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.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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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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[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.

Event Log: Fadeout

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