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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[pure_havoc]

[if nothing else he'll step on what's left so that if it moves, he'll know instantly. Damn things.]

Nor should we. This is a losing battle if we stay here, we need to get everyone back to our fallback point. [in case you don't remember] The Invincible. Quickly.

[what he doesn't do is pause to grab any sleepers. Most of them have been taken care of but Cao Pi is still of a mind that even if this dark-clad figure who looks sort of spirit-y himself is stronger than he is, he can also use a sword and thus needs those in his hands, not a comatose body. Others can finish the evacuation, he's here to fight.]

[evulsed]

You think I'm coming with you? Dream on.

[ There's a laugh in Vanitas' voice, one of incredulity, that echoes behind the reflective surface of his mask. Why on earth would he want to go where everyone else was going to be? Targets were much easier to find in a big group, and if they were all going to congregate in one spot— to Vanitas' thinking, that just makes them all the more vulnerable.

But he's never been taught to rely on other people— only his own strength. He turns his keyblade over in his palm, backing away from Cao Pi. ]

[pure_havoc]

[well, he certainly wasn't expecting that kind of betrayal in the middle of a battle. What the hell, dude.]

What are you doing? Don't be a fool! There are too many of them, we're all better off working together!

[which is pretty wild coming from him but at least Cao Pi knows the value of an army over a lone wolf]

[evulsed]

Better you than me.

[ There's no aggressiveness in his tone; just that same incredulous kind of laugh lingering behind. ]

Let me know if your little get together works for you. If you can survive long enough to get back, that is.

[pure_havoc]

[grr, brat. Fine, Cao Pi isn't going to hang around and save him either, turning swiftly and trudging back toward the table of vulnerable victims]

If you die, on your own head be it.

[and he won't forget it, either]