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Entry tags:
- !event,
- 9s,
- abigail hobbs,
- angus mcdonald,
- armitage hux,
- atem,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- chris,
- curufin,
- delmar,
- dr. lance sweets,
- dr. temperance brennan,
- ellie,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- irisviel von einzbern,
- jo harvelle,
- kravitz,
- lup,
- maketh tua,
- margaery tyrell,
- mello,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- nico di angelo,
- oscar,
- prussia,
- raidou kuzunoha,
- rey,
- saber,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- trafalgar law,
- tucker
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!
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.
► 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 fall and break your neck or something because you can't die in paintball, please let us know here.
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Liches?
( Yes, that's the thing to concentrate on while looking over the non-alcoholic offerings and picking out something that's a dubious shade of purple. )
Try that.
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[Seriously. Do people really think they're gods? Bullshit.
He does look at the purple thing though, shrugs, and pours a bit into a glass before downing it.]
Good news: tastes like wine. Bad news: totally cooking wine.
[He frowns back towards the container, as if its offended him greatly, which it has.]
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( Maybe that's why. She doesn't believe in gods, uses the word entirely because it's far shorter than "the weird freaky glowclouds which feed off their emotions" or the like, but
what is a Lich? The word is entirely alien to her. Maybe that's why no one gets it. But for now, Kate's looking at the bottles and picking something else up, inhaling the scent of something that's a magenta colour. )
... This?
( It smells fruity, at least. )
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Do we have like, yeast or something? I could make this alcoholic if I had some damn materials.
[Even as he looks, he finally responds to the beginning.]
And uh, liches are like, someone who binds their soul entirely to magic. Lose physical form, but are pretty unkillable. Problem is most people totally, uh, lose their fuck shit and start creating torture dungeons for fun.
[He gestures up to the rock ceiling, as if it's an example, with a little flick of his wrist.]
So 99% of 'em are total tire fires. I only ever knew two that weren't totally off their ass.
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... Guess that's pretty accurate.
( She follows the gesture up to the ceiling with her eyes. Even if the motivations are understandable, shitty torture dungeon pretty much sums up this cave. )
What's that make their killers, then?
( Kate, don't do philosophy, you're not good at it. )
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[He wants his highly alcoholic shit that tastes like strawberries, okay. He keeps looking as she speaks, finally looking over his shoulder at her at her last line.]
What? What makes them lose it? Because what they're doing is fucking stupid.
[This is still... a little bit of a sore spot for him, even if it does involve a decision of his dear sister's.]
It's like... literally smashing your soul into magic. You have to understand like, all existence at once and accept your own death as step one, my dude. That tends to fuck most people up further than anyone can help 'em.
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No one ever said she was a great communicator. The process sounds beyond anything that her world has - maybe only comparable to possession, but who would willingly go through all of this and possess themselves? )
Hunger for power, then? ( She's guessing. Becoming a nearly unkillable being of magic or power would be a hell of a temptation, much like she imagines is the case with those humans who whisper about Creatures with reverence. They can give you power beyond your wildest dreams! At the cost of your entire self, sure. A Creature possessing someone has unparalleled control over their abilities, but the person is nothing more than a shell. )
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He doesn't look at her, still idly reading the labels of bottles, but his voice is flatter than it was before.]
I mean, yeah, but it's... if you were gonna die. If everyone and everything you knew was gonna end, and you had a real chance to protect that by doing something reckless, would you? If there wasn't another option for someone's life, does it seem so fuckin' stupid?
[He wouldn't. She told him their plan and when he laid alone in bed, he almost went and begged her to let him come. What wouldn't he have done to keep her, to keep them-- the same, really, after all these years. But he didn't. She finally went where he couldn't follow.]
This is why having to save the world sucks. Just so you know.
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Eventually, she leaves the questions untouched and answers the very last part instead: )
Tryin' to save anythin' sucks. Stakes are just a whole lot bigger there.
( Her voice is weighted with the earnestness that says she knows all too well about trying to save something. )
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Woo, alright, that tasted fucked up. Maybe it'll actually get me there. Next time we throw one of these shindigs I'm conjuring vodka.
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'S long as you conjure summat else for me. ( Vodka and Kate do not mix, honestly. )
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You like rum? You can make some wicked good shit with rum. Look, I'll figure it out, I'm fuckin' perfect so it will be too.
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Works for me. ... You a bartender or summat back home?
( Kate pls just because you drink straight boring drinks. )
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[He's also had a lot of time jumping worlds to get reeeeally good at pulling shit out of thin air.]
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Place is a real test of those skills, I bet.
( She's used to cooking things with the aim of "not getting food poisoning" and not much more, so... )