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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[equinoctials]

[ Riku has a theory about what's different this go around. Just like those who thought they knew everything about the nature of the heart had it wrong, just like those who thought they knew everything about Nobodies was wrong, people aren't just one kind of thing. Without hearts they aren't empty vessels merely imitating feelings, with hearts they're never entirely without darkness, without light, whether it comes to them internally or externally, no one being is an island, closed off from any influence.

Darkness can be used to bring out Light. It makes sense, when Riku believes without a single doubt that these two forces love each other, don't oppose as much as chase each other, orbiting around in perpetuity. Bright light casts the deepest shadows.

Vanitas has found something to protect, someone that matters. Having seen Bruce interact with Vanitas many times over the last month, he thinks he knows who to thank for that marked shift. It's... good, Riku thinks, because he had nothing to hold on to and so he drifted through self-destructive currents, it would have been a matter of time before it carried him over the edge into oblivion. They've traded barbs and blows, they've shared meals sitting shoulder to shoulder. Riku may not have known him as anything but another opponent before, but he knows him just a little better now.

The boy born out of darkness, raised in a dry and loveless land. He has a sweet tooth and a heart so bruised it's built up thick walls around it like hands form callouses. Riku doesn't ask about Bruce because he knows Vanitas wouldn't have left him unsafe, or as close as he could afford. ]

Scattered. Some are here. [ A pointed glance. ] Or the Invincible. Are you hurt?