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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Comments

[pure_havoc]

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.

[notthatjason]

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.

[pure_havoc]

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.