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

[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.]