Shadow Event Log

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WHO: Everyone, affected and not
TONE: Ranging from paranoid to angry
RATING: PG to PG-13
WHEN: After the memorial on October 31st through November 2nd.
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Those who have passed too near to a certain goblet may find themselves haunted by whispers of their unconscious insecurities. From themselves.
STATUS: ONGOING
NOTE: Details for the event are here, feel free to use the log for the whole event

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[fuckmackandme]

[Nope. Not that simple. But if you're asking for a recap, I'm happy to oblige!]

Oh god...

[You see, John here, is laaaaame. He knows it too! He watches all sorts of movies that almost everyone hates or loves to hate, and that's it! That's where his love for movies ends! Nothing interesting like history, or special effects or mechanics... Nothing, just watching them.]

There's nothing wrong with that! Movies were made to be watched, that's their point! It's not like I want to be a director or a cameraman or something! I just want to watch movies and share them all with my friends so we can talk about them and have fun!

[Still lame, especially when even your best friends says they're all shitty.]

Shut up! It's not lame, they're not shitty, and don't bring up Dave!

[Ah, Dave... Hey Gilgamesh, did you head what happened with him? John here kissed him, you know? While he was still kissing Jade! Some weird urge came over John, and he went crazy about it.]

Shut up!

[All that 'not a homosexual' talks whoosh! Here comes the Strider lust mobile, ready to pounce him! And it turns out Dave has liked him all this time! Crazy, huh? Dave Strider actually scared of something. Afraid of John's reaction. Hell of a best bro, am I right?]

That's not-

[Not true? But it is! You hurt your friend, John. You hurt him, you probably ruined his relationship with Jade, and now you're avoiding him because you don't want to find out that maybe you like him more than you thought! That maybe, after all that fake flirting, all the 'not a homosexual's, you do want to get in Dave's pants, and you can't even see why!]

Go away!

[hethrewabombatme]

[He frowns. Gilgamesh has never fully understood John's obsession with Muggle films but nor has he ever questioned it. The dubious blessing of being a Pureblood, perhaps, but it means that part of the shadow's speech, at least, isn't something that has any resonance with him.

The rest, though.. He glances over at John, watching his reactions, then turns his attention back to the shadow.

However, he's addressing John as he speaks.]

Is this thing telling the truth?

[Somehow, he thinks it is..]

[fuckmackandme]

It's... Not completely lying.

[I'm not lying at all! You're just too scared to admit how much you really fucked up!

One thing he couldn't deny about the Shadow. It was wearing him down. He probably couldn't handle this for much longer, but he certainly wasn't going to just admit it like that.]

[hethrewabombatme]

[He gives his friend's arm a light nudge.]

Fucked up, did you?

[Gilgamesh chuckles, and puts an arm around John, turning him away from the shadow and steering him off up the hallway.]

So you messed up. The best thing you can do is admit it to yourself even if you don't say it to anyone else, because it's not going to go away.

[fuckmackandme]

[See? Listen to the cool prankster, he's talking some real talk!]

Ugh...

[He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to hold back tears.]

I don't even know why it had to happen... One stupid day where weird stuff was happening and I had a stupid, huge urge to kiss Dave and it all went down from there. You're right. I fucked up. I hurt Dave.

[He takes a deep breath and removes his hands from his eyes.]

Is that all you wanted you hear?

[Nope! There's still the matter of your lameness to address! hey Gil! Did he ever tell you how he dabbles in those tricks Muggles call magic, and how shitty he is at it?]

Oh, for god's sake!

[hethrewabombatme]

[Wow, this thing's really got it out for John. Gilgamesh pats his pocket lightly, searching for his wand, but then has the thought that it might not even work on this thing. Augh. Wizard problems.

Still walking him along, he pats his friend's shoulder.]

I have to say, it doesn't matter a jot to me if you're terrible at that muggle nonsense - and I know you are, I've seen it, it's dire - there's always time to learn, my friend, and you've at least got a good thing going on with real magic. What muggle can say that?

[fuckmackandme]

[Pst, Gil, it's more about him being into it at all when he's already a wi-]

We get it, thank you!

[Do you? Do you really?]

Yes! You're an annoying, dickish version of me that is throwing all my insecurities at my face, and I want you to go away!

[Rude! Do I have to remind you of the graffiti until you get it?

John takes a sharp intake of breath. After holding his breath for a while, he lets it our slowly.]

... Alright. Yes. You're me. You're not really telling the truth about me, but you're saying what I feel sometimes. You're as real as I am.

[And then, with the most serene looking slowclap ever, the Shadow disappears.]

[hethrewabombatme]

... Huh.

[After spending a few moments looking at the place where the shadow had been, Gilgamesh slides his gaze over to John and slowly lifts one eyebrow, making a small 'what the fuck' gesture to the spot.]

That's it? It's gone? And all you had to do was--

[He just has to.. pause, rub two fingers to his temple, take it in..]

I hate to be the one to say it, but your mind is a prick, John.

[fuckmackandme]

[Yeah, he's just... Rubbing his forehead. Because, Jesus Christ, that was too much.]

Yes. Yes it is.