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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I wasn't all that worried about that. Even if apparently some people think the appropriate response to "I'm only non-human now because of a technicality" is "but you're green".

[holds grudge against small child forever]

It's the fact that people only see me for my anger and threats, even when I try to make things better. And he's an old man that smiles and play video games, when he's not attacking me.

["But you're green," "but you're made of bones," "but you're functionally immortal" - pffft. Same difference, right? Maketh made it pretty clear at the outset that pretty much everybody in the city was worth protecting in some form or another.]

I take it negotiation is off the table.

[But Warrick was actually human!!! Once.]

With him?! No!

[Sharon's words seem to calm Jill down. There's something about the genuine quality of her voice. The sincere look in Sharon's eyes that reaches Jill through the fog of fear her mind is wrapped in.]

Can you?

[Part of her says that such a thing is impossible. No one can help her. But, she just feels like this woman can be trusted. That Sharon's been through enough to know what she can and can't do.].

How?

Pure nightmare fuel!

[ Oh, definitely warmer than usual! Someone with a high fever, but all vital signs reveal someone who's genuinely at ease. He pauses a moment, trying to figure out the polite way to navigate this until he decides that his rarely-utilised filter should probably stay that way: rarely used.

Thankfully for Johnny, this particular decision is tampered by the genuine instinct to look out for him (because look, he's a blind guy in a city crawling with demons, he can't leave him alone). ]

Hey, wanna come along with me, Matt? Don't want you accidentally bumping into one of those things.

[ Look, Jack -- art imitates like and vice versa. Maybe Johnny will drag him out for a movie one day, when they finally have that kind of thing around. ] Dude!

[ Johnny looks horrified, before he unzips the pack and fishes the thing out, only to make a face when he sees it, holding it up with both hands to inspect it carefully. No, he really doesn't believe that Jack would kill it and eat it; Johnny's discovered that a lot of the time, Jack doesn't entirely mean what he says.

Now is maybe one of those times. Maybe; Johnny can never be too sure, but he's happy Jack's enduring this latest unfolding of events with his sense of humor still largely intact. ]

You weren't kidding. Why is it all naked and weird?

[Dammit. Now he'd keep seeing Johnny's expression if he did take a knife to the thing. There is a chance that Jack was looking for an excuse not do it, and that he knew he could count on Johnny to conveniently offer one with his inherent goodness. When Johnny describes it as naked and weird, something protective does creep into his voice.]

Stop insulting him. You don't think you look weird when you're naked? [Jack smirks, an eyebrow jumping like he's daring him to prove it.] I don't suppose you'd be willing to sacrifice "Squeaker" here to make him a fur coat?

[It's a dark sense of humor. Squeaker owes him a nip for that one.]

[ And Squeaker does nip him for that one, having slipped from Johnny's shoulder to land on Jack's reproachfully, nipping at an earlobe before observing the new animal at a distance. Johnny smiles when he senses that protectiveness -- their banter back and forth is Johnny's new normal, you see, and he's amused when he sees the gentle side of Jack slip past those defenses from time to time.

Jack doesn't let anyone in, Johnny's learned -- but he likes to think that he's making some sort of headway, snark and all. Gently rubbing the rounded belly, he gives it a fond little cuddle after, giving Jack a toothy grin. Challenge accepted. He pulls his shirt up with his free hand, giving Jack a good look at the pectorals and the abs. It's his masterpiece, okay. ]

Still think I'm gonna look weird when I'm naked? [ A part of him likes showing off to Jack, especially this -- he wants that approval, that acknowledgement. ]

More or less. [ Like Leliana, Cecily is sending out arrows to dispatch the demons that are left in this area... albeit more slowly. She is clearly winded by the exertion, though not nearly as much as she will be in the future. ]

Have you seen Dorian and Cole? [ She asks, frowning slightly. She assumes they're safe, fighting demons, most likely, but not having them at her side is... uncomfortable, in times like these. ]

I won't, then. [ She replies lightly, bow still in her hands. ] Nevertheless, we should get moving.

[ On to the next one, drawn forward by the pulse of her hand. ]

... I don't know how this happened. [ Cecily admits finally, sighing. ] I found one, and... when I tried to close it, it exploded into all these others. I've never seen anything like it.

The attack slams into her skull, a blast of Force energy or something that feels exactly like a Force attack. Maketh staggers to her knees with a curse, clutching at her face. She can't see. Can't breathe. The air is thin and cold. Too many things are flying at her, she can't possibly--

No. Focus. Get up, soldier. Get up!

Maketh bares her teeth in a grimance and slashes hard at the demon's legs. If she can hamstring it, perhaps--

"Henry, kill it now!"

True. But this is still Richie's store. It's not mine. [Not entirely. Or at least not yet. Miriam needs to have something that belongs entirely to her - at least a small piece.]

[Miriam gives him a curious look.] Then what? Why drink that much if it's not fun?

[Miriam laughs.]

You're a smart one, mister. I like you. And that's right. You gotta wear him down a bit first.

Superhuman. [ welp ] ... All right, that would be - Yes, if you don't mind.

[ Hell, she can use all the help she can get. ]

Thank you. [ She replies with a sideways grin. ]

[ Matt will have plenty of time to freak out about spooky scary skeletons on his own time, when he is safe at home and not... in a temple, fleeing from demons, probably. ]

I guess that's about what you can expect much from gods with a lower-case "g."

[ He shrugs. Who's Catholic? Matt's Catholic. ]

[ Matt laughs. Some feverish guy walks up to you in a cave and offers to help? That's funny. But then Matt is of course a Normal Blind Man, so even if the implication is edging on rude af he'd be a fool to turn the help down. ]

I usually don't have too much trouble with that. [ He goes ahead and "accidentally" whaps Johnny in the leg with his white cane. Oops. What an accidental accident! ] But traveling in pairs seems like a good idea. I was just on my way home, anyway.

I find the demon that's fucking with you, and I kill it. [ Dorian did mention they were capable of influencing a person without forcing physical change, or possession. If that is what's happening with the older woman before her, then this might be the only way she can help—that, or removing the woman from the demon's vicinity.

She kneels before Jill, movement slow, steady, and cautious. ]

But first, let's get you out of the area. A shitty alley isn't any place to hide, or feel better.

Have y'tried?

[Look. Diplomacy has its place. Given the way Warrick...is...he wouldn't be surprised if the guy never bothered.]

[Heh. That's probably the first time someone's commented on something like that. He almost has to wonder if he can hear the way Sans speaks in all lower-case, the way his font is...

Nah. That'd be a little too weird, right?]

Not much of a believer?

I gave back his dumb video game! What do you want from me?!

[warrick did nothing wrong]

Hmn. I don't know who Richie is,

[Which isn't surprising, but to Warrick it means that clearly Barnaby owns the place.]

Hey, I'm just sayin'. You'd be surprised at how many potentially lethal situations can be defused with some good food and bad laughs.

[You can trust him on this one, all right?]

⟨ game over; restart? | open ⟩
( you think you've seen quite enough shit for one lifetime, for the short eighteen years you've been alive. think there's been enough trauma with the shit you pulled, never mind the psycho on the mountain or the myriad of things you've seen since getting here (zombies, dragons, your friends who you just left months older and jaded, having seen even more of this place's insanity).

then your girlfriend becomes a demon and kills you.

yeah. if Matt thought his life had reached peak fucked-up-ness... he was sorely mistaken.

he wakes up in Hope's temple, gasping and terrified, stumbles out alone, wandering through the streets with nerves on edge. rubble falling is enough to make him jump; the sight of odd, shambling monsters makes him run.

he winds up finding a store to hide out in, busying himself in the aisles and trying to catch his breath. )

⟨ when you don't talk | closed to emily ⟩
( she doesn't come back with him. he doesn't even know she's dead until after he's back, and the days that pass between then and this is enough to give him nothing else to think about.

just that - as far as he knows - she made a deal with a demon, after everything they'd heard on the network about them. she made that deal and he died for it.

when they meet, he has nothing planned, just the grim bile that lies heavy in his gut.

she did this. )

What the hell, Emily?

Because it gives me some small respite from the vexation of my own thoughts.

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