Event Log: Assassin

[hadrielmods]

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!

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!

Comments

Emily - a handful of murderous starters

[unfollowing]

April 15 or 16 - Enter the Murderer - Closed to Dorian, Jess, Glacius, and Ashley

[Emily is coming back to the house from a supply run. She's got a backpack full of coffee and canned vegetables (she's not brave enough yet to try the meat) and whatever fabric and sewing supplies she could find (not many, but she can start small, piece together a few doll-sized garments maybe?), and for all that she might seem to be scowling, she's in a pretty decent mood.

Which of course means that someone is going to dick her over, lending more credibility to the idea that Emily is just always mad. She's not, okay? Everyone else makes her mad.

She's more aware of her surroundings since that night on the mountain and the wendigo thing here, but she's definitely no match for someone with actual skills, so she's on her way as if nothing at all were going to happen to her (nobody expects sudden a murder attempt), close enough to the house that she will be very clearly heard if she screams.

Good luck, Emily.]


April 17 - Birth of Kuchisake Emily - closed to UD house

That fucker is going to get it.

[Since the makeup here is the cheapest of the cheap, Emily doesn't feel bad using it to draw on her face so it looks like her mouth is slit open from ear to ear, or to heavily line her eyes and make the slant of her eyebrows more severe, or to use blood-red lipstick to paint her lips and to simulate blood.

With the scraps of fabric she has gathered from the shops, she has fashioned herself a face mask (all white, in Emily's case) to wear, which lies off the the side of the makeup on the kitchen table, because of course she's doing it downstairs and not in her room. She has been munching on a pretty decent salad and having coffee for most of the day as she works on becoming the most badass fucking revenge ghost she remembers from her uncle's stories.]

Asshole thinks he can get away with being a fucking moron by coding goddamn Pong and shit? Piece of shit.

[She has also spent most of the day grumbling rather loudly about the focus of her rage. She hasn't even stopped to question why she is so full of hatred for Rhys, but really, why should she question it? He's nerdy, he's pathetic, and he did absolutely nothing to help when she and all the other unfortunates here were turning into wendigos. That Pong thing? Yeah, she's personally offended by that.]

Fucker's gonna wish he'd never shown his face anywhere.

[And by now, her housemates know that Emily intends to attack whoever goes after one of them. She's aware that this anger thing seems to be going around, but she still doesn't see it as irrational because fuck that Rhys guy, and fuck that asshole who tried to kill her, and fuck whoever goes after her friends.

Fuck everyone, basically, but especially those people. And definitely Rhys.

Sorry about her, UD house. You can try to talk her down, or you can try to help her out, or you can just hang out with her as she plots literal murder with a side of scring-the-shit-out-of.]


April 18-20 - Kuchisake Emily Sightings / possible murder attempts - open (murder attempts closed to Rhys)

[She wanders around with that mask on, glaring at everyone who looks at her, but don't worry. Emily won't attack you unless you attack her first.

Unless you're Rhys. If you're Rhys, you're fucked. She's got a kitcchen knife in the oversized jacket she's wearing (big pockets, yeees), and she is so past being afraid of using it. If for some reason she were to be unable to get to the knife, though, she's going full-on catfight on her assailant (and if you're Rhys, expect a knee to the balls, NOT SORRY).

Approach at your own risk, unless she approaches you first, at which point she will demand,] Where's Rhys?

April 16

[sparkler]

[Dorian is no different - heading back to his own house after rummaging through one of the shops, looking for decent clothing. It's never easy, here, but he's found a few items that will do until he can find something better.

And then he see someone, and - he's seen her around, he thinks, here and there, but they've never spoken. Still, something about her seems strangely familiar. And the expression on her face - Dorian doesn't know why he's suddenly angry, but he is, and it strikes so quickly that he doesn't have time to second-guess it. He steps forward, hand suddenly tight on his staff.

What was she doing? Stealing, maybe? Getting up to some sort of nonsense that will put them all in danger? Probably. Almost certainly.]

Where do you think you're going?

[unfollowing]

[Nothing about this guy's tone or posture say he has any intention of being friendly. Even if he seemed less aggressive, Emily doesn't take kindly to people making demands of her.

She turns to him, glaring, standing straight because fuck you, stranger, she's not scared of you.]

Who's asking?

[sparkler]

[Rude, too. The suspicion grows in Dorian's mind - she's definitely doing something she shouldn't be. After all, if she weren't, wouldn't she be more polite, more friendly? There's no reason to be so hostile. Not unless she's up to something.

It makes perfect sense.]

I don't give my name to those whose lives I must end, generally.

[And he has to, doesn't he? If she's endangering the safety of others here, if she is a threat to all of them - well, Dorian is no hero, but he does what must be done. He raises his staff, and in a moment a ball of fire is flying at her.]

[unfollowing]

[Whoa what the fuck.]

Excuse me? [Emily has met some pretty nasty people (none worse than her, but still), but this is... fucking above and beyond.] Did you just--

[But she doesn't get the chance to finish asking if he did, in fact, threaten to kill her, when it becomes abundantly fucking clear that he did.

Emily lunges to her left, out of the way of the fucking FIREBALL this asshole just threw at her, screaming bloody murder because holy SHIT.]

HOLY SHIT, asshole! What the fuck is your problem!

[sparkler]

[What's his problem? It seems clear to Dorian that he doesn't have a problem, that in fact what he's doing here is solving a problem. Her problem. He doesn't see any reason to justify himself - Dorian rarely does, when he's fighting an enemy who deserves it.

On some level, he's not completely certain she does deserve it. She didn't attack him, after all. But maybe she was about to? Or someone else, less able to fight back?]

Hold still. Make this easy, won't you?

[And he casts another spell, this time an explosion of fire that bursts very near her.]

[unfollowing]

[Oh hell no. Emily did not survive a run through a freaky-ass mine and getting chased, bitten by a wendigo, and turning into one (and being killed and revived from that) in this hellhole for some fucker to decide for no good reason to want to kill her with fire.

So she leaps away from the explosion, screaming bloody murder. The blast is strong enough that it knocks her further away than she could've jumped by herself, and hot enough that she's probably sustained a few burns on her arm. She'll check later, though. For now, it's a little more important to fucking make it out of this alive.

Which is hard when she's on the ground and she hurts from the fall and te blast this asshole shot at her and this primal fear is pumping through her with every loud, thudding heartbeat.]

Stay away!!

[Oh god, she doesn't want to die like this.]

April 19

[unitas]

[ It's an unusual sight to spot a woman in such clothes, face partially obscured by what appears to be a surgical mask. It's such a sight that Sharon stares, and when Emily approaches, Sharon actually laughs out loud. ]

What the fuck? [ Another laugh. ] You look fucking crazy, and I wouldn't tell you where your own mother was!

[unfollowing]

[That is not the reaction or answer Emily is looking for. She narrows her eyes at the woman.] Don't you know you're not supposed to laugh at crazies? If I were really Kuchisake Onna, you'd be fucking dead right now.

[But this is obviously not Rhys, so Emily sighs and relaxes a little, pulling off her mask. She doesn't look pretty under there (that's 100% part of the trick), but whatever. She's too busy being mad at Rhys to be properly mad at this lady.]

I have business with that asshole. He's such a wimp, he'll probably shit his pants when he sees me in this getup.

[Damn that'll be funny.]

[unitas]

[ Underneath the mask, the other teen's face is a total wreck. It's clearly makeup, but startle someone, and they probably won't be one to look too closely. She's really not sure who Rhys is, but good luck to him. ]

So, you want to scare the shit out of him? What'd he do to you?

[unfollowing]

I want to kick his ass. [Said casually, as if it were the most normal thing to just throw out there.] He's a total shitheel. Who the fuck sees half the people in this hellhole and thinks, "yeah, this is totally my time to shine, look at the stupid fucking game I coded for your phones!"

[That's the main thing that comes to mind about him. The only thing, actually. Well, unless she counts the few times Chris has mentioned needing to ask him questions when it came to coding those emojis. Though really, who wouldn't be mad at that asshole?]

[unitas]

You want to kick his ass... because he made pong? [ Sharon says it slowly as if she's trying to get this straight, nodding her head. Man, Emily, do you realize how silly that sounds? Sharon knows they're all being affected by Rage (simmering heat in her belly is always Rage), but, man, do they come up with fucked up reasons to beat the snot out of one another.

Not that Sharon has much room to talk, hunting down another teenager like some cute version of Freddy Krueger, minus the dream haunting. ]

Well, I don't know where the fuck he is, or where he lives, so I guess you'll have to keep stalking around like a freak until you find him. [ and probably scare the pants off a couple of folks. ]

[unfollowing]

In the middle of a fucking wendigo crisis. [GOD, Sharon. Don't you fucking get it????]

Whatever. If you see him, tell him he's fucked.

[Scaring others will be good for a laugh, at least. But for now, there's nothing more to be said here, so Emily puts her mask back on and stalks away.]

17th

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris just wants a snack.

But when he enters the kitchen, the sight he's met with is... Bizarre. Like everyone else he has an idea of what's going on, even if he's fortunately not had any encounters with anyone that wants to murder him or anyone he has the sudden desire to murder himself, but this is still... Weird. And the whole event going on makes it not just weird but a little scary.]

Uh... Em?

[He'll just kind of stay back here in the doorway for the moment. Her muttering about Rhys all day has given him a pretty good idea of her who target is, but he's still going to be cautious; he's a little overly nervous about friends deciding to go on revenge plans, especially elaborate ones.]

[unfollowing]

[She's about half done with her make-up when Chris calls to her, the outlines of the slit mouth done on both cheeks, though only her left side has any detail to it. It's not great, but she's better at this than drawing emojis, probably because it's just make-up and she's pretty much mastered the concepts by now.

Looking up, she arches a very dark, very dramatic eyebrow at him.]

What.

[thechoiceisyours]

Um...

[Normally he'd have some sort of witty and teasing comment to make here, but somehow it just doesn't seem like a good idea at the exactly moment.]

W-What are you um... Doing, exactly?

[Because he wants to know if this is harmless--at least to him and the rest of the house--levels of weird, or he-should-be-super-worried weird.]

[unfollowing]

[Seriously?]

I'm plotting murder.

[Duh.]

Why not have a little fun while I'm at it? Figured I could scare the shit out of Rhys before I kick his ass.

[thechoiceisyours]

Great. Sure. Of course.

[Everything about this creeps him out, and he's sure what he plans to say isn't going to work, but--]

You know that like... Rhys doesn't exactly deserve to be murdered, right?

[unfollowing]

['Deserve'. Tch. What does Chris know? ...sure, it makes logical sense that Rhys doesn't deserve it, but she just-- she just can't help it. She'd seen him a day or two ago and just been hit by the unquestionable desire to claw his face off and just-- kill him. And she can't explain it, but it feels right, and Emily is always right.]

You're just defending him because he's a nerd.

[Except Rhys is so much fucking nerdier, and it's infuriating.]

[hybridification]

[Woah.

He's in the middle of a coffee run, which involves a lot more ninja ducks and rolls and a lot fewer open confrontations with people, but he can't help but to gape at Emily's getup. It's foreign in a way that should be ridiculous, but somehow manages to be creepy as hell, and Rhys stumbles backward when he sees her, tripping over a rock and nearly falling.

He catches himself at the last possible moment but it's a wash, he's made too much noise. Rhys bites his lip and shrinks back, his face pinched into an expression of worry, of fear.]

...sorry. Uh, for the noise. Everything is fine. We're all fine here. You're fine... right?

[unfollowing]

[Catching a glimpse of him earlier in the week had awakened all Emily's well-honed anger, but seeing him now, hearing his annoying-ass voice -- damn, she almost forgets she has a plan here.]

Yeah. I'm great.

[Never better, as she smirks behind her mask.]

Hey... do you think I'm pretty?

[hybridification]

Um...

[Things that sound like a trick question: this.

Rhys blinks, taking a little step back at the smirk, because this isn't in the game plan. Rhys doesn't even think he recognizes her at all, but something seems sort of familiar here. Not that any of that really matters when she's five seconds away from scaring the shit out of him, but whatever.]

I think... I mean, I don't think that you should seek validation from people you don't even know, right, with standards of beauty being as impossible to attain as they are, you really need to just look inside yourself and figure out a good answer for your own confidence... you know?

[unfollowing]

[Well, at least that's still a wrong answer.

And at least he can see her massive eyeroll, since the mask only covers her mouth and nose.]

That's nice and all, but you're just as full of shit as everyone else is on the subject.

[She pulls off her masks, revealing grotesque slit-mouth makeup that makes her look like she's giving him a nasty, demonic grin.]

How about now, bitch?

[hybridification]

[THIS IS UNFORTUNATE because Rhys actually thought that that was a pretty well-considered answer. He wasn't being a dick about it, and, you know, it wasn't really anything that isn't true. He's not sure what else this chick wants from him before she takes off her own mask and Rhys' eyes widen almost comically.]

Ohhhh, crap.

[That's not good. He stumbles backward, definitely set on running if he can, because this isn't good, none of this is good.

He kind of forgot there was a question involved. Being terrified out of your mind will do that to you.]

[unfollowing]

[Yes. Stumble. Fall. Be easy to kill. It doesn't matter that she doesn't actually know this guy. Emily just needs to kill him. Her life will be better if Rhys is dead. The thought is so firmly wedged into her mind that she doesn't even question it, not even when her housemates told her this was ridiculous.

No, fuck that. Emily is always right, and right now, what's right is to kill Rhys.

Or at least hurt him a little.

She doesn't reach just yet for the knife she's carrying, instead lunging in to hook an arm around his neck and hold him like Maketh taught her. (It still reminds Emily of some lucha libre move, but it feels really badass to at least try to do.) If she succeeds, she'll absolutely one hundred percent try to knee him in the balls or in the stomach -- whichever she connects with, she'll be good with. If not, then she will chase after him if he runs, or aim a kick at him if he falls.]