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

[worthallthis]

"Not when you look at me like that, I don't." They're just about back at the Invincible, now. "No deal."

They stop at the steps up, turning to face Crowley. Their expression is blank, but more in an "I'm not sure how to express what I feel" way than an "I am hiding what I'm feeling" way. It's been a weird half an hour since waking up from being dead. "I know what you want, Crowley. I appreciate it. But I'm built for this. Even. Even Before HYDRA, I think I was built for this. Protecting. The past week has been easier than the past three months."

[sauntered_downward]

"I'm not built for this."

Crowley doesn't protect. He doesn't know how to protect. He barely knows how to fight, though the knows he must have done in the past. But demons don't protect people. They hurt people, they disrupt their lives and lurk in the background, ready to pull them into Hell whenever possible.

And yet here he is, protecting. Trying to, at least.

"I'm still not going to let anything happen to you."

[worthallthis]

Considering how few people have ever actually wanted to keep the Soldier safe... it's still strange to hear that he wants to. Being cared about, worried about even, is still new and not quite pleasant. It doesn't feel deserved.

So they sigh, half-smile, meet Crowley's eyes for a beat, then motion with the gun to the Invincible door. "Inside, Crowley. I need to get a new jacket. And to ask around for what happened while I was gone. Maybe once this is over, I can show you how a few ways you can help keep me safe, too." It's not like he's useless; the fight with the dogs proved that. He's just erratic, and the Soldier doesn't know enough about his abilities to work well enough with him. It's like everything else: it will take practice.