Event: The Reveal Glass

[indigo_league]

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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[heartofalioness]

[Ancients... what on earth has she walked in on, and is that...? Allura stands there frozen, one hand half-raised to her mouth, preparing to muffle a scream still trapped in her lungs. When she finally finds her voice, though, it's barely above a shaky whisper.]

A-Astarian...?

[bloodysnarky]

What...?

[He could almost spit now. At how much of him people were able to see. Even so, it wasn't even the half of it. Astarion tried so hard to not have people figure out anything about him. No one in this saccharine peaceful world needed to know. Such problems were meant to stay in Baldur's Gate, possibly buried in the rubble of Cazador's estate.

In an angry sense of sarcasm, he laid on the cot and pulled a chained hand to his cheek.]

Not an ideal place is it? Suits me quite well at this moment.

[heartofalioness]

[Oh. The words immediate transform the horror into fury.]

No. It does not suit you, Astarian.

[No one deserves to be treated like this. She said as much at the Halloween contest, even if she had no idea THIS is what Astarian meant for himself. The steel in her gaze turns to the shackles on the wall, and she begins to march towards them, prepared to rip them off with her bare hands if she has to.]

[bloodysnarky]

Are you sure? Are you really sure about that, Princess?

[He could almost laugh bitterly. Looking as she tried with all her might to want to rip the chains from the walls.]

In case you weren’t listening, you know what this all means do you?

[heartofalioness]

[The look she gives him is even, steady, determined. Honestly, she's from a planet that didn't have the mythology of vampires. Her human friends have likely explained it to her, to prepare for horror movie watches, but it doesn't chill her bones or fill her stomach with lead as it would for a human who grew up knowing the stories. And even if that wasn't true... he's still her friend.]

Yes. It means you were a prisoner.

[And he does NOT belong here. And she gives the anchor a yank with every ounce of her fury and Altean strength poured into it.]

[bloodysnarky]

A vampire prisoner.

[Clearly she would be afraid then. Clearly she would react differently if she knew what she was like so many openly kind hearted heroes that weren’t the people he traveled with that had the common goal of removing a brain worm.]

You don’t know the half of what I am, or what I’ve done under my precious old master. Yet here you are, working so hard to free an obvious little liar.

[He huffed bitterly.]

You don’t know how hard I worked so none of you would figure this out about me. So you all would see me as a happy little traveler like the rest of you.

[heartofalioness]

[Allura still yanks at the chains even as Astarian lashes out. You’d be forgiven for thinking she’s shutting it all out, but once he’s done… her hands loosen on the chains, and she looks him in the eye, expression stoic, imperious.]

Did you lie to Shiro? About how much he means to you?

[Not accusatory at all. Just a simple question. Did Shiro matter to him or not? She has a feeling she knows the answer already, but she needs to hear it from him.]

[bloodysnarky]

...No.

[There wasn't hesitation, so to speak. But there was a moment in which those words sank in and he felt like he was a trapped animal in a different way. More or less, trapped in himself. Something he wasn't a big fan of either, but it wasn't anything that gave him ire or anger.

But...vulnerability. His eyes and expression fell.]

He's the only one who ever knew the half truth about me, until now.

[heartofalioness]

[The nod is still firm, but Allura's expression softens ever so slightly.]

You aren't the only one brought here from difficult circumstances, and you aren't the first to desire a clean slate. [Even her. Back home she's a Paladin of Voltron, a general in a war spanning nearly the whole universe. Her hands have even more blood on them, even if her cause is just. And Shiro has that in common with the two of them.] What matters is whether you mean it now.

[bloodysnarky]

...You went right for the real questions, didn't you?

[He made a wry smile come up, even though he still felt a stone in his stomach. He was so thankful it wasn't the insatiable hunger he used to have on a constant basis.

Being covered in scars with a history of blood in some sight wasn't easy to face...again.]

I thought I could be in a place where none of it mattered. I could be in the sun, see my reflection, eat the food I did centuries ago, away from it all. No matter where I go, I guess my past always would come.

[Whether he means it now, huh?]

I've been spoiled rotten for once, it was a fool's errand.

[heartofalioness]

No, it's rare to be able to leave a past completely behind. [A soft smile.] But... it's not impossible to make a new future either, at least while you're here.