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
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► 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 guess that's one nice thing out of the whole ordeal, eh? It's getting pretty bad out there. I hadn't realized I was practically out of supplies, otherwise I would have stayed inside.

[Speaking of, time to stock up. He'll grab whatever is left and start stuffing his backpack.]

Thought I might do deliveries too. Not everyone has my luck of being immortal, so maybe I can speak some cheer by handing out some snacks. What's your plan in all of this?

Eat. Sleep. Same as always.

[The fox chitters, and Sans shoots it his best approximation of a wry look which is, admittedly, not very wry at all, and mostly just looks amused. He addresses it breezily:]

Oh, what. Don't tell me you wouldn't swing for that too, pal. You haven't jumped down once since you found me.

[Apparently it's taken a liking to his jacket. He turns his attention back to Elmer.]

Real nice of ya, though. Takin' care of everyone else.

[Roof, huh? Warrick likes being on the roof. He's boredly watching the chaos, drumming his fingers against his cheek, and mulling over some pros and cons. He's pretty sure demonic deals and possessions would make the point of a heart moot, so... That deal's pretty dumb. He's already doing dumb things for a heart-like thing, anyway. Needless to say, Sans provides a welcome distraction.]

Oh! You've got a jar of bees!

[Exciting!!!]

That's the same as the one I wanted to use on Hope's temple! [Ah, good times. Remember those?] Now we have more that probably won't make honey. People won't have to steal mine when they want to be weird.

Of course I am.

[He'd say it's a weird greeting, but... Eh, cave life. He's starting to accept its horribleness. Not really something he ever wanted to get used to!]

How's -- there you are, good boy. [Barnaby is the Most Important resident of Hadriel, and Warrick crouches down close to him to prove it with a hand offered out for ear scritches.] I thought you might have fed him demons, or something. That probably wouldn't be very good for his stomach, would it, Barnaby?

[Oh hey there, buddy. Still havin' a heart time, Sans would imagine. Still, he seems pretty excited about the bee jar. Sans gives the thing an appraising once-over. This is the bee problem that caused so many issues?

Well, all righty then. He's got a jar of bees too.]

People've tried to steal yours?

Well, no.

[He's just...paranoid that they would.]

I would have stolen it from me. The jar, I mean. Then I wouldn't use it! Not that I did. My bees live in the library, now. The people here are creepy about bees.

If y'mean they don't like it when you throw 'em at people, I'd call that common sense.

[He mostly just sounds amused as he stows the jar away in his jacket pockets. There ain't really much of a bulge where the jar should be, funnily enough. His pockets always have just enough room.

And yeah, that's a bit of a funny feeling, having bees up against his ribs like that. Like the tingle of magic up against his bones.]

It isn't that. I'd understand that.

[He'd get a kick out of it... watching people run around, getting chased by bees and shouting... What a nice dream he was robbed of.]

Some of them just seem to like bees a little...too much. In ways you shouldn't like bees.

How d'you mean, a little too much?

[He is patently sure that he really doesn't wanna know, but you can't just say stuff like that and not expect to arouse Sans's curiosity somewhat. He's just gonna keep an eyesocket on his own bees in the meantime. Just, y'know. Just in case.]

I think I met a bee fetishist.

[he's traumatized, also only...kind of wrong?]

"If I wanted to take over, I would have already in the fucking year I've been here. Screw this place, they're welcome to it."

He makes a few undignified hops, trying to wrestle his foot back from the fox. I don't want it to like me, I want it to go away."

Also it's cute, and he hates cute.

[Well, uh...at least he's heard stranger. Everyone's got their different tastes, yeah? He ain't gonna judge people for it.]

Well, uh. 'Long as the bees are consenting, what's the harm?

[..............]

I am going to push you off this roof.

[Sans chuckles and leans back, bracing one hand against the roof's top.]

Buddy, one of my closest friends is a lizard who's got a crush on a fish and a goat. Might wanna get a little perspective, y'know?

Whatever you do, don't feed it. It'll follow you everywhere!

[ He had accidentally shared remnants of an old pastry with a nug earlier on and it tailed him all the way back to his place. Crow left the thing snuggled in some blankets for a nap before flying back into town.

Crow glides over to land on the nug briefly. He gives it a small scratch near the rump to startle it away while taking off to fly over to a counter in the same motion. ]

They aren't so bad though. A little ugly, but once you get over that...

Oh, who am I kidding? Naked mole-rabbits? Beady little eyes and everything? They give me the shivers! Can't believe I let one follow me home. Oh, man...

At the risk of his hand being chewed up even further, Ryou kneels down to reach out and attempt to pet the overly hyper fox hellbent on attacking the demon. "Once they take a liking to you, I don't think you get a say in the matter on whether or not they're going to stick around. I'm sure even if you ignored it, it'll keep coming back. That's just how stubborn they are. They're very intelligent creatures as well. Not only are there multiple legends surrounding them, but there's also the saying 'sly as a fox' because they're very good at outwitting even the most dangerous of predators."

Or outwitting demons now, as he thinks the case may very well be. "Why not keep it? It would be easier than attempting to get rid of it."

With how desperate he is to both find more of those little bottles laying around while at the same time avoiding every rift and demon he spies, it's no surprise Ryou finds himself hiding out at one of the temples. He'd been meaning to visit them all regardless, so this is just as good of an excuse as any to spend some time scooping one out.

He hadn't, however, anticipated finding anyone else around. He'd assumed most would be out either fighting the demons or holed up in their own homes to keep away from all the chaos. So when the question comes, he's caught off guard and gives a little jump, accidentally squeezing the small fox in his arms too hard and has to deal with a sharp bite to his already bandaged arm. He huffs, both at himself and the fox, before turning his attention to the one who spoke and-

...Well, that certainly is a skeleton. Anything he was going to say is lost for a moment as fascination takes over, and it's only at the last second he jerks his hand back, realizing he was just about to attempt to touch a stranger simply to see if they really are made of bone. "I-Um...I'm terribly sorry!"

Shit. Didn't he ask him a question? Give him a few seconds to stop staring and actually use his brain again. "But, well... I'm not quite sure? I've found a few of them myself, but I haven't tested them out yet. Maybe open it to pour it on something to see?"

Always with the shock and surprise at comin' across a skeleton, huh? Not that he's real surprised; he's long since learned to just roll with the way people jump and stutter and occasionally shriek when they see him. So he does what he always does - refines it into a punchline, and moves on.

Also not the first guy to try and give him a tap-touch, just for kicks. What is it about him that just screams Museum Piece, Please Touch All You Like, huh? No respect for bags of bones like him these days. Shameful, really.

"Don't worry, pal. I don't bite." He points a phalanx at his grin, and folds one socket down in a wink in a matter that be a tad disconcerting, given the way bone ain't really supposed to work that way. "My teeth don't even open. See?"

As disconcerting as it should be, the words and actions only have Ryou inching closer to get a better look. Because of course a kid obsessed with the occult would find a talking, malleable skeleton amazing. "Would... No, nevermind." Of course asking what he's made of is rude, Ryou mentally kicks himself for even considering asking. He's not a thing, he's a person, even if he's not human and should be treated as such.

His smile is a little sheepish as he keeps a respectable distance, trying his hardest not to stare too intently. "I really am sorry. I've always loved anything related to the occult, and a talking skeleton is rather high on that list. I've seen monsters summoned before, but I've never spoken to one."

Aaand he just called this guy a monster on accident, crap. Today is not his day. "Not that I mean to call you a monster-I just-" Nope, shutting up and hiding his face against the fox with a groan, how the hell is he supposed to save this? Social situations are barely his thing, and now he's dug himself a hole he can't even begin to dig his way out of.

Occult, huh? That's, uh...new. You learn somethin' different every day. He's only got a vague notion of what the occult might be, and he's pretty sure he ain't real familiar of the concept in the context of how it is up on the surface.

"You're the first kid to get it right, actually," says Sans with a chuckle. And he's a damn sight more apologetic than most. Even has the good grace to look embarrassed about how he's kinda bulldozing through this conversation with all the grace of a bowling ball. "I'm a monster. Sans the skeleton. Pleased to meet."

And 'cause the kid might need a little lightening of the mood, he clips a whoopee cushion into his palm when he extends a bony hand to shake with a winning grin.

"Oh, really?" Oh thank god. Ryou has no idea how he would've recovered without further embarrassment or insensitive questions, so he's relieved he hadn't messed up as badly as he'd thought. Situation still salvageable, and he makes a note to keep as many questions as he has to himself, for now.

"Ryou Bakura, it really is a pleas-" His words are cut off as he takes the other's hand to shake while introducing himself, caught off guard by the sound of the whoopee cushion. How did he miss that being there? The shocked silence only lasts for a few seconds before the little fox one again yips and bites in annoyance as it's held too tightly, the boy doubling over slightly with giggles he knows are immature but can't seem to help. This is the most ridiculous situation he's ever been in, and he can't find it in him to complain.

Ptttthhhhpppt.

Sans's grin widens, if that's even possible, and the kid's reaction makes it even better. He's probably the first victim of that little prank to actually view it with some sense of genuine amusement. Not just amusement, but laughter.

It's nice to know he can still make some people laugh out there, yeah?

"How did that get in there?" he says, mock-confused as he shakes the thing out and tucks it into his jacket pocket. "Better watch it, I guess. Sometimes weirdos like to hide these things all over the place. Real immature, if you ask me."

He winks again.

Immature or not, he's a seventeen-year-old boy who hangs out with the biggest children in his school, it's not his fault he's easily amused. Sans' commentary about it only serves to make him giggle harder, only stopping when the little fox actually manages to draw a bit of blood from annoyance. "Ow, okay, alright, I'm done, I swear."

Whether talking to Sans or the fox, who knows? Maybe both. The little growly bundle of fur gets a pat while Ryou brings the conversation back around to where it started in the first place. "About the bottle, why don't we try it out? You never know what you're going to find unless you use it on something, right?"

Just. Right off the roof. When you least expect it.

[He doesn't want to be in this stupid gross cave anymore!!!]

How would you even know if the bees were consenting?! No, I don't want to know. We're not talking about this anymore. I'm done.

Hey, you were the one who brought it up.

[Sans mostly just looks incredibly amused. The poor man is just - really floundering, and that's hilarious.]

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1. looks like you could use a sidekick

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