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.
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[ One could say you are the spooky one, Sans. In fact Matt would say you're a spooky fuck because what the actual hell there's a talking skeleton behind him only he's wearing clothes and moving. On a good day he'd say this was a prank but apparently cave hell has no rules, does it?

Don't freak out, Matt, you can do this. You've senses stranger. (No he hasn't.) You've fought ninjas. (Ok yes he has.) You know what, he'll turn around and act like nothing is strange because a regular blind dude could probably tell something's up with Sans but actual skeleton would not be at the top of his list. ]

Don't suppose they're bringing flowers, are they?

Not live ones, nah.

[To be fair, most people assume Sans is wearing a mask or something along those lines the first time they meet him. Which is always fun when the realization well and truly dawns on them that they are talking to a legitimate skeleton.]

Either way, they don't look real happy.

[Look downright ragey, to be honest.]

[ See, if Matt heard any breathing he would be like "ok cool costume bro" but there's literally nothing besides the sound of bone and clothes on bone (not a sound he ever expected to hear, mind you,) so it's tripping him up bad. ]

You wouldn't happen to know how to deal with them, would you?

[ Matt, being a normal blind man, cannot guess what kind of monsters are tailing him but he is certainly going to get walking now that he knows they're there. He'd way rather avoid causing a scene even if he's talking to a fucking skeleton. It's unfortunately not helping his anger issues any. ]

Mostly I just run away from things like this.

[A completely honest answer. Sans ain't a fighter, not typically. Not if he can help it, that is. Really takes it outta him. So why fight when you can just skedaddle on outta there?]

I can show you a little shortcut, if you like. Might be a bit faster than waitin' for them to catch up.

I mean, that's fair.

[ At least the skeleton dude isn't violent? And Matt, being a normal blind man, cannot even dream of fighting actual monsters. He isn't even going to complain that Sans wants to "show" a blind man anything, Matt just keeps his cane tapping ahead of him the whole way. ]

Lead the way. You, uh, sound kind of distinct.

[ That's code for "I can't possibly miss the sound of a walking skeleton" ]

[He sounds kind of distinct. That's a curious phrase right there. And Sans, bein' the observant guy he is, can put the pieces together pretty quick. The guy's blind. Which, hey, it happens - plenty of monsters Underground either lost their sight or just plain weren't born with it. Might explain the guy's lack of initial scrambling shock upon seeing a skeleton, 'cause he wouldn't be seeing a skeleton at all.

But Sans don't mention it. He could wink, but the guy wouldn't see it, so there ain't any real point. Sans simply crams his hands in his pockets and ambles along.]

Sure thing.

[He turns a corner, and they are - abruptly not where they were, without a pinch of fanfare. No smoke, no dust, no glittering twist of magic. They just are one minute, and then are somewhere else the next. In fact, they're inside Hope's temple, seeing as that was the closest location he's confident in designation "safe." Most of the temples tend to be safe spots.]

[ Yeah he's definitely not 'seeing' a skeleton at all nope, world on fire is not showing him a skeleton at all, definitely not. THIS IS NORMAL...

About as normal as all the sounds and smells and things around them suddenly changing into somewhere unfamiliar and wow okay, Matt freezes the moment they're in that somewhere else. He may be blind but even he can tell they're indoors for one thing. ]

Where, uh... where are we?

Hope's place.

[You can practically hear the wink in his voice - that is, you can hear the cheerful and slightly smug air of someone who just pulled something totally and irreverently impossible and knows it. Magic, man. It's always good for a gag.]

The temples are usually safe spots during times like these. Not sure if that'll hold up forever, but it's a pattern I've noticed.

Oh.

[ yeah nbd just teleportation that's no big, Matt has a great poker face. ]

I guess each of them has a place in here, huh?

[ Just having a normal conversation with a skeleton, this is totally normal and Fine. ]

The resurrected gods? Yeah. Guess the whole belief thing comes with a One Free Temple Renovation ticket. Who'da thunk, right?

[To Matt's credit, the way he's just up and rolling with this bodes very well for future encounters with Sans down the road. He's probably the first guy to not kick up a fuss about this in some way or another.]

How's that work, anyway? Shouldn't they be... I dunno, stopping the whole demon thing from happening right now?

[ It comes from having to pretend he can't "see" you, Sans. Rest assured... his self-control is just That Good. ]

[This is fair. Then again, it seems rude to draw attention to it, so Sans more or less accepts the guy's nearsightedness or blindness or whatever for what it is, no harm and no foul. Seems to operate well enough on his own anyway.]

I know, right? For gods, they sure don't seem real all-powerful, do they?

[ Matt will have plenty of time to freak out about spooky scary skeletons on his own time, when he is safe at home and not... in a temple, fleeing from demons, probably. ]

I guess that's about what you can expect much from gods with a lower-case "g."

[ He shrugs. Who's Catholic? Matt's Catholic. ]

[Heh. That's probably the first time someone's commented on something like that. He almost has to wonder if he can hear the way Sans speaks in all lower-case, the way his font is...

Nah. That'd be a little too weird, right?]

Not much of a believer?

[ Definitely too meta for Matt, unfortunately. He's just... big on the big G. ]

Not in them, anyway.

[ I mean he's not gonna convert anybody or anything, but he still goes to church back home. ]

Maybe they prefer the term "forces of nature." Who can say, right?

[Matt can probably hear the grin in his voice. That or just...tell that he's grinning, because he sounds pretty happy, in his own smug, enigmatic way. Then again, he always does.]

[ Don't skeletons always grin, Sans, there's a pun there-- but don't worry, he can hear it in Sans' voice. ]

Forces of feelings, maybe. [ He shrugs. ] If they stuck us here to feed off our emotions, they could call themselves gods all they want. They're kind of reaching, if you ask me.

[ Matt, you're shittalking gods in their own house, that's cold. ]

So what would you call 'em?

[He's genuinely curious here. Sans ain't anything near the realm of a theologian - most of his understanding of human religion is fairly sparse since no one really chucks bibles or Torahs or any such thing in the garbage.]

Aliens, usually.

[ LIKE THAT SOMEHOW MAKES MORE SENSE... ]

The ones back home turned out to be aliens, so hey, who knows. Could be they came from an alternate dimension.

You had aliens where you come from? Yikes.

[But he sounds pretty droll about it. It's hard to surprise a guy like Sans; don't take it personally.]

Yeah, the Norse gods, apparently.

[ That sure is a thing. ]

Uh-huh, [says Sans, and then without missing a beat:] What's a Norse?

[Sorry, his grasp of human culture is pretty mediocre at best.]

Oh, right.

[ I mean he's a skeleton. Matt isn't surprised to find he's not up with the human history. ]

They're mythological gods, from Scandinavia and that kind of thing. They had a lot of stories about them, legends and all that.

So they ain't actually mythological, and they're aliens on top of it. Sounds straightforward.

[He ain't even gonna bother touchin' on "what's a Scandinavia," 'cause that ain't his purview. At all.]

Hey. What would you call it if a Norse robot had to buy a bird?

Yeah, kind of threw people for a loop when that came out.

[ At least none of the old Norse folks were still alive to find out they'd been praying to aliens, but y'know. Gods are lame, that's the takeaway here. ]

Uh, what?

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