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Event: The Reveal Glass

Across the Pokémon world, characters may have spotted a falling star last night. Or at least, one would think that's what it was: a naturally occurring phenomenon, rather than a legendary artifact. Specifically, the Reveal Glass fell to earth during a fight among a group of legendaries started by the return of a long-lost family member. But it's probably best to leave them to handle all that themselves, while your characters deal with other consequences.

The Reveal Glass shattered upon impact, and the shards scattered throughout Kanto, Johto, and the Sevii Islands… And made their way into the hearts of your characters. But bleeding isn't the concern here. Instead, the impact will hit when a character first looks into any reflective service. An eerie feeling hits them as they're transported to the Mirror Dimension.

While this realm can be many different things for different characters, one thing is always true: It is a place of honesty, where true selves are revealed. Those struck by a shard will find themselves facing truths they are no longer able to hide, and now must accept. Fortunately enough, even those who haven't been struck will be able to enter the Mirror Dimension during this event via a reflective surface to offer help. By the end of the 29th, things will return to normal. Characters will be back in the usual Pokémon world and their hearts will be rid of the shards, but time is strange in the Mirror Dimension, and the experience may feel like it goes on far longer than a day. Or, maybe that's just the emotional exhaustion.

The Reveal Glass plot is here. You can swing by the event info post for additional details and FAQ, and play out your characters’ enforced therapy on this post. As with most VR events, this plot is entirely optional and your characters don't need to take part at all.

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…Fine.

[At least she seemed to understand this was painful. But he was still so guarded. He was in his worst position. His worst state of mind.

He wasn’t sure if he trusted any hands near him if he didn’t know the person. But he was stuck, and he hated that he was desperate. Without his vampiric powers or his Pokemon team with him, he really was useless.]

I promise not to bite.

All right. Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to come forward, I'm going to keep my hands up and empty so you can see them, and I'm going to make a loop in the chain between your feet.

[She suited action to words, her hands held up so he could watch.]

And then I'm going to take a few steps back. I'm going to need the room. I'll bite my thumb, it'll be very bright for a second, and then I'll be able to bite through the chain. Once your legs are free, if there's something else you need undone to help you, I can do it, all right?

[Just as she'd said, when she reached the chain, she carefully arranged it so a loop hung off the table - an easy access point for her titan's teeth. Better than trying to arrange it after she'd shifted. After all, the shape of her titan made seeing that low hard.]

Whatever it is you have up your sleeve, fine. We can just get this mess over with.

[He absolutely did not trust her, but he was in no position to fight her too much. He knew this Pokemon world abhorred violence. But what of this realm? Would this realm welcome it if they allowed Astarion to sit here like this deep in his memories.

Astarion, frankly, wasn't in the mood to find out.]

Just don't cause too much of a mess, who the bloody hell knows what this realm would make us endure.

Hopefully, this won't cause a mess at all. Now close your eyes - or look away. It's very bright.

[And she wasn't kidding. She stepped back far enough to make room and, as she'd said, she bit her thumb. The room brightened with golden lightning, and then the space was occupied by a much larger form. Humanoid - ish, anyway, with an elongated face and a surprising number of teeth, Pieck felt right at home inside her titan again, even without any armor or guns. Her mission here was pretty simple: She nudged closer and then, in one big snap, bit through that loop of chain, spitting it to the side once it was loose. When she spoke again, it certainly wasn't the same voice - deeper, with a dual quality.]

There. You can get down now. And don't worry - I've seen worse men naked than you.

Well…look at you then.

[Clearly unexpected but…interesting! As much as the light could’ve burned his eyelids off even shut, he found himself looking very curious at the being in front of him.

He’s seen his share of weird transformations but he’d be one to admit not one so drastic as this and still be of their own mind.

…Still yet, the door was open figuratively and literally. He felt like maybe he was owed the smallest little payback for that last remark. He feigned shock and appall, bringing his hand to his lips. As he stood up from his cot, he began wrapping the blanket around his waist, his scars on his back very visible still.]

Well, I never! The cheek! If you just wanted to see the whole package, all you have to do is ask.

[With a burst of steam from the titan's neck, Pieck half-lifted herself from the larger body, still dressed in a khaki coat and white button-down for all it looked like muscle strands clung to her arms and face. It wasn't a pretty sight.]

Thanks for the thought, but I have a thing for redheads.

[From where she was, Pieck looked around the place with a derisive sneer. She'd hated places like this in Marley. She hated it here.]

Can I help you get out of here further or is there someone I need to eat first. I don't put up with torture very well.

[She said it so matter-of-factly. ...Just as she had that bit about redheads. Something she was going to have to think about later.]

Hmph, so clearly you have "other" standards.

[Like he was at all actually interested, he just wanted to see how she would react. Because he wasn't too much in the mood for more pleasantries than that.]

I only WISH you could eat who did this to me, afraid I got to them all first and I couldn't do it over and over as much as I'd like.

[Pieck, however, looked around the room at his comment and then back at him.]

This circumstance is strange to me, I'll admit, but given that I lost my titan powers about a week ago but I just changed here, there's a chance you could eat them again. The possible seems to have gone on an impromptu vacation and the impossible has taken over.

[With a few more tugs, Pieck freed herself from her titan's neck, and it was a gory sight. She was left with marks on her face somewhere between wounds and scars where flesh had been attached and her pulling out of the titan itself was a matter of detaching strands of muscle. Any blood left on her as she slid down from the back of its neck evaporated away as steam, much the same as the entire titan body did. There was a certain scent to it - like the sulfur of a hot spring, not exactly pleasant - that faded as the body disappeared.]

Something tells me you don't eat people the same way I do, though.

I'm going to pretend I know what you mean by "titans" and all that so we can move on.

[It wasn't like he couldn't understand the implication. Beasts that could look completely normal day to day. But nothing that had the drastic change as she did, and the stench to go with it. The steam plastered on his cold body, producing just the smalled trickle of sweat. The blood was also very noticeable. If he hungered, this would drive him insane. But he didn't, and he was grateful.]

What was your first hint? This place, my teeth? The disembodied voice of my former master?

The fact that you aren't at least four meters tall, for starters. I've seen places like this before and, unfortunately, I've heard enough disembodied voices the last few days that one more didn't really give me pause.

[If the teeth were meant to mean something, it was something she didn't really have a reference for and, thus, she left it out of her list.]

The point remains. You still might be able to eat him again. And I'd be glad to help.

I won't be doing any "eating", my dear. More like "stabbing", but I admire your spirit.

[Still, he was on edge. The implications of her demeanor plus this place still made him want to hide how he really felt. Anger, and hatred. Being rescued from this predicament by someone he didn't know, well, he still had distrust.]

If he's even here, anyway.

[His being on edge was more than understandable, given the circumstances. She was on edge, too. While the Cart had steamed away, she knew she could summon it back as soon as she needed - but she'd rather not need to. This was already someone who knew something about her in this world that only one other person knew.

And she didn't even know his name.

That, at least, could be fixed.]

What's his name? ...And what's yours. In the interest of fairness, my name is Pieck. Pieck Galliard.

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