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Héctor ([personal profile] unpocoloco) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-11-12 12:20 am

What You Take With You part II: Reflections In The Fog

Who: All those on the What You Take With You mission and everyone else (who OOCly wishes to join in)
What: An important artifact is brought back only to immedaitely activate. Further details are here.
When: November 10th
Where: Daybreak Campus and around Soliel
Warning: Warn in headers as appropriate

On November 10th the recovery team sent into the Outlands makes their return with the obsidian mirror. Thus far it hasn't seemed any different than any other obsidian mirror, nothing spectacular about it beyond its age and where it came from. But Daybreak was only called to retrieve it, not anything more. The spell is worked to open the path between the Outlands and Daybreak, allowing them back. But as this happens, the mists rise up as they often do when the two worlds intersect. The team might even see it ghosting over the mirror before catching their own reflections in it. A light flashes over its surface and in that instant, the mirror activates.

Just one look in any reflective surface throughout Soliel-- a mirror, a window, a bit still water-- and people will be struck with sudden dizziness, a feeling of being knocked back, and then darkness. You'll find, on waking, a dark and desolate landscape full of smoke and fog. It'll be hard to tell where one is going. You won't be alone. People all over the academy have been brought into this vision. You may run into them, but even more likely, you'll run into the spots of color that cut through the fog.

And dwelling with this color? Why it's you. But better. Or maybe, much, much worse. It seems the mirror has something to show you. But is that something a promise? Or a threat...? Learn its lesson and you may escape both the shadowy realm and a terrible fate in your future. What image will you leave on the world?
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-11-26 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Héctor is Héctor is Héctor, that's for sure. Despite being seemingly made primarily of mist, the weasel is soft to the touch and has the warmth of life in its sparkling body..

Maverick seems pleased with the absentminded interaction, but raises an eyebrow at the confusion. It really must be a lot, he supposes...but still. Get with it, old man.]


Ye-up. Have been for a couple years. [Mm... Sure, he'll take pity on him.] Mistwalker clan. That fucking kid really gives us vampires that don't wanna be complete dickheads a bad name.
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-11-27 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[That's how ya get 'em. Fuck, other Mav must really have issues...not that he can blame him. He'd been the same way. It sure does make interacting with his friends awkward as fuck when they cease functioning for this long, though.]

Eh. [Maverick shrugs, and the weasel scurries back up his arm to nuzzle at his jaw reassuringly.] Wasn't always. If we're gonna fucking be real, meeting you fucking helped get my head on straight. Besides, now I can do cool tricks and I'm hot forever! Fuck those bitches that say "you'll regret all those tattoos when you're older," I'm gonna laugh at your funerals.

[There's some forced positivity there, but in general? ...Yeah, he seems awkwardly okay with being okay.]
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[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-11-30 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[He rolls his eyes and there's an awkward shift, but his reaction is much less extreme than the embarrassed bluster Héctor May have come to expect. He matches the grin reflexively, and punctuates it with a laugh. Dying, ha... But also,]

Your Maverick sounds like no fucking fun. I'd never deny my Héctor a chance to show off. [just casually shittalking yourself, nbd.

Maverick rocks back on his heels, only he doesn't...bounce back onto his toes again. He falls like he's expecting someone to be there to catch him, but when he's past the point of being able to recover himself, he poofs into mist instead. A second later, the boy pops back into existence, crouched down with his arms folded on his knees. Tamale stands proudly on top of his hat. His voice is comically gruff when he speaks, but he can't keep himself from smiling like a dork.]


I am the night.