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EVENT LOG: DO YOU REALIZE? PART TWO
EVENT LOG:
DO YOU REALIZE? PART TWO
characters: everyone.
location: Bonfire Square.
date/time: August 18-19.
content: the party takes a turn for the worst.
warnings: violence, gore, character death.
"but if your lantern's too banged up to fix, you ain't coming back."
Late on Saturday evening, just as the party's hitting its stride for the night, the foghorn sounds. It's a frantic blaring, the deep, hollow bellows of the horn echoing over the trees in some approximation of a song, impossible not to hear from wherever you might be lingering this evening.
It captures the attention of the forest spirits, first and foremost. They drop whatever they're up to as soon as the first note strikes the air, and they listen. You listen, too, though any sense of understanding is lost on you. One thing is clear, though: the time for distraction is over.•••
The tone of the party has changed, and not for the better. Before, the forest spirits at least seemed to be enjoying themselves, feasting and dancing, wobbling around and entertaining themselves. Now...
Now, the atmosphere has changed. There's tension thrumming through the air.
One's head snaps to the side sharply, focusing on something unseen in the forest. A few moments later, and others do the same: bodies locked in place, limbs frozen, they stare at something out into the darkness. Can you see it? Maybe. Maybe there's something out there... and maybe you'd better not attract its attention. Two pinpoints of green light, glimmering though no light manages to reach its body. It doesn't move, and neither do the spirits in town, but perhaps it's best not to disturb them.
A few aren't so calm. Mouths dropping open, the noises they emit range from low urgent clicks to desperate howls, but all give off a deep feeling of anxiety. Fear, verging into terror, claws digging into dirt and spirits skittering madly over buildings, limbs snapping erratically, the path of their movements understood only to themselves. They don't lash out at others, not yet— but there's a frantic energy to their movements which suggests something is wrong.
Good thing you're disguised as a spirit, isn't it? Although if you haven't gotten to that station yet, rotten luck. Maybe you better get to hiding, because right now it seems like the spirits aren't so keen on things that don't belong.•••
Ah, but after that initial panic, the foghorn abruptly goes quiet. The lighthouse beam shuts off, too. The thing with the green eyes vanishes, and most of the other forest spirits have already fled or are still stuck frozen in town, but it's now that the others attack. Apparently not all of the spirits were won over by the party's attempt at diplomacy.
The hostile spirits attack with abandon, and can't be reasoned with. The only way to stop them is to kill them or detain them, although you could just wait it out and hope they move on soon. In any case, how you deal with the spirits is up to you. Feel free to NPC them in your own threads if you'd like to fight them or attempt to interact with the frozen ones, though the fighting spirits will continue to fight until dispatched and the frozen spirits won't snap out of it no matter what you do.
As far as what the expedition teams are up to, that's up to them. All expedition teams including the team that's with Winters are able to make it back to town to witness the chaos. What happened out at the lighthouse, though? The Winters crew will be sure to let you all know... soon.
And if you'd like to go after the spirit with the green eyes? Well, go ahead, but do so at your own risk.
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Vanitas inhales deeply and opens his palms at his sides. He digs deep into the well of his own anguish, reaches into all the despair Sora has been pouring into him for weeks, and hoists it all up to the surface. Darkness pours out of him like a dam that's been broken, flooding out of him like he's bleeding all over the ground. It spreads out, curling around the ankles of anyone standing close by, reaching out yards in either direction— and out of the black rise his Unversed. They range in size: small, fast, large, airborne— when he's amassed around thirty or so, he stops. All of them vibrate and twitch on the spot, like they're itching to take off and are just waiting for the sign. ]
Don't worry if they're destroyed, I'll make more of them.
And whatever you do, don't go after that thing with the green eyes.
[ Vanitas doesn't need to have met it specifically to believe he knows what it is, what it represents. ]
It'll kill you.
no subject
That thing's secondary, anyway. Let's go find the lighthouse group. [he's got his guns in hands. it looks like he's aiming for distance, at least at first. he knows that's not going to last, especially if he goes ham with the bullets.
so he's going to have to make every shot count.]
We'll bring up the front-- watch us from the back.
[it's short, clipped and, they've got maybe one second to say anything to him before he rushes off, just like they planned.]
jumping in?
I'll stay centre. I can more easily get to you all in case of an emergency.
o7
The largest, tall and round, stays behind, keeping sentinel next to Elden, the most vulnerable of their group, as he brings up the rear.
Vanitas keeps Jason in the corner of his eye as he summons his keyblade and lunges for a spirit, tall and gangly with a sallow face. It reminds him of the ones that tore him apart, and maybe that's the chief reason he attacks it like an animal, cutting with the jagged edges of Voidgear to lop it's limbs from it's torso. ]