hadriel_logs | Event Log: Assassin

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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.
► 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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[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.]

[Rude, Emily. At least he knew better than to try.]

Huh. Yeah, probably.

[That'd be his luck.]

What is it that does let you get away?

You could tell her she's average or ask her if she thinks you're pretty, and she'll get confused long enough that you can run away -- though she's really fucking fast, so I dunno. You could give her some amber hard candy and she'd be really happy and just forget all about you. Oh, and there's this weird trick where you say 'pomade' six times and she'll just run away from you.

[Look, man, she doesn't make this shit up, she just hears and retells it.]

[He listens to that for a few seconds, and okay sure the first part sounds logical enough and the amber candy is a little strange but he knows these legends often have cultural elements and he's probably just missing the context for this one. That last part, though--]

Assuming this was like, real, how would anyone have figured that out.

[She shrugs.]

Dumb luck, probably. People in folk tales are lucky like that.

[He's quiet for a moment at that, but then just decides to say what he's thinking.]

You know, we're those lucky idiots from folk tales now.

[It's weird--so, so weird, because they'd been so normal--but it's true.]

[Damn.

He's right. How else does it make sense that Emily knew to hold completely still when the elevator stopped and the wendigo was peering at her through the cracks in the wood? Or how she lit a fire with one of the flares to buy her some time to run away?

She lowers the eyeliner and the mirror she's holding, resting her arms on the table as she thinks about that for a few seconds.]

Goddamn. [She pauses.] Nobody better go tempt fate on that mountain just to see if it's true. That's how the unlucky idiots from folk tales get killed.

Give it ten years and morons at sleepovers are going to dare their friends to spend the night there.

[It's a really morbid joke, and it's not even a joke; it'll probably happen. The only fortunate thing is that the mountain is so remote that getting to it would take a lot more effort than most kids would bother with. Chris doesn't know for sure if there are any wendigos left or not, but the spirits are certainly there and the mountain is dangerous enough even without the supernatural monsters.]

[Again, he's right. She scoffs this time.] They won't make it up there unless they're mountain goats.

[It was hard enough to get up there when they'd been invited and were familiar with the route and the cable cars and the rest.

But that's good. Leave the wendigos there forever. Leave everything there forever.

Except--]

Do you know if they went to look for Beth after they rescued everyone? [Well, Beth's head, but--she's not going to say it like that.]

[He hopes she's right on that first part; there's nothing wrong with the cable cars, so they could still be used, but it is a ton of effort. It probably wouldn't be worth it except to the most dedicated of idiots, and since the lodge burned down there's no appealing place to spend a night to prove how tough they are.

Her question is a surprise and he looks over at her, then away again. He doesn't know for the sure the answer, but...]

I think um... I-I think they were going to go back. To look for Josh.

[The police had asked about him, and Chris had told them the only place he could think of to look for him. The others probably had as well.]

I-I don't... I-I got here before I had a chance to like, talk to you or anyone else after the whole thing with the police, so um... You might've asked them yourself. About Beth.

[This is all so messed up.]

[It's so fucking weird to hear about things that happened later in the night, things she may have said or done, things she should know firsthand. It's like some stupid time travel shit.

Emily hates it.

But she knows herself well enough to guess what she might've said. Or so she hopes, anyway. That night pushed her so far out of normal life.]

I bet I did. I mean, I would've, if it... God, this is shit. How do you even talk about your future self. I would, definitely. She should, like, be buried right. And the Washingtons should get all the things of theirs I found down there.

[At least that much she has done. Josh has the locket. The glasses, Emily had left behind.]

Yeah, I mean, I can't imagine you wouldn't have mentioned it.

[Partially because the police asked them so many questions; it had felt surreal and endless, even though it had surely only been a few hours. Despite his exhaustion and injuries and the mental shock of the entire situation he does remember most of what they asked him, and while some of it had been normal stuff, other parts had been...]

I um... I dunno if they'll believe us though. They didn't believe me about...

[He blinks a few times, shifting his gaze to the wall.]

They didn't believe me about how the stranger died. They wanted me to say it was one of us that did it.

[They obviously weren't taking the wendigo story seriously, which he honestly can't blame them for, but... It causes problems. What if the police don't believe them about the mines? They're obviously incompetent anyway, considering they hadn't found Hannah, so who knows. Maybe they wouldn't want evidence that contradicts the nice, simple story that at least one of the eight friends that went up to the mountain might have been capable of--and decided to commit--murder.

This is all so messed up.]

[That makes sense. Emily wouldn't have believed her friends either if she hadn't witnessed the wendigos herself. She might even have blamed them for the flamethrower guy's death, too. Which... is a problem. A death like that can't feasibly be ruled accidental.

And neither can Beth's, if all that's left of her is her head.]

Maybe... maybe if we told them we were partying too hard that night, they'd let it go.

[She hopes she sounds more convinced than she feels. If it were her being told that story, she wouldn't buy it. There's probably nothing they could come up with that would convince her they hadn't turned into killers up there.]

[He gives her a look for that, because he knows she's just trying to find some sort of possibility this is all going to be okay, but...]

Considering we already have a history of people dying when we party too hard I don't think they're gonna take that as an excuse.

[It's a little blunt but he doesn't mean it harshly; it's just the truth. They'd do a whole lot better blaming the whole thing on Josh's prank combined with trauma-induced group hallucinations, but the idea of using Josh as their way out of trouble for this is too awful to really think about doing.]

[Yeah okay, at least he's putting his nerds smarts to good use here. If she were the one who had to explain why what she'd said was wrong, she'd be even more pissed than Rage is making her.]

We're fucked no matter what we tell them, aren't we.

[She tries to hide just how much that scares her, by picking up the mirror and inspecting the side of her face that's done. Jail isn't exactly an environment Emily would do well in. Or prison, for that matter. Then again, her parents could probably fork over the money to keep her on the outside, but what would become of her life, her plans? What about the others?

Since when does staying here sound like the less complicated option?]

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