EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

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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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[callada]

Oh great, it's this guy again. Kuai's brother, who he more or less tries to avoid purely because he has enough to deal with without adding more problems to his list.

"And what about you? Which category do you fall into?" he retorts as he glances at him with narrowed eyes while moving past. The main floor here should be an all right place to hold people, at least for now, until they have defenses organized. Oh, he'll keep talking, because these people need someone to get them whipped into action, but his first priority is to set all this extra weight down. The corner of the room by the jukebox is where he usually stashes the pillow he sits on at the tables, given he doesn't quite fit into the chairs, and he strides over to slide Will off his shoulder and onto the cushion, resting him sitting upright against the wall.

[saibot]

Most people try and avoid him, but truthfully he avoids most himself. He does not have the patience to deal with people and not just murder them all. Which is probably good for almost everyone in town.

"If you doubt my ability for combat, that is a serious mistake. But I have no intentions of saving those too weak to fight for themselves."

Unlike all these hero types running around. He may offer some aid if he deems the person worth keeping around, but if they're someone he'd consider dead weight? Well, too bad for them. He'd probably throw them to the evil spirits himself if possible.

[callada]

This is the first and only type Rosinante can recall himself being labeled a hero of any sort, he realizes. Most of his work has been relatively thankless, aside from the slow climb of military ranks as some form of gratitude, perhaps. He doesn't expect accolades of any sort, and doesn't much think of himself as a hero but rather as someone who simply wants to protect those who can't protect themselves. Completely the opposite of what this guy seems to be interested in.

"Right, so you're in favor of what, exactly. Abandoning everyone who can't fight because they're asleep? Why are you still sticking around?" he asks as he unhooks Will's lantern from his belt loop and sets it beside him. "Why not just run off and do your own thing?"

[saibot]

"And where exactly is there to go in this place? I am as stuck here as you, but that does not mean I have to help those who are pathetic."

Or that he'd even help those who weren't. Though that's not exactly true. He did save M.K. that one time, but he doesn't think anyone else knows about that and it's better it stays that way. He only helped him because the kid could fight and that was a useful skill.

"Leaving the weak outside would be an ideal distraction to keep the ones attacking away."

[callada]

"No, it would just mean they'll get butchered sooner and then come for us anyway," he corrects. "What makes you think they would stop there? They seem to want all of us dead."

Besides, it's inhumane and awful, but the guy doesn't care about that, so no point mentioning it. It doesn't even make sense as a distraction. It's the sort of thing that would buy time, but for what purpose? They're not going anywhere, they're holing up and defending.

"Fight back if you want to live. Like you said yourself, there's nowhere else to go. The more of us who are alive to fight with you, the better your own chances are. If you're going to be an asshole, be practical."

[saibot]

"I never said they'd stop, only that they'd be distracted."

Honestly he was correct about fighting with numbers, and that's the only reason Bi-Han hadn't simply tried to murder everyone. If he didn't think he needed others around this whole situation would be different.

Not that he was against everyone simply dying anyway. He'd just prefer not be among them.

"But even you don't know what would happen if you gave them an offering of all the weak."

[callada]

"And we're not going to find out, because that's not happening."

With Mary still hanging in the bag slung across his back, he draws himself up as tall as he can, rather than his habitual semi-slouch, and folds his arms across his chest. The very picture, really, of someone who isn't going to budge on such a ridiculous issue, and he knows he's not alone. The so-called "weak" here are people's friends, people with skills other than fighting, and even if they weren't any of that, they're still people.

[saibot]

"You would not be able to stop me."

He states rather matter-of-factly. He wasn't really planning on doing it, so this was mostly all talk. He didn't really have a reason to. Though if someone does stand in his way, he probably would.

Or to hurt Kuai. He was most certainly kill someone to hurt his brother. Thankfully for those involved Hanzo is no longer here and he does not know of anyone else his brother might be friends with. For now anyway.

[callada]

Given Kuai's brother, or what's left of him - he was never really told the full story - is some kind of creepy shadow person, yeah, that's probably true. He probably wouldn't be able to stop him, but he'd sure as hell try. However, he's also not going to rise to the bait because fighting anything that isn't a forest spirit right now is a waste of time and energy.

"Don't give me a reason to try," he says instead, firmly, then shakes his head as he goes to start moving tables, opening up floor space. There are going to be a lot of sleeping people in here shortly.