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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[Fighting Demons] (before the 22nd)

[Kain is hanging out on top of Spire One, staring off into the distance when he notices something amiss. This is always a good vantage point to keep an eye on things, and he often comes here regularly while performing guard duty. He gasps on seeing that glowing green portal... thing... appear, with demons already starting to burst out of it. It reminds him far too much of the rift he dealt with in the gods' war, except instead of manikins, these are something else altogether.]

[Leaping downward, Kain lands on the ground and takes off at a run to join the fight.]

Watch out! Behind you!

[Kain shouts as he jumps into the ongoing battle, putting his lance straight through one of the fiery-looking demons, saving someone from getting hit by its flames. The demon is still going, though, and there are plenty more where that came from...]

[Joining Demons] (22nd)

[Somehow, he's gotten himself cornered. It's happened a few times, but Kain is experienced and strong enough to get out of most of these situations. Except this time. This time, a powerful Pride Demon has gotten the better of him. Kain groans as he strikes out at it desperately. But it's not the physical fight getting the better of him... it's the mental one.]

[The demon is inside his head, pushing him, using his own best strength against him and wearing him down. Tempting him. You could be so much stronger, so much more powerful, isn't that what you've always wanted? It doesn't take long until the demon gets the upper hand, a weary Kain relenting and giving in... letting the demon take hold.]

[Now, Kain will attack all allies he comes across without hesitation. If you're in his way, prepare for a fight! No one is safe.]

[Take down] (Closed to Shadow; 25th)

[Something of Kain is still in there, of course, but it's the Pride Demon calling all the shots now. He's driven to attack others, to fight and little else. With the demons' strength adding to his own, he's been a definite threat.]

[Looking for his next target, the demon-possessed dragoon sets his sights on someone else nearby. He may be a small target, but he seems to be a powerful one...]

[ The way the woman carries the furless creature shows just how much she must enjoy their company, tucked away safely in her arms. The pink animals are cute, like naked rabbits. ]

You know what these are? [ She must be from Cecily's world, then. ]

Open it!

[Miriam bounces up and down, laughing. She got him a friend!]

It won't bite you, I promise.

[Oh hey, it's that weird girl. Miriam brightens, leaning in close for a look at the loot.] 'sup, girl. Show me whatcha got.

[Miriam narrows her eyes.]

Weeeeellll. Can't do shit with the money, sorry. But I'll trade ya these thingies -- [She points to the legos] and one of those -- [the eridium] for that thing. And I'll throw in a good knife 'cause I'm nice like that.

[ The terrified pleas freeze Sharon in place as she moves through the city. She's been dealing with the demons as they come, and though it's not been many, the few she's encountered have left her ragged. She's not keen on another encounter, aware that the possibility of possession stands higher with her, but she can't leave someone out here when they're so clearly terrified.

Sharon moves into the alley, one palm out, the other resting on the hilt of the dagger strapped to her thigh. ]

Hey. [ Quiet, careful. Hesitant. The woman could be possessed, could be a trick, and she's not taking any risks. ]

Oh, you an organ grinder? [She hasn't seen one of those dudes for a long time. Always wandering out in the dead space looking for corpses. Who knows when you might need the parts indeed.] Sure, sure. I dig it. Whatcha in the mood for, trade-wise?

Of course there is madness. The gods think themselves kind but never submit themselves to boredom - oh no, each horror must be new and inventive, each more insidious than the last. And now they have demons falling from the sky and portals ripping open throughout Hadriel.

There's work to be done. Unfortunately, Maketh can't raise Henry on his phone and he hasn't appeared at the guard post.

She tracks his phone to the apartment they share and knocks on his door, though doesn't bother waiting for him to answer. There's no time, they have work that needs to be done. "Henry? What--?"

There's a moment where she can't quite believe what she's seeing.

Demon-y Goodness
The Demon is in a foul mood. Nothing new about that, but at least now he has an actual reason for it. He's currently kicking over potions just to see what they do. So far he hasn't found one full of bees, and he's not sure what the fuck they're doing other than making little poofs of smoke.

"Sure, I'm here for a fucking year and get nothing. Now we have fucking dimensional portals chock full of demons and people just fall all over themselves to get possessed." He picks a potion up and chucks it at a wall with all his strength. It briefly freezes into icy crystals and then melts. Well that's interesting.

"Why not? That sounds fun." He reaches out to touch the wall, sure does actually feel cold. "Fucking humans."

He pockets a few of the potions that match that one, ready to go beat the shit out of some demons for encroaching on his turf.

Fox Frenzy
"Stop fucking following me!" The Demon is being trailed by something small, beige and undeniably adorable. He kicks a rock at the fennec fox following him who is completely undeterred, making a tiny squeak and jumping for the Demon's feet, biting the hell out of his shoes.

He sighs and there's the distinct sense that if he could roll his eyes he would be. "Fine. You fucking killed my shoe. Good job. Now go away." Leaning down he detaches the fox from his shoelaces, his fingers getting all chewed up in the process and then tosses it a few feet away.

The tiny fox takes it as a challenge and growls leaping at the Demon's arm and trying to rip a huge chunk out of his skin. Holding his arm up so the fox is at eye level he shakes his head, "That's a bad idea."

Instead of blood his arm starts leaking a black tar-like substance and the fox lets go; coughing and choking and hacking to get the taste out of its mouth.

"Told you."

[Jill has been running around this city helping as many people as she can, as well. She's also killed or done away with as many demons as she could, which no doubt angered them. Guess she has herself to blame for living in her own nightmare now.

At the sound of the voice, Jill looks up and scoots back to the wall.]

Who are you? Don't come near me!

[The woman is clearly terrified. It's nothing personal.]

1. winning love by daylight

[ Demons. Actual demons. How great. A calm week of getting used to his new, cave life and now demons. Matt almost would have preferred dragons, if he had to choose here. Demons aren't really something a blind guy would have any business facing, much as the shrieking and wails of the creatures around them make Matt want to get out and fight, not avoid them like everyone has been suggesting. If you see him around the shops, he's either A: trying to mind his own business while rage demons low-key stalk him (maybe help a blind guy out, not that he's in any real danger but he could be) or B: found himself a nug, or perhaps more accurately, a nug has found him. It's currently doing a good job of chewing on his pant leg. ]

Hey, little guy, could you...? [ Is it squeaking? These things squeak? ] Stop. Just-- great.

[ He sighs. Matt is unfortunately no good with animals so you might want to lend a hand. He kind of looks like he might consider kicking it soon. ]

2. fighting evil by moonlight

[ Okay, yeah, screw appearing normal, monsters are attacking the city. Once "night" falls in the cave, Matt is out in his black pajamas getup, ready to help people in need. He might not have magic but Matt's abilities and anger will likely entice more than few demons his way. He's not exactly equipped to fight any of these monsters, but that's never stopped him before. His sense at least do a good job of telling him where to look for people in trouble, and which cries are more likely just desire demons trying to entice him with a fake victim to rescue.

Or, uh, do they? Because right now Matt just saved someone from what appeared to be a monster, but there's something... not quite right about them, either. But then again, what does he know? He's new.

"Thank you so much," the person says. Maybe there's something visually off about them. Matt wouldn't know, but his senses aren't usually wrong. Usually. ]

Go home. Get inside where it's safe.

[ Or maybe they'll stick around, who knows ]

3. never running from a real prompt

[ wildcard me with anything else let's plot

cantito ]

[11/15 - all you have is your fire]

Trevelyan was the first person she sought out, of course; she may not be the Inquisitor that Morrigan knew, but she bears the mark of the Fade all the same. It is difficult to say who is more surprised that the attempt to close the first rift went this wrong.

A part of her wonders if it could have worked for Inquisitor Cadash, but that seems a pointless thought. Her limited time here has already proven that this place follows few expected rules. Just getting back to the spire in which she has claimed a chamber looks as though it will be a trial: a shimmering tear has opened beside it and a handful of demons roam near. Three of them are fiery rage demons while the other two are terror demons. A dangerous battle for one person, she knows, but she notices movement in the corner of her eye and quickly turns to look.

"Prepared for a fight?"

[middle - eye of the storm]

There is one very small positive note about this. Twice now she has stumbled across potions lying on the ground and narrowly avoided walking over them. Crouching, she scoops up and examines the vials she was fortunate enough to find this time. One is pure blue and faintly glowing, lyrium that will be invaluable the next time she feels her mana diminishing in combat. Another is a health potion and the last is a bottle of swirling scarlet. Her ability to call flame to her fingertips whenever she wants means she has little use for Antivan Fire, but at a time like this someone will find it helpful and under the circumstances she feels willing to share.

Just as she tucks the potions into the pouch slung around her shoulders, she hears someone -- or something -- approach. Electricity crackles in one palm as she turns, ready to aim if necessary, but when no demon meets her gaze she very slowly lets it fade. She glances down at what the stranger holds. The face may be unfamiliar to her, but the dark bluish contents of the vaguely square-shaped bottle are not.

"'Tis a Rock Armor tonic," she offers after a moment. "Drink it and for a brief time physical threats will find it more difficult to harm you."

Don't make promises you can't keep.

[He cracks open the box. The moment a sliver of light appears, the creature within nudges against the top. In bad news, Carlisle drops the box; however, he does catch the aforementioned creature as it leaps into his arms.

If the way he looks down at it is any indication, he was thinking of dropping it, too. He decides against it, as it is small and pink and... does, admittedly, look relatively harmless. Perhaps Miriam wasn't exaggerating.]

It's a... rabbit?

[He's really not sure.]

[There is little surprise for Morrigan in finding Trevelyan attempting to battle her way to another rift, but the pair of despair demons currently troubling her would challenge even the quickest and most experienced of archers.

To say nothing of the anguished aura surrounding them. She feels it keenly.]

I have your back!

[Quickly, she casts barriers on them, temporary protection from the bitter spikes of ice aimed their way. A moment later a fireball flies past Cecily, safely to her left, and catches one demon in the chest. Its shriek could chill one's blood.]

( she doesn't need to be told when the thing doesn't go down after another arrow. it'll be therapeutic, a bit of flinging knives into targets. something that will exhaust her body, that doesn't need anything more than old instincts. )

Your world? ( just guessing, as she tosses a knife towards the same area Leliana had aimed her arrow. ) Why're they here?

( she asks that more to the air than for an answer. what the fuck made this place decide to spit out Demons? )

"What are you?" Not the most polite thing to ask a stranger, but Ryou couldn't help himself. He'd been minding his own business, desperately trying to find his way home with his own tiny fox curled up in his jacket, ignoring the way it kept alternating between chewing on his shirt collar and chewing on any fingers that risked getting too close to its little mouth, when he overheard someone speaking to themselves and let his curiosity get the best of him.

Only this certainly wasn't what he'd expected to find when he peeked around a corner to make sure it was safe to come out. Most people wouldn't consider an unknown, obviously hostile creature safe by any stretch of the word. But, to be fair, whatever this person was, they hadn't hurt the small animal yet, so that meant they couldn't be all bad, right?

[ He doesn't flinch when she grabs him by the arms?! Will looked at her hands, baffled by his own reaction, or well, his lack of reaction even. Shaking it off as he listened to her request. Will nodded and turned back around. ]

It's over this way. There didn't seem to be many people around, though, so hopefully no one's been hurt already.

[ He leads the way. Ducking and pressing his back against the wall at the corner, checking the coast was clear before he ushered Jill to follow.

You couldn't miss it. It was like a huge tear in the sky of the cave, greenish, yellow tinted lightening flickering from it from time to time. And there they were those wretched, warped and twisted creatures. They pained Will to look at them, it was as if they called to him and it was all too loudly. ]

[ Will was worried. He'd never seen Jill look as scared as this before. Heck, she'd come to save him from that horrid part of the City, shrouded in mist, ash, and fog. Yet here she was, as terrified as Will had been on that very day. What had shaken her up so bad? Was it one of the demons?

He kept his hands where they were, even when she shot backward. Almost falling forwards from the sudden space between them. Will got down on his knees and crawl-walked closer to her. Sitting his back up against the wall beside her, after pulling his coat from his shoulders and draping it over Jill's. He moved her hair so it wasn't stuck and set an arm around her shoulder in comfort.

Not saying a word, only listening until she'd said all she had to say. Will sighed, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and looked up at the skyline from between the alleys walla. ]

You're okay now. And you look fine, really.

[ He'd some experience in comforting traumatized people, well, at least two came to mind. He never thought he'd end up having to do it for Jill too... It was hard to see her, strong and gutsy, almost broken and scared like a child. ]

[Were she of sound mind, Jill would be pretty surprised at how Will was handling her behavior. Touching her? Comforting her? Putting an arm around her? Was this the same man who couldn't look her in the eyes?

When his coat settles onto her shoulders, the trembling subsides a little. The weight of it is a comfort. The warmth. The scent of him. She leaned toward him a little, feeling safer already.]

But I'm not okay. I'm not. [She turns her face to look at him, close to his own, her eyes searching his. There's that eye-contact again.]

My apartment. He was there. I saw him. I'm not... I'm not going to... I can't, I can't...

[The words break down and she dips her head, resting her forehead against his shoulder as if to hide from the world again.]

I don't want to hurt people. I don't want to, but he makes me.

[ Yes, it was definitely Will, touching, comforting and looking her in the eyes. Strange yes, but very much him. He was capable of it, he just tried his hardest to avoid it. Think was, once he started to look, to touch and feel, Will couldn;t turn off that part of his brain that wanted to analyze. For times like this, it was perfect.

He took note of her body language, her eyes looked wide and traumatized, there had been tears there that stung and burnt the whites a little around the tear ducts. Lashes heavy and damp, he could even see the pulse in her neck throbbing away under the skin, Lubb-dubb, lubb-dubb. As fast as it raced.

As Jill moved in, Will settled closer, letting her use him as a rock, something to anchor her in the here and now. When her face turned to bury into his shoulder, Will pressed his chin against the side of her head and hugged her tight. The slight stubble of his face near her cheek and ear as he sighed softly. Eyes closed, wrapping his arms around her in a warming embrace. ]

Then we stay here. Just us two. I won't let him make you do anything. You're not going to. I'll see to it.

[ His empathy was on high alert, feeling such horrible and tragic emotions oozing from her into him, like some sickly, osmosis. Will was angry, angry that someone would think to use Jill to hurt others. He'd not quite pieced it together yet, but he could feel the victims guilt as clear as anything from her. Poor, poor Jill. ]

Oh great, someone else is there. He pokes the retching fox with the toe of his boot hoping it'll run away.

"I suppose saying I'm a demon is the wrong answer considering everything that's happening." Unfortunately he also doesn't have a name so he doesn't even have a backup plan for who or what he is. "The fuck is this thing? And why won't it go away?"

In fact it's time to murder his shoe again.

[Guess he was used to her being an intrusion into her personal space. Jill didn't mean to make him uncomfortable; she just responds naturally. Given the dire situation, she doesn't notice his lack of response to the grab.

She follows after him, hoping he's right that no one's been hurt. Will was brave to be out here looking for people to help. And with nothing more than a pipe. She admires his grit.

When they come upon the tear, she slows, a little shocked by the size of it. Jill took cover in one of the old storefronts and waved Will in to join her. Hopefully the tears will be closed up soon.]

There's more than I thought.

[This could be tricky. If she attacks one, they'll no doubt swarm her and overtake her.]

To his credit, Ryou doesn't seem all that bothered by the demon admission. If anything, he's that much more curious and takes his chances with moving closer. "If you're not as hostile as the ones attacking the city, I don't see a problem with you simply being another kind of demon."

Whatever seriousness the conversation may hold is absolutely ruined at Ryou's inability to keep a straight face with a tiny creature hellbent on getting attention. "They're foxes, fennec foxes, I believe. They're normally considered wild animals and fear interacting with humans, but these ones seem far more playful than wild. I'm keeping the one I found, poor thing's hurt and can't walk on its own." Said fox who shows his gratitude by tearing a hole in the whote button down Ryou has basically given up on. Between blood stains, singe marks and now timy holes, he will mourn the loss of his school uniform.

"That one seems to like you."

Edited 2016-11-17 01:08 (UTC)

[ Given the right kind of situation, Will was actually perfectly fine with physical contact and invasion of personal space. It was one of the many conflicting reasons behind why he'd never actually let a doctor test him for autism. He claimed to be on the spectrum, but it was never confirmed. It was just easier for Will this way, no one questioned him or expected of him.

Some people wouldn't say the Will had grit, more that he was irresponsible and could end up putting other people in harm's way, what with running around with nothing more than that pipe of his. Really now, what good would he be against a murder of demons? ]

What we need, is a distraction.

[Elmer quickly and quietly snuck into the shop, hoping not to catch the eyes of any demons, but he's not surprised to find that there's someone else in there. He greets Sans with his usual bright smile.]

Ahoy there. Safe and sound I see, and you've seemed to have made a friend in the process. Where'd he come from?

[Elmer walks up to see if he can give the little fox a pat on the head.]

[Oh hey, it's the guy who smiles almost as much as Sans does. Looks cheery as ever, Sans can see. The fox makes what appears to be a reasonably contented sound, leaning into the human's touch delightedly.

Probably better than gettin' pet by a guy who's all bones. Who knew?]

Your guess is as good as mine, pal. Though I'd say he probably came in along with everything else.

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