hadriel_logs | 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!

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...

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[Barnaby's growiling now, that low rumbling sound that makes people think about monsters in the dark, and his ruff is all the way up. The first time Miriam saw it, she thought it looked kinda cool - like Barnaby had a mohawk, all the sudden.

It means something else, though. Miriam knows that now. She takes a step back, eyes never leaving the woman. There's real hate on the lady's face, like she's thinking about killing somebody and Miriam just happens to be in her eye-line.

Not good.]

I didn't do anything.

[One step back, two steps back, Barnaby shadowing her all the way - just one more, and she'll have enough of a head-start to make a run for it.]

[Every inch of muscle in her entire body has gone stiff. Rey isn't armed with any weapons, but she doesn't need to. It would be easy enough to bash the girl's brains in with her own hands. That would be wrong, though. Her brother's voice is an echo inside her head, telling her that it's wrong. Except she doesn't need her brother to tell her this anymore. She knows. SHE KNOWS...

[She clutches her chest, her fingers digging into the old wound that she had walked away from only a few days ago. It should be mostly healed now, but if she opens it, she should be able to focus her attention elsewhere. Not on how much she wants to make this girl bleed.]

Run. [Speaking is hard. Between the pure red rage and the pain she's now inflicting on herself, it's like a thousand needles stabbing into her tongue.] Get home or somewhere safe. Something's happening out here.

[It's taking every bit of willpower she has right now just to remain composed enough to talk to someone that she, right now, hates more than anything. It isn't right, she knows. There are people by far more deserving of this emotion than the girl.]

[Barnaby snaps a warning in Rey's direction, teeth bared. Miriam doesn't think to question the order - it is an order, she's not stupid - just grabs his harness and runs. Puts her head down and bolts toward town. She can find a place to hide in the buildings, call somebody to come get her. It's fine it's fine everything is fine she just needs to hide.]

[Rey may not have spent much time around animals, but she knows a warning when she sees one. It doesn't take a genius animal lover to figure out that the dog means to protect its master, and would be willing to kill and maim to do so.

[Even as the girl runs, it's difficult not to give chase. To keep her legs rooted to the earth. She has a job to do. She has to kill her-- no, no, nonono. Concentrate on the pain. This pain. Rey digs her fingers into the bandages in her chest to keep her mind on that, not the girl whose neck she is just dying to snap. Blood begins to seep through the bandages and her shirt as she continues to ground her mind.]

Am not going to kill for you. Won't. [She mutters, knowing that this feeling isn't hers. It's coming from somewhere else.

[Well, she won't deliver. Not today.]

[The lady doesn't give chase. Yet. Miriam darts into the first house she finds, throws something in front of the door, and immediately sends out an SOS. Then promptly dives under a stranger's long abandoned bed and hides there, hugging Barnaby.]

Event Log: Assassin

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that video is oddly cute and terrifying at the same time

preeeety much - my old dog does the same thing

aw. man, i love rots <3

they're so cute with their eyebrow dots :D