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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_{[The spirits are fearsome, but the wiliest opponent of them all is guilt as the dark days march on. As unnatural and terrifying as they are, the spirits still bleed; they can be killed. Guilt can't, and though he outruns it from time to time, it always finds him again, in the dark, in his mind's eye where he sees the faces he both longs and loathes to lay eyes on again.

It asks him questions, the guilt, sometimes with Tilda's voice, sometimes with his mother's, sometimes with the Master's, but often his own. Questions he's been asking himself since the day he woke up in Beacon. What does he hope to accomplish by fighting? What does any of this matter when one could argue they've already lost the battle for survival in the outside world?

Why? Why does he keep fighting to live?

The answers seem far away from him, as does the end to this onslaught, but he still he fights on, slaying spirits where he can with the mechanical thoughtlessness of a wind-up doll repeating a motion until it runs out of steam. And there--yes, there goes another, slipping through the dark trees near soundlessly.

Sometimes they attack the Invincible and the group of survivors banded together within, but some are clever and know there's better hunting out in the open when people move about unprotected. This one seems to be on the chase--and so M.K. gives chase after it.

Not even the gift can mask the signs and symptoms of burn-out at this point, but he has some power left. A bit. Enough.]}

[In stark contrast to M.K.'s guilty spiral, Masaomi finds himself physically unable to give up the fight. He can feel the adrenaline pumping at all hours of the day, ever since those disgusting spirits and their army of creeps took over. The spirits, if it was them on the network the other day, had declared in no uncertain terms that this fight was a hopeless one.

"You cannot save them."

But Masaomi had saved Mikado. He'd saved Anri. He's done it before, and he'll damn well do it again. The only thing keeping him moving now is the overwhelming need to prove those bastards wrong. That's more than enough motivation for the passionate gang leader, even strained to the limit as he is.

This motivation is what brings him away from the relative safety of the town and the many warriors within it. He's heard whispers of a scrapyard, and though he's yet to see it himself, he's not about to pass up the potential supplies such a goldmine could provide to everyone trying to fortify The Invincible. With a crowbar in hand and a knife at his belt, Masaomi slinks around the border of the yard, searching for any sign of an intact entrance.

It's when he stops to inspect a fallen tree that he lets down his guard and misses the rustling of flora just across the way. He's a perfect target.]

_{[It's fast, but with the gift activated so is he--enough to keep pace, tracking its movements in the trees to follow its general direction. No outsider to this world seems able to match the spirits' night vision when it comes to traversing the dark, but what he lacks in limited sight, he makes up for in single-minded determination to catch the thing.

He imagines he can feel them from time to time, trying to worm their way into his head. He can't stop them from sinking their claws into what they find there any more than he can explain why he'd woken up in this world to begin with--but he can make them work for it.

The trees thin; the path widens. It isn't until the forest's uncontrolled growth gives way to the incongruously straight and exact line of fencing does he see just why it's arrowed in this direction.]}

Look out!

_{[There's a person outlined in the moonlight.]}

[That call saves Masaomi's life.

He hears it just before the creature leaps and immediately jerks to the side. A metallic racket explodes in his ear, monster crashing into reinforced fencing not a foot away. Masaomi resists the urge to look. He wastes no time scrambling to his feet, spraying dirt and pebbles as he kicks off. By the time the creature tears itself away from the dented fencing, it's an all-out race.

And M.K. is standing at the finish line.]

EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

➤ Closed to Masaomi | 27th

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