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

[mismanagement]

[That's not a bad idea, really - and her door has a lock, Maketh remembers - but it's not the point right now. Maketh turns, wiping at her face. No more crying. None of that.] Emily, stop.

[Maketh doesn't want to force her, has a feeling it would make everything so much worse, but she can. If she has to. She's trained and Emily isn't.]

[unfollowing]

[Emily should ignore Maketh. It's clear she doesn't get it. But Rage's touch is too strong in Emily to resist, so she whirls around and faces Maketh, scowl made more vicious by the fact that her eyes are the only visible part of her face.]

Leave me alone. This is none of your fucking business.

[mismanagement]

[Maketh hesitates, then makes a decision. First she drops the rifle. Take the gun out of the equation. She doesn't want to hurt anyone else, not in a way that would last.] Please give me the knife, Emily.

[If she won't, then Maketh will have to take it before something bad happens.]

[unfollowing]

[If that's what it'll take to get Maketh to leave her alone, then fine. It's not like there's not a fucking armory in the city.]

Here. [She rolls her eyes as she hands Maketh the knife.] Use it to kill whoever you're after, whatever, I don't care.

[The anger is like a drug, makes her feel like she's powerful and more right than she's been about anything before. It's hard to disengage her mind from Rage's influence, but handing over the knife... helps.

A little.

She's not glaring as hard anymore.]

[mismanagement]

[Maketh doesn't do anything so obvious as sigh, but she feels some of the tension draining out of her spine when Emily hands the weapon over. The damage that Emily can do with her bare hands is limited. A knife could have made it a real problem, and Maketh hadn't enjoyed the thought of wrestling it away from her.] Will you go home? I...I can call Chris for you.

[unfollowing]

Ugh, god, fine. I'll go the fuck home. But you don't have to call Chris, what the hell, I'm not some little kid. [It's not like she can kill Rhys by catfighting him.

Not easily or quickly, anyway.

...she's not a murderer, but fuck does he piss her off.]

[mismanagement]

[Can she be trusted to do as she says? Maketh waves, but ultimately nods. She'll check in on them later just in case.] Thank you, Emily.

[She hesitates.] Be safe.

[unfollowing]

[For all that she's annoyed with Maketh for badgering her into handing over her weapon, Emily isn't feeling up to fighting her over it. It's a weird moment of clarity after so long focused on her anger at Rhys. Chris is right, this is what the gods want, what Rage wants. Maketh is right, too,

If nothing else, going home for a cup of coffee sounds like a good idea.]

Whatever. Don't get killed. If anyone's going to kick your ass, it's me.

[Not because they're friends or anything. Just on principle. That's all it is.

Sparing Maketh one last glare, Emily turns and heads for the house.]