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Event Log: Jumpscares
Who: All characters participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual
What: The event log for the Jumpscares event
Where: All over the city!
When: May 16th-May 20th
Warnings: Some startling jumpscares, interdimensional demon cats, the usual
A dark shadow looms over Hadriel on the morning of May 16th. There's a tension in the air, something palpable, as if everything has gone still and is ready to snap. You've been waiting for the other shoe to drop for hours now, and you're getting to the point where you're starting to wish that it would just happen already so that you can stop feeling this way.
Of course, when it does happen, it's not quite like you expect.
Maybe it's a tiger leaping out of your closet, claws extended. Maybe it's a faceless slenderman, stepping out from around the corner or a monster with beak and claws ripping open your shower curtain when you're most vulnerable- but within seconds, after you've been startled half to death by the monsters, they're gone. They vanish in a puff of smoke, or dissipate into glitter, or become something silly instead for a few brief moments before disappearing entirely.
Weird. But not unendurable, I guess. The bright side is that there will also be a few demon cats that have also made their way through the door. No two cats are ever in the same location, but there seems to be enough of them to go around, though the toothy one can be a bit vicious. Still, they aren't untameable, and might make nice pets, as long as you don't mind a bloody finger or two when it's time for lunch!► This log covers May 16th-May 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you have some heart problems that are unfortunately exacerbated by this event, please let us know here, and we're sorry.
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"I felt it, too. It is most certainly the work of the gods, attempting to prey upon our fear," the alien replies. "But these apparitions are harmless--we must try our best not to be afraid. And that is why I am here, Carlisle; you needn't look over your shoulder when you have me watching your back."
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No ink from under his eye, nor from his nails, but the way his nerves wear on him is evident in the way ink still trips from his jaw. Given Glacius' familiarity with Carlisle, he may be able to feel the quiet surge of energy channeling through him with every cough, repairing any damage that would be done from his more violent fits, but also wearing him thin.
"And how are we to know what is and isn't harmless of these apparitions?" he asks, his eyes darting throughout the room as he stifles another cough; it lingers in his throat, itching. "What if we get lulled into a false sense of security, only to find out we truly are in danger?"
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So when Carlisle starts to lose himself to his nerves again, Glacius acts immediately, exhaling from his nostrils as he places both hands firmly on the clergyman's shoulders. "We can't know for sure, you are right... but what I am certain of is that you are already being harmed by your own worries. You are letting yourself get worn down, Carlisle... you are hurting yourself." And now the ice alien's tone goes soft again, hoping that the care behind his words and his gestures will remind Carlisle that he needn't face this alone. "I need you to trust in me... please. If we are in danger I will see to it, but right now, we must see to you. I will not cease in my efforts until I have found some way to bring you peace of mind, my partner."
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Carlisle cuts himself off with an undignified grunt. He wants to argue; he wants to fume angrily at the gods for getting him so worked up over something that would be trivial to others, or gripe about how they are abominations in their own right, as beings who seek to control the very emotions their prisoners would feel. However, that's not productive in the slightest, and Carlisle knows it, especially when said venting would be at his partner, who is trying his very best to calm him down. They both know well enough that the expulsion of ink is not a good sign, nor is it conducive for his health.
Despite his frazzled nerves and building frustrations, Carlisle silently acknowledges Glacius is right with a nod. His paranoia riles his energies, which make him cough up ink, making him channel more energy through him to mend any damage done to his throat and ribs. It's a vicious cycle that drains immensely on his health, a cycle he often cannot break on his own. Exhaustion usually does it for him.
He has other options, now. "I know," he tries again, quieter. "I know, I- you are perfectly capable of protecting us from any true threats that would find us."
He brings his hand to rest atop Glacius; he needs that support. "Let's- let us go somewhere else. Somewhere without the sink and the mirror and- and anywhere else such sudden frights might appear. Just until- until my heart stops feeling as though it is trying to escape my chest."
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So Glacius turns his hand over and clasps his partner's, giving him a gentle, appreciative smile as he does so. "I think I know just the place. Come." The alien begins to stand, but does not rise fully just yet--instead he opens his arms, as if inviting Carlisle to climb into them. While he's more than capable of just snatching the clergyman up--and has done so in the past, when times have been more dire--right now he wants to offer his partner agency in this decision. It's his hope that he'll accept the physical gesture of support, and that maybe Carlisle will find refuge from all of this in his arms as he has before.
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And not a moment too soon, as he sees a dark shape looming on his periphery, a reflection in the mirror waiting for him to face it before lashing out for a terrible fright. Carlisle stiffens in Glacius' arms, forcing himself to look away, his eyes locking on the alien's muscular arm and his own, ink-stained hands.
"Th- the mirror, Glacius," he warns.
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That includes keeping him safe from random frights; the ice alien immediately turns away from the mirror at Carlisle's warning, walling any view of it off with his bulk as he starts to walk them out of the bathroom. Though he almost always walks with a bearing both proud and upright, now he's hunched protectively over his partner, back bent and head bowed, trying to cover the clergyman as much as possible.
"Is that better? Or does the feeling persist?" Glacius asks quietly. If the latter, he's probably going to have to set Carlisle down somewhere safer and go draw out the scare himself... which he doesn't mind doing, but he'd rather not leave his partner's side at the moment.
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He sighs, pushing his hands under his glasses, his palms pressing into his eyes. In the meantime, the witch in the mirror waits patiently for either of them to turn around, as conjured characters such as her have no real sense of urgency.
"What I would give to not be so pathetic during times like these," he mumbles, recalling Shadow's words to him. He might not have the urge to drink himself to death in his closet anymore when thinking of the hedgehog, but his insults still sting.
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"You're not pathetic," the otherworldly replies, "Like you said, it is the gods orchestrating everything around us and within us, tugging at the strings of our emotion. You cannot be blamed for this fear any more than I could be blamed for... impaling myself with my shatter, or injuring an innocent, or anything else unbecoming or detestable that I have done while under the influence of the gods. So do not be so hard on yourself; your energy would be better invested trying to reassure yourself."
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"I suppose I would do well to pay no heed to the words of... former friends. As a being who seemed to delight in unnerving me, I'm sure he would find this situation terribly amusing."
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"Thank you, m—"
"BOO!"
As it turns out, phantasmal witches conjured for the sole purpose of scaring people can get bored, as the moment the clergyman raises his gaze to meet Glacius' eyes, he is met with those of a terrifying visage instead. From the ceiling now rather than the mirror, a withered hag looks down upon him, her skin hanging loosely from her body, her eyes a demonic red as she cackles from above. Even her curved nose is unsettling, so much like the beak of a hideous woman-bird.
If it were possible for Carlisle to burrow straight into Glacius, he just might have; however, as that is not an option, he instead panics in his grasp, trying to escape his arms so he can hide behind him instead, putting the wall of an icy warrior between himself and the latest fright to come after him.
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Should Carlisle want to get behind the alien's bulk, he'll be able to slip the rest of the way from his grasp to do so now, though it... might not offer as much protection as it usually does when he's bent over like this, trying to get some breath back.
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"Please... stop."
And then there's Glacius, his protector, hacking and coughing behind him. In his terror, he'd struck his partner. He hadn't meant to do it. He hadn't meant for any of this.
"Stop. Stop stop stop."
Carlisle's heart thunders heavily in his chest, the pounding starting up again so suddenly that it hurts. He can feel each beat reverberating into his neck, pulsating behind his eye. His fingers tear into his hair, as though it'd provide him grounding. With every word that escapes him, his voice is more and more ragged, his throat closing as ink bubbles from it once more.
"Stop! Please stop! Why will you not leave me be!?"
The witch keeps howling, her voice shrill against Carlisle's; however, his is the one that pulls against one's very will. The tug is weak for the moment, but as his panic rises, it gets stronger, more desperate to find purchase.
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And so, in the middle of his own panic, the human will feel the alien's large, cold hand upon his shoulder. A few more moments as the stabbing pain in his throat subsides, and Glacius finds his voice, too: "Carlisle... it..." one small cough, and then he continues, "... It is fine. You are fine. The apparition has vanished, as they always do."
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But rather than subduing them with alcohol or drugged tea, it is Glacius' hand that draws his attention -- it's brief, but enough to pull him from the undertow of panic. He looks up to Glacius, meeting his eyes: his are a pleading cry for help, filled with fear... and one with ink, a dark line trailing down his face to join the rest.
Carlisle curls against Glacius, desperate to shut out everything else. "You c- you can feel it, can't you?" he asks as he presses himself against Glacius' middle, using the alien as a shield as he has done in the past. Being nearly encased beneath the alien feels safer, a bit like the small space of his closet. He knows he's okay there, even if it's taking him a moment to remember that. "You can feel the pull against your will. I'm- I can't keep a hold on it like this. I can't and- and you should leave. You should leave before something happens to you."
The words pouring from him may say one thing, but the rest of him says another: as his hands curl into his hair once more, he presses himself against Glacius' body again, wanting to be close, wanting to forget everything but the two of them for a moment. He might be afraid for Glacius' well-being, but he fears for his own, as well... and he knows he cannot do this alone.
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So he does not leave, as Carlisle suggests he should--he does not even consider it. Instead he embraces the human when he curls tightly against his middle, his icy skin rippling and pulling back to allow his partner a place where he can nestle up safely and comfortably. "No, I shouldn't, and I won't. I'm going to stay right here until this passes--until I can figure out how to help you calm down. Because I know you can. I know you can control this. Carlisle--" Glacius paused only briefly to hold him tighter, curling around the clergyman as best as he can, "--You're going to be alright. I believe in you."
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He opens his eyes to the floor beneath him: there is so much ink, blackness threatening to pull him in. His pulls his hands from his hair, the sweat on the strands clinging to his fingers, and wraps his arms around Glacius.
"I'm fine," he murmurs, more of an agreement with Glacius' earlier assessment than his usual, placating insistence. "I'm here. You're here with me."
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And then, finally, the clergyman returns the alien's embrace, holding him tight. The gesture will be surprising to Glacius for some time now--it's a physical sign of just how important he is to the human, of how much his partner cares for him. The ice alien might not have ever expected to find such a thing in this cave, but he appreciates it deeply. And so he smiles warmly down upon Carlisle, despite the fact that the human is currently still burrowed against him and thus can't see the expression. Glacius' powerful arms stay hooked around the clergyman, providing him with shelter and protection from the machinations of the gods, but one hand shifts to stroke his back soothingly.
"You are," the ice alien murmurs, his hand running up and down Carlisle's back a few more times before it drifts up to his hair and cradles the back of his hair, wordlessly inviting the clergyman to stay tucked up against him for as long as he feels like he needs. "You have more strength than you know... and you continue to make me proud, Carlisle."
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He pulls one hand from around Glacius to rub at his eye, as though he might be able to hide the black liquid trailing from it and not worry his partner further. "Just... please stay here a moment longer, if you don't mind."
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The bathroom falls into silence, save fpr the sound of his ragged breaths and the occasional, stifled cough. The thudding behind his eye dissipates, and finally, after several more minutes, he uncurls just a bit.
"I... I believe I'm all right, for now." He says that, but his tone is uncertain. "Let us... away before something else happens. I don't know how much more of this madness I can take for the time being."
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It isn't until they're back in Carlisle's room that the alien sets him down--and even then, it's on the bed, so the amount of moving the clergyman has to do is minimal. After that, Glacius clambers up besides him; though he'd entertained the idea of going to clean up the bathroom, he'd much rather stay by Carlisle's side... and he likes to think he's learned his partner well enough by this point to know that is what he would prefer, as well. The ice alien starts to lay down on his side--careful as always to avoid getting his various spikes tangled in the sheets--then a thought occurs to him.
"Would you like me to turn off the lights, and use my Mote for local illumination..? Do you think it would help if you couldn't see these apparitions, or would that only make it worse?"
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"I... I don't know," he admits. "I suppose it would be better. Though I fear what may reach out for me in the dark, I... I trust you. I trust you to be my eyes, and see where mine cannot."
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So the alien nods, separating himself from Carlisle only as long as it takes to turn the lights in the bedroom off; the room is only plunged into darkness for a brief moment before Glacius' Mote winks to life in his hand. The light swells bright and vibrant, thrumming away in his palm as he crosses back over to the bed and climbs up on it once more. It's a similar tactic to what Carlisle had tried back at the masquerade when he removed his glasses, stripping the rest of the world away so that the only thing he can focus on is the two of them.
"I will honor your trust as always, Carlisle," the otherworldly being replies, his voice solemn and devoted as lays down and allows the clergyman to curl up with him once more. "I will keep your fears at bay however I can."
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