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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► 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!

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[He almost doesn't recognize her at first, but that might have as much to do with Jack than her. He's too afraid of seeing something else to easily accept the person that he actually does see.]

Take your pick. [He tries to look at sound like his usual self with a sardonic smile on his lips. It fades, and he swallows hard.] What I see, what I'm promised. [The things he desires.] It isn't real, is it?

They'll promise whatever it takes to get you to give in. [ She can tell her's trying to be casual, trying to appear at ease, but the mask is transparent. Whatever is after him, it's trying desperately to dig it's claws into his head. She frowns, serious. ]

You can't give in. All they want is your body and once they have that, those promises don't matter anymore.

[Jack has experience with just such promises. They never end well for him. He sighs, looking away before the urgency of Sharon's voice forces him to look at her again.]

I'd rather die than be used that way again. [They're more than just words. He'd rather fall on the knife that he holds in his hand.] Is there anything I can do to be stronger, anything but run?

[ Again. That means he knows what it's like, that means he's not as likely to succumb to the demon's advances; she admires that. At the question, she hesitates before she nods grimly. ]

Yeah. You kill it. [ A pause, and then a sigh. ] Or rather you kill it with my help. I've taken out a few, they're not easy, but it's possible. [ And she's willing to fight by his side if he wants it. ]

You'd... [Jack trails off momentarily, his expression twisting until he's able to find his words again.] You'd help me?

[Jack doesn't ask her why. She has nothing to gain from him, this is just the altruism that some people have. Not only is it real, it's something to aspire to. His jaw sets before he nods at her.]

I'm tired of running. Let's go kill a few.

[ He seems genuinely surprised at her offer, but it's a feeling she's capable of understanding; she's been on that side of the fence before, alone. They have to stick together here, no matter how easy it could be to simply look the other way and allow the gods to deal with the mess, to allow people to deal with their own problems. But she can't do that, even when it might be the smartest decision. ]

Good. [ Firm. Determined. She looks around them briefly, brows drawn down. ] All right, so, what can tell me about it? What'd it look like and where'd you last see the fucker?

[ It's time to stab some shit. They've got this! ]

[Jack chews on his bottom lip as he thinks, trying to recall what the figure looked like before he started to see something else entirely. He hums before he speaks.]

It had horns. [Not terribly helpful. They're talking about demons here, aren't most of them supposed to have horns. Ah, but then he recalls something else.] And amazing breasts. Very perky.

[Sorry Sharon, but you did ask. Jack glances about, his eyes stopping on a corner outside a nearby building.]

It should've appeared there by now. Maybe I lost it.

[ Jack, did you really just...? Sharon rolls her eyes. ] All right, I'm looking for a demon with horns and perky tits. You didn't happen to catch a glimpse at her ass, too? Because that'd really help.

[ She's being sarcastic, please don't answer that question, Jack. When he glances about, her eyes follow his own. There's nothing by the corner of the building, definitely no demon with perky tits. Maybe he did lose it. Wouldn't that be lucky of them? ]

Or it's waiting nearby for you to drop your guard. [ She starts in the direction of the nearby building, every step determined. Better follow, Jack. ]

No, but she could probably describe mine to her demon friends.

[The demon got the better look, given that Jack was running away from it by then. He can't remember how far he ran. Maybe far enough. Maybe not.

When she heads in that direction, he follows.]

[ She shoots him a look over her shoulder, a lopsided grin on her features. There's nothing wrong with running, she's done it on countless occasions when she's outmatched, but she hopes the monsters after her didn't stare at her ass as she ran. The look doesn't last long before her attention is returned to the issue at hand. As they close in on the corner, Sharon motions for Jack to hang back, moving close to the wall of the building. She can't hear anything, no idle demonic chatter.

She peeks around the corner quickly, lower to the ground, and then pulls back just as swiftly. Her heart pounds in her chest. ]

She's about a block or two away, facing away. It looks like she's still looking for you.

[Jack nods at the gesture, watching her while his own heart doubles its beats. She doesn't have to say a word, he knows that Sharon's seen the thing by her reaction and the expression on her face.]

Then let's give me to her. [He glances at the corner quickly Now it's time to fight instead of run.] I can keep her distracted long enough for you to come from behind and deliver the killing blow.

[ The look she shoots him is disapproving, mixed with concern. This feels like a bad plan. ]

You sure you can handle her without giving in? [ She doesn't want to risk dealing with Jack possessed—possession can only be cured with death, and she'd rather he didn't die. ]

If I can't, you know what to do.

[It's hard to tell if he's joking or not. He does have a dark brand of humor, but he meant what he said earlier too.

But he wouldn't want to put her through that either. Jack looks at her.]

We have to try something. Do you have a better idea?

[ She worries her lower lip, and then gives a rough shake of her head. She has no better plan. In fact, her idea of plan is go in guns blazing or, in this case, go in stabbity stab stabbing. ]

You distract her, I'll kill her. [ But, she'll take a hold of his bicep first, grip tight, serious. ] Just don't agree to anything she says. I will kill you if it becomes necessary. [ She really means it in the nicest way possible, Jack. ]

[Jack looks from her hand to her eyes, seeing for himself just how serious she is. And oddly enough, he smiles at her.]

Thank you.

[Maybe people don't normally do that when someone's threatening to kill them, but these are different circumstances. Jack believes that she'll do what she says, and he'd want nothing less.

He moves past her, out of the safety of their cover. Jack takes a few steps closer to the demon, giving Sharon as much time as he can afford before whistling lowly.]

Turn around. Your tits definitely offer the better view. [Oh good, he can update Sharon on demon ass after all. Jack takes a step in retreat when the demon turns and starts to stalk him, but forces himself to stay rooted in place after. He can't run, can't give in to the purrs and velvet promises that trickle from her lips either. But he has to be tempted enough to keep the demon's attention on him.] Turn around and tell me more. [He breathes out and starts to close his eyes.]

[ Sharon understands where his gratitude comes from, fully aware that she would be uttering the same thing if their roles were reversed. He steps out of cover, and approaches the demon, calling to it, and Sharon rounds the building as quickly and quietly as she can. Her heart pounds a drumbeat in her ears, fear flooding her.

He'll be fine as long as he doesn't give in.

She makes it to the other side, behind the demon now, and peers around the corner. A demon really shouldn't have such a fantastic ass or perky tits; no wonder people fall for their silver tongues, just to have a taste of their desires. She watches Jack, and waits for the right moment to strike. ]

[Every step that brings the demon closer to him makes it that much harder to resist. Run and surrender splits him right down the middle. He's struggling, it's in his posture, the tightening of his jaw. Jack opens his eyes, gaze dark and heavy-lidded as the demon reaches out to cup his face. She leans in, whispering so many filthy promises, and somehow Jack knows it's over if those honey-dripping lips touch his skin.

He looks past the demon then, shifting his eyes to look over her shoulder and to Sharon. Jack reaches up to grip the thing's arms. His resistance is a brittle and dwindling thing, and so it's now or never.]

[ There.

The moment Jack's eyes reach hers, Sharon moves forward, as quickly and quietly as possible, closing the distance. The demon is beautiful, captivating in a way nothing normal could possibly be, even from behind, but beauty rarely gives Sharon pause. When close enough, Sharon reaches out, her empty hand grabbing at the demon by the waist. It startles, not expecting the change in the situation. She does not give it time to struggle, pulling it backwards roughly towards her, letting it's own weight bury the blade into its back, puncturing through the layer of soft skin and hard rib to reach the heart.

She pulls the blade out, and reburies it. Again. And again, for good measure. ]

[Jack feels it from the very first stab, not in a physical sense, but in the immediate fraying of the demon's hold over him. He opens his eyes and blinks quickly, as startled as someone who's just caught themself falling asleep behind the wheel of a car.

And then it's over. Jack looks at the blade in her hand, staring at her with an expression that asks, did we really do such a crazy thing? And then he smiles.]

I didn't think her ass was anything to write home about. Did you?

[ The demon's body crumbles at their feet, dissolving into light and ash and nothingness—back to where it belongs. She wipes the dark blood off her blade on to her thigh before sheathing it. He smiles, and she feels this flood of relief. Everything could have gone south. He could have died. She could have had to kill him.

She smiles back, adrenaline leaking from her slowly. ]

It was impressive, but I think I've definitely seen better—the kinds of asses that don't come with the added chance of possession. [ She reaches out to touch his bicep again, this time it's far more gentle, a pat. ]

You did it. [ Didn't give in. She's impressed. ]

[Jack snorts, a laugh that's cut short when she touches his arm. Jack looks at the point of contact, hears the softness in her voice. It inspires a pride that Jack hasn't felt in a very long time.

He swallows hard against the emotions and lifts his eyes to hers.]

I couldn't have done it without you. [And he's sorry for what he could've made her do. Jack would prefer to never put her in that position again.] We make a pretty good team, you and I.

[ A good team, huh? She dips her head in agreement as her hand falls from his arm. ]

Yeah, yeah, I think so, too. [ And she rarely does the whole team up thing, so maybe that's impressive. Maybe that makes him impressive. ] I say after all this, we get really drunk. You down?

[Oh, but that suggestion. If they were back in Shiloh, he probably would've offered to make her his princess.]

The hangover will be the stuff of legend. What's your favorite poison?

Whatever happens to have the highest proof. [ Because she wants to forget some of the things she's seen—forget some of the nightmare inducing offers the demons have given her. At this point, if it burns on the way down, won't totally kill her, and will knock her the fuck out, she'll take it. ]

After all this shit, I need something that kills my taste buds and brain cells.

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