EVENT LOG: ENTER MR SANDMAN (DEFENDERS)

[inthenightmods]

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

[policier]

( The creature bites his hand with a sickening crunch, and it takes every ounce of Javert's self-control not to cry out. He grits his teeth, letting out a noise of discomfort and a curse, holding on to the spirit with at least one good hand. When it turns, Javert seizes the opportunity to collect his sword, which had been discarded on the ground.

Once it is in his right hand, he swings it down in a vertical arc, attempting to cut the creature's arm off at the joint. Whether he is successful or not, he attacks. He mirrors Cao Pi's slices, hitting it from the other side, and kicking at the spirit's legs for good measure. )

[inthenightmods]

[The hooves, as it turns out, are indeed a lot less vicious than the top half. The spirit bats aside Cao Pi's first strike, but then its hands are too focused on trying to tear him to pieces and it doesn't care about blocking anymore. It loses a finger first and then it gets slashed across the face. The area visible through the hole around its eye seems to be bleeding, but the areas visible through the cuts in the sheet seem... empty.

Javert's sword chops into the creature's shoulder, sinking deep, but it's not enough to completely detach the limb. Still, that arm is useless now, swinging limply at the spirit's side.

For the first time, battered from two sides, the spirit actually seems to retreat a bit, its bottom half moving ahead of the top. But that doesn't stop it from slashing wildly, directionlessly with its remaining, working hand.]

[pure_havoc]

[Despite his desperate hack and slash, Cao Pi has seen the weaknesses now and has an idea. As soon as the spirit backs off, he slides in shoulder-to-shoulder with Javert. The pincer worked for a while but now they need to go in head-first.]

Did you see? There is nothing below the shoulders, no vitals. Aim for the head.

[he rejoins the two swords into one and goes in swinging, trying to fend off the good hand and its nasty claws in order to drive in close. He's got very little stamina to use for sorcery but hey, might as well try - one small burst of freezing energy off the tip of the blade as soon as it gets near the spirit's neck]