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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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Is that not the intent of it?

( He drops the wood as well, taking up a hammer and a few nails from his pocket. He begins boarding up the first window, speaking only when he has finished hammering. )

I have already caused enough misery in people's lives. If I am not meant to be punished, then I will do what I can to make up for it.

( That's why he left that letter to the Prefect, and why he's doing what he can to help people here. It may not make much of a difference, in the end, but at least it feels right. )

Caused misery by what? Dying?

[Crowley's heard that sort of thing before. People who've committed suicide blaming themselves for causing others' suffering, not realizing they were only in Hell because of rules, not because they actually deserved it.

He doesn't help at all with what the man is doing, just sort of stands behind him]

No. ( He scoffs at the mere mention of it, his lips curling into a more pensive frown. ) I hardly believe anyone would mourn my passing.

( He doesn't seem the least bit broken up about it, though. And why not? It was his choice isolate himself from society, and to focus the entirety of his efforts into his work. )

I never beheld any empathy for lawbreakers, nor the poverty-stricken, when I was with the police. I was callous, and it was my callousness which hastened a sick girl's death, leaving her child without a mother. Tell me, is that not despicable?

Oh, you're a copper then? Yeah, nevermind, you probably got what you deserved.

[He's clearly not being serious with that statement, but he turns a bit more serious at what the man says. The man is very serious, and what he's saying is pretty despicable, in Crowley's opinion.

But then again, Crowley's always had a soft spot for the sick and children.]

So did you go to the child, then?

( A jest it may be, though Javert doesn't necessarily disagree with it. He stares solemnly, neither working nor speaking for a moment before answering, roughly, )

Only when I received word of her kidnapping. I had no care for her otherwise.

( Perhaps he should have. There are many things he would have done differently, now, knowing what he does. )

The mother had given the child over an innkeeper and his wife. As I understand it, they took care of her in the mother's stead. I do not know why you would care.

I don't care. I'm just curious.

It bothers you, though.

Of course it does!

( He speaks harshly, though without raising his voice. He takes his frustration out on the nails instead, hammering them down onto the other side of the board before continuing, )

Though what concerns me more is the fact that I even care at all. It is intolerable.

( How does one cope with feelings? He does not know. )

[Crowley gets that. He doesn't like caring much, either. Of course, he's a demon, he's not supposed to care, it's not part of the job description. Humans usually see caring as part of what makes them, you know, them.]

Doesn't that make you, I don't know---a better copper? More empathic?

[He cringes a bit at the very idea]

It is unbecoming.

( He answers, and with a wince as well. Valjean had told him something similar before, that the highest form of justice is conscience, and God help him, he is trying. But he is uncertain, and that is the problem he's been struggling with ever since. )

A policeman that delivers mercy to criminals is not one who is feared. And if he is not feared, then he is not respected. How am I to do my job if I do not apply the law equally to every offender? You understand, don't you? It is not simple.

Fear and respect don't always go hand in hand.

I know a bloke----big, dumb idiot, always has this huge smile on his face and thinks the whole world is made out of diamonds and puppies and all that. Always makes everyone love him. Does the nicest things for people even if they don't deserve it. Goes out of his way for them. And you know what? Most respected man I know. Everyone who knows him would do anything for him. Tell him anything he asked, sell out their sister for him. All because they love him.

None of them fear him.

[Crowley scratches the back of his head] So, no, it's not always that simple.

( He hammers the last board to the window, listening and falling into a deep contemplation. It's difficult for him not to think of Valjean, and the insufferable amount of kindness that he's shown to others. It's incomprehensible for such a man to exist, and yet he does. Not just the once, but twice. After several moments, he answers, )

He seems like a good man.

( Javert, himself, could never be that good. He has already long accepted that. The next question he asks is not made with any ulterior motive, but only out of genuine curiosity, )

Is he a friend?

[Crowley considers lying. After all, he has no real reason to tell this person the truth. But why lie when it comes to Aziraphale? Crowley would claim him as his best friend no matter where they were, no matter what time. Now, he has nothing to lose when he does.]

My best friend.

Even for someone like me, he sees me as someone worth, you know, friendship and all that.

( It's a sentimental admission. Had Javert been as cold as he was before, he would have scoffed at it, mocked him. But he does not. He's struck by Crowley's honesty, how easily he's able to admit it, and without even thinking, he says, )

I knew a man quite like that.

( He speaks softly, and evenly. )

We weren't friends, however.

Enemies?

[Crowley gives a thoughtful nod.]

We started out as enemies, but he was...well, too good to stay that way.

Does the extent of such kindness not bother you?

( It's something that bothers Javert. Kindness such as that is disorganizing, never mind foolish, when it is extended toward a man known as their enemy. He frowns a bit, and mutters, )

Surely someone would take advantage of it.

Nah. He does what he thinks is right. Sometimes it's stupid, sometimes it doesn't make any sense to me but---[he gestures with his hands as if to say 'this is all I have to offer']---that's who he is.

[he considers the other question.] Isn't that what I'm here for?

Stop anyone from taking advantage. Make sure he gets to keep doing good the way he does best. Never make him ever have to question his own soul.

You know, more than is absolutely necessary.

( Javert considers him. His expression doesn't give anything away, but he's impressed by Crowley's answer. He might even harbor a tiny sliver of respect for it, for his dedication to his friend, and his willingness to protect him. He doesn't say anything for a long time. Just takes the boards and hammer into his hands and looks at the ground. When he finally speaks, he says gruffly, )

You best keep him safe, then. I will try my upmost to do the same.

( Not just for him, but everyone else in the Invincible. )

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