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

[tongueamok]

"I suppose I shall endeavor to find out," he says quietly as he goes back to picking at the bandage again. Though he healed the wounds from the injury that left his arm in pieces, the energy and focus required to do it left him sore for days. Mending himself to such a degree had been a frightening challenge. Other skilled healers would mean he has someone else to handle him, should he find himself in danger again.

But then, their presence would mean he is less of a use to others. If he has no purpose, why would they bother keeping him around? Would they have any reason to stop monsters from tearing into him? He's learned well enough -- in Hadriel, in the jungle, on the Tranquility, and back home -- that defending himself is a piteous option, at best. There's no side that doesn't have an unfortunate consequence.

[circumitus]

"Good luck with that, then."

Now that the head trauma has become significantly less traumatizing, Rey straightens herself onto her own feet. Thanks to Carlisle's healing, her balance has returned, and she suddenly feels more stable than even before that.

Part of her knows that she should stick around, because she has questions. About this man who seems to think he knows her, and quite possibly does. As it is, her resounding apathy leads her into the Department of Not Giving A Damn About It.

"Anyway, thanks for the help." I guess, is what her tone almost says. "Should probably go, though."

She'd rather some alone time right now. Clean the blood off her face -- in the comforts of her own home.

[tongueamok]

As she gets to her feet and prepares to leave, Carlisle can't help but protest.

"But- wait! I still have a lot I want to ask! And talk about! And I owe you amends! And what if that lunatic is still out there? What if he puts another hole in your head the second you walk out the door?"

[circumitus]

From Rey's perspective, the person Carlisle is trying to make amends to isn't even her. Has nothing to do with her at all. She clearly isn't the same person he knows; not exactly. If anything, she now owes him for the healing.

Rather than voicing this fact, she just huffs. "Am not in the mood to talk right now." And she rolls her eyes when Carlisle mentions the 'lunatic'. "If he's out there, will deal with him."

[tongueamok]

"But- but..." Carlisle finally gives up, knowing good and well that even if he wanted to stop her, he logically couldn't. What was he going to do against a pyromancer with a death wish?

He sighs, frustrated. "Fine. But don't die out there, all right? Because I'm fairly certain that if you got shot again and I went out there to help you, I wouldn't survive being shot in the head. Not everyone is as sturdy as you."

[circumitus]

If Carlisle had decided to get in her way, she likely could've just picked him up, placed him elsewhere, and be on her merry way to wherever. Probably home/that place with walls and doors she's been staying at these last few months.

And what a sight that would have been.

"Noted."

She nods once, as she moves to head out the door before Carlisle could change his mind about not causing a fuss about her leaving.