auroraexpress | Event: Mirror Image

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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.......You clearly have not been around many sarcastic people.

[For some, it is a way of life.]

Pity. It may have done you some good. Or at least proven entertaining for them.

How kind of you to assume my upbringing and worry for my enjoyment and those around me.

Oh my, sarcasm. Is his lordship annoyed, then? However shall I make amends?

What makes you think I'm annoyed? Is sarcasm not for other emotions?

The example you supplied not a minute ago.

[Dumbass.]

That was sarcasm.

Well, as long as you understand. As I said, emotions are prohibited.

[During missions anyway.]

Though I fail to see why you care.

That's why you're so irritating.

His Lordship finds me irritating, it must be "Any time" O'clock. To what do I owe this esteemed honour?

You've finally decided to talk back at least. Well there's a wonder.

Why do you care?

[Seriously?]

Whether I speak or do not, you have made it very clear that you find my personality repugnant. Honestly, you really are a masochistic busybody.

I don't want to hear that from you.

I do not involve myself in the affairs of others as you do. I do not care nor attempt to mask my obvious concern with sarcasm and belligerence and whatever diversionary tactics you are wont to employ.

I am not masking anything. I genuinely cannot stand you. However that doesn't mean I cannot also be concerned for you. And you are a very concerning individual. It's exceedingly irritating.

I did not think you were in my case, so simply stop it. [stop caring. it's simple.]

I did not ask nor do I care for your pity.

Stop being pitiful then.

[She slowly grows tenser and it gets colder.]

I am not.

[Useless people are pitiful. She still has some.]

You are to me.

Is there something you are after?

[like idk a beating or]

No.

[He should go probably he's just in a bad mood.]

So, here you are, speaking with someone you despise, do not respect in the slightest, and find painful, yet I am the one who is pitiful? Do I have that correct, or am I missing anything, My Lord?

Is it so difficult to say "go away"?

My telling you to "go away" is not the issue, here. The fact that you do not appear to understand that is quite amazing.

I understand your insults, but I just don't really care. Do you think you could actually find any to hurt me? For someone with abysmal self worth you think too highly of yourself in the strangest ways.

[Are they outside? They are now.

She just.

Water appears before her hovering between them. There is a single perfect sphere there. Another blob appears next to it to take the (admittedly cute, but grumpy) shape of Jusis.

Above the first sphere helpful letters form themselves out of a formless mass and they read.

The Point.

And then, little Jusis, with a disdainful, haughty sniff, walks, no saunters down onto the ground and keeps sauntering. And sauntering. Aaaaaaand sauntering some more, to move away from The Point as possible, like it ruined the bottom of his shoe.]

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