hadriel_logs | 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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「 Shit! The paint passes buzzing right next to his ear and Atem cannot do much but try to take cover, which he fortunately finds behind a tree! He's so awfully thin, it's the perfect place to hide for him! 」

Never!

「 What, did this one thought it'd be that easy? He shoots to the voice's general direction, trying to scare them them off and reveal themselves! A terribly bright pink spatters against the bark of the tree. 」

[The stranger's dramatic cry of 'never!' just leaves Lup giggling behind the tree she's taken cover behind, her whole expression bright and gleeful while she remains ducked down, pressed close to the trunk.

This is the absolute most fun she's had in Hadriel so far, though blowing up mega sharks for Nathan Drake was definitely a close second. But being able to actually get out and do something active is just what Lup's needed the last few weeks. Her slender frame was tense but ready, her toes tingling in that delightful numb way they do when you've been kneeling in the same position for too long. She just feels alive.

Lup shifts just enough to give Atem a flash of her long braid behind the tree he's just shot at, the woman raising a hand to cup her mouth and call back at him.] Ouch! That the best you can do? Might wanna leave the shooting to the big girls, bud.

Edited 2017-09-26 20:40 (UTC)

「 There is not reply coming from this one at the taunt.

...but that sounds somehow familiar... huh?

He's got no time to dwell on that! He's gotta move! Now that he's located her, Atem risks to sprint from tree to tree, trying to get closer. If only he were a bit more used to well, being alive, you know, it would be easier, but he doesn't mind the pressure in his chest, his lungs begging for a bit more air nor the sweat on his forehead... Yeah, it's been a while, and while he wasn't exactly bodiless for the last years, this one is completely his, sure it feels lonely, it feels... different, but it feels... amazing...

Hell, this is fun! Much more fun than running away from giant beetles and ridiculous fires. If his afterlife could be just games, he might... not complain much. 」

The bigger they are--!

「 Surprise, bitch! He's closer than she might want him to be aiming at her with a huge grin on his face. 」

[Funny that they've only communicated by text once and something familiar is itching at Lup's memory already, her eyes squinting in mild suspicion. Something feels awfully familiar about this encounter...

Lup's long ears are, fortunately, not just for decoration. After spending the last fifty years on her toes, always moving to stay one step ahead of the literal apocalypse, she's pretty skilled in combat. More for offensive measures, sure, but her friends have managed to work at least a few defensive techniques into her head. And while Blink would be the best spell to cast on the fly, Lup's not her brother, her mind doesn't leap to running away as a defense. Instead, she casts Levitate.

His gun starts rising and rising, slowly at first, but it's more than enough time for Lup to let out a laugh and duck away behind the tree trunk at the distraction, already scanning around for a new hiding place. She darts to the left, behind another tree.] The better they are at kicking butt. That's the end of that sentence, right? Thought so.

「 It's not big science that he has probably spoken to this person before, after all, Hadriel is not that big, but he cannot fathom right now as of who she might be. And he's not going to waste time when he almost has her--

in his mind only, apparently.

Atem pulls the trigger right when he can feel the pull of his gun, the small pellet of paint that comes out doesn't follow its logical direction, starting going up and up and up!

Egyptian Jesus what the hell!? The teen needs to let go of the gun when it starts lifting him from the ground! He lands with a grunt and the almost healed wound on his leg resents it a little. Nothing toot bad, just annoying... 」

You--! What did you do!?

「 He barks at her general direction, looking for any indications that she might attack, and sending glances at the gun that levitates a few feet above him... He tries to reach it, but damn he's small and not even jumping seems to do the trick!

That's so unfair yo!

Not even during his encounter with the beetles or the wampa did Atem wish so much to have the Millennium Puzzle with him, otherwise he would destroy her!」

[Lup peeks out at his annoyed cry, just a tiny sliver of light-colored hair and big eyes behind a tree trunk, and once she sees the gun is effectively floating out of his grip, she grins and steps out of her cover. She cocks a hip out and hefts up her gun, chin tilted upwards, braid looped casually over her shoulder. Total badass pose.

Yes, she's totally been waiting all week long to finally use this pose. Sue her.

Either way, as the young teen stretches up to try and reach his weapon, Lup strides forward with an arrogant air of confidence swirling around her, that wicked smirk of hers back and here to stay.]

It's called magic, my dude. Pick up a freakin' book.

[Now that he's weaponless and standing in front of her, it's easy to see he's just a kid. A total brat for sure, but young and probably not deserving of this fake death. Still, Lup's in this game to win it. She's not afraid to take down her own family if it means getting the gold. So, she raises her gun at him from a few feet away, aiming for his chest.]

Any last words, kiddo, before I send you to that big paintball game in the sky?

No, it's called cheating, you witch.

「 Aw, look at him being all pissy! He'll get over it but right now... He might be actually mad at the turn of events. He's prideful, he's... the king of games, well not today. Not ever again, apparently.

When she comes fort, Atem does not cower when she aims at him, even turning fully at her as if he were reading himself, defiant, even, standing proudly and looking at her in the eye, completely fearless... Yeah yeah, all that drama even for a stupid paintball game, he's got honor!

He smirks at her question. 」

The name is Atem, and you better not forget it. I'll get you back for this.

[Being called a witch isn't new for Lup (or even close to the worst things she's ever been called, really), so the teen's attempt at goading her just leave the woman laughing instead, delight shining through her expression. The more pissed he is, the better a victory this is for her, honestly. Just keep throwing it down, Atem. Lup's eating every word up.

--Though she has to admit, it's admirable how defiant he remains till the end. He doesn't cower down and beg to be spared, he just squares his shoulders and smirks. Lup's gotta give the kid props for that.]

Atem, [Lup repeats, just to give him that small satisfaction before she sends him off to sleep. The name seems familiar. Hadn't she seen it on the network somewhere before? Hm. Either way--] I expect that you'll try to. Good luck with that.

[She makes a big show of cocking a gun that absolutely can't be cocked (this is paintball, you nerds) before taking aim, still grinning that wide grins of hers.] Bye, Felicia. [and BLAM.

(Though maybe those last words will remind Atem of an earlier conversation in that half a second before he's hit.)]

「 Her act doesn't impress him in the slightest, he had to deal with Seto motherfucking Kaiba for Osiris' sake! She is a toddler compared to him!

Wait a second... Felicia...!? Did she--

oh my Ra!

It is her!

There is certainly some recognition in those eyes before they close and he falls to the ground, unconscious.

Oh, by the way, damn it! It does hurt to get a damn pellet of paint to the chest without any protection! Ow! That will leave a mark...

Eh, goodnight, witch. 」

Event Log: Party Royale

i. good night sweet prince

RIP you will be missed

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