hadriel_logs | 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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The remark is just another twist of a blade already embedded, further damaging her emotional state. She manages to keep herself from flinching, from showing off hurt—the last thing she wants is for It to get any satisfaction, from her pain or Mello's.

"You're free to come here," Sharon is quick to reply, opening one arm out partially as if to beckon him to an embrace, but in her other hand is a dagger, openly shown. She would drive it deep, under the armpit, at just the right angle to hit the heart. Or maybe she would go under the ribs. The leather vest she wears, with its trio of bullet holes in the chest, feels heavier now and more poignant than ever given what she must do,"I'd just love to give you one."

He won't, though, and she briefly pulls her gaze from the possessed to Jo. The other woman looks like she could handle herself, holds herself with enough confidence that Sharon knows that, between the two of them, a demon in a skinsuit will be nothing. Except for the pain that will come after,"How do we wanna kill this fucker?"

Because, Demello, you don't get a say.

Jo had tried to do what she could. The demons were everywhere and the devil traps didn't seem to help much.

She had no attachment to Mello, had barely spoken to him, but the demon seemed determined to cause problems.

She held her sword firmly, looking back at Sharon with a shrug.

"Just don't let it get away. Otherwise, who cares?"

Event Log: Fadeout

/cries gently into the void

SORRY I'M SO LATE