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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!
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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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Being hunted, on the other hand. That's nothing new to her. She knows how to survive that one.
Then she stands.* Staying close to him, her hand unclips the baton to snap it to its full thirty inches. Not quite as long as his bat, but it still gets her up close and personal with the enemy.
"We shouldn't stay in the same place for too long."
* [ see icon for visual~ ]
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"Yea. Uh. Right. That sounds good." He's staring and he knows it. Using every ounce of willpower he possesses he stands up himself glancing back out into the street. "That's pretty... pretty... Yeah."
cibolicious, but she aint promiscuous
"It's clear."
Collapsing the baton to clip it back onto her waist, Cibo then very carefully rolls her left shoulder as she waits for him to follow her out. Even if this were only for a short time, having someone to travel around with feels right. It feels familiar. It brings back memories.
"You seem a little nervous."
Okay. Maybe she noticed.
"You aren't worried, are you?"
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"No way. This is gonna be easy peasy." Like hell it is, he's pretty sure he's being stalked, everyone is being freaking weird, and he's having trouble keeping his raging hormones at bay.
"Got a plan for where you wanna go? Just you know.. curious."
Because he sure as hell doesn't have any ability to strategize.
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"I thought the park. We'll have enough room to see anyone coming. Plenty of good spots to hunker down for a little while."
Besides. That's still a place on her own subconscious checklist she hasn't looked for her own target.
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He's been to the park on a few occasions, it's a good place to jog without running into yeti's or other weird cave monsters. No monsters are distracting this guy from his 5-minute miles.
"So what's the deal with this? Everyone trying to kill everyone else or sumthin?"
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Cibo can probably get all sorts of scientific with theories and ideas to what could be making everyone go off the wire. Maybe she shouldn't lead with that though. After all, the more reasonable explanation is the least scientific she can think of.
"Yeah. I think it's some sort of game that the gods decided would be entertaining. Just try not to kill anyone... Or get killed."
She finds a spot beside trees and bushes to kneel behind. Time for a smooth change of subject:
"How fast did you say you were?"
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"Game? I thought the gods were all about getting stuff for their temples and whaddeva? Like monsters and crap. I think I saw that on the phones." Before he turned into a monster himself, but he's never talking about that again.
Instead he grins, finally they're talking about him again. Best subject ever. He tugs his hat low over his eyes and darts away, double jumping over another hedge and parkouring off a tree. He's fast. Not inhumanly so, but he'd be winning any Olympics he entered. With a flourish he does a somersault over a small tree and then cautiously slinks back.
At least he has the foresight to not double jump into their hiding spot.
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"Not bad," she teases with a grin. "Might even be able to keep up with me."
Sure. Let's challenge the professional runner. Let's feed that big ol' ego.