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EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

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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When the spirit charges at them again, she recalls her feathers back to herself, effectively cutting off a few gangly limbs and tying it up- and then runs after the others, towards the inn, using her wings to get a spring in her running.

"Quickly! Ties will hold it for five seconds at most!"

Xayah knows when and how to pick a fight- and this is not the moment for it.

Crowley turns back and focuses his limited powers, imagining the ties are suddenly large, metal chains held together with weights to hold the creature down. In a thought, they are.

"Go!" he shouts back to her. "There are more of them!"

He extends his wings as the human soldier person says, and lifts himself and Aziraphale up, soaring towards the Invincible.

The Soldier catches the trick with the chains, but isn't sure where it came from. It's something to question later when they're not running. At least Crowley is in the air, which means he'll get there in time and they don't have to worry too much about him. The Soldier snatches up Bodhi's lantern in passing as well, keeping track of both is going to be a pain in the ass, then continues in their headlong dash to the inn.

It isn't far, at least. And with two people with wings and one supersoldier, they make it in record time. "In. Bar the door."

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She flies in right at last moment, landing not-so-gracefully (she runs into the table), but that's fine. She instantly grabs it and pushes it at the door, then uses a chair to lodge it in below the doorknob.

"Does this place has a key to this thing?!"

They need some kind of plank to make sure nothing moves out of place.

Crowley heads over to the nearest open space, kicking a chair out of the way to lay the angel on the floor in front of him. The rest of the fucking world can go hang for all he cares right now. Aziraphale is motionless in his arms. Aziraphale could be dying. Aziraphale could be gone forever.

"Aziraphale?" he says, desperately, laying him down gently on the ground and cradling his head. "Aziraphale!"

Crowley can hear Xayah somewhere distantly in his mind, and he lifts a hand. The table and chair stand up to attention, surprised to realize that they really need to be holding this door in place, thank you very much. It's not much of a miracle, but it's all Crowley can think up with his mind so distraught.

It's a building that at one point probably had private owners. Surely there's a lock on the door. The Soldier twitches back from the chair moving in its own, gives the furniture a wary look, then finds the deadbolt to slam home. It's not the best lock, and the door will need reinforcing beyond magical furniture, but it will do for now. "One of these days I am going to find out what all magic all of you people can do," they mutter, mostly to themselves.

Then they settle Bodhi on the floor by the bar, look around, and realize that with magic furniture guarding the door and a lock thrown, they're stuck inside as much as potential attackers are stuck outside. That's not acceptable. There are other people still out there. "I need to go back out there."

While they handle barricading the door, Xayah crouches down next to Aziraphale. She places her palm against his nose and then opens his mouth. She frowns and leans her ear to his chest, hearing a slow, steady beat of his heart.

"It's... as if he's passed out." She sits up and nudges Crowley.

"We have to move him to lie down on his side, in case it's poison and he starts throwing up," she explains, pushing Aziraphale to turn towards Crowley.

She then looks at Bucky: "They... they aren't trying to burst in?"

"It has to be poison, doesn't it? They've poisoned the food, everyone who ate is now----now they're---"

What the hell has happened to them all? Xayah is right, it's like they're all just passed out. Like they're all sleeping. No retching, no pain, just a peaceful slumber. It doesn't make any sense at all.

He turns Aziraphale to his side, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place.

"The rest of them out there are going to die, they're totally vulnerable," he says.

"Not yet," the Soldier tells Xayah grimly, drawing a gun and a knife, both. "And if I go back out, they won't try." They'll keep them distracted.

They nod in Crowley's direction, agreeing with the sentiment. They're not about to let that happen. "Crowley. If you stay inside, you can lock the door behind us, and then let us back in when we're ready. Xayah, you can fly-- grab the people who are asleep and bring them here for Crowley to bring inside. I will keep the spirits off you both, and we can get more people inside where it's safe." This is literally what it was programmed for. They're already feeling better than they have in a week.

That's probably not super healthy, but whatever.

"I don't know if it's poison. A sleeping spell?" She keeps her fingers on Aziraphale's pulse to make sure it doesn't speed up or slow down. For now, it feels normal. Is he... snoring? She shakes her head.

"We can't go out there, it's just three of us! Where are the others? Did everyone fall asleep?"

She frowns a bit and nods, standing up, "I can flying and bring in some, but I can't lift anyone heavier than me, just so you know." And she doesn't intend to die here, to these animals. In this forsaken place.

"You can't go out there alone. I can lift people up. We need this to be a group effort."

He pauses and makes a face. "Oh, I can't believe I just said that."

But all the same, he can't leave people behind. He puts a hand on Aziraphale's face. He can get some samples of the food while they're out there, get something to find out what's happened to him.

"You can lead, Xayah and I can fly in. We'll get them back," he says to the human soldier person. I can make sure this door stays shut until we return.

The Soldier regards Crowley for a beat, expressionless-- torn inside between surprise, a weird trickle of pride in their friend, worry for the both of them, and a little bit of pleasure at the idea of having backup they can actually trust-- then finally nods. "All right. You two fly, collect those you can. If you can keep anyone but Beacon residents from getting inside, then do that. Let me go first and get their attention. Ready?"

Their hands are full of weapons, but Xayah or Crowley can open the door to let them out.

She places her hand on Aziraphale's shoulder, giving him a long look, and then stands up, pulling the cowl of her coat tighter around her face.

"I'm ready." She moves to stand next to the door, ears twitching as she's trying to asses and separate the sounds coming from the outside.

"Don't mind how you bring them in, just toss them on the floor. They'll be fine from a few bruises." She certainly won't coddle them- they should be happy she's doing this much to help them instead of just standing aside and letting them die. She has every reason to do just that.

"Yeah, I'm not worried about them," Crowley says. He spares one last look down at Aziraphale before turning to the door. He waves a hand and the furniture falls, relaxed from their attentive state.

He turns to his friends---and they are his friends, aren't they? Oh, no, he has friends in this place. Oh, no.----and gives a nod.

"Ready?"

Weird realization, innit, Crowley? Having friends. This strange embarrassment of social riches, people to care about who might actually care about you, back. The Soldier still can't quite wrap their head around it, and they've been grappling with the concept for a month and a half, now. It's nice, though. Better than the alternative.

For now, the Soldier gives them both a grim smile that's half a baring of teeth, then unbolts the door, kicks it open, and charges outside, gun down and firing on the nearest hostile, as much to get the spirits' attention as to actually take one down.

Focus on the threat, spirits, not the rescue squad....

She gives both Crowley and Bucky a determined look and nod, takes a deep breath- and the moment the door is open she flies out. There's chaos all around them and she's trying not to focus on the soldier that's firing and covering their backs, but instead, she focuses on people at the table.

There are a few spirits looming over the table itself, as if ready to chomp down on the sleeping people like dessert, and she shoots several feathers, one after the other, making the spirit tumble back.

She lands with a crash, picks up the first person she comes across, and only with a small pang of guilt, flies back up and heads back to the Invincible.

Crowley spares one last look at Aziraphale, and then flies out, waving a hand to ensure the door shuts securely behind them.

All right, time to give a shit. About, you know, anyone. He soars over the table, seeing all the stupid people who were stupid enough to trust the spirits. They're all asleep, all completely helpless. With a wave of Crowley's hand, their cutlery stands to attention and dives towards the spirits if they make a move towards them, and Crowley drops down to grab the first person nearest him, to carry back to the Invincible.

All of Crowley's defensive miracles are disturbing. The Soldier actually misses a shot because a flying knife startles them in the middle of it. Jesus, really gotta get warnings for that kind of thing.... At least now they're looking for it, and tuning it out.

The spirits seem to immediately redirect their attention from the sleepers to the attackers, though. The Soldier does their very best to make sure that attention is on them, and not Xayah and Crowley, mostly by launching at the nearest with a knife and a wordless growl-- got to save bullets.

Her feathers don't kill them completely, merely stagger them and distract them, long enough for Xayah and Crowley to get the people and Bucky to shoot the guys that are not paying attention to him.

She flies over to the door and places the person down and then tries to back up Bucky because those things are close to swarming him. She's seen enough wild magic to be too surprised by flying knives and other crazy cutlery- the more of the chaos, the better, it keeps spirits' attention to it, instead of the sleeping people.

Crowley has never seen the spirits like this before. They've always been creepy but harmless, sitting back and letting them do their---well, their thing in this town without bothering them. He's always said he thought they were up to no good, but he's had no real indication of it, not until now. Now, it's obvious that they were just out to hurt them. That they've always been out to hurt them.

He deposits the second person onto the ground with a graceless flop and heads back outside. The human soldier person is drawing all of the spirits to him, which is good, he supposes----for a while. Eventually, he'll be overwhelmed. Can't have that happen.

"Need any help?" he calls back, flying over him and heading towards more sleeping people.

Not yet, but maybe in a little bit. The Soldier doesn't bother to say as much, too busy ducking and rolling, punching and slashing, throwing spirits away from itself, from the table. Sometimes they're almost a blur, but the spirits are fast, too. It's collecting injuries, but so far they're all small and easily ignorable.

"Keep going," they call instead, following the order up with a bullet point-blank in a gangly spirit's chest.

Xayah is trying to keep the distance as she shoots and carries the people towards the Invincible. She already made two travels back and forth, although with only one person at a time. The things were growing dire and she joins them in the fight, sniping down several spirits that had lifted tree trunk to toss at Crowley and Bucky.

"Look out!"

With the spirits stumbling back from the shots, the tree trunk just falls freely down with a crash.

"There's too many of them! We have to pull back!"

Crowley grabs another person and looks around at how incredibly busy it is getting around here. There's a lot of them, aren't there? And here he is, really not the sort of person able to just leap in and defend.

"Xayah's right," he says. "We can get the rest of them later. We have to protect the ones already in the Invincible."

He shouts over to the human soldier person.

"Come on, let's go!"

The Soldier springs at the spirit that had been aiming the tree trunk at them, taking advantage of the surprise to slice an arm off. They're maybe a little over-focused on fighting at the moment... not quite sunk into the Asset, into a memory of a mission, but definitely zeroed in on enemies and offense rather than trying to rescue anyone else.

But Crowley's shout gets their attention, at least, and they roll back. They're injured, but not badly enough to get in the way. The roll brings them back to their feet and they bolt towards Crowley. Assuming the shout means he's in trouble, more than just wanting to retreat.

She tries to cower Crowley the best she can- her fingers were getting numb from throwing her weapons and recalling them over and over again. One of the spirits shoots something back at her and she dodges it in the last second.

Fighting and retreating it's the best they can do. Springing off her feet, she floats over to the door to push them wide open for them to carry in the people as quickly as possible. Crowley is already stumbling into the building which only leaves Bucky.

"We're in, pull back! Come on!" Please don't die there...!

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