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Entry tags:
- !event,
- akira kurusu,
- calanthe,
- celebrimbor,
- curufin,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- duck,
- elena fisher,
- ellie,
- fingon,
- george lass,
- hannibal lecter,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- ignis scientia,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- maedhros,
- maketh tua,
- merle highchurch,
- mettaton,
- michael munroe,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- saber,
- sansa stark,
- seel har parasiel,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- will graham,
- will solace
Event Log: Bad End
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
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
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► 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.
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He shakes his head. "Sauron." He whispers softly. "I see the failure of all our hopes. The Ring on his finger. Chains around my neck. It didn't happen. I know it didn't. But I can still hear him laughing."
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He feels a thrill of dread when Maglor names Sauron. It is as though Celebrimbor's fate were to befall his uncle too! And maybe all of them, all the surviving Elves of Middle-earth?
"It's a hallucination. The gods Fear, Sorrow, and Confusion are dining off our bad dreams. I hope they choke on this one."
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"He was always so good at illusion. Maybe this is the dream, and that the reality?"
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And then he gathers his resources together. He can't let Maglor fall prey to such a fear, not on top of the misery of the vision itself. And he can't fall prey to it himself. "Yes, I suppose he is good at illusions. But he'd have to be ten times as inventive as he is, in order to invent Hadriel!"
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"I feel you. I hear you. But there is a chill on my soul as if I can almost feel his chains."
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He squeezes his brother's hand back, but it's a gentle squeeze. He doesn't want to hurt those scarred, scratched hands.
"Then let me be an anchor for you, Macalaurë. His chains are far less real than the warmth of my hands, surely?"
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"You're here." He repeats, as if by saying it he can make himself believe it.
"You... speak logic, as always, my clever brother. I... just... it seems too much a dream to begin with, you and Nelyo, and Tyelpe, alive and well when I thought never to see any of you again."
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"I'm here. I'm not going to vanish."
He laughs a little. "Sorry, I do tend to resort to logic."
His face softens and sobers. "But I know. This is nothing to do with logic. Our deepest fears. You were the last of us, and you were alone in Arda for a very long time. I can only guess how hard that must have been."
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"I don't know. Maybe I really am imaging you. But you sound real."
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"I'm real," he says, softly. And he draws Maglor near and kisses his forehead.
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"Thank you, Curvo."
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"You're most welcome, dearest brother. I wish I could take the visions away." And stuff them into the nearest trash can!
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"I should be able to bear them." He murmurs softly. "I don't wish to worry you or Nelyo."
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He hardly ever calls his brother by his father-name, Kanafinwë, or Kano for short. There's a formality about these names, which he likes, but also, it invokes the hierarchy of authority, which has always made him uneasy. In this case, he says it delicately and deliberately, as an indirect way of reminding Maglor that even though he is the family's second-in-command, and therefore one who assumes great responsibility, he doesn't have to carry it all by himself.
For that, there is love. The love of his family is there to help him bear whatever has to be borne.
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"Thank you, Curvo."
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"Thank you for sharing with me, Macalaurë."
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"You have been a great help. Always so practical."
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"And by the way, if I'm practical, it's largely because my family encouraged me, taught me, and made a place for me to be who I am. Thank you for that, Macalaurë. Your part in that was not small."
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"Curvo, my darling brother, you were the most logical of us from the day you were old enough to reason."
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"Maybe. But you were the most loving of us, from the day you were old enough to run after us and envelope us with hugs. You were always aware of our joys and our struggles, with your compassion and your amazing empathy."
Curufin assumes it was like this from the beginning. He wasn't there, but it is a logical inference!
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"I learnt that behaviour from Nelyo. And you underestimate Moryo, who always saw more deeply - deep enough to fetch me, when he thought it was needed."
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Thoughtful look. "You're right. Moryo may have had a rough exterior, but he had a perceptive heart. Sometimes I forget that. Not fair to him, is it?" Sigh. "I miss him, too. Every day."
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Maglor says fondly.
"He wouldn't have liked it to be brought to notice, either! But most people only remember his temper, which is a grief."
He tugs on Curufin's hair fondly. "I miss you all."
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"No, Moryo never did like it when any of us confronted him with his kindness. But. . . we remember, we who loved him."
And he playfully bats at the hand that is tugging his hair. "It is strange, is it not? -- to be without any of one's brothers. It doesn't feel natural. Ever."
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"Be born, I suppose. You were, but you were loveable scamps. Mostly."
He teases fondly, growing wistful at the reminder.
"Mm. But I have been alone now, I think, for almost as long as I had you."