Event Log: Fadeout

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

city streets

[ishotyouuu]

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.

[skelebro]

"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]

"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]

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'."