hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fadeout

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Event Log: Fadeout

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!

The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.

By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.

Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.

Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.

So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.

► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!

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Maketh narrows her eyes. This whole thing feels like a dream but somehow worse, edges bleeding into each other. Henry doesn't see her. He looked right at her, right in her eyes, and did not recognize her. Fear has done something to him. "Henry! Brother, you will look at me!"

[Sato laughs.] No, he wouldn't, would he. Let him know I dropped by and give him my regards.

[Finally he picks out a few pots and knick-knacks, setting them on the counter.] How about these? I think that seems like a more than fair trade.

Maybe Delight could give me everything else.

[he shrugs but he's prepared to play this game do not worry]

[Carlisle frowns, but then mimics Miriam and gives the little guy in his arms a scratch behind the ears. The creature responds enthusiastically, pressing against his hand for more. It's a surprising reaction, if the way Carlisle's brow rises and a nervous smile tugs at his mouth are indications.]

He does, doesn't he?

[He steps aside, making room for Miriam and Barnaby to come into the house. He might not have the smell of alcohol on him today, but there are plenty of bottles of wine and spirits sitting in plain sight. He should probably clean those up.]

That makes Henry turn, instinctively speaking.

"Maketh?"

Their surroundings blur for a moment in a disorientating lurch, before snapping back into focus. He doesn't know what that means or why there is a knot in his gut, a sharp edge of wrongness.

You do know, something inside him tells him. It rings of truth.

But he is drawn back into the moment when he sense Iamarl vanish in a familiar move -- shadow walking -- he makes a noise in his throat and heads straight for 'Alys', grabbing her arm in an iron grip while leaning past her side and reaching his free arm behind her.

He knocks back Iamarl's strike and grabs onto Iamarl's forearm too as Iamarl reappears. For a split second it feels uncomfortably hot in his grip.

"Wait," he demands harshly, eyes wild. He has absolutely no idea what is going on anymore.

"The Prince...!" Iamarl cries, a desperate plea in her violet eyes that takes him back to Troyes, "She is an assassin looking to pass for one of your attendants!"

Henry sucks in a sharp breath.

[ Johnny's never been one to believe in demons -- aliens, sure; but demons are another kettle of fish altogether, you know? But if there's anything this place has taught them, it's that they damn sure exist, and they sure as hell are nasty. Johnny's busy skirting Pride demons -- and just about all the others because they're ugly as hell (pun intended) and he's really not all about that.

But then he bumps into one of the friends he's made here, a pretty unforgettable one he likes to think he's at least bonded with a little. Jack's a sight for sore eyes anytime, right? His quirks aside, Johnny's come to like him and appreciate that knife-sharp sense of humor. ]

Hey. Got room for another on your adventure? [ A fennec fox is perched steadily on Johnny's shoulder, the latter obviously having decided to adopt it. ]

This shouldn't be happening. It's not a dream, not like the time Fear put her in a nightmare and watched things unfold piece by piece. This is different, worse somehow because she can see the truth of it around the edges where things aren't quite right. She goes rigid in Henry's grip but forces herself not to retaliate. He's too strong. It's been proven. But more than that she needs him to see.

Something is very wrong here.

"Henry," Maketh says, as calmly as she can. There is no time for fear. "I am your sister. This isn't real. It's a trick. We're in Hadriel and the gods are playing a game."

[ fireballs? that's new.

she's briefly, horrifically, reminded of flamethrowers on mandalore- as many warriors against her as with her, a teenager playing at general while the galaxy crashes down around her, an order for her own men to shoot her on sight. it isn't something ahsoka's thought about in a long time, but the despair demon seems to latch onto to thought, if only for a second.

it's a liar. right, she has to fight this, has to help the stranger with the fire in her hands. she rotates the grip she has on her mainhand lightsaber, twirling it at her side before she brings it up, holding it parallel to the ground at chest height. her expression still doesn't seem entirely battle ready, but she gives faith a nod, anyway. ]

Right. Following your lead.

[ for all she can usually lead herself, for all she prefers that, guidance right now would be good. ]

[ well. this area turned out to be not as safe as she was hoping for. all of ahsoka's internal alarms start blaring danger all at once and when her fennec companion leaps from her arms, she lets him, needing her hands free to protect them both, anyway. sure, she could fight one handed if she had to (and she has had to before) but this makes swifter work of the demons, harder to take down alone than she expected when they first appeared.

but the fennec yelps when hux kicks him away and ahsoka uses the momentum from drawing and igniting her lightsabers to turn her head to investigate, wondering if they've gotten themselves trapped by two demons only to find-

are you kriffing kidding her?

the neo-imperialist isn't a distraction she needs right now and she can't help the growl of frustration she lets out as she turns back to the demon in time to deflect the pointed spear of ice it's been aiming at her with a flick of her shoto. a second demon sneaking up behind her might be preferable in this case. ]

Unless you've actually got a single competent bone in that body, you'd better start running.

[ she knows where he's aiming. she knows that she can deflect if he is stupid enough to shoot, too. but she'd really rather not deal with him right now, not with the demon bearing down on her. ]

I don't run.

[He knew that if he shot anywhere near her head or torso she would be able to deflect it easily enough. He had seen enough how Kylo Ren fought and Jedi on old holos from the Republic era had fought to get an idea of their skills. But he had also seen how Jedi could be taken down as well. It was possible.

He didn't have the advantage of having multiple soldiers with him so he would have to be smart. As it stood, he had no doubt that she would have the advantage even if he had more experience with a blaster.]

And if I have anything to say about it, neither will you.

[He lowered the blaster to fire several shots aimed right at her knee and foot. He would do what he had to create advantage for himself even if it was bit by bit.]

Well, I don't do either of those things, so I'd say it's shaped quite a bit for me or anyone else who got their paws on it.

[The last thing this place needed was immortal demons.]

A man warned me they tend to show up in your dreams too, so be careful about that.

[All right, fair enough. Wouldn't want somethin' like an unkillable demon on your hands, right? Yeah, that'd be a real shame. Not that he'd know anything about havin' to deal with that or anything.]

They capable of anything real dangerous in your dreams, or is it just for atmosphere?

[ the force is with her.

the demon is whispering to her, reminding her of her failings, of people she's been unable to save, all the ways she's failed over decades of fighting. these demons always seem to do that, when she fights and when she breaks to rest. but the force is still with her and if she falls into relying on it, at least her body knows where to move, even as being mindful on the present gets harder and harder.

her feet lead her out of the way of hux's first few shots, repositioning to ward off another of the demon's elemental attacks. but she can only do so much at once, with her mind like this and the last of hux's volley of shots skims along the outside of her knee. she lets out a gasp, more surprised than in pain (although there's still some of that too) as she stumbles to one side, barely managing to stay upright. not good. she shakes her head, trying to ignore the pain as she darts forward, around the demon to put it between her and the officer she's come so quickly to despise. its attention may still be on her, reminding her of force sensitive children with uncertain futures and red lightsabers too close to her allies and losing echo and master piell at the citadel.

that's the memory she latches onto, reminded of it to make her mourn but using it to focus her feelings. if she's going to be angry, she might as well be productive about it and every bad feeling she'd had upon meeting tarkin in the citadel. this man had spoken of tarkin, reminded her of him. and she is not letting him or this demon win. ]

Oops! Looks like you've got an obstacle now.

[ and a little more distance between them. he's clearly no marksman. that'll be her next taunt. while she's over here, though, she's busy with the demon, deflecting its attacks while she figures out how to balance on her freshly injured leg, then darting towards it to slice off one outstretched arm. ]

[Hux watched the demon carefully. He didn't hear many of the whisperings except a few stray ones but he was focused on Ahsoka. He smirked when he heard the gasp, that was enough to tell him what he needed to know.

He remembered the last time he had had to fire the blaster, the Resistance operative had been on his knees between two Stormtroopers begging for his life. Of course, he didn't miss at that time but now Ahsoka was moving around and the demon was in his line of sight. He knew he wasn't going to get another hit on her easily ]

Apparently.

[The blood from the bite on his hand was making it difficult for him to keep a firm tight on the blaster. He figured he didn't need a direct hit, while the demon was focused on her he could at least make things difficult for her in return.

He wasn't aiming anywhere in particular, just in her general direction, as he fired a few more shots. If she was focused on the demon, now she would have to also divide her attention to avoid the blaster shots. Might give the demon the opportunity it needed.]

[Good, she's back, or close to it. Faith has no problem leading, is used to leading. She falls into that mindset right away, her boundless optimism fading into the background, channeled into the power that makes her eyes glow.]

All right. [She grips the fire tighter, nodding.] On we go!

[She flings the fireball at the demon, then leaps into the air, embers dripping from her fingertips. (She's showing off, absolutely, because a little flair adds to the fun.]

Oh.

[ yeah nbd just teleportation that's no big, Matt has a great poker face. ]

I guess each of them has a place in here, huh?

[ Just having a normal conversation with a skeleton, this is totally normal and Fine. ]

foxy little thing

[ That took all of two weeks. Less, actually - since she'd gotten here and was now getting a front row to what supposedly went on in the city. All sorts of trouble, in this case there are these weird... tears of green that spit out all kinds of shit looking things.

This is not normal. Piper has seen some shit but this is taking the cake, is that the phrase? Who cares! This is awful.

And they're everywhere.

Maybe they aren't all bad, like the little fluffy thing that looks like an animal who's name she saw in a prewar book but can't remember - but it's a little annoying how it takes to following her around the city and occasionally biting at her jacket.

And it won't. Leave. ]

Take a hint will you? Shoo!

[ A lot of good that will do. ]

demons suck

[ Piper is hunkering down, trying to stay out of the way because she really has no idea how to even deal with anything like this when one of the green flashes literally appears right near her. There isn't really a way to get past the thing that falls out of it, and she only has so much ammo for her pistol. But if she can hurt them, though - that'd be enough to get away. Right?

What she doesn't expect are the words it says to her. It's bargaining with her, and it's... tempting, to say the least. Piper's finger tightens on the trigger, but she hesitates. ]

You... no. You're gonna need to do better than that.

[ But she still feels frozen to the spot. A little bit of help would be nice, actually. ]

The resurrected gods? Yeah. Guess the whole belief thing comes with a One Free Temple Renovation ticket. Who'da thunk, right?

[To Matt's credit, the way he's just up and rolling with this bodes very well for future encounters with Sans down the road. He's probably the first guy to not kick up a fuss about this in some way or another.]

Henry hears her, and at last sees her.

The truth is a knife to the gut, sudden and shocking, and the shameful part is that even as it connects and sinks deep into his flesh, there is still a part of him tempted.

There is still a part of him that wants to give into the falsehood.

Henry doesn't, because the dishonour would leave him wretched. But there is an agony in watching the illusion run off like mud cleansed by water, in seeing Iamarl's visage melt away, knowing that his mind cannot conjure such clear, vivid imagery. All memories fade. All dreams are insubstantial.

How close he came to damning himself.

He staggers back as though he is wounded, releasing his grip on both Maketh and the desire demon. To think that his mind and heart were violated, their longings exposed and used as weapon against him--

Without Maketh--

Faced with reality again, and upon seeing its true form, he immediately looks for his sword and shield, too horrified and ashamed and angry for words.

The demon, meanwhile, gives Maketh a look of annoyance.

“Why did you interfere?”

Yet it then runs its hands sensually down its chest and its full mouth curls into an inviting smile, in an apparent change of heart.

“Oh, but you ache. Let's not be savages. I can fulfil your deepest desires.”

There's a flash of something in her mind, a promise, (a trick), like the Force but somehow different at the same time. This...thing is in her mind. Maketh can feel it at the edges, like the dream itself. Worming its way in, finding all the little nooks and secret places she's buried, or at least trying to. Only a little, though. She has a feeling Henry is still the target.

It's going to try again.

She draws her sword, shifting into a warning stance. There is only one objective now: protect Henry. Edward was here for a moment, not so long ago, and the pain of Iamarl's death not yet healed. He knew peace for a moment, at Edward's side and then in this dream-thing. It might have been false but it would have felt real. It would have felt like going home. Maketh knows very well what it feels like to want something - someone - so badly she thought she would die from the loss of them. The horrible pain of enduring it. Henry had felt at peace with Edward and Iamarl. Completed in all ways. And now this thing found a way inside his mind and twisted that memory.

She'll make it hurt for that.

Protect him. Kill that thing, soldier. Do your duty.

"You'll pay for that," Maketh promises, softly.

[Miriam skips over a bottle, humming to herself. The smell isn't unusual. Maybe a bit surprising. But probably not, considering everything. It's gotten fucked up again. People do what they have to.] Can I have this?

[She toes one of the empty bottles. It's blue and shaped a bit like a pine cone.]

It's pretty.

Probably. [Miriam leans in close.] Unless you want somebody cute. Don't think she gets that interesting. But I know everybody.

Sure, sure. You two friends?

[Not that Richie seems to have friends. But apparently this dude knows him. Interesting.

Miriam leans in close for a better look.]

I say that makes us square, mister.

[he laughs, amused that she's still trying on this. she's so great]

Yeah? Who should I pay attention to?

Well that just depends, don't it?

[Look how helpful and cute she is.]

Pick your poison, buddy. 'cause there's eye candy and then there's a whole lot of crazy. Gotta tread carefully, yeah?

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