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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► 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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[ What if. That's a dangerous thought for everyone involved right now -- but the thing is that most things aren't as cut and dried as they seem to be; sexuality can be fluid, and rigid adherence to one side or another isn't what Johnny Storm is all about. It's just startling, and Johnny actually likes Jack enough to not want to screw it up either way.

You don't get that problem with one night stands and temporary flings.

But then Johnny realises Jack is doing the same thing, tugging his shirt up to expose lean muscle built not from his dedication to the gym but from a combat perspective, a dangerous leanness -- like a panther that is constantly on the hunt. Johnny studies him, the line of that body and locks his lips without thinking, unconsciously wondering about what it would have been like to have taken that kiss.

His gaze trails from those tight, tight abs to chest to further upwards before he meets his gaze, and he wonders if Jack is playing with him; there's something wholly familiar that stirs to life, a want that simmers and surprises him nonetheless. But he's the one that moves forward now, fingertips brushing lightly over the muscles of his stomach. Johnny likes to think this is payback, although that line of thought doesn't actually make sense.

His mouth is inexplicably dry. ]

I'll have you know that I thrive on competition. What else you got, hot stuff?

[Jack chuckles, because this situation feels a bit like madness. It's a scene that belongs in the shadowy corner of a club, not the middle of a demon-infested cave. But Johnny has a way of making everything unexpected.]

Are you sure you haven't been possessed after all? [He reaches down for Johnny's hand, intending to remove it and deny him. Instead he ends up trapping it there, the front of his shirt falling back down over their hands.] I have no qualms with showing you, but are you so sure that you want to see?

[ Johnny's caught, his attention drawn to where Jack's hand is over his own, the fact that he can pretty much feel the steady beat of the prince's heart under his palm. It makes his mouth dry -- and see, the thing is that while Johnny's never ruled out fooling around with and having a good time with people of both genders, this feels like it's something different.

And, well, this is the first time he's found himself getting this far with Jack. Are they still playing, or is this a new game, the rules of which haven't quite made themselves clear to Johnny yet? There's everything intimate with this, right here in dangerous ground.

He's about to respond -- one way or the other, but he catches sight of something beyond Jack's shoulder and he takes his hand away, reaching instead to grab his wrist to run, his face changing. ]

Shit, we've been found. C'mon, let's go.

[It doesn't feel like a game anymore. Jack isn't playing, but maybe Johnny still is. It's dangerous in a way that has nothing to do with death. It's the kind of dangerous that scares Jack the most. Rejection and humiliation are a thousand times more painful than if his heart simply stopped beating.

But suddenly he's running for his life anyway, Johnny practically dragging him at first, when Jack was more focused on what was happening between them than the dangers around them.]

We can hide once we're out of sight!

[ Hiding is not Johnny's style usually, but it'll do in a pinch, and as soon as they gain enough headway, it's easy enough to hide away in one of the nearest utility closets, carefully shutting and locking the thing from the inside. Johnny had created a little diversion earlier, throwing the demon off the scent -- hopefully -- but here they are now, with Johnny breathing hard, revved from the chase and the potential fight, stiffened with the instinct to bust out attacking if necessary.

But the long silence that stretches after makes him pause, listening intently to the silence outside. They're cramped into a relatively small space, but it'll have to do, and he's not actually oblivious to the fact that they're very close together in the wake of that weirdly intense moment. Now's not quite the time to talk about it, especially not when a shadow breaks the dim light through the slats on the lower half of the door, signalling that someone's close.

Johnny holds his breath and straightens, maneuvering himself in front of Jack without thinking, instinctively providing protection. ]

[Running from demons counts as a "pinch". It's different from the monsters they usually fight. These aren't something that Jack can punch or stab or send an arrow into. These things could do something worse than kill him; they could control him. Jack's had his fill of that.

Their hiding place will also do in a pinch. Jack knows what Johnny will do if they're found, as clearly as if he could read his mind. A part of him is probably hoping for it. He's hyper aware of how close they are too, though a few seconds of silence isn't long enough for his mind to start to wander. Jack seems the interruption in the light coming through the blinds, and then Johnny is even closer than ever.

Jack knows what he's doing. He grew up with bodyguards, and more than once another man has put his body between Jack and danger. But not like this.

Jack catches his eye and shakes his head slowly. Don't you dare do it, Johnny Storm. You don't risk yourself for him.]

[ It's what he does. You get powers like his, you don't get to do anything less. Sure, Johnny enjoys the glory and the glamor that comes with it, but he's aware of what it entails, too -- a couple of years in this gig with the other members of the Fantastic Four, and it's become second nature, see? They save the world, put their lives on the line for others because it's the right thing to do, so he sure as hell isn't going to back off now.

He knows the danger these demons represent, and he can't help the dread in the pit of his stomach -- but even more strongly is the defiance and the rebelliousness that's always characteriseed Johnny's nature. Jack meets his gaze and shakes his head and he knows what the man means, but like hell he's going to obey when the thing, whatever it is, stopped right outside of the door and sniffs. Anyone with a sharp nose will catch the scent of ash and Johnny knows it. But there's only one of those things out there, he's sure, and he takes the moment to lean down in his ear, close enough to kiss him if he wants to (and maybe, just maybe he does). ]

I'll distract it. You make a run for it and get someplace safe. You get one waiting around outside, more's gonna come. [ He grins, wicked and sharp and bright like a flame. ] Catch you on the flip side, hot stuff.

[ He doesn't wait for a response before he's shoving the door open, tackling the thing before zooming around the demon, creating a diversion and setting himself up for the chase. ]

Event Log: Fadeout

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