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Event Log: Assassin
Who: Everyone!
What: The Assassin event
Where: Throughout the city
When: April 15th-23rd
Warnings: Inevitable character death, potential horror and gore and unpleasantness. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if it things get too bad!
What: The Assassin event
Where: Throughout the city
When: April 15th-23rd
Warnings: Inevitable character death, potential horror and gore and unpleasantness. Please remember to tag for warnings in the header if it things get too bad!
The morning of April 15th in Hadriel is cheerful, with artificial light streaming through your window. Your blankets are warm, jabberjays are shrieking, and you're probably going to experience a murder attempt today.
Maybe it'll be from a stranger, maybe it'll be from a friend, but the bottom line is that everybody is after somebody and nobody is safe (...okay, twelve people are safe, but that's beside the point). Time will only tell when you'll be overcome by that murderous rage and try to kill someone else. The best thing you can probably do at this point is stay calm, keep your head high, and try not to die for the next eight days.
Helpfully, Rage will have restocked her armory for the event, for those of you have yet to arm themselves. Additionally, for a limited time only, the armory will be stocked with bear traps, tripwire (in both 'general wire' and 'barbed wire' flavor), and voice recorders. Use all of them, use none of them, just get on out there and kill each other!
Oh, and one last thing...► This log covers April 15th-23rd.
► 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!
► Did your assassin catch up to you? Please remember to hit up our death post!
BLU Scout || 2 Closed and 1 Open
Scout was wandering the streets. That's about all he had to do when he had no idea where he was and was just trying to get back home because he'd missed a whole lot of work by now and he was so gonna get fired. Not to mention that his Ma was gonna kill him for not calling her every Sunday like he promised.
And he'd missed a whole lot of Sunday's at this point.
Some of them weren't his fault because he was dead, not that he was ever going to admit that to anyone ever. But at least he knew the respawn here worked, that was good.
Currently Scout was just strolling around, balancing his bat on the palm of his hand and doing tricks with it. Never knew when a hot chick might be watching that he needed to impress.
And boy would that feeling of being watched not go away.
||Closed to Ciri||
This place sucked on ice. No one he knew, technology he didn't understand and won't ask for help with because that's admitting weakness. Not to mention he felt really weird. Weird and uncomfortable and anxious for some reason. Not things Scout liked at all.
And then he spotted Ciri. His first reaction was that she was freakin' hot. His second, and completely unexpected reaction, was the fierce and forceful urge to bash her skull in.
Scout stood there, dumbfounded as his tiny brain warred with the two conflicting reactions, his face an embarrassing mix of wanting to put on his most impressive shit eating grin and hit on her, and a snarl of rage as his hands tightened around his baseball bat.
||Open||
Okay. This was weird. Weird and he didn't like it at all. Scout was sort of crouched in an alleyway, staring out at what he could see of the cave suspiciously.
Something was happening, something he didn't like and didn't want to be a part of. He better not be turning into a wendigo again. Was he a werewolf.. er werewendigo? Weredigo? Screw that man.
"Dude, what the fuck's happening?"
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she just doesn't expect to cross paths with someone wanting to smash her face in.
the rage in his eyes isn't so unfamiliar either. she's seen that look before cast her way before and immediately it has her on the defensive, her hand reaching for the hilt of her steel sword. still, she cannot help the confusion of how this even came to be. she doesn't know this man, has never seen him and honestly cannot figure out just what might have caused him to look at her in such a way. there's a million and one question but for now, she focuses on his hands as they tighten around the weapon before flicking upwards to his face and frowning. ]
I assume you're not here to exchange pleasantries.
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[ He trails off in confusion, rage burning inside him in a way he's never felt outside of losing a battle. And he hasn't been fighting here. Not only that but he's never seen this woman before. And can't figure out why he hates her, he just knows that he's furious about ... something. ]
I'm Scout. And I'm here to .. uh...
Jeez you're freakin' hot.
I mean...
[No that wasn't right at all. Now mad at himself and at her he shifts his eyes to the bat clenched in his hands, twisting the grip around a bit. Then he looks back at her and snaps, darting towards her inhumanly fast, bat pulled back and ready to strike.]
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scout, huh? honestly, she's almost glad when he comes at her.
he's fast, she notices quickly as he races toward her. at this rate, he'll break her arm before she can unsheathe her sword. there isn't time to truly think so she makes a movement as if to step forward and vanishes from view into a flicker of greenish-white light. she re-appears at his back just as quickly, drawing her sword and twisting the blade above her head as she brings it back down at him in a quick turn.
after months of fighting monsters, she's missed this. missed fighting someone else. missed the challenge. ]
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Spy?
[ No. No no no. This isn't happening. There isn't a Spy here. There can't be. He whirls around in an instant, expecting to be stabbed in the back. But he's anticipating a dagger aimed at his torso, not a sword being swung down at his head.
The bat he's raised in defense, isn't going to cut it against a sword and he's not strong enough to defend against that anyway. Still lightning fast he darts to the side backing away far enough to put his back against a wall. ]
You asshole! What are you doing here?
[With rage clouding his mind he's not realizing that he's not thinking straight. This person obviously isn't Spy. She just happens to be someone else who can go invisible. But Scout can't parse that right now, only thinking about bashing her head in.]
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I do not know you nor do I have any idea who it is you have mistaken me for.
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[Even with the voice that isn't Spy's, it certainly doesn't sound like how he'd talk. At least not the Spy he's thinking of, maybe one of the other ones.
And the sword is all wrong. Nothing here is adding up, but Scout is high on adrenaline and rage and conflicting emotions he doesn't have the maturity to work through.]
You shoulda stayed back at the base!
[And he launches himself off the wall, leaping high into the air, double jumping and then trying to slam the bat down on her.]
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[ damn it all!
the words have barely left her mouth before he takes off again, leaping high into the air and giving ciri barely a moment to respond. her sword is raised, meeting the attack straight on and pushing back against the force of the other's blow. the two weapons meeting makes a striking sound, sending a shudder down her spine and forcing her to grit her teeth as she pushes back.
she finally has to reach up, pressing her other hand against her sword's blade to help block the attack. stepping back with one foot, she pushes forward with all her strength and lashes out with a kick toward his stomach. ]
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His shoulders ache from the attack, and he's caught totally off guard by the kick. He stumbles back, lowering the bat and wrapping one arm around his stomach. ]
You fight dirty.
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perhaps because this is all because of a mistaken identity and honestly? none of this feels right. ]
There's no such thing as fighting dirty when your life is on the line. [ she smiles, lifting her blade and falling into stance. ] I'm just getting started.
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so i herd u liek murder
At least, he didn't think so.
Regardless, he didn't know who this man in blue was, and he didn't particularly care. All he knew was the man had to die. He knew it like he'd been issued an order, like he'd been briefed for a mission, even though it had only come from inside his own head. Still, at a loss for his reason in being here at all, he latched on to the thought and interpreted it as mission.
So here he was, stalking the man in blue from the shadows. He could kill him quickly, but there was a certain sense of satisfaction that came from the hunt, from simply having a target to pursue, and the soldier, while generally deadly in his efficiency, wanted to savor the feeling while it lasted.
And the target was nearly completely unaware of his presence, which was mildly entertaining. He could shoot him right now and the target would have no idea what had happened. But he wouldn't. Because he rather enjoyed the thought of the target knowing he was being hunted. And really, killing him right now would be too easy.
So the soldier followed, watching, learning about his target.
That's me! BLU "Murder" Scout.
It was the feeling he got when he was being stalked by a Spy, silently invisibly following him around and waiting for the prime opportunity to strike. Still acting ever so unperturbed he moved from the middle of the street to near the spires, awkwardly trying to keep his back to the wall while still trying to look completely nonchalant about it.
Anyone in a five mile radius would be instantly suspicious.
He kept walking until he came to a break in the buildings, darting around the corner and then breaking into an inhumanly fast run.
Just in case.
wow this is late i'm so sorry
He could have tried to chase, but a moment's watching proved that the man was, in fact, too fast for him.
Well. He didn't need to catch him right then. He could wait. It would be harder to kill him when he was suspicious anyway. The soldier was patient.
So he turned and went his own way.
The city wasn't very big. He'd find the man again in a day or two, see if he'd let down his guard in that time.
No worries. :D
He had only ventured out because he was hungry. But he kept his bat at the ready and his pistol within easy reach in his waistband. Everyone in the cave was being freaking weird, and he'd seen a few fights break out for no reason.
Well more fights than usual, and with people instead of monsters.
He'd gotten some food, tucked his bat through the straps of his bag across his back and was returning home. He was still uneasy, but wasn't expecting anything to jump out of the shadows in the next few minutes.
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All well and good, he was a sniper. All he needed was to get his target in his crosshairs. He'd only need one bullet.
So he waited, stalking the cave, looking for his target. When he finally found him again, he had to decide what to do. While it would be satisfying to kill him up close, he couldn't risk the target bolting again, losing him for another few days.
As much as the soldier liked the hunt, he had to kill him as soon as he got the opportunity.
He finally found his target again. He had a bat. Hilarious. As if a bat could protect him. The soldier smiled from the shadows, a small, cold, deadly smile.
It would take him a couple minutes to find the perfect vantage, creeping in the shadows until he had an excellent shot. He raised his gun, aimed, and fired--straight at the back of his target's head.
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Walking in a vague serpentine pattern as if that would somehow prevent the Spy he thought was creeping around from stabbing him in the back, he was conserving his energy for when he needed to make a run for it. Unfortunately he wasn't going to get the chance to do so.
He tumbled forward, dead in an instant from the headshot even the Sniper on his team would have been impressed with. Well, would have given a vague nod in acknowledgement which was about as impressed as he got. The paper bag of groceries Scout had been carrying scattered everywhere, displaying his elegant culinary style of only getting ingredients to make tacos.
Somehow he manged to go down splayed in every direction and with his hat still on, almost like he'd died this way before.
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Yup. He was dead, alright. Impressive that his hat was still on.
He felt a strange... lessening as he stared at the corpse of his target, and realized abruptly that he had no idea why he had felt such need to kill this man. It was very strange. And he didn't like it much.
But still, the deed was done. He glanced at the groceries.
Well. No sense in wasting them.
He gathered up the scattered ingredients and went on his way, leaving the corpse behind him.
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Cibo didn't want to startle him. Though it seemed inevitable, especially with how jumpy everyone has been. Except she's terribly calm. The worst thing to do is freak out and lose her sense of self, she imagines. She needs to stay focused in order to pick out who is a threat; Who might be hunting her down. But she also can't ignore that burning in her chest to hurt someone too...
Not this guy huddled in this alley though. He's safe. For now.
"Are you hurt?"
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"Nah. Whoever's out there can't catch me." Even with as much bravado as he has, his voice wavers a little. He's not fully confident in his ability to stay alive when he didn't know what was happening and who was coming after him.
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She takes a place beside him, getting down. Clearly he's trying to stay out of sight. Drawing attention to herself wouldn't help him any. This puts her a little close to him.
"Why not head inside somewhere? Or get a bodyguard? A partner?"
Literally anything. This is going to be a rough month without a buddy system.
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"I dunno, I think being inside is worse. At least out here I got lots of places to run to." He pauses while he thinks about what he just said. "Not that I'm gonna run, but you know. Keeping my options open or whaddeva. I'm not a coward."
He swallows hard, both nervous because someone is trying to kill him and because this is the closest he's been to a woman in well... ever.
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Staring down the street, her smile relaxes.
"I know what you mean though. Open spaces. Needing places to run to."
It wasn't too long ago that her whole lifestyle was based on running away from everything that could possibly go bump in the night in order to keep herself breathing for the next day. Now she's right back in it again. Without her teammate. Her best friend. Her...
"About that partner...?"
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obnoxiousirresistible pick up lines, but he's honestly frazzled enough to not be able to word it properly."You got a weapon or anything? Know how to use a gun?"
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As frazzled as he may be, she hopes that it lightens his mood.
"Not with... modern weapons. But they seem simple enough. I'm more of a close combat kind of person."
A gesture to the baton strapped to her hip.
"Better with this."
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"But I mean, I'm not gonna chase you off if you wanna stick around. Safety in numbers or whaddeva." Which is about as close as he'll ever get to admitting he needs any sort of help. Even at his worst his ego is big enough to fill Fenway Park.
"Heh. Kinda like a bat. Sorta. I like it."
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bow chicka bow wow
cibolicious, but she aint promiscuous
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