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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[policier]

( 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?

[sauntered_downward]

[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.

[policier]

( 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.

[sauntered_downward]

Enemies?

[Crowley gives a thoughtful nod.]

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

[policier]

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.

[sauntered_downward]

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.

[policier]

( 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. )