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!
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► 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

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Words in her head lose shape between her brain to her lips. So there's no objection or explanation as he helps her down to the floor, using the wall against her back for support.

If he's applying any sort of pressure to the wound through the suit when she's finally on the ground, she takes her tingling fingers to weakly move him away for a moment. The fraying material breaks away with sentience to expose the gash plus a few inches, as well as the smaller wounds (and an inch around those) from a shotgun blast scattered across her torso. The worst of the bleed is clearly over as the almost-black blood is starting to coagulate in dark chunks.

While it's nice to just lean her head back and relax, it's hard to resist closing her eyes and going to sleep. At least she can focus on words more clearly. ]

Do what you can. [ Very calmly. ] Please.

[ Now she takes the opportunity to get a look at her rescuer. Yep. That sure is a large blob of orange... armor? And he's way calm about this. How is he so calm about this? ]

You're... [ Give her a second. She can't find the word. ] —human?

[decryptify]

Average every-day human. [ He'd be winking at her, if she could see it under his helmet. ] I'm just dressed like a robot.

[ York is calm because he's always calm, because he's practiced at being calm in the most terrible of situations -- and really, as far as injuries go, you get used to seeing them after a while, when you're a soldier fighting an endless war. He crouches down next to her as she settles on the floor, trying to give her a little space while staying close enough to help if she needs anything, when -- the material breaks away on its own, something that catches his eye.

And more than that, there's the way that too-dark blood is lumping and drying, the way the bleeding has almost seemed to stop itself, and well, D. What do you make of that?

He pauses for a moment, as if considering. ]

Are you? [ Half in jest, but maybe half not. Who knows, with this place, with what he's seeing? His voice is light, either way, and with a smooth motion he activates something in his armor, holds out his hand where there's some kind of faded ball of green light, pulsing slowly in his palm. ] 'Cause I'm not sure how much this'll do, otherwise.

[watashinonamaewa]

[ Her first guess was definitely going to be robot. Most humans freak out with wounds this bad. And when the suit breaks away and reveals what's really there, she catches a reaction she was originally expecting. Half-jested remark or not.

The test-tube cloned, augmented body that it is, somewhere in there is still a little bit of human. A little bit. She wonders, as much as she can focus on a single thought at this moment, what he would say if she told him that. Then again, she didn't have to say it like that right now. Did she? ]

Try it anyway...?

[ Whatever the light is, though it may not have the same full effect, she hopes at least seals up the wound long enough for her to get proper stitches. ]

[decryptify]

[ Another motion with his hand, and he just sets the light down next to her, pulsing faintly, and she might be able to feel a bit of a warmth moving through her body. Without Delta, the accelerated healing unit isn't really all that accelerated, but if it's enough to stabilize someone in critical condition and -- over time, at least -- bring them back, he figures this it's still worth using. ]

It's a slow working thing, but it should still do something. [ Unless, of course, she's not human enough for it to do that, and -- who knows. Either way she's bleeding, clearly hurt, and that's enough information for York to decide that he wanted to try and help. ] How're you feeling?

[ And he maybe starts to run a quick bioscan in his helmet, both to just check on her condition and if there's anything else other than the gaping wound in her side -- and to see, well. What else he gets out of the scan. ]

[watashinonamaewa]

[ With where it is beside her, it soothes the tenderness of the tear in her body within minutes. Even if that's all it did the entire, Cibo would be content hanging out with this warm little light all day. The clotting does its thing very slowly. Maybe with the assistance of the light it works a little faster. From the looks of it, it won't get much further than scabbing over. Maybe forming that new layer of skin underneath. Who knows this soon anyway?

That BioScan reads up with the few other spots that shotgun nicked her. They seem to be fine in comparison, already scabbed up with the help of the light. Her heart didn't seem to ever hit hypovolemic shock, despite the amount of blood she lost. In fact it seems pretty calm, if not only a little weak with the trauma. It's definitely still pumping.

It may also pick up the blips and pings of the augmentation in her brain, the nano-tech laced throughout the blood, or the various ports embedded into the skin all around her body that all link up to her nervous system. It's all on a different frequency; one that seems so out of range it might glitch the BioScan up for a second. It would provide that solid evidence that she certainly isn't entirely human. ]

Hm. Better. I think.

[ That ringing finally wears away. And it's suddenly much easier to focus on words. ]

Thanks for your help.

[decryptify]

[ Without Delta to help analyze the readings of the scan, he can't be entirely certain on the -- unusual things he's getting, and especially when the entire thing seems to glitch for a moment. York might stall for a moment, confused, but if he's bothered by the fact that she might not be entirely human, it doesn't really show.

The healing unit does seem to be helping, and he just stays there crouched on one knee by her side, watching and monitoring her condition through the readout in his HUD. There are other wounds, but they're much lighter in comparison, already steadying and healing up, and for all her obvious blood loss, it seems like it hadn't been enough to cause too much trouble. ]

Don't worry about it. [ A tip of his head, a friendly gesture -- she won't be able to see his smile through the visor, after all. ] We'll just let you rest here a while more with my healing unit, and if you know the way, I can get you somewhere to get some stitches or whatever else you might need.

You got a name?

a week later at 2am, sorry :c

[watashinonamaewa]

[ She can't agree more to the idea of stitches. And her light head comes back to solid ground after the bleed stops with the help of the healing unit. A few more minutes and her situational awareness kicks in, enough to evaluate the wound before the suit reaches across the skin to seal it away beneath the material. And to get a better look at her guardian.

There really is no reading him through that helmet. ] Cibo. I'm sure that isn't the only question you have for me...? [ A little joking. Mostly not.

Her hand reaches back to brace the wall, though she doesn't seem physically prepared to move just yet. ]

life happens s'cool

[decryptify]

Hey, hey -- [ Just immediately moving closer as she braces a hand against the wall, hooking an arm under hers and to help steady her even though she hasn't actually made any real move to stand. ] No need to rush. You should probably stay put for a while, yet.

The name's York. [ He's smiling under the helmet, not that Cibo would be able to tell, but it's there in his voice, in his demeanor, the slight tip of his head. Does he have more to ask? Well, yeah, sure he's certainly curious, honestly maybe less about her apparent not-quite-humanity and more about that self-healing suit.

Maybe that should bother him more. But the way he sees it, York's already in a whole damned different world, and he's going to have to get used to seeing all sorts of strange things he's probably not seen before. Everyone here came from different worlds of their won, and who even knows what's out there. ]

Guess you could color me at least a little curious about that suit -- and about you self-healin' a little all on your own.

[watashinonamaewa]

[ She takes that into consideration. A much needed voice of reason that she decides to acknowledge. Her hand pulls from the wall to rest on his arm supporting her. ]

Suit is nano tech. It links with me and acts involuntarily to my needs for the most part. Normally it would get me through a fight like that. Except I took a pretty nasty hit and it malfunctioned, I guess. [ She really has no idea how that happened. But it did. ] Now it's just putting pressure until I get those stitches.

And I- [ She has small worries for what he'll think. ] My own nano tech prioritizes blocking bleeds, like you probably saw. And pumping in adrenaline so I can get away. Only I lost too much too fast, which made it a little harder to do. Luckily you found me before I passed out.