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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-11-15 07:46 am

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!
skelebro: (you should be a comedian)

sans | ota, will match format

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-16 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
building interiors; i'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again
[He's heard the warnings. Mostly he's doin' what he can to steer clear of anything that looks vaguely, uh, murder-y. Keepin' an eyesocket out for his bro, but Papyrus seems to be doin' pretty all right for the most part. Definitely not tryin' to welcome the things into their house with open arms, which is a step up.

Mostly, he's kinda worried about the kids. There's three of 'em now, and he knows Chara and Frisk generally look out for each other, but that third little variable there might introduce some complications. So he's out and about, regrettably, even if he'd really rather be takin' a nap right about now.

Anytime he catches a glint of green, he gives the surrounding area a wide berth as advised. He clips through space and cuts corners when he can, zippin' from building to building in the blink of an eye, without a scrap of fanfare, until he can make it to one of the temples. Those tend to be safe spaces.

If you need someone to help you out of some scrape, Sans really ain't your best bet. But he might be able to take you on a shortcut to someplace safe. You know, since he's already passing through.]
rooftops & temples; when all the others were just stirring awake
Sans has found a couple bottles of something. One of 'em red, one of 'em green, and both of 'em pretty obscure to him in terms of purpose. Though the red heart emblazoned on the former bottle is pretty indicative of what it's meant to be. The second one is, uh, a little less obvious, at least at first.

He tucks the healing potion away. Pays to have somethin' like that on hand, even if he's pretty sure he ain't gonna be the guy to use it. As for the green one, he'll use it as an excellent conversation piece if anyone comes upon him - leaning up against the wall inside one of the temples, or perched nonchalantly on the roof with his legs swingin' as if the world ain't goin' to hell.

"Any idea what this thing does?" he drawls to whoever might pass by, giving the bottle a little shake.
shops; i'm a young one stuck in the thoughts of an old one's head
[So Sans has no idea what little fennec foxes eat. He's not real sure what the fox even is, truth be told, though he's fairly certain it ain't a demon, posturing or otherwise. Either way, it seems pretty content to perch on his shoulder or curl up in the hood of his jacket. He pokes around in the shops for a time, tryin' to coax the thing to eat.

Ketchup? Nah. Mustard? Not even close. It huffs disinterestedly with every offering, prompting an amused chuckle from the skeleton it seems to have taken an inexplicable liking to.

Little help, maybe?]
city streets; i'm gonna teach you how we're all alone
Should'a known good things wouldn't last. He ain't so naive to assume that he'd get to steer clear of the danger for the duration of the event. Nah, that ain't him. He knows better than to assume that, 'specially with his track record.

He knows the thing is following him pretty early on - it's impossible to miss it, really, the way its body is stooped all over in a contorted arch, its head bowed, its skin loose and gray. It's even...cowled, as though wearing a funerary shroud. He even blips himself a bit away a couple times to put it off the scent, but funny thing, it...it just kinda keeps coming. Really stuck on him, huh?

Yeah, well. No thanks. He's done with things fucking around with his skull for now. Got enough psychological trauma in there to last him a couple lifetimes or so, honestly.

Don't engage. Just keep walking. And maybe, y'know...don't walk anywhere the kids might be hangin' around. He can keep this problem to himself. Kids've got enough on their shoulders as it is.

But sooner or later, it turns out he can't keep dodgin' forever. 'Cause the thing finds him, and he don't blip himself outta there quick enough. It advances, uttering a low, sibilant hiss.

It cocks its head at him, birdlike. Like he's a curiosity to it. Yeah, he's real curious, ain't he?

"Heya," says Sans, levelly. "Whatcha doin' there, pal?"

Another step.

"No thanks," says Sans. "I'm good, really. Donated last year and everything."

But then it turns out that it don't gotta say anything else. Not really. Sans has that all worked out for himself, seems like. All that regret, all that guilt, dulled away to a worn and polished thing secreted away in the posterior of his skull, well - it had to go somewhere, didn't it?

It boils up, up and out. He's pretty sure, in that moment, that if the kid cut him open again - hell, if anyone did - they'd be able to see it all come spillin' outta him like a piece of rotten fruit, black and rancid and staining the air with a bitter, bile-like putrescence. It cobwebs up into his ribcage, wraps itself around his fragile SOUL, and Sans starts to laugh.

"That's it, huh?" he says weakly. He still manages to look the thing in the eye, or its closest approximation thereof. 'Cause for all he's standin' there, rooted to the spot, he's still smiling.

And he keeps smiling.

"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that, pal." The words drag outta him painfully, rasping like stone grinding over stone. "A whole lot better."

Unfortunately, the thing seems to accept that as a challenge. It bows its head, and if it weren't for the fact that its face is little more than a twisted-up melange of parts that shouldn't stuck together like that - shit, he'd say the thing is smiling.

Fancy that.
ishotyouuu: (dot-dot-dot)

city streets

[personal profile] ishotyouuu 2016-11-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
It's like clockwork, these little snafus. You could practically set your watch by them.

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.
Edited 2016-11-16 03:07 (UTC)
skelebro: (it's nothing)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-16 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Door-to-door salesman." He could set his teeth on that grin of his, bit more pained than is typical for him. But everything's started to well up like a fresh set of cuts. Couldn't save Papyrus. Couldn't save Undyne. Couldn't save a nice lady with integrity. Couldn't keep his promise either, huh? And then that kid. That kid, they come on in here with a grin and a knife and an intent to use it, and he learns that it ain't all that clear-cut, is it? Learns that he fucked 'em up real bad with his words and his judgments, and only one half of the anomaly is even gonna admit it.

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."
ishotyouuu: (gettin' ready for some stabbing)

[personal profile] ishotyouuu 2016-11-27 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hilarious." Spoken in a way that implies the exact opposite. Wade doesn't take his hand away from his holster, eyeing the newcomer in very much the same way that one would eye a potentially aggressive insect that has just flown into the house. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't look like it's about to leave presents on people's doorstep, and Wade is sadly running too short on friends to take any chances. He couldn't save Clementine or Jessica; couldn't save Jesse or Travis or Beast Boy or Zatanna or any of the other people he'd come to call friends.

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'?"
skelebro: (i won't grace it with a description)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-27 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
There's already sweat running along the contours of his skull with the effort it takes to not let the thing get to him. It's pretty damned pervasive, is the thing, spilling out from around the thing like the world's foulest stench. He knows it ain't him, either, and he knows it ain't him 'cause he might be the kinda guy to dwell, but he sure as shit ain't the kinda guy to care. He's dull to it, all of it, and now there's a fresh strand of guilt coiling around his SOUL, brighter and sharper than it's been in - in a long, long damn time.

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'."
keep_smiling: (1711)

Shop

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2016-11-17 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
skelebro: (stop me if you've heard this one)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
keep_smiling: (coy??)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2016-11-17 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
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?
skelebro: (pretty rad dude)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
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.
keep_smiling: (y hallo thar)

[personal profile] keep_smiling 2016-11-18 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm not a fighter, and I don't know magic, so I've got to do something if I want to keep up morale around here.

[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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[personal profile] purpleknee 2016-11-17 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
skelebro: (itches are an abstract concept)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[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?
purpleknee: (in the lovely land of oz)

[personal profile] purpleknee 2016-11-17 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
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.
skelebro: (stop me if you've heard this one)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
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.]
purpleknee: (the joyous news was spread)

[personal profile] purpleknee 2016-11-17 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
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.

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shadowsangel: (you're always in my heart)

temples

[personal profile] shadowsangel 2016-11-17 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
skelebro: (how about sansrise land)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
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?"
shadowsangel: (one day i'll find you)

[personal profile] shadowsangel 2016-11-17 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
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.
skelebro: (put 'er here)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-17 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] shadowsangel 2016-11-17 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

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sciencelizard: (« [Embarrassed] ok just a Tiny Incident)

shops!

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2016-11-17 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Meanwhile, independently, Alphys has come into slight ownership of a nug, a rather fat one at that, which she's currently trying to carry back to the shared apartment. Said nug is making every attempt to get out of her arms, making some shrill whining noises as it does, until she finally ducks into a store to put it on the ground and chastise it a bit.]

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?
skelebro: (stop me if you've heard this one)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-18 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh hey, Alphys. Sans has seen those little rabbit-like fellas out and about, though he's kinda got his proverbial hands full with the fox who's taken a liking to the scent and feel of his jacket's hood.]

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?
sciencelizard: (« [Bashful] SELFIE SELFIE SELFIE)

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2016-11-23 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Alphys blushes, because she's been caught in the act, and just... places the wiggling nug on the floor. It proceeds to sniff the ground a bit and then duck back around her tail.]

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?
skelebro: (take the easy road)

[personal profile] skelebro 2016-11-23 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
More or less, yeah. Then it decided to take a little climb, and I think it lives here now.

[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.
sciencelizard: (« [Smile] Everything Is Alright)

[personal profile] sciencelizard 2016-11-29 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know what it is, honestly.

[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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