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

11/29, near the end of the event

[survivaltricks]

[it was a miracle that Akira had managed to escape from most of his fights with the local spirits unscathed. and so it followed that eventually, that luck would completely and utterly give out]

[anyone around the Invincible today will definitely hear the sound of something slamming hard against the wall, the impact rattling the entire building. it's followed by complete and utter silence. . . and if anyone should take it upon themselves to step outside and investigate. . .]

[they'll find one (1) scruffy teenager dressed in a leather jacket and red gloves struggling to his feet as he braces himself with one hand against the wall. he's breathing heavily and he looks a little dazed as his right arm hangs uselessly at his side]

[uh-oh]

[originallutece]

[She supposes at least the spirits aren't particularly discriminatory when it comes to whom they attack.

Her left eye hidden by a patch and a nasty gash up her throat will tell Akira all he needs to know about her own injuries, although, she thinks, peering out the door of the Invincible, he may not be in a position to really devote critical thought to it right now. She glances over, and yes, thank god, the spirit is walking away, satisfied with its destruction-- and so she steps out carefully, keeping her footsteps light, watching for a long few seconds before going to him.

He's not bleeding out. That's good. He may be bleeding internally, though, and the way he's looking at her--]

Akira.

Can you look at me?

[survivaltricks]

[that voice snaps Akira out of whatever shocked stupor had clouded his brain, and he-- he recognizes that face. that's. . .]

L-- Lutece-san?

[but even though he's capable of recognizing her, his gaze is a bit glassy, a bit distant. he's leaning heavily against the wall as his head swims, as though his legs might give out from underneath him at any moment. and his ribs ache]

[still. . . the nasty gash on her throat doesn't escape his notice, and despite his own injuries that he's still reeling from, Akira comments]

Your-- a-are you okay?

[always putting someone else first]

[originallutece]

I'm far better than you are right now.

[But though his eyes are glassy and unfocused, he at least knows who she is. He can focus on the present. That's lucky, as far as concussions go; if his luck holds, he might not even vomit from it. Which means the next issue to tackle are his ribs and that limp arm.]

Can you stand?

[survivaltricks]

[. . . well. at that, Akira puffs a half-laugh. even though the exertion sends a pang of pain shooting through his temples. ugh. headaches suck]

That remains to be seen. . .

[he mutters, and while he's trying to sound snarky he just sounds exhausted instead]

. . . I can, but not without-- help.

[i.e. the wall he's currently leaning against]

[originallutece]

Come here.

[She shifts to the side that doesn't seem broken and grips his arm.]

On your feet . . . all you have to do is put one foot in front of the other.