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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[ Well, that's reassurance enough for Sandor to drop his hand away from his pommel. He offers the kid a sarcastic smirk. ]

You're more fucked than you realize if you're looking to me to be your safety net.

[ Though, truth be told, the opposite is probably true. The more people Sandor saves here, the harder it's getting for him to pretend like he's still untamed and dangerous as any feral dog. ]

The sword kills them well enough, but from what I gather -- they can get in your head if you're not careful. Seen it with my own eyes. People acting even more like cunts than normal.

I imagine killing them with a sword would be a little more frowned upon.

[Killing a possessed person is, well, killing the person. Even in self defense, it's close enough to slaughtering an innocent that Jack wants to avoid it.]

I would expect the gods to intervene more. The demons are basically tampering with their food supply.

[Or maybe just seasoning it for them. Jack looks back at him.]

How long have you been out here?

The gods don't give a fuck about us. To them, we're nothing more than bloody little piss ants, crawling around for their entertainment.

[ He spits the words bitterly. Sandor has never been a religious man back home, and he's certainly not one here. But it's the second question that pulls him out of his sour mood. ]

Not too long. I'm looking for someone. [ And that's all he admits for now, uncertain if he wants to confess he's taken to the streets in search of the Stark girl. ] But I found you -- so might as well get you out of this mess first.

I don't think ticks give a fuck about dogs, but they need them nonetheless.

[Jack's father was always the more religious man, always believing that he was God's chosen, crowned by butterflies. It was all very romantic. It was all also bullshit in Jack's eyes.]

Oh? Who is it that you're looking for?

[Look, he can't help being curious about who it is that this man has a soft spot for.]

[ Well. Sandor can't deny that comparison. But he's not so sure who's the tick and who's the dog in that analogy. The question earns a thoughtful frown. Should he say? Should he not say? He decides to say. So what if this kid knows? Arya can take care of herself, especially against someone like him if he tries anything. ]

Some little pain in the ass. A girl named Arya Stark.

Arya Stark?

[Jack repeats the name with recognition in his voice and note of concern in his voice. He also knows how capable she is, it doesn't dispel the touch of urgency in Jack's demeanor.]

Let's get moving. Where have you searched so far?

[Apparently the littlest Stark girl has a talent for making assholes care about her wellbeing.]

[ Jack knows her? Well, of course he does. Sandor doesn't even bother asking for confirmation because he wouldn't be acting the way he is if he didn't know Arya. So, he nods over his shoulder. ]

The whole city behind me. Been thinkin' about heading to the outskirts. Stupid girl probably got it all in her head to go fighting these bloody things.

I doubt we'll find her playing with dolls.

[So they have to do this. The outskirts of the city isn't a place that Jack would go for pleasure, but for her he will. He glances at his companion, wondering if he's exhausted after searching the whole of the city already. But he still moves with purpose and determination.

Jack smirks faintly at his own thoughts.]

How many do you think she's killed?

Pretty much all the ones that came across her. Maybe even the ones that are in the bodies of the people from here, too.

[ It's not like Arya Stark was any stranger to murder. And it's not like people didn't get resurrected here either. But most interesting to Sandor is not the fact that Jack has jumped at the opportunity to help him find Arya -- it's the fact that the girl made such a dramatic impact on his life that he would.

Of course, Clegane couldn't risk being a piece of shit. ]

So what's your connection to her anyway? You got a thing for her?

[ This is a not!Dad interrogation. ]

[Jack makes a thoughtful sound. He's probably right. Arya wouldn't hesitate, and Jack wouldn't want her to. The people here know how things work, no one would fault her for it. That's really Jack's only concern.]

She's a child. [Jack's not sure if he should be amused or insulted at the question. He doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's well under eighteen, something that was off-limits from the day he turned eighteen. It was less a moral thing and more a scandal that couldn't be risked. But if not!Dad isn't quite at ease yet, there is one other thing that should do it.] And a girl.

[But he does have other reasons that he might as well share.]

I come from a world without monsters, where swords aren't actually used for anything. I didn't hunt, I had a cook who prepared food for me. [He was a spoiled shit, royalty. Jack's eyes continue to dart about as they walk.] She taught me a few things when I first arrived in this damned cave. I'm in her debt, and I haven't forgotten it.

Event Log: Fadeout

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