hadriel_logs | Event Log: Party Royale

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Event Log: Party Royale

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Party Royale event
Where: All over the city!
When: September 22nd-29th
Warnings: Paintball, loss of consciousness, and partying!

As is par for the course in Hadriel, at some point throughout the day- waking up, making breakfast, doing laundry- you find an item. This isn't just any item though, it's a tried and true paintball gun, shining and just waiting to be picked up. This gun never runs out of ammunition, never malfunctions, and almost always hits the target that you're aiming at, so say hello to your new best friend for the next week.

Touching or picking up the gun will fill you with a competitive surge, which will likely increase when you find the note that's left with it, saying nothing more than be the last one standing. With instructions like that, how could you lose?

Well, you could lose if someone else shoots you. But never fear, there's a plan for that too! Even if you embrace the throes of unconsciousness, the gods have got your back and will eventually teleport you into a grand party where prizes will be handed out based on how long you survived. Awesome! At this party is also the traditional copious amounts of food and drink, as well as everyone's favorite goddess Delight and everyone's slightly-less-favorite goddess Rage!

Happy paintballing, and may the odds be ever in your favor!

► This log covers September 22nd-29th.
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[This is the dream team.

Lup had always believed that her and Taako alone were the best team combination across the universe, fully in-sync with their movements and thoughts, casting spells in tandem, Taako tentacling people while her evocation magic took them out. But now they have Angus McDonald, the tiniest, quietest sniper in the world, and suddenly this is so much better.

The kid manages to take out yet another unsuspecting opponent, leaving Lup cackling as the stranger's body collapses to the ground. (They are fine, she's already come to realize. Just, y'know, getting their z's on.) The rest of the clearing is quiet and calm, so Lup doesn't hesitate in throwing Angus a thumbs up and addressing him. He's fast on his feet and so small, he's probably safe to come down and take a breather with her.] You haven't missed a single shot! How the hell does a kid detective get to become so good with guns?

[ Despite Angus's inner Fancy Lad yelling at him to be more careful, this isn't like you, you should be more concerned about these seemingly comatose victims!, Angus is having fun in a way that he doesn't usually get to experience. Teaming up with the twins and using his detective brains for strategizing and sniping is a unique, thrilling challenge, and once the effects of the event wear off, he'll probably be horrified by his career change from Boy Detective to Boy Paintball Assassin, but for now he's actually having fun!

At the sound of Lup's voice, Angus thumps to the ground in a silent flurry of leaves and broken twigs. Climbing trees isn't his forte, and neither is getting down from them, but at least he was totally quiet the whole time! He dusts himself off, adjusts his sweatervest, and is halfway through answering Lup before he remembers to dispel Silence properly. ]

It's just aiming, focusing, and clicking, Ma'am! I used to have a mini-crossbow, the guardsmen in the Rockport and Neverwinter Militias would let me use their practice range sometimes.

... You're absolutely 200% sure that these guys are okay?

[Taako's still recovering from laughing at the sucker who thought he could take his squad, manifesting in a cocky little dance over their limp form. Man, this is so much better. Tres horny boys who? More like tres taaco shooters, kickin' butt, taking names.

Speaking of taking names, Taako's reaching down to grab this sucker's gun and maybe check his pockets. Y'know. To the victor goes the spoils and all that. Even if they're probably not dead and will likely miss this stuff.]

Ango, don't be so worried about other people, honestly. You're doin' great. Just keep, uh, bein' our little secret weapon and looking like a defenseless little boy, it's working out awesome.

[While Taako loots, Lup reaches over to rest a hand on Angus' head, giving his hair an affectionate ruffle. The kid's only been with them a few weeks, but she's already so damn charmed by his everything, which is pretty opposite of how the rest of their housemates treat him.]

Don't worry about it, Angus. They're all bound to wake up after we take out the rest of the competition. Just means the faster we work, the faster everything goes back to normal. [Again, she assumes.

After another ruffle of his hair, Lup removes her hand and smiles down at the boy, head tipping to the side to give him a quick once over.] You thirsty, hun? Taako, throw the kid a juice box.

[ Open physical affection is still this weird thing that Angus isn't quite used to, especially when it isn't accompanied by teasing / getting dunked on, and possible noogies from Magnus. He goes a bit red, and tries to hide how flustered that hair-ruffle makes him by pushing his glasses back up his nose and giving Taako a Disapproving Look that makes him look a bit like a tiny librarian who just caught someone sneaking food into the study area. ]

They're gonna wonder where their stuff went once they wake up, sir.

... Wait, did you actually pack juice boxes? Can I have one?

[He tilts his head back towards Angus, hand still in this passed out yutz' pocket.]

Yeah, but they won't be able to prove it's us, so it's free.

[Besides, he won't take anything important. Just knick knacks, coins, anything he really likes. He's distracted by their requests, though, and grins, turning with something that totally looks like a juice box in his hand.]

Oh, natch. Come get it, little man.

[Unfortunately for Angus, its just Minor Illusion. If someone tries to take it from him, their hand will just go right through it.]

[Angus, you need to get on the stealing is cool train with the twins. It'll make you way cooler.]

It's the way of the world, little man. Steal or be... be stolen. Hm, I'll workshop it later. Either way, the point is they're all gonna be so dang grateful they woke up at all, they won't even notice. Not like anything really holds any value here. Everything's free.

[To prove her point, Lup bends down to swipe the baseball cap off of the poor sucker's head, immediately placing it backwards on her own.] Hell yeah, look at me. I'm so into this rando sports team now.

[ Angus is a detective, he's practically an officer of the law! Detectives don't steal unless it's important evidence for a case, and even then that's on shifty moral ground! He knows better than to argue morals with the twins though, that's an argument that nobody's gonna win. ]

I think your idioms need a little work, Ma'am.

[ He trots up to Taako and reaches for that drink! ]

Thank you, sir! I actually was pretty--

[ His hand whiffs right through it, and Angus's face falls. This is not the first time he's fallen for the Minor Illusion Juice Box Trick. This isn't even the second, third, or fourth time. For someone so smart, he's still pretty damned gullible! ]

... Thirsty. Aw, beans.

[Taako waits until Angus is close, grin wide as he approaches that then descends into rancorous laughter as the illusion disappears.]

Ango, Ango, Ango. You've gotta stop falling for that.

[Really, he's gotta stop trusting Taako, but... both of them don't really want that.

However, seemingly satisfied with getting his show out of it, he does actually reach into his bag and chucks a real juice box at him, a lazy underhanded toss into the air.]

Oh, that was so worth it.

[He looks back over towards Lup, giving her a thumbs up for the hat.]

So, where we headed next?

[Lup adores Angus. There's just no other way around it. While the boys may torment and tease him, the woman's come to genuinely enjoy having him around their place. It's nice having another person around who doesn't know all of Lup's favorite stories and jokes so that she can retell them and she hasn't exactly hated giving the kid a few cooking lessons late at night when the rest of the house is mostly asleep.

He's smart, sweet, and surprisingly sassy when the opportunity arises.

But still, even with how much she's come to care for the kid, even Lup busts up laughing the moment the illusion of the juice box shatters, a hand coming down to slap the boy affectionately on the back.]

Even I saw that one coming from a mile away, kid. Detect magic is your friend.

[But Taako makes it right with a real juice box, Lup immediately opening her hands up for him to toss her one too (hey, looting suckers works up a thirst!) before she jabs her thumb behind her, back towards the city proper.] How about one of the spires? Gotta be some great looting opportunities there.

Good goof, sir. I'm sure it was just as hilarious and emotionally fulfilling for you as it was five illusions ago.

[ Only someone who has been on the receiving end of that many goofs could sound as deadpan and dry as Angus. The real juice box and that friendly slap on the back are enough to make him grin again, though. It's hard to be too annoyed when you have apple juice. ]

... Okay, are we looking for other opponents or our opponents' stuff at this point? Because it mostly seems like the latter.

[Lup just gets a juicebox, half because she's his lovely sister, half because there's nothing he could do to dupe her that wouldn't mean burning an actual spell slot. He's about to agree with her when Angus interrupts, and he bends over to give him an affectionate pat on the head.]

It's important we, uh, find all the people who've been hiding! It's not fair if someone wins by hiding the whole time. Gotta smoke em out.

[Which uh, knowing these two, might be actual smoke.]

Don't you want cool new-to-you stuff? Ours for the taking!

[Lup jabs her straw through the top of the juice box, just hard enough that juice spills out messily all over her hand, but she's already shooting Taako a thumbs up.]

Taako's got it right, Ango. It wouldn't be fair for the folks we crushed today just for some other schmucks to make it to the top without even trying. Our job, as a team--[she winks at Angus, because he is far too deep to get out of this now]--is to keep the playing field even.

[She sucks at her straw, in that really annoying way kids do, and crushes her juice box in her fist when she's finished.]

That... sort of makes sense, in an extremely self-justifying way...

[ Coming from anyone else, that would sound sarcastic and passive-aggressive, but Angus is being entirely genuine. Plus, he's still got that competitive spirit thanks to Rage's influence, so he is all about winning this.

He takes a thoughtful sip of his juice, silently resolving to keep track of all the stuff the twins steal so that he can possibly return it later, and finally nods. ]

I'll pass on the new-to-you stuff, sir, but the spires sound like a good place to start.

Great! Let's go!

[He just turns on his heel and starts going. Angus doesn't have to take shit; that means more things for him and Lup to haul home. He's cocky, and it shows. Who's even gonna fuck with them at this point? They've got magic and the jump on just about everyone. It's gonna be great.]

Do we wanna float to the top and go down? So we don't uh, get stuck on the top floor or whatever.

Hell yeah! C'mon, Ango. Let's kick it. [Lup throws her crushed juice box over her shoulder and moves to Taako's side, stepping in sync with her brother. Pretty much every event so far in Hadriel has sucked right up until this one. Finally something fun for them!]

Are you just saying that to avoid the cardo? Going up and down the spires is gonna be a pretty choice workout.

[ Angus catches that juice box, drops it in a nearby garbage can, and hurries after them to fall in step with the twins on Taako's other side. Once he's caught up, he raises his hand like he's about to ask a question in the middle of math class. ]

Um, speaking as the one with the shortest legs here, I don't wanna walk all the way up and down the spires, those things are super tall. But I also don't have as many spell slots as you two, so I can't cast Levitate as often?

[Taako swings into step with Lup, obviously overconfident.]

Nah, nah, Ango's got a point. We can help him out with his magic issues, can't we babe? He's still learning.

[He grins back towards Angus' direction, looking a little smug.]

Just a baby. Tiny baby magic boy.

[Lup sticks her tongue out at Taako, jabbing a skinny finger in his face.] Lazy.

[But Angus' point at least stands, though how does the kid expect to grow stronger if he isn't running up and down like 10 flights of stairs? God.

Before she can throw out anything else, a paintball whizzes past her long ear, missing only because she's turned to playfully scold Taako. The woman startles briefly before she's reaching for her brother's hand on instinct and yanking him towards the nearest cover.] Shit! Where did that even come from?

[ See, the good thing about being a 'tiny baby magic boy' is that people are slightly more reluctant to shoot at kids, and Angus is at least a foot shorter than the twins. The paintball whizzes overhead, and Angus is already figuring out the trajectory, scanning the horizon, and ducking behind that garbage can for cover. ]

The left! Get down!

[ Everything slides into focus for Angus once he goes into Detective Mode, and the last thing that the shooter sees before a paintball catches him in the shouler and sends him careening backwards is Angus's feathered newsboy cap peeking out from behind the garbage can.

'Tiny baby magic boy' that. ]

[His eyes go wide as the shot misses Lup, just barely, and all joking leaves him as he hits the floor in a quick roll, pulling up a quick shield around him and Lup. Angus ducked the other way, shit, they have to run and he won't have time to grab him--

Angus fires, almost quicker than Taako can see, and all he hears is the sound of a body hit the floor.

Taako looks towards Angus, more than a little surprised.]

Holy shit, Ango.

[Double that surprise. Lup's bent over and breathing heavy, looking more than a little spooked by how close that shot had been. Sure, it's only paintball and she really would have turned out just fine in the end, but this is serious business. And they just have to win.

The shooter falls and Lup's attention shifts to the tiny baby magic boy, her mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.]

What the-- Jeezy creezy, Ango. You're friggin' unstoppable.

[ Angus finally breathes out, letting the tension ease from his posture... and goes wide-eyed and bright red the instant he realizes both twins are staring at him as if he just started growing cabbage from his ears. ]

I... I was on a SWAT team once! That's all! It's just practice!

[Taako just continues to stare at him. Right. God. He had like, an actual plan on the Rockport, the boys just did dumb heavy bean stunts. At this point, Taako is just too stunned to even do anything about this. If he had more brainpower, he'd probably try and take full credit.

But at this point, he just points to Angus and looks proudly towards Lup.]

And that. That is my good magic boy. My good magic boy who kicks ass.

[Finally. Someone competent on this team besides her. What a gift.

Taako beams at his good magic boy and Lup can't help mirroring her brother's expression, smiling down proudly at Angus. Usually she'd ruffle his hair, but today she just rests a hand against her hip and gives him a satisfied nod.]

You got a good one, Taako. We're def keeping him. [As if she'd been weighing the pros and cons of keeping him their whole relationship so far.] And you know what'd be the perfect reward for a job well done? A relaxing stroll through the spires to loot all we can carry!

Event Log: Party Royale

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