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

[featherknives]

[Xayah only nods, not knowing what else to say. When people tell her they are sorry, they usually don't mean it. Their 'sorry sorry' would be followed by mocking laughter- and Xayah's fist in their teeth.

But there's no laughter here so... he might be? Although it wasn't his fault, he's not from her world.]

I don't know, [she shakes her head.] They just vanished.

I started travelling around, in search of the answer. I met Rakan along the way, and he joined me. We found some shadow ninjas destroying the alcoves by sapping the energy out of them, ruining the forests nearby. We were hunting them down for several years, without much impact. And then, well.

[She died.]

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier nods, finishes that board. Time to move on to the next room. As they gather wood, they say, halting, looking at the floor,]

I was just the Asset. For a very long time. But there was a Before, maybe seventy years before I died. I had. People then. Too. They're all gone now. Like yours, I don't know what happened to them. Even when I don't remember them, I still know, and that hurts. So I'm sorry.

[Maybe they picked up on her uncertainty over the apology. Maybe they're trying to show that someone else can understand, so she can share the burden. They're just trying different things, here, to try and solidify a connection.]

[featherknives]

[So he was used by the people he was trying to help- is what she gathers from what he says. What's wrong with that weird race? Vastayans aren't all sunshine and rainbows but they don't do that kind of thing. She can't imagine her tribe turning against her.

She bites her lip as she follows after him-]

I'm sorry too. For the things you went through. [She pauses.] Do you resent them?

[worthallthis]

HYDRA. Who kept me?

[The Soldier hitches a shoulder, nudging some wood into a different configuration before setting it down.]

I'd shoot every last one of them. In the face. If I could.

[They say it casually. Like they'd say the sky is blue (or in this case, black). They select a board for the next room's window.]

Hold this?

[featherknives]

[It's fine. She says that stuff with ease too, when she talks about humans. They get offended.]

Good.

[Xayah nods and holds the plank again as Soldier starts to drive the nail in it.]

If we run into any one of them here, I'll give you a feather to stab them.

[worthallthis]

[The Soldier makes a quick, sharp grin.]

Thanks. I'd like that.

[They have like five knives on their person right now, but one more will never go amiss. Especially a fancy feather knife. They've seen Crowley's.]