December Event Log #1: Someone App Tails So He Can Get Trolled

[magicademymods]

December Event Log Now I Face Out The thunderous boom that shakes the academy on December 24th isn't all that unusual, considering Diatu's penchant for magical mishaps. But the way the air shifts and warps in an imperceptible way afterwards definitely is. The sky-spanning purple nebula that traps the magicademy in its expanse is a little suspect too. And then there's the yellow-eyed duplicates of yourself that rip themselves away from you in a burst of violet, starry smoke. "I am the Shadow, the true self!" the duplicate proclaims in a distorted voice, pointing dramatically at the original. What happens next depends on what the wizard the shadow spawned from is repressing, though. If you have an urge to cut loose and wreck shit, the shadow will be immediately destructive, tearing apart the academy around it. If you refuse to acknowledge a deep trauma in your past, the shadow may perch on a tower and radiate waves of sadness and apathy to get everyone else to feel their pain too. And so on and so forth. Whatever aspects of themself the character refuses to acknowledge, that they feel shame over, the shadow will embody to its most destructive extent possible. Oh, and the guiltier a character feels about whatever they're repressing, the more powerful their shadow is. I Hold Out The only way to stop your shadow is to accept them as a part of yourself. But seeing an embodiment of everything that you hate about yourself and having to reconcile with it is difficult. And at the slightest sign of rejection, the shadow will change into a monstrous form representative of the repressed feelings they were born from and begin lashing out. Violently. While going on an overblown motive rant. Oh, boy. But hey. Getting to literally fight back against all of the worst parts of yourself is generally cathartic enough to begin the healing process? Right? No? Well, too bad, because this thing isn't going away and somebody needs to take care of it before the situation gets worse. Thankfully, your friends are there to help you through it! Hopefully. I Reach Out to the Truth Of course there's the matter of what caused this phenomenon in the first place, and the calamitous nebula that's keeping Diatu sealed off from the outside world. Close friends of Tyzias may also notice that she's completely vanished as well. Once characters reconcile with their shadows, they can see and interact with a spiral staircase leading up to the heavens. However, considering that the staircase is crawling with hostile, mindless generic shadows and that the presence of whatever's at the top can be felt, they may want to bring a few friends before investigating. We Really Wanted To Include A Gif And Apologize For Ruining This Post. No, This Isn't a Prompt

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[temptationaccomplished]

Aziraphale may catch Pallidus, whose hand he was holding when the falling began and who (unlike Crowley) he could not assume would fly himself to safety--and he would attempt to catch who he could before it was clear the Miles would assist (women and children first, though he's inclined to think Miss Yotsuyu has this handled)--but it's almost all for naught when he hastily turns to scold Crowley.

"Crowley! Mind your language! There are children!" he says, as if the word hasn't already been used before. As if he hadn't been thinking it when the ground dropped out from beneath them either.

"And anyway. I thought you enjoyed a bit of style."

[mithrarin]

Dust was falling.

This wasn't such a bad thing; one of the unspoken powers of a platform video game protagonist the Sen-Mithrarin was the ability to fall incredible distances without harm. Heck, considering he was falling upside-down, he didn't even have to worry about his hat blowing off. But the rest, the path this had taken --

Was it right?

"Tyzias," Dust said, his voice quiet but somehow carrying over everything. "I'm the first to admit I don't know what's going on... but I had to deal with something like this before I came up to you. You can't destroy it, not outside of you. It's part of you. This all...."

He opened one hand, taking in the fiery arteries and the shredding nebula and the uncomfortable pulse of power around them. She wasn't trying to kill it, but was "blowing the whole circus apart" right?

"It's a bit much."

Dust tilted his head back slightly. Just a fraction of an inch was all it took for his eyes to meet hers.

"Let's put an end to it, Tyzias. That part of you up there... we'll take it on together, but not with swords and spells. Just life, and living."

[princepallidus]

Unlike many of the others, Pallidus is certainly not used to the sensation of falling further than to his knees. That, coupled with the dazzling display of fighting prowess and raw, unfathomable power, made this experience tenfold as terrifying. Pallidus would hardly call himself a coward but there was no hiding the way his grey skin faded further to almost white while he struggled to simply comprehend everything around him.

Terror driving him to instinct, Pallidus' fingers once again turned to claws, unable to stop himself from digging them into meat of Aziraphale's hand. The poor penguin on Pallidus' other side also had to deal with a bit of pain, though the creature was probably somewhat grateful just to have someone trying to hold it aloft. Pallidus would need to apologize later.

Once it seemed they weren't all going to immediately plummet to their door, his mind finally took a moment to ask itself, where did this leave them? What was Tyzias' actual goal here? What had even led to this nightmare scenario?

Tyzias Entykk. What are you really?