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Shadow Event Log

▼ A Feast of Shadows

Who: Anyone
Where: All over the city
When: December 16-20
Summary: The Shadow Event has begun! Follow the link for the event summary and post your threads here if you want. You're still free to make network posts of your own if you'd rather do that, though!
Warnings: Characters' darkest and most shameful secrets within, along with plenty of combat. Please mark any threads that will contain triggering content appropriately, since some characters have darker secrets than others.
Music: IT'S JUST AS BILLY JOEL WARNED

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[Misfit has never been trained in armed combat, but hey never pass up a free knife. She pick out a cool looking knife from the cabinet and starts swinging it around recklessly.]

Alright, let's go. I'll lead you to her.

First things first.

"You're swinging too wide. Watch this."

Sarah pulls a similar knife out of a hidden sheathe in her boot and holds it firmly in one hand, with the other resting on the hilt.

"Holding it like this lets you put your body weight behind it. You want to thrust, not slash, since it'll let you recover faster. Always hold the point away from you, and try to keep it near your body - that way it'll be harder to disarm you."

Advice dispensed, she puts the knife back in her boot and rests her Arc on her shoulder.

"Alright, I'm good to go."

Sweet.

[Misfit tucks the knife into her belt.]

Now, let's go find your double. This way.

[Misfit runs out of Sarah's apartment and leads her to the shadow on the bench.]

Once they reach the bench, Sarah rests her Arc one her shoulder and stares down at the Shadow, which is still picking listlessly at her thigh.

"...what do you even plan to do?"

The Shadow stirs, staring up at Sarah with dull, listless eyes.

"Why do anything at all? You race ahead of everyone, blazing a trail to the future...but all that waits at the finish line is despair."

What does Sarah have to be sad about? She's really cool and has amazing powers.

"It doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Our fight is fundamentally futile, the last heaving gasps of life from a world that doesn't even realize it is dead."

Slowly, the Shadow turns its dull, leaden gaze on Misfit.

"That there is even air left to breath is only because of the very monsters that devour the world. Hope is a useless delusion, a lie told to children that someday everything will be better. In the face of the monstrous indifference of the universe, why bother doing anything at all? Far better to submit peaceably to your inevitable demise."

The real Sarah's fist is clenched so tightly blood is trickling off it.

[Misfit notices Sarah's obvious anger and puts her hand on Sarah's arm.]

Sarah, it's okay you don't have to listen to her.

"She never does. She stops her ears and closes her eyes, forever running from the truth."

The Shadow hauls itself slowly and ponderously to its feet, staring at Sarah with golden eyes that are slowly becoming less dull.

"I am the despair she refuses to acknowledge, the aching emptiness that dwells in her heart. The empty place inside her that nothing can fill - "

"Stop it."

" - not friendship, nor the admiration of her peers, nor the caress of a loved one. I have been with her since the beginning - ever since she realized that nothing in this world is real. Not even a mother's love."

Sarah shakes off Misfit's arm and screams.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

The titanic swing of Sarah's God Arc that accompanies her shout bodily throws the Shadow into the air. It takes less than a second for Sarah to turn the rest of the swing into a switch, as her God Arc assumes Gun Mode and she jerks the end of it up towards the falling Shadow and punctures it with a bright red laser that curves up to strike it.

As the Shadow crashes on the ground, it starts laughing before moving to its feet with a fluid grace. There's nothing passive about its bearing now.

"You know that thing can't hurt me! I'm you, after all!"

[Misfit stands in place a bit dumbstruck at all that has just happened. After that it only takes a moment for her confusion to turn into anger. She teleports right in front of Sarah's shadow and throws a punch at her.]

Stay away from my friend.

The Shadow takes the punch, using the opening it provides to sweep Misfit's legs. Sarah herself takes the opportunity to summon her Persona and smash a Bufula into the Shadow.

"Misfit! The knife!"

[Misfit goes for the knife in her belt and, remembering the tips Sarah gave her, slashes at the shadow.]

The Shadow seizes up as the knife hits home, struggling to move.

"W-what?"

Sarah approaches with the finality of an executor.

"You're me, remember? I don't own combat knives that aren't poisoned."

The Shadow glares at Sarah, golden eyes piercing and hateful.

"This won't change anything - you'll always be empty!"

Sarah shrugs a little, bringing her God Arc around. The black tendrils slowly ooze out once more, forming the maw again. She holds it in her left hand as she slowly draws Misfit away with her human arm before speaking one last time.

"Misfit, you might want to close your eyes for this part."

The extended maw of the God Arc almost seems to smile as Sarah quite deliberately lets it loose on the Shadow. When it's over, there's nothing left except a few slowly-rising particles of darkness and some puddles of drool. The Arc swallows, burps, and returns to Sword Mode.

Can I look now?

[Without waiting for a response, Misfit opens her eyes.]

I guess we won. Hey, Sarah if you ever want to talk about stuff you know I'm around.

[Misfit walks over and gives Sarah an awkward hug.]

Sarah stiffens up in shock for a brief moment before relaxing and smiling.

"Ah...sure thing."

A chuckle.

"Good form with that knife. You're a fast learner."

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