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...

► This log covers April 15th-23rd.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
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► Did your assassin catch up to you? Please remember to hit up our death post!

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"I don't know who you are referring to, Krieg. I'd help you if I could." Liquid felt at a loss as to who Krieg meant. A girl of some sort. Had he injured her? Or even killed her?

"Did you kill this girl, Krieg?"

"No. No. No no no NO NO!"

He seizes his axe with both hands, eye rolling crazily, and slams the blade into his head. His mask absorbs the brunt of the damage, but it makes his vision go cloudy and his ears ring. He staggers, unbalanced.

Clear sight. Clear head. All murky, but clearer than it's all been in a long time. Gotta kill her. Can't stop it. Can't stop can't stop can't stop.

"Can't make it all stop! You - you don't get to judge me!" He totters, braces a hand against the nearest vertical surface. "NO ONE CAN JUDGE ME!"

Liquid frowned when Krieg went to hit his own head with his axe. What was he doing?!

"Don't do that you'll hurt yourself!" He went out to grab Krieg's hand to stop himself from hitting himself again. The man wasn't well. That was plain to see. Not his usual mad self but a pained man who couldn't control what he was doing.

"Is someone making you feel like way? Krieg, I want to help you." Liquid put his hand on the other man's shoulder and hoped that he wouldn't end up losing it in the process.

Krieg snatches his hand out of Liquid's grip, shying away from the contact, but he can't entirely shake the other man's apparent need to help him when that hand goes to his shoulder. He misses the voice in his brain. He misses the voice in his brain. He never misses it, but it says things, it reminds him that he's not all alone, not all hopeless. Wretched little hateful monster now, and who's his only friend? Someone who doesn't know what he's done. What he's going to do.

"Can't think." He grips at his head. "I'm gonna drown in her blood and we'll die! We'll all die! We die once we take one that wasn't begging for the axe!"

Where's the voice? Where's the voices? They should be speaking up so he can tell them to shut their faces! But there's nothing in his head but silence.

And he hates it.

Liquid half expected his hand to be torn away by Krieg, since his state of mind wasn't right. He kept shouting about blood and dying. Not in the normal way of killing things though. This was different and Liquid didn't like it one bit.

"We're not going to die, Krieg. No one is. It's just this place messing with your mind. I've felt the same thoughts you have about killing people. It's not us, it's them. The gods. They're doing this to us." He tried to get through to the raging man. He had to before he did something foolish and killed an innocent civilian.

"They don't kill me! I kill me!" He tries to lock onto Liquid's stare but his eye's focus is watery, and he can't get everything to stay still. Braining himself with his own buzz-axe really makes a head ring.

He kills him, or the they or the we or the he, he can't remember, he can't remember who's who in this silly little head of his, everything just gets all muddled and cross-eyed.

"We break the rules! We all burn!"

Liquid couldn't understand Krieg's rage so had to sigh. Yet, he wasn't about to give up in defeat. He hated losing. Perhaps if he tried to calm the large man down somehow? Even if that did sound like a hopeless quest.

"We? Why do we burn, Krieg? I do not see any fire. The gods are messing around in your mind, Krieg. Fight them. It's the best thing you do. Take control of yourself."

"We break the rules, we break the rules." He squeezes his eye shut, spilling it all out in an endless litany of desperation.

If he had that voice in his head he could pull himself together, focus on binding everything into one so he could utter a coherent statement, but he's lost that luxury because everything's deadly quiet in his horrible head.

"The innocent burn, we all burn!"

"No one's going to burn, Krieg. I won't let anyone burn us. We'll fight whomever wishes to fight us." Liquid wondered who Krieg was talking about. He'd help defend his friend if he life was in danger. He'd already heard of the dangers within the cave so Liquid was going to be prepared.

"The rules are made by these gods and I don't believe we should be following them. Don't worry, Krieg. We'll fight them."

Krieg's vocabulary is too stunted for him to be at all articulate regarding what his lesser half has sworn to do to him should he try to kill anyone who isn't deserving.

But fighting - fighting he understands.

"Make them pay," he agrees with a vigorous jerk of his head.

"Don't worry, Krieg. We WILL make them pay. Together. How does that sound?" Liquid wanted revenge. He lived on revenge. It was what drove him.

He locks eyes with Liquid despite the haziness of his brain.

"Goooooood." The word peels itself out slowly, painfully, but the sentiment is sincere.

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