Event Log: Fear Itself, Mk II

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Fear Itself Mk II event
Where: All over the city
When: May 19th-26th
Warnings: None

It starts with a sense of dread- something that boils deep in your gut that doesn't quite have a place. For the first few days, you can probably just chalk it up to paranoia and doubt, but it's clear that something is building and ramping up, but you're not quite sure what... or maybe if you've been in this city for long enough, the sensation is just familiar enough that it jogs your memory...

It doesn't matter though because it can't be stopped. It only takes a few days before it comes to a head and you begin to see your worst fears- a person, an event, a monster... the thing you fear most materializes seemingly out of thin air to terrorize you. It's not harmless either, whatever it is can hurt you, even if nobody else can see it or interact with it.

Of course, that doesn't last for long either- soon enough, people around you can see your fear and you can see theirs. Is that better or worse? Maybe both, because your fears will begin to combine after a time into some fucked-up supermonster that will try to hurt or kill you both.

We hope you're ready.

► This log covers May 19th-26th.
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Comments

against an army

[braveoff]

Drake has checked in on Klaus a few times since this shit started -- his friend's been getting progressively jumpier, struggling with the increased ghost presence which is completely understandable. He's worried, but there's not much he can actually do besides keep Klaus company after his patrols, try to convince him to focus on something else for awhile. To eat, to try and sleep, all the basics that the other man seems to be forgetting more and more as things progress. Today's been the worst yet, though. Drake's patrol has been full of people getting attacked by their hallucinations, and most of the time he can see them to help but sometimes he can't and just has to hustle them away for some breathing room. It's been a long day of fighting and scrambling and he's sore and tired but not done yet. About another hour on this double shift before he can check in on all his people and try to get some rest himself, hopefully uninterrupted by his own fears attacking.

The scream he hears now is loud and desperate, so despite his exhaustion Drake breaks into a run in that direction, rushing to help. He doesn't actually except for it to be Klaus, suspended in the air clutching at something around his throat that Drake can't see. Shit. Shit, he can't see these. It's got to be the Host ghosts again, but now they're actually making contact, and Drake can't fucking see them to fight. This is going to be dicey. He's almost to Klaus when the other man's fist makes contact with something and it drops him to the ground, choking.

It's a long shot but Drake draws his axe and takes a blind swing at the spot where Klaus just hit something, and his blade sinks in there deep enough he has to rip it free. He knows it's better if he fights them -- it buys more time before the things come back, but odds are they're going to have to just bolt. He stands there with his weapon raised at the ready, unsure where to strike next.

"Where are they, Klaus? Can you get up?"

[substances]

At first, Klaus is too preoccupied with struggling to catch his breath, with running fingers against his throat - it's going to bruise, he's choking on air, his head is spinning - to pay attention to what happened. He'd kicked the Host hard enough to get it to let go, at least, and his body, used to trying to flee or move on instinct while his mind is a little gone, tries to scramble up the wall, to get his legs and feet under him so he can run.

Then it registers that it was Drake who stepped in, wielding an axe, swinging it at the Host that only Klaus can see, and cracking half its giant nautilus shell. The thing gurgles, blood spatters everywhere, and Klaus flinches, bare shoulders scraping against the brick wall behind him. It becomes more obvious the longer he goes that Drake can't actually see what he's attacking, because the Host is flailing blindly, inches away from Drake, and Drake is just looking back and forth, trying to figure out where to swing.

Klaus slides up the wall, coughs a few times, his voice thick from being choked, and gestures expansively, "Two o'clock, three inches from you. Nine o'clock, eleven o'clock, one o'clock, all approaching fast. We should just. We should get out of here."

They're surrounded, though, and Klaus flattens himself against the wall, panic crawling up his chest to his throat, heart hammering fast and light like a bird is fluttering in his chest, and he reaches out, putting a hand on Drake's shoulder.

"Be careful. They're angry, they want me."