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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.
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['Deserve'. Tch. What does Chris know? ...sure, it makes logical sense that Rhys doesn't deserve it, but she just-- she just can't help it. She'd seen him a day or two ago and just been hit by the unquestionable desire to claw his face off and just-- kill him. And she can't explain it, but it feels right, and Emily is always right.]

You're just defending him because he's a nerd.

[Except Rhys is so much fucking nerdier, and it's infuriating.]

Uh, no, I'm defending him because I don't like murder.

[Just putting that out there. Also he's decided as much as this all makes him super uneasy he's probably fine to step into the kitchen; he doesn't head for the cabinets right away though, more curious about all the stuff Emily has collected on the table.]

So um... I'm guessing there's a reason behind all this. Like specifically.

[Rather than just trying to be scary in general.]

Edited 2016-04-21 22:03 (UTC)

[Emily doesn't like murder either, but you've gotta do what you've gotta do.

At his question, she looks at her makeup, the surgical mask lying by it, the mirror she was looking into before he came in.]

I'm going all out, obviously. Why half-ass this?

[Looking up at him again, she shrugs.]

You know the legend, right? The slit-mouthed woman?

[His skin is crawling a bit at all of this, and he decides to shift focus to making a kettle of water while he answers.]

Uh... Vaguely.

[It sounds familiar, and he feels like he's probably read about it on one of his late-night wikipedia binges or excursions onto /x/ and /nosleep, but he doesn't remember any details.]

She stalks the streets, asks people if they think she's pretty, cuts them up or kills them depending on what they answer.

[Said as she goes back to doing her makeup.]

For a while there were actual reported cases and sightings. Scary shit.

Well that's like... Not terrifying at all.

[It's half a response and half muttered to himself, putting the tea kettle on the freaky alien stove.]

But... Em, come on, you know this is some sort of god-related shit. There's no reason to terrorize Rhys, let alone like, actually hurt him.

[He's not betting much on his ability to convince Emily to give up on her plan, but he does have to try. As her friend, and as Rhys' too.

Speaking of Rhys, he should probably give him a heads-up.]

[Okay, yeah, it is god-related. But it's the kind of god-reated thing that Emily is far too easily susceptible to. The anger makes her feel self-righteous, and acting on it gives her a sense of control that she hasn't had since... since the prank, at least. Maybe she's never even had it at all.]

His face makes me angry.

[As if that's a perfectly good reason, right?]

I don't think that's exactly a great reason to kill someone?

[Maybe if it's clear to Emily how ridiculous it sounds, she'll decide not to do it? Doubtful, but still.]

Are you really gonna like... Give the gods what they want just because someone's face makes you mad?

What they want? Chris, would I really do something I don't want to do.

[That's a trick question, because she would. She's done it a lot, actually, always because she's getting something out of it too. That's why Rage's little trick works so well, because there's built-in satisfaction. Really, Emily should be mad at Rage for fucking with her, but it's too well-designed a plan.

And Emily can't shake that impulse. She's at least got to kick Rhys in the balls.]

Um...

[The answer he wants to give is yes, considering that's the whole point about the gods influencing her, not to mention more minor things. But she's also Emily, and responding with that answer wouldn't be the smartest idea even when she wasn't dressed up like an avenging ghost from an urban legend and planning on killing someone.]

I'm just saying that like... I think you'd end up regretting it. A lot.

I regret a lot of things. I'm pretty sure this won't be the worst of them.

[See: the prank. See also: being a massive bitch to Matt. See also: things she's not going to bring up.]

I at least want to kick his ass. [That could be enough! It... it totally could be.]

You know, I'm not going to like, condone ass-kicking, but if you can limit it to that...

[Then that's at least better than nothing. Sorry Rhys.]

[As loud as Emily can get about her anger, she generally limits her violence to the verbal variety. It's a rare occasion when she actually wants to hurt someone (sorry, Ash), but by the same token, she rarely regrets it when she does.

Still, murder is kind of extreme. It's just--]

I'll try. Don't know if I'll be able to, though. [She shrugs, filling in a little of the outline on her right cheek.] I'm kind of hoping he'll try and outrun me when he sees me like this.

[Because she is going to chase him. Hard. Wrath may be her favorite deadly sin. Possibly. Pride is a strong contender.]

I dunno, I'm pretty sure you could.

[She'd resisted the wendigo instincts; surely she could keep her temper under control, even if it's influenced by Rage. He watches her apply the makeup for a moment--it'd be cool if it weren't so unnerving--and then turns back to the stove to check on the kettle. He's left the top off it so he can see if it boils rather than relying on the whistle, not in the mood to be startled by high pitched noises.

The water looks done so he pulls it off the burner, then glances back at Emily.]

You'll probably get that wish. I know I'd run if I saw you coming at me in that whole getup.

[If he didn't know her, anyway. Maybe even if he did.]

Though I'd probably like, trip over my feet after two steps, so it might not be super satisfying.

[And honestly Rhys might do the same thing, though he hopes not.]

[Fighting the wendigo had been different. It was a spirit, and outside entity acting upon her, and because she could recognize it as something external, Emily could try and push it away. This, now, is her. Rage is twisting up Emily's stubbornness and anger, augmenting it with whatever power makes Rage able to call herself a god, and lending these murderous impulses a strange sort of rightness that's almost too hard to fight off. How can Emily try to separate herself from herself, after all.

Even in the moments of clarity that come now and then, usually when someone tries to reason with her, it's nigh impossible to shake.]

I can't believe this is when you choose to believe in me. Not, like, when I went to get help after you thought the psycho killed Josh.

[It's a weird fucking life where they can just ... refer to shit like that. Where the hell did they go wrong.]

He better not trip.

[And that's all she'll say to that, because the rest is implied. She just knows she'll pounce on him if he does, and that's... as angry as even the thought of him makes her, she really doesn't want to outright kill him.]

Wow, sorry my lack of faith has stuck with you.

[As flatly sarcastic as it is there isn't any bite behind it; it's just the proper bantering response. Like Emily he distantly realizes just how strange it is that this is something they would have to talk about, let alone so casually, but... That's just how their lives are now.

He doesn't actually even remember the details of the conversation; it's one of those things that happened that night that he only knows the gist of, that he and Ashley had decided to go back to the Lodge after Sam and Emily and Matt had gone to the fire tower. It probably shouldn't be much of a surprise, since he'd been so in shock in the time, but missing pieces does make it difficult to discuss them.

Not that the rest of the conversation is much better.]

Hopefully you won't even run into him at all. If he's smart he'll be like, hiding inside.

[Hopefully Rhys is smart enough to do that this week.]

[Is he joking with her? Emily pauses in her work and looks over at him, staring for a few seconds before she decides that, yep, he is. Good. Having to tiptoe around the memories of That Night is an enormous pain in the ass, and she'd love it if they all stopped doing that and were just fucking open about it. (Except when she doesn't want to talk about it, of course.)]

You hurt my feelings, Chris. That's not something you just forget.

[For all that she spent most of that night scared almost out of her wits, Emily remembers all of it. She has a mind for details, and a memory to kill for come finals season. In this case, though, she hates it. Beth's clouded-over eyes still haunt her dreams, as does the sharp sting of the wendigo's teeth as they tore into her flesh, and the thudding of her heartbeat as she curled into a ball in the basement and peeaked out from the shadows at the barrel of the gun Mike pointed right at her.

She wants to forget, but she'll never be able to. So yeah, something small like Chris telling her all she wanted was to save herself is an easy memory to have, one that stings a little, but no more than anything from her life before the prank.]

"If he's smart." [She scoffs.] Nice one.

Yeah, yeah. I'm sure my words greatly wounded you.

[He's still playing along with the joking, though he realizes a little late that maybe he should be? She doesn't seem to be super serious, but he's definitely running the risk of being cavalier about something that actually did hurt her feelings.

Chris sighs at her last comment, really hoping that this whole event is going to be over soon. Maybe it'll end before she even finds Rhys, and that'll spare everyone a lot of trouble.]

Hey, he was smart enough to stay inside for a lot of the other events, so...

[It's not the worst thing that happened that night, but yeah, it's not cool when your freaked-out friends accuse you of being selfish enough to let them die if it means saving your own skin. To be perfectly honest, Emily isn't sure what she'd do in a situation like that. She'd sure as hell want to survive, but someone else? That's... it's impossible to say, one way or the other. It's bad enough that she doesn't know where Matt is, doesn't know if he survived, if asking him to stay and help her killed him or not.

Nope, not going there. She focuses on her make-up for a moment and lets the subject drop. There's more pertinent shit to be talking about.]

I want to hope he'll stay inside, but... I wanna kick his ass, too. Fuck this.

[Letting the subject drop is fine with him, although talking about the event isn't a whole lot better.]

I know. It'll pass eventually though, just like everything else has.

[It better, anyway. And he just keeps waiting to see someone and instantly want to kill them, or have someone attack him for no reason, but it hasn't happened yet and maybe he'll get lucky and the whole thing will end before it does.]

[She huffs. 'Eventually' is too vague, and she's tired of that. 'Eventually' they'll get home. 'Eventually' she'll see Matt again. 'Eventually' she'll stop wanting to walk right up to each of the gods and punch them in the face. Except Delight. Delight's all right.]

Hey, nerdbrain. Question: do you think I'm pretty?

[Maybe joking around will take the edge off this murderous rage.]

[He gives an unimpressed look at her question; it would've been really creepy without the 'nerdbrain' part, but instead it's just kind of ridiculous. This whole situation is ridiculous.]

I think you look terrifying. Would that get me stabbed, or what?

[She smirks, and it probably looks more than a little weird with her makeup half done.]

If I were really Kuchisake Onna, you'd be so fucked right now.

[Brutal, bloody murder, pretty much.]

[He rolls his eyes, a hint of a grin crossing his face.]

If you were the real... Ghost lady whose name I would mangle, I would probably just be frozen in terror instead of saying stupid shit.

[A pause.]

What's supposed to happen if you don't answer, anyway?

[It's kind of awful how she wanted Chris to stumble over the words. He's a good sport about it, though. As for his question, she opens her mouth to answer, then frowns.]

You know, there's like, a ton of things you could say to get away from her, but nobody mentions saying nothing. She'd probably just get impatient with you and kill you anyway, though. Like, how dare you ignore her, do you think you're better than her or something?

[Oooh that's good, she's going to keep that in mind in case Rhys tries to get away with not answering.]

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