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logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-11-16 06:26 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- akira kurusu (al),
- allie pressman (brooke),
- bucky barnes (gail),
- crowley (mj),
- dana scully (carlee),
- ellever brandt (crow),
- jason grace (erica),
- javert (rachel),
- jon snow (rachel),
- lunafreya nox fleuret (liz),
- m.k. (shira),
- masaomi kida (wind),
- nancy wheeler (chrissy),
- prompto argentum (daimon),
- quentin coldwater (ireth),
- steve harrington (zelly),
- vanitas (king),
- zihuan cao pi (gemini)
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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[ A memory threatens to surface. Just skims the top, like a giant creature under the water only breaching an eye. Ellever suppresses a shiver, but can't quite let go of the icy chill that threatens to creep up her arms or the sound of boots on cement. ]
Do you think they feed on it? Or just like causing it?
[ One of those seems more outright malicious. ]
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But they could just be cowing us. Keeping us in line. Making us unable to or unwilling to run off and leave.
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[ Ellever smiles, thinly, the expression strained with everything going on around them. ]
I think you could be onto something, there. If they kill everyone who wanders too far, maybe there's something we're not supposed to find out there.
[ That just... inspires all kinds of curious thoughts in her, but she's also got a drop of common sense. A drop. ]
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[Hopefully.
He thinks.
Worth trying, in his opinion.]
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[ Then, Ellever shrugs. She isn't afraid of being clawed to death. The worst -- what she's been dreading her whole life -- has already happened. What else is there? Pain is pain. ]
But we're dead, and I've probably got something bad coming to me, so it's worth a shot at some point.
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Something bad coming to you?
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Uh... [ She runs a hand back through her hair idly. ] Let's just say that Bad Things are supposed to happen to the world when I die. And I died.
[ Unhelpfully vague, but Ellever dislikes her status as a Child of the Nine with a self-loathing passion. She shrugs as she adds, ]
So if something bad happens to me, it's... fine.
so sorry for the delay!
End of the world things or just the usual 'world's not the same without you' sort of things?
[He has a feeling he knows what her answer will be]
<3 no worries at all!
[ Ellever shakes her head slightly. She's clearly trying to figure out a good way to word what she needs to. There's... a lot. She has an immense amount of guilt over it. It's heavy, and they're already dealing with this weird nightmare.
Actually, no, this would be a standard nightmare. ]
I wish it was the latter. That sounds nicer than vague prophecies.
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If i have to deal with one more vague prophecy in my life, it will be too soon. And I'm meant to figure out what's next by them? Ridiculous.
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Fuck, I know. What gives people the right to be so damned vague. Just spit it out. Put in a few footnotes or something. [ She glances at him. ] Or sources? That would be nice.