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

[equinoctials]

Every attacker expects, he thinks, the attacked to flee or try to put distance between them. Fewer expect to get drawn in, since that goes against what he figures is base instinct for pretty much everybody. He'd deserve a good scolding for the danger it put Prompto in, but as far as Riku sees it, he was already in harm's way; Riku breathes a lot easier seeing him get away from the window, blessedly free of any needle-like appendages for the time being.

Pulled along, Riku's glare lingers on the broken window, the splintered planks of wood he nailed over it once.

"Did it cut you anywhere? Check," his heated question has the weight of experience behind it, when there were creatures - nightmares or things of the dark or somewhere in between - that could seep poison into a person, weaken them, kill them slow.

[techtype]

"I thought you were attacking me too!"

There's more surprise in his voice than anger, since Riku did help him out, and it's not like they had time to plan a strategy for an interaction that only lasted about a minute.

"I don't think so...don't think it made it all the way through the fabric."

He might not know as much as Riku, but he does know about things that can harm with a scratch or even a look. Things with poison that messed with your head and made you forget how to do anything but attack whatever was nearest, poison that threatened to eat away at your body if you moved too much, breath that could turn you into a solid stone statue or a frog. So he's shrugging off his jacket and checking it, reaching up to feel his skin underneath his shirt. His hands come away clean and he shakes his head.

"All good. Thanks. We'll have to board that window back up soon..."

[equinoctials]

"Why would I--?" Riku begins to argue and checking himself a moment later. Oh. Yeah, that makes sense, he really didn't give any warning, and crowding him against the wall and broken window with a weapon in hand doesn't look good. Especially not to someone in Prompto's position.

"..." He exhales a soft puff, chagrined and relieved that he appears to be unharmed, offering, "My bad."

Turning his attention to the window, tense and still, Riku realizes that he can't sense any Darkness but his own. He can sense Quentin, somewhere in the Armoury, his depression hangs around him like a fog. But any malice, any killing drive? The stuff that should reek of Darkness just doesn't seem to be there.

"I think we're in the clear. Can you pass me that hammer over there? I think that can's got nails left in it."