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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[featherknives]

[She tries to look passive, but there's an edge in the corner of her eyes that's giving out her sadness and disappointment.]

No. [Xayah fiddles with the ripped-off piece of her armguard.]

But I can stop talking to you and leave. [It wouldn't matter to him anyway, right? He's not heeding her warnings or accepting the advice or even wanting to discuss why it is a bad plan because he's stubborn.]

[sauntered_downward]

[Crowley thinks, briefly, of Aziraphale. Of standing in that airfield, the angel holding his flaming sword, and thinking that he was definitely going to strike Crowley down. And then Aziraphale said he would never talk to him again, which was a pretty pathetic threat, but meant the whole world to Crowley.

This is, oddly, not unlike that. She's being tough and that doesn't really affect Crowley at all, but when she says she'll just leave, that settles so wrong with him. He tries to tell himself that creatures like her have such short lives anyway, that it doesn't matter if she doesn't talk to him---but it does. He's come to truly care about Xayah and oh my god that is so incredibly annoying.

He reaches out to touch her arm.]

I have ways of being totally unseen. They won't even know I'm in the woods. You can hold onto my lantern, you'll see how I am.

[featherknives]

[She doesn't know what's going through Crowley's head but she knows one thing- she doesn't want to see him torn apart by forest spirits. He's still stubborn, adamant to leave. Should she ever try to persuade him anymore? Everything she says seems to fall on deaf ears. Perhaps his plans as a demon worked in the human world, but this is different.

Way, way different.

She raises one finger,] One, the spirits will sniff you out. Two, [she raises her second finger,] I cannot hold your lantern. If you give it to me and leave, you'll die from separation from your light. And three, [she lifts her third finger,] if you go through that door, you won't find me here if you come back.

[sauntered_downward]

And where will you go, Xayah? The whole town is crawling with these things. The onslaught isn't going to stop unless someone goes up there and puts a stop to it. Since everyone else here is caught up protecting what's left of this place----

[Crowley is not a self-sacrificing sort, but he can't see any other options.] You don't need me. All I've done is heal a few people and---[he gestures]---mope over Aziraphale. He's not waking up. He's not ever waking up. Not unless we stop this.

[And even then, Aziraphale might never wake up. Crowley knows this, but he's not going to let himself say it. It's better if it isn't said.]

[featherknives]

Anywhere where I don't have to see you being torn limb for limb.

[There's a pained expression on her face and her hands are in fists as they rest atop of the table in the inn. She can see his point, she understands not being able to sit in one place but, going to the Lighthouse is suicide.

And she wishes she could stop him.

She opens her mouth to say something, but all it leaves is a heavy sigh.]

...do as you wish... [she says quietly.] Don't let some half-bird of twenty-something summers stop you. You know the best... [Xayah stands up and turns to the people laying in the back corner of the inn. She walks over and crouches to check for their vitals.]