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]

[he's not going to admit it but this chatter is actually quite helpful, distracting him from the shadows]

You are still a very strange young man.

[hold up, that sounds like...yep, incoming from the left. Don't mind if he darts past and straight up slices the spirit galloping up through the darkness. It shrieks and wobbles off sideways, down but not quite out]

[mellowyellow]

[Masaomi's all ready to run his mouth again. It's what he does best, after all. But before he can, his self-appointed guard shoots past him.

To the left, his mind supplies, and with no time to think, he does exactly what he'd joked about earlier. The tower of blankets goes flying toward the spirit's head. On top of the overwhelming pain already shocking its system, the creature is dumbfounded and blinded just long enough for Cao Pi to take advantage of the opportunity.]

[pure_havoc]

[hey, he's not one to turn down even the most unorthodox of assists. Thanks Masaomi. Cao Pi whirls around and gets behind the flailing spirit to give a quick double jab with both swords one after the other. That should do.]

They rarely attack alone. Hurry, gather everything up and let's move. Quickly!

sorry for how stupid late this is;

[mellowyellow]

[Not as eager to hang around and gossip anymore, Masaomi scrambles to snag all the disheveled blankets and bolt for The Invincible, all without tripping over the trailing fabric. He mostly succeeds and is finally able to duck through the fortified entrance. His foot holds the door open for Cao Pi to follow.

And hopefully no one else.]

<3

[pure_havoc]

[Cao Pi brings up the rear, though as he does it seems like he's the real target, not Masaomi. The spirits start flooding out of the darkness toward his blades, leaving him standing with his back in the doorway, slicing and slashing at them until he can must one more quick shot of ice to blast the bulk of them out of the way. Just enough to allow him a second to fall back through the door and kick it closed behind him.

Good work...team?]

[mellowyellow]

[The heavy slam of that door instantly relaxes Masaomi's tense muscles. He sighs in relief.

Then, flat on his ass and covered in blankets, he puffs out a laugh.]

Guess they got cold feet.

[pure_havoc]

[OH MY GOD MASAOMI WHY

All Cao Pi can do with his back against the door, bracing it from the slams of spirits whamming into it from outside, is sigh heavily and noisily. Let that sigh convey the depth and ferocity of his exasperation with your wordplay, Masaomi]