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]

[Oh hell no. Emily did not survive a run through a freaky-ass mine and getting chased, bitten by a wendigo, and turning into one (and being killed and revived from that) in this hellhole for some fucker to decide for no good reason to want to kill her with fire.

So she leaps away from the explosion, screaming bloody murder. The blast is strong enough that it knocks her further away than she could've jumped by herself, and hot enough that she's probably sustained a few burns on her arm. She'll check later, though. For now, it's a little more important to fucking make it out of this alive.

Which is hard when she's on the ground and she hurts from the fall and te blast this asshole shot at her and this primal fear is pumping through her with every loud, thudding heartbeat.]

Stay away!!

[Oh god, she doesn't want to die like this.]

[glacius]

[As Emily scrabbles backwards on the ground away from her assailant, her hand will fall on something cold. Should she look up, she'll see that someone has come to her aid, though it's probably not anyone she'd been expecting: a massive alien towers above her, powerfully built, his body coated in ice. Glacius doesn't yet know about Rage's game; his attention had been drawn by Dorian's explosive spell, and all he sees here is one human attempting to prey on another. It's the savagery he's come to expect from the species, and he cannot abide it.

The alien takes on sure step forward, then another, until he is positioned between Emily and Dorian. At that point he extends one arm out to the side; the limb appears to liquefy strangely, shifting shape until it has re-solidified into a long and sharp blade. He doesn't level it at Dorian yet--he'd really rather resolve this peacefully if at all possible--but the threat is there if the man decides he wants to do this the hard way.]

Leave the girl alone. [The alien's voice is low but firm, as he levels a glare Dorian's way.] No one has to get hurt.

[sparkler]

Is that something you truly believe? People always get hurt.

[It's strange, though, and it gives Dorian pause. He doesn't understand why he feels no ill will toward Glacius, despite the fact that he stands between Dorian and his target. The creature is odd, to be sure, like an ice elemental or a demon or something of the sort, but Dorian has no real desire to hurt him - what reason would there be?

But the girl. The girl, he needs to destroy, for the sake of all of them. And he doesn't understand why, and that bothers him, because Dorian is a scholar and a researcher and he wants the answer to things.]

She can't be left alive. She's a danger.

[He says the words like he's testing them out, like he's not sure, because he isn't anymore.]

[glacius]

Maybe your people do, [Glacius growls out, feeling fed up with humanity and their constant quarreling. He doesn't yet know about Rage's manipulations; all he sees is a man attempting to harm a scared, defenseless individual...

... But Dorian's accusations do give him pause. He doesn't take his eyes off the scholar, not for one second, but he doesn't advance either. He doesn't know either of these individuals... and Emily may not look terribly dangerous, but he know that appearances are not everything. He cannot take sides when he has no bearing on either of these people's affairs.] How? Who does she endanger? If she is a threat, why does she not defend herself? All I see is you attempting to prey on the innocent.

[cowardley]

[ Ashley had hoped the screams were further away, had hoped that they hadn't sounded so familiar, and for a long moment she doesn't dare glance out the window. And then she does, she spots her friend on the ground, ground blackened by fire, and cowardice traps her. But that man sends another fiery blast towards her friend—her friend—and a push of courage sends her racing down the stairs and out the door.

She doesn't know what she's going to do, what she can bring to the table between an ice monster and a man who shoots fire, but she has to try.

That's her thing lately: she has to try.

In moments, she's by Emily's side, kneeling, fingers grasping onto the other girl's jacket. There are burns, Ashley can see them, and her stomach flips with fear and worry and panic. They have to get away. She loops an arm carefully under Emily's armpit, ready to carry her away if she has to. ]

Come on!

[unfollowing]

[Just when Emily thought shit couldn't get weirded, a gigantic guy made of ice steps in front of her. Even for this place, this is new, but she's not going to argue when someone like that is defending her from the asshole with the fireballs.]

Please don't let him hurt me!

[It's high-pitched and desperate, and it's just out of her mouth when Ashley kneels beside her. Emily jumps a little at the unexpected sight, and if not for the fact that there is imminent fucking danger right in front of her, Emily would relax.]

Oh god--!

[She scrambles to her feet, clinging to Ashley, taking a few unsteady steps back as she keeps her eyes locked on the guy who attacked her out of fucking nowhere.]

[sparkler]

[He pauses, then, less because of Glacius' words and more because of Ashley's intervention. Because it's strange - she doesn't seem like a threat. She's clearly not a fighter either, and in the normal course of things Dorian would classify her under 'people who ought to be protected' without a thought.

But in the normal course of things, wouldn't he classify Emily that way, too? Then why does he feel so strongly that she is a threat? She's done nothing that he knows of, but Dorian is sure - absolutely certain - that she should be killed. For the good of them all, the good of the city itself.]

I would never prey on the innocent. Think what you will of me, but that is not the sort of man I am.

[Dorian sounds troubled now, and he doesn't move to attack. He wants to, he thinks it's necessary, but why?]

Do you not see the threat she poses?

[It's not a rhetorical question. If no one else can see it, the fault is with Dorian.]

[glacius]

I do not. [This is said in a very firm voice.] Depsite your attack, she has yet to do anything to try and defend herself. If she was a danger, would she not have lashed out at you already? Would she not have tried to harm the people around her?

[Glacius glowers for a moment more, but then his eyes drop to the blade he has shaped his limb into. He's not really giving Dorian a lot of incentive not to incite conflict, here... perhaps he should set an example. Heaving a sigh, the alien's art liquefies and then reverts to its natural form, and he looks to Dorian again.] If you would not prey on the innocent, then prove it. Show me that my perception of you is wrong.

[sparkler]

[It makes sense, what he's saying. Dorian doesn't want it to make sense, because he doesn't seem able to change how he feels. It's frustrating, unnerving. Upsetting. She does not seem to be a threat, but somehow he's certain that she is.

Dorian is an intelligent man. He cannot control how he feels, but he can at least see that there is something off about it, something abnormal.

He rubs his temple with two fingers. It doesn't make any sense. None of it.]

Get her out of here, if you would, and I will leave as well. I cannot promise that I will be able to stop myself again. I don't understand what's caused this, but -

[He shakes his head, sudden, frustrated.]

I believe she is a threat, but I don't know why. The gods playing tricks again, perhaps.

[unfollowing]

[Emily will do fucking anything to get out of this situation, so as soon as Dorian says he'll leave if she does, she nods.]

Come on, Ash, let's go inside--

[The gods? Oh, of fucking course it's the gods. At the moment, Emily is too scared from this brush with death to be properly angry, so she just keeps backing up towards the house, her hold on Ashley tightening with every step. As soon as she feels brave enough, she'll dash into the house, dragging Ashley with her if she has to.]

[cowardley]

[ Ashley keeps her fingers tight around Emily, almost protective in the way she moves them towards the house, keeping her friend in front of her and mostly out of Dorian's sight. She's not going to argue about any of this, and is just happy to get them out of harms way. ]

[glacius]

[Glacius would be alright with going with Emily and Ashley if his escort would help them feel safer, but as it is his presence is not requested, so he does not want to impede on their space by following without invitation. He remains on the scene a little bit longer, scrutinizing Dorian... the man is behaving very oddly, but at least he's making an effort not to do harm. The control is admirable.]

I do not know what is going on, but... thank you for being reasonable.

[With that he's going to depart. If this really is the work of the gods, he doesn't want Dorian to be turned against him next. For now it seems best to give the man his space, too.]