logsinthenight | 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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There was the sound of several thumps and Jason looked up from his spot on the edge of the feast. He frowned as he processed what he was seeing. Several people who had been enjoying the festivities moments ago were now, well, down for the count it seemed. Jason pushed away from the tree, his hand twitching at the empty spot at his waist. Why had he left his sword in his room again?

Right, because so far nothing had come attacking and this seemed like the kind of place where weapons would be frowned upon. It was a feast from the spirits, right?

Jason felt a sinking sensation in his stomach. Something was wrong and every part of his demigod instincts and training was telling him to get out of there. A second later he hears Cao Pi's shout and a rustling in the trees caught his attention. Jason’s grip on his lantern tightened and while he doesn't have a weapon, he's quickly scoping the scene for something to use. Although, he did have his powers.

"I don't know, but we're in trouble with all of these people down for the count."

Getting out would not be possible unless they abandoned the helpless, and even with his usual attitude problem, that was not Cao Pi's way. He barely threw a glance at the table before focusing almost entirely on the glowing eyes materializing in the trees all around them. "We're in trouble either way, but if we can't rouse them..."

For a fleeting moment, he hoped the lurking spirits wouldn't attack, at least long enough to allow those still standing to group themselves. But, no, of course not. Something flew at his head and then past him as he ducked. "Are you armed?" he demanded of Jason. "We need to stand firm. Get the others out of here before they become victims..."

Jason's eyes flash to follow the movement, his hands buzzing with unseen electricity. The first spirit misses, but that doesn't mean they're in the clear. Far from it actually.

"No. Didn't think I'd need it for a feast," he considers the last feast he attended -- the one in Ithica. Perhaps he should reconsider his policy about weapons and banquets, but back home they weren't supposed to bring weapons to places like that.

New place, new rules, and he just hoped he lived long enough to learn that lesson.

"I have my powers though...maybe I can use that to keep them back."

In response, the winds started to pick up a bit. If nothing else, this meant he could free his hands to carry one or maybe even two people, but he'd have to rely on Cao Pi's swords to take care of everything else.

"Whatever you have." It's a borderline demand, beggars really can't be choosers right now and he will literally work with whatever Jason's got. The wind tugs at his long hair, enough to make him glance to verify that it's coming from his comrade and not just nature. Good? Good.

The first rush comes on, smaller and faster spirits clamoring to charge en masse. Cao Pi spins his swords on his wrists, plants his feet, and starts swinging, slashing at anything that comes within reach and subtly diverting them to one side or the other so they don't get at the people at the table immediately behind him. It doesn't take long to notice that they actually seem to be beelining for him, not the unconscious folks, which is...concerning. Especially since there are still larger coming on - larger and green-eyed.

It's definitely Jason. As the wind picks up it also pushes outward, forming a calm center around them and starting to whip and tug at spirits as they approach. He doesn't want to go too hard on the miniature cyclone he's summoning to encircle them -- after all there are still sleeping people nearby -- but he wants to push the spirits back as well and this seems like an efficient way to do it.

It does the trick and sends a few of the smaller, faster, and 'bitier' spirits flying back into the trees. However there are still the larger ones to worry about. By that point though Jason has also picked up on the fact that the spirits are not necessarily going towards the more vulnerable individuals around the table. Jason bends down and picks up one of the collapsed figures, hefting him without much trouble.

A spirit comes skittering across the table and Jason sends a stronger gust of wind at it, slamming it into another.

"Is it just me or are they leaving the bodies alone?"

As much as he usually doesn't give sorcery proper credit, Cao Pi has to admit this is pretty handy. Watching the smaller, weaker spirits get flung back into the trees is delightfully satisfying, and lets him focus on the larger shadows lurking just beyond the cyclone. This whole thing is about to get very messy and it's not a good idea for anyone unarmed - or unconscious - to remain out here at the table.

"You're right," he says over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off the glint of green off to the left. "I suppose those of us still standing pose enough of a threat. That might give us a chance. Move, and I'll cover you. Get them to the tavern."

He shuffles over even while speaking, putting his back to Jason and preparing to serve as a pointy wall to stop anything that comes in for the attack.

Jason finds it interesting and later he'll have time to wonder about it. It goes against the laws of nature he's familiar with. Usually an enemy or a predator is going to attempt to go for the more obvious weaker target. Their fallen companions were sitting ducks and yet Jason caught a glimpse of one spirit purposefully skittering around someone further down, slumped over a plate.

It made no sense, but there was a lot about this that didn't and Jason was just determined to ensure they made it in one piece.

Jason bent down and hefted the nearest person onto his back. He was strong and possibly could have carried a second person, but he also had to move and if they were leaving people alone anyway then maybe it would be okay. His stomach twisted at the idea, but he didn't have a lot of choice. Especially with another spirit wave coming. Jason took a deep breath and increased the wall of wind in front of them. If Cao Pi was going to cover the rear, then he would handle the front and blow their way through.

He's got the rear, all right, and for every step Jason takes forward with the wind, Cao Pi matches him, backing along at the same pace and slicing briskly at anything that leaps into his path. And there are quite a few of them, some dropping down from the trees into the eye of the cyclone, others big enough to press their way in. It's difficult to fight while backing away, but Cao Pi isn't going down easily. He alternates between using his blades separately and joining them into the single version, whatever he needs to be able to combat whatever comes at his face.

It's as if the sight of someone actually fighting back is their signal to attack, more and more start swarming. It's not far to the Invincible but if they're going to have to do this multiple times, well. Time to spend a little more energy in the hopes it'll hold them off longer. Splitting Pure Havoc into two swords again, he jams the tips into the ground and concentrates. It takes a few seconds for something to happen but then it does, ice crystals erupting from the earth several meters away and ripping into the foremost line of spirits. He's not going to be able to do that again for a while but it's a satisfying way to buy them a brief period of breathing room.

EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

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