Rites

The Uncanny Mirror

That old warehouse—untouched for a decade—now hums with whispers and flickers with eerie blue light. Something stirs where nothing should.

ID: 5000301

Type: None

Tips: None

Duration: 1 days

Waits For: 0 days

Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0

Starts Automatically: No

Triggers Result Automatically: No

Tag Tips: None

Tag Tips Up: None

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Random Text: None

Random Text Up: None

Actions When Wait Expires

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Slots

Slot #1
How long has it been in your home?

Locks: Yes

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Slot #2
Take someone with you to see what stirs.

Locks: No

Is Key: No

Is Empty: No

Is Enemy: No

Conditions:

Pops: None

Activation Conditions

This rite has no activation conditions.

Outcome

Prior

This rite has no prior outcome.

Regular

A Peculiar Thing to Mimic
Under cover of night, you and [s2.name] ventured into the old warehouse, drawn by its secrets...

The eerie blue light pulsed again, matching your footsteps. Beneath a dust-laden cloth lay a flat, glowing object—your own reflections shimmering faintly through the fabric. A mirror?

Compelled, you tore the cloth aside. The mirror showed not just your face, but everything—your home, your life, your fumbling first steps into the game. The mirror had watched and remembered. Just as its depths threatened to swallow you whole, [s2.name] stepped forward, casting [s2.gender(his,her)] reflection into the mirror—

[s2.name] gripped your shoulder. The world lurched. You were back. But something had followed. A crystalline figure, naked and glowing, its liquid form rippling as it shaped itself to match [s2.name]’s silhouette.

You watched, stunned, as its hands explored the peculiar duality between its thighs. Amusement struck you before the shock could take root.

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Shaped by the Reflection
Under cover of night, you and [s2.name] ventured into the old warehouse, drawn by its secrets...

The eerie blue light pulsed again, matching your footsteps. Beneath a dust-laden cloth lay a flat, glowing object—your own reflections shimmering faintly through the fabric. A mirror?

Compelled, you tore the cloth aside. The mirror showed not just your face, but everything—your home, your life, your fumbling first steps into the game. The mirror had watched and remembered. Just as its depths threatened to swallow you whole, [s2.name] stepped forward, casting [s2.gender(his,her)] reflection into the mirror—

[s2.name] gripped your shoulder. The world lurched. You were back. But something had followed. A crystalline figure, naked and glowing, its liquid form rippling as it shaped itself to match [s2.name]’s silhouette.

But the face remained unfinished—shifting, uncertain. Perhaps it needed more than mimicry. Perhaps it needed to learn?

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Shaped by the Reflection
Under cover of night, you and [s2.name] ventured into the old warehouse, drawn by its secrets...

The eerie blue light pulsed again, matching your footsteps. Beneath a dust-laden cloth lay a flat, glowing object—your own reflections shimmering faintly through the fabric. A mirror?

Compelled, you tore the cloth aside. The mirror showed not just your face, but everything—your home, your life, your fumbling first steps into the game. The mirror had watched and remembered. Just as its depths threatened to swallow you whole, [s2.name] stepped forward, casting [s2.gender(his,her)] reflection into the mirror—

[s2.name] gripped your shoulder. The world lurched. You were back. But something had followed. A crystalline figure, naked and glowing, its liquid form rippling as it shaped itself to match [s2.name]’s silhouette.

But the face remained unfinished—shifting, uncertain. Perhaps it needed more than mimicry. Perhaps it needed to learn?

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Extra

This rite has no extra outcome.