Event Thirteen.

[awashmods]

To love a human face was to discover The cracks of paint and varnish on the brow; Soon to distrust all impulses of flesh That strews its sawdust on the chamber floor, While at the window peer two crones Who once were Juliet and Jessica.

t's a regular morning here in the Town. The sun isn't shining at all, snow is falling like crazy, and...there may be the sounds of shouts coming from the well, thoroughly muffled. Okay, so it's not a regular morning at all, but you'd better go help those people! The newcomers are here again. Of course, once you get to the well, you'll notice that there's actually no real help you can offer -- it's totally frozen over. As for the newcomers, well... hopefully being suddenly dumped into freezing cold water in the middle of November in a dark, damp well is your idea of a good time, because that's your life now! And that's not even taking into account the mirrors in everyone's homes that are about to wake up and start chattering... Welcome to Awash's thirteenth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. Please keep in mind that while this is a general event log, it is also an intro log; be sure to pay plenty of attention to our newcomers! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[flinty]

[ What's humorous is the fact that the mirror Choubee seems frazzled at being flicked. Immediately curling up and placing a hand to his chest, as if he had just been physically struck. ]

It doesn't look like it'll stop, and even if what it's got to say is bullshit I don't like the fact that it's got my face. I doubt another one will appear if I get rid of it now.

[pyrafect]

[ Pyra watches him as he speaks, and when he's done her tone in return is level. ] I've... only just arrived, but I've learned that this place can make mysterious-- sometimes dangerous-- things happen without warning. From what I've gathered, these mirrors are one of them.

It could be a risk keeping them or destroying them. [ She holds the mirror out in one hand... and then brings hers out in turn. It still shows the crystal upon her chest with endless darkness around it.

But if it's a risk that she's suggested to him in the first place, it seems almost unfair to let him take that risk alone. ] ....Do you want to break them together?

[flinty]

Me too. [ Acknowledging that they're both new here, both unaware of what everyone means by mysterious or sometimes dangerous -- it does nothing to assure him. Not even a sliver of relief. ]

Well we won't know until something happens.

[ And he takes it from her hand, holding out to look at his reflection once more. Rage boils in his chest, spreading throughout the rest of them; eyes burnishing red with fury.

But then he hears her voice, her question, and it stops. ]

Together? [ He blinks thrice, obviously confused. He doesn't see any particular reason why she would want to break her own -- the crystal seems dormant enough to not cause a problem, but perhaps there's more to it than meets the eye. Even if it holds a resemblance to the one on her chest... in the end it's not his decision to make.

He shrugs his shoulders. ] If you really want to.

[pyrafect]

[ This may be a decision in which she may not enjoy the outcome, but she'll see it through. This young man bears many scars, but that doesn't mean he must suffer any potential consequences alone. Not that Pyra doubts they're the only ones to be breaking their mirrors, but it's the principle of the matter. She sees the anger in his eyes at his reflection and understands the pain behind them even if she does not know the reasons for it.

Pyra extends her own mirror to him, tilting her head to the side. ] I'll break yours... and you'll break mine. [ She says lightly, as if they were children making a promise of sharing the burden of a chore. ] How about it?

[flinty]

[ SO TURNS OUT THEY REALLY FUCKED THEMSELVES. But these things happen. Hey, this is how you develop ride or die cr.

Though her proposition to switch between mirrors and break them earns a short pause of consideration. He has no qualms with handing her his mirror, not when he's already done it before, but it feels as if she's holding his hand through all of this -- like he's unable to properly see it through without that added push, and he's unable to describe just how that makes him feel.

With one hand he pushes his mirror into her grasp, taking hers into his own. Curling fingers around the edge of it and gripping onto it tightly, breathing slow as his eye looks to her mirror once more. A single crystal in a void of darkness, there's something lonely about it that causes his heart to twist in a way that he's, consequently, detached from.

Choubee holds the mirror tightly, no longer hesitating as he twists his waist and slams the glass against a nearby wooden fence. Watching as it shatters instantly, the sounds of shards falling out of place cutting into the air. ]

There. [ His lips curl into a grin. ] Sounds like a deal.

[ CHOUB YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY THAT BEFORE... YOU DO THINGS ]

[pyrafect]

[ She watches him shatter her own mirror as if it were made of fragile, fine glass with such a force that it makes her flinch. She's not sure if relief is the word to describe what she feels at no longer having to see the silent crystal in the void in its reflection-- because they really don't know if this act will have consequences or not-- but it would be a lie to say that she's unhappy with not seeing the image anymore.

Pyra lifts his mirror, looking to its reflection one last time. He seems to different in his, a bit more vulnerable than the scarred man that stands before her. And she almost feels bad for figure reflected within.

But without a word she crushes it in her hand, frame and polished surface and all. Both heavy shards of the frame and pulverized glass fall from her fingers to the ground as if blessing the colorless earth with its remains. ]

There's no turning back now, is there? [ ...In a way, she feels a little devious for breaking these mirrors. It's both apprehensive and exciting, and the hint of slyness to her smile reflects that. ]

[flinty]

[ Oh that's pretty metal. How is she even that strong? Choubee can't stop himself from blowing a small whistle of admiration -- he'd even give a round of applause if he hadn't seen half of what he has in all of his life. ]

Guess not. [ He says with a small grin, shrugging his shoulders. ] Whatever happens, happens, but at least we can say we told the bastards that dropped off us here to fuck off. We ain't just gonna take this lying down.

[ He cross his arms across chest, shifting his weight onto one foot. ]

I'm Choubee, by the way, and for the record whoever was in that mirror definitely wasn't me.