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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[mind_blown]

[ there's a part of him that's cursing. cursing loudly. because he's confident in his ability to handle himself. he's confident in his ability to work with well trained people. but this was a volatile situation. he slashes the spirit again, kicking it to the side, creating an opening for them both.

but it is very brief.

and he had wanted to run in the opposite direction, if for no other reason then the monster would have to choose. and now it doesn't. ]

Let's go--

[ he ducks and rolls past a swipe that definitely would have taken his head off. but now he's even with Crowley. ]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley starts running. His leg is only just out of the splint, and it doesn't take long for him to realize it's not strong enough for him to get away from the damn thing following them, or whatever else is planning on coming out of the woodwork. And he's not a fighter, he never has been, and right now is not the time for him to have to fight.

He turns back to see what's behind them, right about the point that his leg finally gives way, and Crowley goes stumbling down, landing on the ground pathetically. The wind is knocked out of him instantly, and he scrambles to try to regain himself]

[mind_blown]

[ he sees him fall, and he makes a calculated decision. He pulls out his gun and fires it. His bullet strikes the spirit in the face, though Jason's not dumb enough to suppose that does anything more than make it angry.

and it's loud enough, he knows it'll draw more spirits, if they're not careful. But it should give Crowley enough time to at least get to his feet, while Jason draws it wide and away from him. ]

You okay?!

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley scrambles to his feet, grasping at his aching leg. He should've listened to Xayah and the human soldier person, he should've stayed back at the Invincible. His leg is definitely not up for running like this. He's pretty much completely useless in all of these battles with his limited abilities.

What he does have, however, is the power of retreat.]

Not afraid of heights, are you?

[mind_blown]

[ heights? are the literal last thing that Jason's afraid of. it's just how it is, when you spend the formative years of your life literally leaping from buildings. and when you never quite stop. still, he hasn't seen anything in Beacon that even comes close to the type of height that would be required to make him nervous? ]

Me? Afraid of heights?

Not a chance.

[sauntered_downward]

Good.

[Crowley reaches his mind into hammerspace and extends his wings. Long, sleek, black, and powerful enough to lift them both with no problem. He gives a flap, getting himself off the ground, and holds out a hand to catch the man as he soars towards him, to get him away from the creature.]