Event: Mirror Image

[trainmasters]

Who: everyone!
When: Day 19 evening and on
Where: outside

[As darkness falls in the jungle, an unusually chill breeze rustles through the trees. In its wake is silence, the purified fauna going quiet as if in dread.

Is it just you, or is the night darker tonight?

You may find the cause if you leave the train. Those who are caught alone outside will see the shadows grow suddenly long. The darkness coalesces into a vaguely human form, vague and faceless but radiating cold.

Before you can react the shadows surround you. Deep within, your most bitter, unpleasant feelings rise up in your chest. It's overwhelming, threatening to consume you, but just before it can it suddenly stops. The shadows recoil, dissipating into the jungle.

You're safe, but those negative feelings might be closer to the surface than usual.

Good luck, especially if you're one of the newbies just waking up.]

[NOTES: This event will OOCly end on Wednesday, but feel free to ICly push time forward as much as you like. There will be a followup post at that time, and you can schedule player-run trials any time after.

The emotional effect of this event can be as severe as you want. Your character could just be a bit grumpy, or they could find their emotions totally out of control. The effect lasts a couple of hours or until the character counters it with happier feelings.]

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[voreaciously]

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nice '-'b

But she takes it and the jacket glows faintly blue with her magic as the hole completely heals over, fixing itself.

She offers the jacketback.]

There you are.

[desirestruth]

Thank you.

[She takes the jacket carefully, as to not get more of the blood on her on it, and puts it back on. It hurts to move her arm like this, but she's not going to let that show in anything but the growing stiffness she can't entirely hide.]

[voreaciously]

[Oh for--

She is supremely irritated right now, and it only grows. Naeva is injured, but she did not have the good grace to be injured by 80H (the nerve, really) and so she cannot stand to see her as less than herself. Glowing water gathers around her hands and she starts to heal the areas around Naeva's shoulder. Her voice becomes oddly layered and echoing.]

Soyez bénie et bien.

[desirestruth]

...[She really doesn't think that was particularly necessary. It's just bruised and was dislocated like five minutes ago, it's fine? But she sighs a little, and waits patiently for it to finish.]

It seems I am in your debt.

[voreaciously]

You are not. These were trifles.

[desirestruth]

Trifle or not, a service is done. It will shame me if I do not return the gesture.

[It's not about you, 80H. It's never been about you. But she considers this, and sighs, pulling her last bottle of wine out of an interior coat pocket. Thank goodness the fighting didn't damage it...]

...Conveniently, it is better when chilled.

[voreaciously]

[She actually does understand that, she just still doesn't think it's worth repaying the favour or balancing the scales. No one goes out of their way to thank mussels for filtering waste in the wild, or to spiders for devouring pests.

These are simply things that are.]

I cannot accept this.

[She may, in a moment, it is simply polite and customary to refuse.]

[desirestruth]

I really must insist.

[Naeva might be a jackal but she's stubborn as a mule.]

[voreaciously]

...Very well.

[So is 80H but she will take the booze, because it's booze.]