Event Log: Bad End

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Bad End event
Where: All over the city!
When: August 23rd-September 5th
Warnings: Bad futures, awkward conversations, smashed mirrors

You wake up to find a mirror at your bedside - a pretty nice one, too, a silver hand mirror perfect for fixing your hair in. Only when you try to do that, it's not your gorgeous reflection that you see. It's something else - a terrible future, just about as bad as anything you could imagine for yourself.

Maybe you see your loved ones dead on the ground, and you know it's your fault. Maybe you see the goal you've been working so hard for pulled out of your reach forever. Maybe you see someone you've hurt in the past ruining your life. Maybe you see your hot girlfriend leaving you to shack up with your worst enemy. Whatever you see, it really sucks, and you know that it's possible. This future could happen if you make the wrong choices, give in to your worst impulses.

Break the mirror if you want, but you'll see the same vision in any reflective surface in the city. You can't break them all, but you can sure try. And what will you do when you see your best friend's vision - and it features you betraying them?

Seek reassurance, give reassurance, lash out, vow to yourself that you'll never let it turn out that way, sink into the depths of sorrow because you feel like the future you see is inevitable. Whatever you do, it won't take away those visions - not until the event is over.

► This log covers August 23rd-September 5th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If you can't handle the idea of your dark future, or maybe you just accidentally slip and fall on a mirror shard, let us know here.

Comments

the second one

[fadeling]

[Cole is rather more subdued than usual and looking for some kind of comfort, although judging by all of the pain radiating off seemingly every denizen of the cave, he doesn't expect that he'll find much of it. He's already broken several mirrors and windows himself, but nothing seems to help. He just keeps seeing his worst nightmare.

It takes a few moments before he even approaches Cecily, and his voice is far quieter than normal when he does speak, from behind her.]

That's bad for both of you. [If Cassandra's armor can talk, so can Cecily's sword.]

[closerift]

The sword doesn't mind.

[ Her response is more snappy, more cold than she would usually be toward Cole, but she can't help it. She's never been great at controlling how she feels. ]

It makes me feel better.

[ No. It doesn't. ]

[fadeling]

[That isn't at all what he'd been expecting and he almost just vanishes right them to let her do what she wants. Something keeps him from doing that, but...he still sounds very small when he answers, his voice soft. He doesn't look up from the ground.]

Oh. Sorry.

[closerift]

[ She slows. The sword lowers, her chest rises and falls as she catches her breath.

Finally, the Inquisitor glances to him and, of course, feels a pang of guilt. ]

... No, I'm sorry. This isn't your fault. [ It's about as far from Cole's fault as it can be. ] It's only that - [ She clenches her jaw, cutting herself off. ] ... Are you all right?

[ What might he have seen in his own mirror? ]

[fadeling]

No. [He's not even going to bother trying to lie about that. She'd know.]

There are faces that don't belong in the mirrors.

[closerift]

I know.

[ She wonders what he sees, what possible future they showed him... but doesn't ask. It isn't her business, curious though she might be. ]

Want to try this? It helps. [ Cecily offers, raising the sword. ]

[fadeling]

It does? [Does it really, Cecily?]

[closerift]

Yes.

[ No, of course it doesn't. ]

So long as you don't hurt yourself on accident.

[fadeling]

Maybe I shouldn't. I think the trees feel it too.

[closerift]

[ Naturally. Cecily releases a long, drawn-out exhale, dropping the sword entirely and plopping herself down in the grass. ]

Do you really think that we can stop Solas?

[ Comes the question, and it would seem as if it'd come out of nowhere if they hadn't just seen some dire futures in their mirrors. ]

hahahaha canon points whoops

[fadeling]

[He's pretty confused most of the time, but he's even more confused now?]

Why? Is he a wolf now?

SHRIEK

[closerift]

A wolf?

[ She looks at him, now sporting a confused frown. ]

What?

8D;;;;;

[fadeling]

I don't know it all.

[closerift]

What does that mean?

[ She steps toward him, now, sword forgotten. ]

What do you know? ... Why did he vanish after we defeated Corypheus?

[fadeling]

He didn't want to say. It was a secret.

[closerift]

Andraste's tits, I don't care what he wanted!

[ She puffs up a bit, but then deflates... though she still appears rattled. ]

I'm sorry, Cole. I know this isn't your fault. But - if you know where Solas went, and why, then - can't you tell me?

[fadeling]

He went away. To be the wolf. He won't let me hear why.

[closerift]

What does "to be the wolf" mean? [ She asks, strained. Maker, she wants to know what he's talking about... but, it's Cole. His way isn't straightforward.

Before her temper can get the better of her, she inhales. Exhales. ]

Why do you keep talking about a wolf?

[fadeling]

There's only one Wolf but he doesn't like to play, dreamed and dreaded. It isn't wise to trick the Trickster.

[closerift]

One-... What, the Dread Wolf?

[ Shit. Her eyes widen in genuine surprise. ]

Are you saying Solas has been a god this entire time?

[fadeling]

Almost. He was too small. But he's getting bigger.

[closerift]

He's gaining power? [ ... Wait. ] Does this have to do with the orb? Corypheus' orb?

[fadeling]

It wasn't his. He tried to make it his but it wasn't.

[closerift]

Whose was it, then? Not Corypheus'...?

[ Maker, this is getting... to be a lot. ]

[fadeling]

The Wolf's.