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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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He steps after her and looks up to the darkness of the sky, then over to the darkness of the Lighthouse. He takes a breath, and extends out his long, black wings.
"If I'm holding you, I'll need you to defend us. I can avoid shots at us, but you'll need to keep any flying spirits away," he says. He's certain there won't be many out there. They have to all be focused on the town right now.
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Part of her brain, the more logical part, thinks of the Bonfire. Thinks that perhaps they should grab at least one torch before take off, or try to. But doing that would waste time, and so she turns to him fully, nodding again.
"I can do that. I promise, anything that comes at us is going to get skewered."
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He steps towards her and gives her an awkward look. How best to carry her? Lift her up in his arms? Hold her under the armpits?
He opts for holding out his arms.
"Here, you decide how you want to do this, I'll go along with it." That's his experience with most human women in general.
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"If you are certain. Here," she approaches and winds an arm around his neck gently, swinging herself up into a bridal style position. Her arm immediately comes back to her front so that she can secure her weapon properly.
"Is this alright? Are you comfortable enough?"
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"Hang on," he says, holding onto her.
He looks in the direction of the Lighthouse, focuses on the light there, and beats his wings, lifting them off the ground. He spares a glance back at the Invincible, trying to see if he can catch a glimpse of the human soldier person, to make sure he's watching over Aziraphale while he's gone----but he has to focus on where they're going.
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She's going to have to ask him where he keeps those wings of his. Later, perhaps. When they get home.
"Yes, thank you, dear Crowley," she replies, grip tightening onto her trident. She's hoping that they're not going to run into too much trouble; she's more concerned about what may be lingering at and around the light house, after all. But those green eyed spirits are no joke, and she's not sure just how high they can go. "Here we go."
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He flies up, staying as close to the light as he can, but up above the treeline to avoid the spirits. He can't see anything, it's just so dark.
"What's out there?" he asks, "What do you see?"
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She squints in the dark, peering back and forth. It's hard, and she can barely make anything out.
"I see..." she makes a noise that sounds half unsure and half frustrated. "I think I can make out the silhouette of the lighthouse in the distance," she continues, before her head whips off to the right suddenly as a noise catches her attention. "...I fear that we may not be alone up here, did you hear that?"
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He slips a hand around Luna's shoulders to pull off his sunglasses, get a better view of the sky. He doesn't have any way of tucking them away without losing a grip on Luna, so he just lets them fall. They hit something on the way down. Something dark and moving below them. He squints his serpentine eyes at the darkness, at the shape of the Lighthouse in the distance.
"I'm going to make a dash for it," he says. "This isn't going to be fun. Hold on tight."
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When his sunglasses topple, she does make an attempt to grapple for them, but she misses and they drop; she makes a mental note to perhaps ask Rastus for a new pair for him whenever she gets the chance. What's worse, is that she can see them bounce off of something just beneath them, and she frowns, brow creasing for a moment before her gaze turns back to Crowley. She can hear something absolutely hissing at them as it circles.
"It's alright, you needn't worry about me. Do what you must, I'll try and fend anything off," she offers gently, nodding her head.
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Hopefully he can do a better job of keeping her safe than he did with Aziraphale.
He takes off towards the Lighthouse at a sharp dart. He holds onto Luna and soars quickly, feeling whatever is around them start to move in, guarding the Lighthouse from their approach.
Something suddenly hits his wing and he hears a crack as a row of primary feathers shatters on the impact. He tumbles to the left, only just able to keep himself upright.
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The grip she's got on her Trident makes her knuckles turn white as he takes off, making a bolt towards their destination. As something screeches at them from the left, she spears at it blindly; she knows she got a hit in, because the screech turns into a howl of pain, and she can see it tumble out of the sky. One down... Gods only know how many left to go.
But they're jarred suddenly, and there's a sickening crack. Her eyes widen, and she looks at Crowley again as feathers fly. "Crowley! Are you alright?"
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He dips them down, then shoots back up as he makes another dash towards the Lighthouse. They can get there, he thinks. They can do it. He's a strong flier, even with an injury. He can make it.
Something barrels into his side, and he takes a dive again, gripping tight onto Lunafreya. He struggles to right himself when he feels something else go for his wings. He flaps at them desperately trying to get them off.
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She's managed to slap a few of these abominations out of the sky, but there's more than she anticipated. She can't get them all, she can't see them all.
She grunts when they go spiraling again; things are rapidly becoming more disoriented, but she can see things going after his wings, and it makes her shift around enough in his arms to start jabbing, stabbing, and slapping as hard as she can at these creatures; she manages to spear at least one, and she flings it down towards the ground.
cw: gore
"That's it," he pants through the pain of his wings. He can see the barbed wire fence up ahead, signaling they're nearing the uncharted area before the Lighthouse. "Hang on, I'm going to land us on the other side of the fence----"
Something large flies through the air and hits him square in the back. He feels flesh torn from his skin and he can hear the crack of a broken wing. He lets go of Luna with one hand but grips her wrist with his other one to prevent her falling.
He can do this, he thinks, he can still coast them down.
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She shoves another spirit away, eyes darting over to the Lighthouse. "I see it! I see it, oh Crowley please be careful, as soon as we are on the ground I will start to heal you--"
Except, there's another hard blow, and the briefest flash of a memory comes to her mind as she dangles by the wrist, Crowley the only thing keeping her from plummeting to the... whatever is below them. The memory of the Crown City comes to mind, of the crumbling building that she was atop. The daemon's screech as it attacked, and falling-- only to have Nyx slide in and grab her wrist, both of them dangling from a piece of debris as the building began to go down, the daemons around them continuing their rampage.
"Crowley, you've got to drop me," she calls out, gasping as something grabs her around the waist and digs its claws in. "Let me go, get to the Lighthouse and take cover so that you can heal yourself!"
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Except he can't. She's totally helpless here. She came up here to help him and he can't just drop her like----well, like some sort of monster. He has to do something. He has to protect her. It's what Aziraphale would do.
"Don't be stupid!" he calls down. "Climb up my arm, I've got you!"
He waves his free hand, trying to throw flame at the thing that s grabbing at her waist, all the while pulling up on her wrist. He's not about to let her go.
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"It isn't stupid, it's the truth... Crowley, you have to! You're not going to make it, I will weigh you down. Let them come for me instead!" she's insistent; she doesn't want him to die here, and certainly not like this.
But he's just as stubborn as she is; the thing at her waist hisses and scrambles off at the flames, and she uses her free hand to stab upwards and over his head at something that comes at him from behind. It screams as it skewers itself onto the end of her Trident, and she casts it off to the side.
"Please! Let me go, save the others! Save yourself!"
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"Don't argue, just do it! We can do this together, we can get out of here together!"
She skewers something from behind, and he turns his head as something else rams him from the front, digging claws into his abdomen. He swats out with a hand to brush it away, but he feels blood from his corporation drop down his front. He has no idea how bad this injury is, but it feels bad.
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"Crowley..."
He's not listening to reason. He says he's a bad, evil person, and yet right now, he's trying to protect her. He won't listen to her, and she doesn't want him to be distracted, so she finally does what he asks; she pulls herself up, using her free arm to try and rip the spirit from his abdomen, and she pushes her hand against him, doing her best to send a wave of healing magic through him, to try and slow or stop the bleeding. These spirits are relentless, she can feel more grabbing at her legs, and a glance above them lets her know that they are surrounded and outnumbered.
They're not getting out of here in one piece, or at all, and her grip on Crowley's arm tightens. Not out of fear, not to hold on. It's a gesture meant to be comforting, because she knows that there's no way they're going to make it now.
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"I feel like I should apologize for getting you into this."
Another spirit hits one of his wings and he falters, but stays up for another moment, holding onto Lunafreya.
"We got further than anyone else ever has," he estimates. "That's got to count for something."
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"You need not apologize for anything of the sort. I wanted to go with you, and I'm glad that I did."
No one should have to die alone, anyways. She kicks another spirit away, and she can hear the others starting to close in.
"We did, and that does count, yes. I suppose we will see what death is like after one is already dead," she states, shaking her head. "If death is anything like it is here... then I suppose you and I will meet again on the 'other side', as it were."
Death didn't scare her at home, she'd welcomed it with open arms. She feels the same way here. The only thing that bothers her is that Crowley is going to have to join her.
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"I suppose we'll---"
He feels another creature grab him, this time by the wings, pulling back until they both snap. He screams in pain, and another one claws at him. Despite all of his attempts otherwise, he lets go of Lunafreya, feeling himself start to fall.
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His scream makes her eyes widen, she can hear his wings crunch, and can see blood flying from his back as they start to drop. He lets go of her, and she reaches up to take his hand again as they fall. He's not alone, they're together, and it's okay.
It's dark and cold, and the agony of slamming full force into water hits her like a freight train. She feels like every single bone in her body has just shattered, like her skin has been lit on fire, all at once. The sound was a loud crack; but the agony fades into nothingness, as does the noise of the churning waters and whatever may lurk in them.
Now, there's nothing.
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He looks over to the Lighthouse. They're nowhere near close enough to it.
He'll never know if he was right about the Keeper.
He'll never be able to save Aziraphale.
He's dead before his body hits the water below.