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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[neverbreaks]

[ Luisa thought she had been wandering deeper into her room at Casita, but the further she walked, the more she realized that she was somewhere else entirely. As dark and drab as her room back home had been, it most certainly had never been...this.

Unsettling as the room is, though, what really makes her feel like her heart stops is coming across the chained-up figure. ]

Astarion...?

[ The chilling words echo, almost reverberating against the stone surrounding them and leaving something heavy and cold settling in her stomach. Even so, she moves forward, determined to free him. ]

H-Hang on, let me -

[bloodysnarky]

...Don't touch me. Don't even LOOK at me!

[Please, not Luisa. With every single soul through the numerous times he felt himself in the glass, he was forced to face another he lied about himself with. Astarion couldn't stomach this night any longer. This world, this place, fuck it. Fuck all of it. Fuck everyone making him relive this and force him to undergo this humiliation.

His voice would crackle if he didn't make a fury develop from below.]

[neverbreaks]

[ Luisa flinches back a bit, coming to an abrupt stop. And she's suddenly torn, caught between not wanting to upset him anymore than he clearly was but also unable to just leave him this way either. ]

Please, I just...let me help you.

[bloodysnarky]

...Why?

[He finally looked at her, false fury in his eyes.]

Don't you GET it? I'm a vampire. A vampire made to be shamed for running from his past, which I did from each of you.

THIS is who I am. This is what I came from. I lied to you about myself. Gladly.

[neverbreaks]

[ She can't help flinching back a bit. She's had rather little experience with vampires; it's only been since coming to this world, and the limited times hadn't been the best. But shakes her head and takes a breath, meeting his gaze with a worried one of her own. ]

Was...it all a lie, then? Did you lie about wanting to be my friend?

[bloodysnarky]

That-at first, I mean-

[He cursed under his breath, in anger but at no one in particular. Maybe mostly at himself. But his eyes went from furrowed to baby doll eyes in almost an instant.

We were all being truthful, even if at first he lied through his smiles. The man he was was different than when he was Cazador's slave, when he was first affected by the tadpole in his brain, and so on. But it was difficult to let pieces of himself go.]

Old habits die hard, that's no excuse but...it's all I have. It's all I had when I first came.

I thought, well, there's a pretty big family here with maybe a little prestige. I met your grandfather, got in his good graces, I was set in case anything happened. Then you ladies welcomed me into your home and part of me wanted to hate you all.

I had forgotten what a family was in my slavery, besides the disturbing bastardized version my master made. And yet here you all were, welcoming me like I was some almost natural part of it all.

[He let out a hoarse sigh, and a single tear escaped. As much as he tried to have that not happen.]

I didn't know where my mind was. I didn't need the protection like I thought I did, but I didn't know where to start with ANY of it...

[neverbreaks]

[ Luisa is silent for a long moment, watching him with an unreadable expression. Then she laughs a little, though it lacks any actual warmth. ]

Prestige...The only kind of prestige we might have is back home in our world.

[ And maybe she's used to that, used to people wanting to be friends with her because of who her family is. Or she was, until she arrived in this place. ]

...I don't...I don't really mind that you kept secrets, you know? [ As she speaks, she slowly steps closer to the wall he's still chained to. ] I think, the truth is, I was trying to leave some of my old life behind too. Because here...it doesn't always matter who we were back home, does it? We can be different people here if we wanted to, because sometimes so much of us change when we come here.

[ Reaching his chains, she takes them and breaks them as easily as snapping a piece of thread, and carefully eases him to the ground. ]

I don't care if you kept secrets from me...because I was keeping things to myself too. Because...I just wanted to be someone who could actually have friends.