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logsinthenight2019-08-18 05:06 pm
inthenightmods) wrote in logsinthenight2019-08-18 05:06 pm
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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[ his mission's complete, but now it's an absolute shitshow, and after the first dead body, he really wanted to find his brother, make sure he was okay. more than anything else. he'd been a dick to, well, dick. but that didn't mean he wanted him to actually get hurt. not that he thought he would, but there was a paranoid fear wracking his brain that "just maybe." he wanted to pass it off as just another symptom of madness.
but whatever, he could let that drive him forward to start protecting others.
when he wants to draw attention to himself, he fires his gun, striking attacking spirits in the back, the shoulder, the leg. when he needs to take something down quickly, he pulls swords from seemingly no where, and they rend through spirit flesh with relative ease.
and then when a spirit knocks him in the head and he starts to fall, he redirects his movement to undercut the spirit, finishing with stabbing it in the shoulder, pinning it to the ground.
he didn't come here to play. ]
ii. time to burn it all away
[ later, once the dust has settled, he's seated at the bonfire. he's reading something, before coming to the end, and closing the notes in his hand. there's a sort of quietness, despite the sounds of the fire. and his shoulders are tense-- eyes vacant and distant. he pushes himself to stand up, awkwardly favoring one side over the other.
and then he tosses the notes into the bonfire, watching them burn. making sure there's no way to just save them or question him.
see you later, dick. ]
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Was that...uh....was that necessary?
[the patter of small paws on the dirt as Pikachu shuffles closer]
Seems like a waste.
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No. But I wanted to do it.
And it was mine now.
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[His ears prick upwards, flick, then prick up again]
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[he rolls his shoulder back, and then the other, loosening up. It’s a good thing his face is shadowed, he thinks. Because he won’t have to hide how not surprised he is by the accusation.]
You’re welcome to jump in and grab it.
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Er......I think I'm good.
[But you're going on the 'suspicious' list, buddy]