EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

[inthenightmods]

EVENT LOG:
ENTER MR. SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

characters: those who signed up as defenders for the event
location: all around Beacon
date/time: november 16-29
content: the defenders attempt to drive off a spirit invasion
warnings: lots of horror! body horror, psychological horror, gore, violence, etc.. please cw all threads where appropriate! mods will do the same

in your closet, in your head.

It all happens in a matter of moments. Your friends, your companions, and even some people you aren't all that fond of; everyone who took so much as a bite of the spirits' feast suddenly collapses into a comatose heap. Which is bad enough already, but the worst, by far, is yet to come.

Before anyone can really figure out what's happened to the sleepers, the woods surrounding the town come alive with sound. Rustling, screeching, clicking, howling, and under it all, the characteristic hoots and whistles of the forest spirit tongue. But these aren't the friendly creatures that set up the banquet in the first place, and they aren't the familiar faces (or masks) from around Beacon. As they begin to emerge, bursting forth from the trees, these spirits reveal themselves as a horrifying army of terrors. And sprinkled among them, distinguishable by the emerald glint in their sockets, are the infamous "green eyes", the dangerous spirits that appeared once before.

Attempting to talk to these spirits is a moot point, made obvious by their immediate assault on anyone they get close to. They attack with claws and teeth, with limbs far stronger than they have any right to be, and the green eyes, as they are wont to do, will try to get into your head. Somehow, they seem to know what it is that scares you most, and they don't seem too hesitant to use it. It's not clear what they want— are they here to eradicate you? To frighten you? To send a message?

Whatever the case, one thing is very clear: you and everyone else, sleeping or waking, are in serious danger. Are you ready to defend Beacon?

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Comments

[survivaltricks]

[khhhh. . .]

Yeah.

[and maybe he should find a place other than the Invincible to deposit all these unconscious bodies]

=> Private

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier attempts to make it private, if that keeps the spies from seeing it...]

Invincible is still a good place. Barricades, not a lot of windows, defenders. And if we know they're coming we can be ready. Better to be together than alone.

[inthenightmods]

llLLiiiIIIIIArrrrRrrr
:) :) :)

[survivaltricks]

[fffffffuuuu]

[NO MORE RESPONSES FOR YOU, CREEPY NETWORK HIJACKING SPIRIT]

=> Private

[survivaltricks]

[a small sigh on Akira's end, before he swiftly types out his response]

I was serious about guarding it with my everything. I'm not so great at constructing barricades, though.

If we get enough volunteers, we can have people patrolling the perimeter 24/7, just in case.

[techtype]

[Well, that's a better idea than he had, which was to drag his friends home and try to deal with them there. But he hasn't seen Lunafreya or Nyx anywhere, so he doesn't know if he's the only one who'd be awake there.]

Yeah...you wanna lead the way or should I go first...? I'm cool with either.

[This isn't entirely true, but it's time for being...well, maybe not brave, but less nervous maybe.]

[worthallthis]

Yes. Are you there now or do you need to be let in.

[The Invincible is where the Soldier went immediately with Crowley, and Aziraphale's body, at the time of the first attack. They've probably been fortifying some already. If Akira is there, he might have noticed.]

[survivaltricks]

[fortunately, Akira doesn't even hesitate before giving his response. he's used to being on the front lines, after all]

Follow me.

[he turns on his heel, gesturing with his free hand for his new companion to fall into step behind him]

This way!

[he just hopes they don't run into any super vicious monsters on their way to the Invincible]

[mind_blown]

[ Jay's keeping watch outside of the museum, just during those moments when he realizes "things are too quiet." when he can allow himself to step away from Bruce. But he sees the lantern first, and it's enough to make him relax just slightly, though he continues scanning the area behind him.

there was a chance he was followed. they always seemed to prefer the awake.

so, crouching from the roof above the entrance of the museum, he asks, ]

Were you followed?

[survivaltricks]

I was there earlier, but I left to see if there was anyone else lying around unconscious who needed to be brought in.

[so he wasn't there long enough to notice any of the fortification. he'll definitely see it when he returns, though]

I'll swing by again soon.

@jtodd

[mind_blown]

nice going.

[survivaltricks]

[UUUUUGH]

Thanks.

I'm going to name my new friend Keymash.

[mind_blown]

it's ok. knew the network was no good.
tell ur friends too.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . mmmm]

I will.

In the meantime, if you find any carrier pigeons, let me know.

[worthallthis]

[The lantern is mostly shuttered, only spilling light ahead on the Soldier's path ahead rather than around them to give them away as little as possible. Jay can see it, from straight ahead.

The Soldier pauses at the voice.]

Not that I could tell. But some of the attacking spirits are very. Quiet.

[So it's possible. The Soldier doesn't lower the gun, but doesn't point at Jay, at least. Jay isn't the possible threat, here.]

[evulsed]

[ It's big— but Vanitas has seen bigger. He's fought larger foes, has created larger foes himself... though not in this place, where despite the fact he should be at the peak of his power, he can't summon the kind of strength required to make something like this at will.

But even so— he can feel the negative emotion rolling off of this thing. The fury, the intent to harm. He can practically taste it on the back of his tongue, like the feeling is his own. That's how strong it is.

It's fast. Faster than anything that large should be. The wide swing is easy to see coming, but the trajectory makes maneuverability difficult. The path they're fighting on isn't large. It's not built for this kind of battle— it's built for traveling. Vanitas dismisses his keyblade and reaches out to grab the shirts of both his companions. The spirit is winding up as Vanitas yanks them both backward, toward himself, and back through the Dark Corridor he summons behind him.

They don't go far. All Vanitas does is pull them through the darkness and out the other side— directly behind the giant moving tree. Unfortunately, his Unversed isn't so lucky. It gets cleaved and slams backward into the brush, bouncing and hitting the very tree this monster had crawled out from behind. Vanitas resummons his keyblade. He suspects fire would be best, but they can't make fire here, so: ]

Cut it's limbs off!

=> action if you want?

[worthallthis]

I'll be outside to cover you.

[And at that, the Soldier won't respond on the network again. But the next time Akira returns, the big guy with the metal arm is outside waiting, gun in one hand and knife in the other, blocking the door. The first-level windows are, by now, all boarded up from the inside.]

action!!

[survivaltricks]

Thanks.

[and that's the last message Akira is sending via the network, now that he knows it's compromised]

[it takes him ten or fifteen minutes, but eventually a young man dressed in a leather jacket and a white mask carting around a lantern makes his way to the Invincible. he doesn't know what "Soldier" looks like, but the big guy with the metal arm and a gun and a knife seems like a perfectly good candidate]

Hey!

[Akira lifts a hand and trots towards him]

Are you Soldier?

[mind_blown]

[ he's not totally unused to that feeling, not after the lighthouse. But the good news is, all that negative energy in the air? it's enough that Jay can feel it, and maybe once he would have reacted to it. but instead, he just grins. maybe a little too amused by this situation, but.

You couldn't make it any more obvious how evil that thing was-- so what was the point of a gun, when you had something specifically for fighting evil? he holsters his gun, and calls his all blades to his hands instead ]

Don't need to tell me twice. I'll go left.

[ so someone had better go right. no need to have them all going the same direction, after all. he takes off running, and leverages the swinging limbs. he times his jump to kick off of the bark-- up and over, jabbing the blade of the sword down into the tree.

magic swords. that were specifically for hurting evil magic creatures. ]

[mind_blown]

sure.
or just don't pass plans over the network w/o code

[survivaltricks]

[HE FEELS. . . A MIXTURE OF GUILT AND ANNOYANCE]

It was a joke.

[mind_blown]

[ he scans behind him. not that he could tell, but... it's quiet. and there's no light to see. so... he'd be guessing. no matter what. it's times like this that make the light problem an... issue. ]

Great.

[ he hops down from the roof, and holsters his gun. His lantern is shuttered too, for the moment ]

You don't look like you're looking for a place to crash.

[mind_blown]

lmk if u need help

[ he's going to ignore the comment on it being a joke, for a gesture of sincerity. he didn't want to-- but he could probably show people his safe haven there. if necessary. ]

[worthallthis]

Yes.

[They're not offering another name, either, perhaps weirdly. Akira gets a brief glance over, checking for injuries, making sure he's actually a human and not a spirit behind that mask. Then the Soldier's eyes go back to scanning their surroundings. Waiting for an attack.]

Purrsona?

[worthallthis]

No. Checking on someone.

[They can't say who. They promised not to tell anyone where Bruce lives.]

Didn't see them at the tables, or in the Invincible. So I'm looking.

[At an out-of-the-way building that no one supposedly lives at.]