bravenewworld | Descent into Darkness

As the characters arrive, they will find what appears to be a rather deep cavern. Upon entering, the caverns are quite narrow, with twists and turns everywhere and different tunnels that all seem to be interconnected. As characters travel deeper within the caverns, reality around them will start to warp, they will start to see and hear things that aren’t necessarily there - images of old enemies, past failures, voices of condemnation, visions that strike at the soul and core of the characters. Once this begins, it will only increase in power and volume, demanding it be confronted, lest they be trapped within these caves forever.

[OOC: This event will run for a week. All characters who enter the caves will be subject to some of their deepest fears, darkest demons, and most abject failures. To overcome them, characters must help each other out, finding their purpose through strength of character and resolve to move forward. In general, these visions should require characters to come to grips with themselves. Illusory images and voices can and will appear and can take any number of forms, depending on what is most appropriate to a character. Additionally, characters may thread with each other and are encouraged to help each other out to overcome these personal demons. For those who wish to take part, they are able and encouraged to narrate their own personal demons, which will be on display for everyone who enters their thread. IC threads may be made in this post.]

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Who's this douchebag?

[Was the clear but unapologetic question from a voice behind Waver. If he turned he might recognize the ghostly boy he'd probably made friends with in great reluctance. It seemed like he was wearing Sanctuary clothing again- an effect of this illusion? He didn't know.]

[This place was weird but he wasn't one to sit around with something was going on. It looked like he was right. Either way, he didn't know if he liked this guy and he wasn't the kind of person to keep his opinions to himself.]

[Oh. My. God.

Waver started in his spot, eyes wide in terror as he stared at John with a look of absolute disbelief. Frantically waving his hands in a universal signal to stop, Waver opened his mouth--

And was promptly interrupted by an echoing snort of annoyance.]

"And who is this impertinent brat to interfere in business that doesn't concern him?"

[John mirrors that snort with one of his own. He crosses his arm and gives the guy a very unimpressed look.]

John Egbert. And it clearly does if I'm here. Wherever here is, anyway. You also didn't answer my question.

[Waver is just going to bury his face in his hands and pretend that he's not hearing any of this. Either he was crazy, or John was crazy, and the two were not necessarily mutually exclusive.

The shadowy Magus tutted from his place in the shadows.]

"John Egbert. Who I am and what I do, if you don't already know, is absolutely none of your concern. This is business between Magi, and no place for upstarts like you."

Well, it's a good thing I don't care about any of that. If you've got trouble with Waver then you have trouble with me. So, whatever you're going to say I think it's fine if you say it in front of us both.

[And he says that with a shrug and a perfectly amicable smile.]

[The apparition snorted from the shadows-- an indelicate sound that betrayed his annoyance and distaste for the boy.]

"You impertinent brat," [he snarled.] "Why does someone like you, a ghost from Union, even care about the affairs of the Magi?"

[He snickers at him, which is SURE to make him even more thrilled with John's continuing existance.]

I don't care at all, really. You're right, I'm just a ghost from Union so all of this Magi gobblygook doesn't mean a single thing to me.

[He continues to grin unabashedly at the Magi.]

But Waver's my friend, so if you're gonna do something, you're going to have to go through me.

[Face flushing furiously in embarrassment at being openly thought of as a friend by this exceedingly baffling ghost, Waver made to grab for his arm and pull him away from the conflict that he was unwittingly walking into.]

Aaagh-- John! Don't be an idiot about this-- this doesn't even involve you!

[You're from Union-- you don't need to make this problem.]

"Oh no, I'm afraid that your friend has already made himself involved," [The apparition tutted, idly moving a hand as if to draw a blade.

An incorporeal blade. Waver could almost see the spark of psychic energy that clung to it's cold, unforgiving form.]

"You want to see what the life of a Magus is like? I'll show you how to die like one!"

[And with that he attacked-- oh shit oh shit oh shit--]

[That's okay. John's been in plenty of fights. Waver also didn't know he paraded as a vigilante on the side. Sanctuary may have had a few visits from a masked blue blur but who can say. Still, he's able to see the incoming threat just fine and he does two things.]

[One: Pulls the hammer off of his back- the thing probably being as big as Waver himself and covered in lurid obnoxious colors. and Two: He steps in front of Waver and swings the hammer- not to make any contact no. The Hammer was flying typed and any non connecting swing just set a powerful blast of wind at the target instead.]

I'm already dead! You should probably think a little harder about your snappy one liners, dude.

Being a Ghost type doesn't mean you're dead, you idiot!

[Waver, already on edge, couldn't fight the words that came spilling out as he made to grab John's arm-- hoping to drag him away. Ghost type or not, John could till be hurt in a few ways.

But, the wind blast is effective enough to stay the attack . The blade diminished, as if it never were there to begin with. The shadow, similarly, began to fade.]

"So, is that's how it's going to be? Hmph. Pathetic."

[Wow, pushy pushy. He is effectively pulled back. He grins when he sees the hit connect and then blinks when it starts to fade.]

Wow, really? You're the one fading out like a cheap magic trick.

[He looks at Waver with a frown.]

So, who is this guy?

He's one of the senior lecturers from the academy, [Waver intoned, his words ringing with more certainty than they had previously.] An Archmagus too, of the classical traditions.

....I slipped into the libraries at the academy a lot in the last couple of years, and he was one of the people I least wanted to meet. They say he's an impressive duelist.

Huh.

[He frowns.]

Did he ever do something like what he was going to do to you just now?

No-- I've never seen him fight, either.

[He shook his head.]

Maybe that's part of why too. I don't like fighting.

[He frowns a little, trying to figure out just what exactly happened just now.]

So the illusion fell apart as soon as it came to blows. You know, I've been meaning to ask you something.

[He glanced at the spoop uncertainly.]

What sort of question?

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