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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[He looks around. It doesn't...look too bad... But then, he's living in a library, and his home before that was an old, abandoned castle that he couldn't explore half of.]

I suppose. I'm not really sure I would bother finding another place, if I was working here, though. Especially since bad things tend to happen whenever someone bothers to go outside.

[Jill took the first potion in hand and nodded. She wanted to tell him to run if things turned bad, but she had a feeling he wouldn't do it, even if she said so. The thought actually makes her smile a little.]

Yeah. Stay here, and I'm gonna flank their other side.

[For a moment she pauses, looking at him, as though she wanted to say something more, but then she just nods.]

Be careful.

[Jill keeps to the shadows as she moves to the right, circling around the group of creatures that haven't noticed her yet. There's some cover behind some debris there, where she opens the potion and drinks it down. Hm, she doesn't feel different. Hopefully it's doing something useful. Guess she'll find out.

Loaded crossbow ready, she sets it over the top of the debris, aims, and fires a bolt into the head of one of the demons. A direct hit, and it goes down, at least for now. That sure gets the attention of the others, though, and three are turning and shuffling in Jill's direction, screeching at her.]

That who and his what-now?

[THIS IS NEWS TO SANS.]

Sato! Why am I the only one that knows this?! I really can't be the only one he hunts down!

[HE'S SO MAD... Why must he be the target of recreational attempted murder?]

Sato.

[Name sounds familiar. He thinks he might've met the guy on the network or somethin' like that, though he, uh, hadn't really gotten a murder-y vibe there. Then again, some people here are pretty good liars.]

He hunts you. [The question of why is lingering just beyond that statement.]

Ah, finally - the mage makes an appearance. This one has stronger magic than the body the demon chose to possess, but this body was its way in, because the person who inhabited it wanted more and was thus easier to persuade.

The demon has Mello's body draped across the living room couch when Near passes by - not entirely out of character for Mello, as he tends to sprawl more than sit. What is notable, however, is the almost cheerful way he speaks - which is unusual for Mello in general, but especially so when talking to Near.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he almost purrs, "it's nice of you to finally join us." There's a grin stretched across Mello's face, and that's another highly unusual thing to observe. No one would know that better than Near.

[Jack retreats an equal distance, and wonders if it'll be enough. If there's one thing worse than a demon, it would have to be someone the size of Sandor Clegane being possessed by one. But he speaks like the man Jack met before, and his head's still attached to his body, and that's good enough for Jack.]

But now I've found you and all is right with the world. You make me feel safe.

[He gives him a sugary sweet and fleeting smile. Jack sounds a lot like himself too.]

Honestly, you really are a sight for sore eyes. Your sword probably does more damage to them than my knife.

He stops short at the tone, even as he half-convinces himself that his sleep-clouded mind is affecting his perceptions. Mello never sounds that cheerful, at least not around him.

Still, half-convinced is only half and so he looks in Mello's direction for a more complete picture of the situation -- and his mind instantly wakes up. That smile is not normal, but more than that, the scar is missing, and that's a glaring discrepancy. This new alertness is visible in a slight widening of his eyes, a tension in his shoulders.

"That's awfully friendly of you." His voice is more than distant; it's cold, guarded.

Something is incredibly wrong here.

[ Well, that's reassurance enough for Sandor to drop his hand away from his pommel. He offers the kid a sarcastic smirk. ]

You're more fucked than you realize if you're looking to me to be your safety net.

[ Though, truth be told, the opposite is probably true. The more people Sandor saves here, the harder it's getting for him to pretend like he's still untamed and dangerous as any feral dog. ]

The sword kills them well enough, but from what I gather -- they can get in your head if you're not careful. Seen it with my own eyes. People acting even more like cunts than normal.

Well, it's sure a lot better than he could manage. He's impressed, especially by the flying - but then, with a suit like that, who knows what else she's capable of doing?

He opens the door when she knocks, slipping out through the opening.

"Thanks. I wasn't really expecting... um, demons. Or whatever. Are you all right?"

If you're able to forgive yourself for mass murder, then I would be surprised if you ever felt you needed redemption in the first place.

[He winces, watching Hakkai. This is dangerous - he should get out of here. Cabeswater will probably protect him if something happens, but that's no reason to put himself in danger.]

Are you looking for redemption from me? I'm not a good choice for that.

[She is right. He does have a lot. He shoots her a sour look at her following comment.]

I was not partying.

[As if the notion was a ridiculous one.]

Nah. I'd know if I was, right? [ Johnny waves it off, quietly relieved that Jack doesn't seem the worse for wear; that sense of humor is even intact. ] The horror movies were really vague on that one.

[ He leans forward so that Squeaker gets to inspect the thing in the bag, and he snorts, watching them both bump noses. ]

Wait, you're not serious about wanting to eat the little fella, right?

[ joking totally helps, bro. Johnny smiles at that because the guy's got quite the wit -- but that's not the only thing he's noticed. There's also the fact that the dude's not quite looking at him (is there something over his shoulder, or?) and it takes him a few moments for it to click in his brain. Sunglasses at night, help getting a cute little thing off and going off sounds to determine just what it is, and the not quite aligned with the whole introduction thing.

Aw, man.

He takes his hand and shakes. ]

Anytime, man. I'm Johnny Storm. Were you here when everything got freaky and there were hot undead nurses trying to kill you?

Oh no. These are just general questions. You answered just fine, Adam.

[There's a brief pause]

Mm...? Was I just saying something?

[He looks over at Adam and then to the dead thing then back to Adam as if trying to put two and two together.]

Are you all right Adam? I don't...quite understand what happened here...

[That's not good. That's not good at all]

"How dull," the desire demon pouts, before purring, "If you insist."

With a wave of its arm, it casts horror upon her.

Once he has his sword and shield in his grip, Henry throws himself at the demon with gritted teeth, his temper raging, a scorching heat beneath his skin as he swings his sword. But then the demon turns her head and catches his eye, and it wears Iamarl's visage, her expression twisted in betrayal, which echoes in her voice.

"Why?!"

It's pure instinct that makes his pull the blow before it hits, stricken, as though he cannot bear to harm Iamarl's image. It takes a second for his mind to catch up, to shake his head and clear the illusion before it can take full hold again, and that gives it an opening.

The desire demon casts a cone of cold. It doesn't manage to freeze him solid, but he feels the painful burst of frost in his bones, making his limbs sluggish.

Yes! He keeps changing his reasons why because he's a crazy person, but he's definitely trying to kill me whenever he sees me. I only deserved it once, and even then not really.

[that makes sense right]

[This is definitely news. Unpleasant news. Sans is still smiling, but he's less than pleased about this development.]

I think I'm gonna need some context here.

Because - like, how could anything with a demon ever work out? Otherwise it wouldn't be bad! [ She shifts, clearly uncomfortable, but not relinquishing Beth's hand. ] They warned us, didn't they? That was the first thing those people said, to... not trust them, not even talk to them!

[Warrick huffs, crossing his arms and sitting down so he can sulk more effectively.]

He tried to kill me because I was green. Then he tried to kill me because he was bored. Then he tried to kill me because I gave back his video game thing I stole! Which I did because he tried to kill me. Why can't I cut his arms off?!

You think of maybe lettin' the city guard know?

[The fact that there's someone just up and walkin' around ready to kill people is pretty concerning. And he's fairly sure there's some kind of a justice system in place thanks to the guard, albeit a pretty new and unprofessional one.]

What's the point? He's immortal. And if all you can do is cause him pain, then I want to do that myself. Besides, I'm wicked. How much are they really going to go out of their way to help me?

[Given his everything so far, he hasn't garnered much of a positive reputation. He's pretty convinced the clinic hates his at least, so why not these guard people, too?]

They'll promise whatever it takes to get you to give in. [ She can tell her's trying to be casual, trying to appear at ease, but the mask is transparent. Whatever is after him, it's trying desperately to dig it's claws into his head. She frowns, serious. ]

You can't give in. All they want is your body and once they have that, those promises don't matter anymore.

They kinda go outta their way to help everybody here. Pretty sure they had a guy answer for some recreational murder a little while back.

[Thus far Warrick hasn't seemed wicked so much as just - mildly out of touch with how emotional output typically works.

Reminds him of Chara, in a couple ways.]

[#doubts...]

Yes, well. Immortality point still stands. He doesn't have to rely on Hope.

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