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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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[Akira spends most of his time at the Invincible, patrolling the perimeter as promised, keeping an eye out for enemies in order to keep the slumbering members of Beacon within safe. but he isn't the only one at the Invincible (thank goodness), and so he can afford to step away every so often to stretch his legs and make sure that those who aren't holed up at the Invincible are managing okay]

[. . . plus: he needs an actual weapon]

[and so Akira-- dressed in his leather jacket and telltale mask-- darts through the town of Beacon towards the armory. and it's on his way there that he runs into Jason in person]

Hm. . .?

[he is definitely slowing down a bit to address his fellow Beacon citizen, though his gaze darts quickly across their surroundings, on the lookout for wayward spirits]

Are you patrolling. . .?

[ it's quiet. Jason hates that about all of this, that there are spirits that'll attack in silence. silence, plus darkness... it just means he has to keep his lantern out, another beacon for the spirits. to draw them to him-- and away from others. so when he's approached, even spoken to, there's a small amount of surprise. ]

Something like that.

[ he lowers his sword just slightly, but still on guard. ]

The spirits are attracted to people who are awake. So...

[Akira's got his own lantern tucked into one hand, red-gloved fingers curled around the handle. he also holds himself with tension, shoulders squared and stance wide, ready to move at a moment's notice]

[it doesn't take him long to pick up on the meaning of Jason's words, and his brows shoot up in non-judgmental surprise]

You're trying to draw them towards you?

Yeah.

Better me than someone who can't fight-- which. There are plenty of those people around here.

[ he's keeping an attentive eye out, evident in his posture. He's not staying still for long. though... maybe staying still would make him a more attractive target for a moment. ]

I'd like to avoid what happened the last time there was a party here.

[a small noise of neither approval nor disapproval. it's simply an acknowledgement]

Playing bait is easier when it's done in groups of at least two.

[just saying!! but also--]

What happened the last time there was a party here?

[ he pauses, considering what he's offering there, and then answers, slowly ]

Over twenty people died.

[ he doesn't know how to soften it, but he thinks about Dick. He has to hope that when he died? He went back home. He got to go figure out how to be Nightwing, instead of whatever would have happened here. he has to believe that.

because it already sucks knowing that he might never see him again-- since he was currently in the process of trying to ruin his life.

something Jason hated knowing he related to. ]

[Akira sucks in a sharp breath, his normally cool and composed expression twisting into horror]

Fuck.

[it's difficult to hear, but he imagines it was even more difficult to watch. if Akira were Jason. . . he'd likely be blaming himself for being unable to stop whatever tragedy occurred]

[his next response is quiet and reverent]

. . . I'm sorry.

[ he exhales. ]

Don't know if we're doing better this time, but so far, no dead bodies have popped up.

[ he doesn't need to mention that they didn't come back. He doesn't want to mention it, and so he says it with the most blasé tone he can manage. And then he glances around again. ]

If you want to help, then I'll take it. But I'm not gonna slow down, either.

[a small laugh, but it's wry and humorless. he can appreciate Jason's attempt at levity]

Let's keep it that way. Then again, that's why we're both out here, right?

[a curt nod]

I'll help you. And I wouldn't want you to slow down for my sake; don't worry.

[ he smirks. ah, teens. teens that want to keep up with the adults. This kid's lucky Jason's past the period of irrevocable rage over that-- as long as he can hold his own, and knows his limits, Jason's willing to give him a shot in this place. He's certainly dressed like he's some sort of vigilante. ]

All I ask for.

Alright-- let's keep moving in this direction.

[ he motions down the path towards the armory. he knows some people are there-- and it'd be good to give them some breathing room, if they need it. ]

[IF ONLY JASON KNEW]

Got it.

[how fortunate that Akira was already heading in that direction. without further preamble, he falls into step next to his new companion, lantern swaying at his side. his gaze darts around their surroundings, taking note of every rustle of tree branches or the way the bushes shake (the wind, fortunately)]

You know, I don't think I got your name last time we talked.

Jason. Jay works too, since somehow, Jason seems to be the most popular name here.

[ and he's not about to fight over it. Let the guy that can fly have the name. it makes no difference to him. he's quietly listening, outside of their conversation. Deciding conversation would also draw monsters to them, if necessary. And that was the whole plan, right?

Be a distraction? A moving target? ]

You?

Joker when I'm dressed like this.

[there's a touch of wryness in his words, because someone is unaware of exactly whom he shares this name with]

But Akira on a regular day. Or one or the other at all times-- I'm not that picky.

[he'll answer to both]

[ honestly, it's hard to tell with the limited light, but there's something like a grimace on his face at that introduction. it's hard to capture the utter antipathy he feels for the name "Joker." This kid-- he probably doesn't know? He has to not know, or else he wouldn't have picked that name, right?

then again, it's not like he had any room to complain. He knows exactly who he stole the Red Hood from. And he did it with full intentions. ]

I'm gonna stick to Akira. No offense, kid. But nothing good's ever came from a Joker in my life.

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