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

[cowardley]

[ Ash replies with a quick shake of her head. Simply thinking about that man is enough to send her gut twisting anxiously. He was more cruel words than physical violence, but then he put that sword to her neck... Her fingers press against the thin cut marking her.

She tries to force her sudden frown away. ]

I've been keeping inside for the most part. It's boring, but it's safe. [ She was sneaking out to put up traps in the garden for Newt to fall into, but that's as far as she's gone. ] You really should be, too, you know. The guy after me couldn't throw fireballs.

[ which is to say she's worried about Emily ]

[unfollowing]

Good.

[Contrary to her attitude this past week, Emily doesn't actually want to fight anyone. Not really. The whole thing with Rhys isn't really under her control, so it doesn't count.

Goddamn. That guy with the fireballs. Emily hasn't seen him lately, but he was fucking terrifying. Generally, she likes fire, mostly the kind in fireplaces, but still. Now, though, she's going to be a bit more careful around it. The ghost of the magic's heat still follows her around. The impulse to attack and hurt Rhys is a distraction, at least.

This entire fucking thing needs to end soon.]

I can't really help it. I have to go look for Rhys. Until this shit is over, the best I can do to avoid going outside is to take forever putting on all that make-up.

[cowardley]

I could hide your make up? [ It's an offer to draw it out for her, to give her more time inside; another distraction from the things she's trying to do, and the things someone wants to do to her. ]

Maybe turn it into a scavenger hunt? [ That could be fun, right? ]

[unfollowing]

[She levels a scowl at Ashley at that.] No scavenger hunts.

[And just like that, her scowl turns into a thoughtful frown as she nods.] But yeah. That's... that could be good. Hide the mask, too. [Sighing heavily, she shuts her eyes.] I hate this shit. Like any of us need Rage's help being pissed off? Tch.

[cowardley]

[ Ash finds herself surprised when Emily agrees, as if she'd been certain the older teen would lash out, her anger a spiral. It's a pleasant sort of surprise, and Ashley smiles, nodding.

It feels nice to be able to do something to help, even if it's something as minor as hiding crappy party store style make up. As the topic shifts, her expression follows with it, a frown settling onto her features. ]

I hate it, too. We've got enough problems without being forced to hurt one another. [ If it's not one nightmarish thing, it's another. They won't be able to keep up with the constant trauma for long, even with breaks in between. ] I... keep wanting to hurt Newt, you know that kid who works the garden. I hate him so, so much right now and it's hard not to just... go out there and find him and...

[ Ugh. Ashley knows Em gets it, though. ]

[unfollowing]

[They also have enough reasons to want to hurt one another without Rage's intervention, even if they're stupid reasons that Emily is mostly over now. Funny how going through hell all over again gives you perspective.

When Ash mentions Newt, Emily turns her head sharply to her.] I am not letting you kill Newt. He's my partner on this idea to ask Delight for fabric and sewing stuff so we can make nice clothes.

[Doesn't matter that Newt would just come back if Ashley killed him. That's not the point. You don't just go kill someone you hate. No matter how much of a piece of shit you may think they are.

Which is easier said than done, but still.]

Stay in the house. It's safer here.

[Thank god none of them is going after each other.]

[cowardley]

[ her hands are up immediately, palms out ] Hey, I haven't tried to kill him, a-and I'm so not going to. [ just maim him a little with trip wires, it's really not big deal ]

And I'm going to. From now on. I don't really want to die anytime soon, or wake up with a new bruise or something.

[unfollowing]

[Eyes narrowed, Emily gives a sharp nod.] I don't feel like killing anyone besides Rhys, so you'd better.

[God, she wants this shit to be over already. Being on edge all the time isn't at all what she wants to be doing.

Looking down at her jeans -- at the leg that got caught in Ashley's trap -- Emily sighs.] Do you have any idea how long it took me to find these pants? God. Now I have to either mend these or look for another pair. I can't fucking go out like this.

[Which, given what they've just discussed, is ideal. Thanks, Ash.]

[cowardley]

I guess that means my evil plan is working. [ there's a minor hint of an apology to her tone, but she manages to refrain from letting one slip out. ] How long do you think it would take to mend them?

[unfollowing]

Hmph. [Emily's not mad, though. Not at Ashley, anyway.

Shrugging, she brushes the torn fabric with her fingertips.] Ass long. Denim is thick, so I need, like, a heavy-duty needle and strong thread to fix it.

[Which, again, is ideal. Even though it's also annoying.]

...well, not that long. But it'll still be a pain in the ass. Still better than going out and looking for new ones. Last time, I found a pair with three legs. What the actual fuck.

[cowardley]

[ Ashley giggles. ]

Don't be so normal, Em. Would it really surprise you if there was a three legged person slash alien thing walking around here somewhere? [ She's seen a person made of ice, ok? There is no more normal, Em. ]

[unfollowing]

[Ashley's got a point, but that's not the point.]

No, but I can't wear three-legged pants. [And that's clearly all that matters.]

[cowardley]

You could. [ but Emily wouldn't, likely not ever. Ash smiles, wide. ] I bet you'd even pull it off better than someone with three legs!

[unfollowing]

[The blank stare comes back full force, only this time there's a massive eyeroll to go with it.]

I'm gonn go hem these. You should, like, text the others to warn them about your fucking trap.

[cowardley]

[ She's still smiling, already pulling out her phone as she moves down the hall, heading towards the living room. ]

Doing it now! Give me a yell if you need any help with your pants. [ She'll be downstairs, waiting for Chris to fall on his face. because it's inevitable. Em will probably have to fix his pants, too. ]