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Entry tags:
- !event,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- beth washington,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chara,
- cole,
- connor walsh,
- elmer c. albatross,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jill valentine,
- kate galloway,
- leliana,
- maketh tua,
- matt murdock,
- mello,
- miriam day,
- morrigan,
- nick rivenna,
- ryou bakura,
- sam,
- sans,
- sato,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- wade wilson,
- warrick chopper,
- will graham
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!
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!
sans | ota, will match format
city streets
Like Sans, Wade had been fully intent on finding a place away from the ensuing chaos he knows is coming. Like Sans, he knew in his heart of hearts that it probably wouldn't have made any difference-- clusterfucks like this seemed to have a way of finding him regardless of whether or not he was the cause of it-- but he figured there'd probably be a lot less collateral damage if he just stayed out of it. It's not that he was against a little chaos. Far from it, actually. It's just that he didn't feel like getting dicked around by gods who at worst got their jollies by seeing the mortals scramble around like ants under a magnifying glass, and at best didn't know their assholes from a hole in the ground. Or was it the other way around? Frankly, Wade didn't know which explanation was the preferable one.
This city, however, seems hell-bent on getting even the most reluctant of shit-stirrers involved in its little games. Which is why when Wade rounds the corner and sees Sans standing motionless before a cloaked figure grimacing at him like some sort of lovechild of Steven Tyler and Mr. Ed, Wade reacts to this with all the aplomb of one who's Seen All This Before.
"Hey there, Sans. Who's your, uh... friend?"
Doesn't stop his hand from straying to the holster at his belt, though. That thing looks rather unfriendly. And bitey.
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The thing barely had to give him a push, and he's already wallowing in it.
Sans laughs. If he had lungs he'd be breathing heavily by now, he's pretty sure. Not sellin' it quite as hard as usual.
"Really doin' their best to get under my skin."
It's, uh, a real good thing skeletons don't have tear ducts. Good thing they don't have hearts to constrict, a throat to close. His shoulders curl up marginally in a partial hunch.
"Heh heh...funny, huh?" he says as the thing hisses again. "A real riot."
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What was the point of being virtually indestructible, after all, if you couldn't save the people you cared about?
Wade shakes his head to clear it-- the negative thoughts seem to come unbidden into his head, and they're not really helping the situation any. He takes a step forward, doing his best not to make any movements that might incite the creature to attack.
"You wanna come over here, Sans? It's nice that you made a new friend an' all, but you're kinda triggering my abandonment issues right now. Not sure I wanna share you with this guy, know what I'm sayin'?"
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And yeah, it starts to wash over him in uneven waves. Undyne's defiant smirk, in denial about her own demise; the way the lab was dark, like someone just went on a real great vacation and never planned on coming back; silence behind a tall door; flowers that began to wither with no one there to water them.
But at least he still has his head, right?
What a joke. A real knee-slapper, that one.
Only about seventy-percent of what Wade says really registers. Abandonment and new friend and you wanna come over here. Sounds like a good plan. To just...get away from this thing, quick as possible, 'cause bein' around it ain't doin' him any favors. Not either one of 'em.
"Yeah," he says. He starts to inch away, nice and slow. He don't tear his sockets away from the thing as it cranes its neck in his direction and utters a long, slow hiss - don't or can't, he ain't really sure at this juncture.
"Some kinda - regrets thing," he says, briefly reaching up to tap a phalanx against the side of his skull. "That's what I'm thinkin'."
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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.]
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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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[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?
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[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.
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[Elmer grabs a packet of fruit snacks for himself while packing. Once he opens it up, he holds it out to offer some up to Sans.]
I heard that the demons are looking for people with magical powers, though. I don't have those, but I do have a certain something they might find useful. So I do have to keep a relatively low profile.
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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.
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Well, all righty then. He's got a jar of bees too.]
People've tried to steal yours?
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8CvqmD0CZao
what even
;^]
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temples
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?"
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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?"
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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.
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"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.
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"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.
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shops!
Y-You can't just run around and try to trip me and then complain when, uhm, when I carry you! If you're going to f-follow me, then...
[Wait. She whips her head up and spots Sans, breaking out into a blush when she realizes he absolutely heard her.]
Uhm... h-hey! Fancy meeting you here, and uh, everything.
[A slight pause.]
... Is that a fox?
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Seems to really like the smell of ketchup. Who knew, right?
[And then he eyes the nug in her hands with a vaguely amused grin.]
Havin' a little trouble there?
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Kind of. They started f-following me, and I sort of uh, felt bad just leaving them out there with all the demons and everything. But they're not very f-fast and they always want to be underfoot.
[Which makes it damn hard to run from threats and all that.]
It kind of looks like you're about to use that fox as a t-travel pillow, or something. Did it start following you, too?
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[He gives the thing a tentative prod with the tip of his phalanx. It snuffles a bit in protest, bumping its muzzle against the side of his skull grumpily.
Figures Sans ends up with a pet simply because he's sedentary enough to get climbed on top of, and then is too damn lazy to tell the thing to shoo. He eyes the nug on the ground with his skull cocked to one side, watching it hide behind Alphys.]
Looks kinda like a rabbit.
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[She looks down at the nug, who's sniffing the ground around her feet.]
But uh, it won't stop f-following me? So I guess it's... mine now? Maybe it'll, uh, disappear when the demons do, or not, but uhm... I mean, the apartment is big e-enough for one of them, right?
[She grins a bit back at him and his fox.]
Or I guess, uhm, t-two of them, now.
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