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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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[Thankfully, Chris isn't all talk when it comes to getting things done. He's holding it together much better than either of them are, which is a big help while her hands are feeling this clumsy.

(Lilith remembers digging bullets out of the broad, sinewy mass of Brick's shoulders; she remembers his big knuckles, worn bloody and raw, near, too, to the bone. The gore is no different. She needs to get it together.)

Lilith wastes a precious second to slide her arm lower, squeezing Maketh's hand back. As luck has it, it calms her down enough to find the healing kit and the precious crystal vial-and-needle she's been hunting for.]

This might sting a little, Maketh.

[She gives Chris a nod. After administering healing kits to herself and her teammates so often, the actual act doesn't faze her at all anymore. With no more time wasted, she prepares the needle, hastily cleans up a section of Maketh's arm with a bit of loose gauze from her own bandage, and stabs the injection into her. It's not enough to restore her to complete health, but she definitely won't be bleeding to death in a few minutes.]

[When Lilith finds the needle and nods at him, Chris takes one hand off the hoodie where he'd been still applying pressure to the wound in order to set it on Maketh's other shoulder; he realizes idly that he's probably going to leave a perfect bloody handprint there. It seems utterly wrong to holding her still, even though it's necessary and he's being almost timidly gentle about it, but considering he just shot Nick in the face he's pretty sure he's already crossed any and all lines regarding acting appropriately toward women.

He isn't squeamish about needles and so it's with sort of a morbid fascination that he watches what Lilith is doing, not sure what exactly it is that she has or how much it's going to help, but something is better than nothing.]

I-Is that it?

[He asks toward Lilith once she's done, casting another glance back towards Nick and then returning his attention to Maketh and Lilith, unsure of what to do next.]

[Maketh nods slowly, bracing herself. She's had bacta injections before. It can't be much worse than one of those, can it? Sometimes they sting, or there's an ache as the muscles repair themselves, but it's always over quickly. This can't be much worse.

It is. Maketh feels her body jerk, going rigid at the sensation - wrongwrongwrong - and makes a hoarse sound that might have been a scream in different circumstances. If she'd been able to get enough air.]

Yup, that's it-- oh, frick.

[Forcing your body into literally reconstructing itself can't feel great when it doesn't do so normally. She's used these so many times by now; she'd almost forgotten about how awful they feel on a first go. She squeezes Maketh's hand again.]

If you feel like shit, that means it's working. It'll pass in a sec, I swear. [Lilith casts her a sympathetic, slightly guilty grin, then looks up at Chris.]

Thanks for calling me. You worked fast. If you'd been any slower-- well, let's just be glad you weren't slower.

[Chris watches Maketh's reaction with no shortage of concern, but Lilith's response means it must be normal; he takes his hand off Maketh's uninjured shoulder, though he isn't sure if he should remove the other one or not. He has no idea how much these healing kits do.

At Lilith's next comments he just sort of gives a weak nod, not really feeling like he did anything worth thanks, but just really glad that things are apparently alright. Are they? He thinks so, by Lilith's tone, but--]

S-So she's just... Gonna be okay now?

[He needs to know for sure before he moves on to checking on Nick.]

[After the initial shock rolls over her, Maketh closes her eyes and lets the injection work. She remembers this part from the Academy. In some ways - a lot of ways - it's no different from the bacta injections. Breathe through it. Relax your body. Don't fight. Just let it happen. Try not to scream in the process.

She's doing okay on that count, at least. So that -- that's something.

Maketh gives Chris what she hopes is a reassuring bop to the arm. She can't quite manage talking right now, but she isn't dying. Part of her knows that now.]

[Hah. She hopes the little swat on the arm is enough to reassure Chris, but just in case it wasn't:]

She will. I've used them on myself, this is how they tend to go.

[But she'll need to rest regardless. Dr. Zed's healing kits are good for quickly dealing with injuries, sometimes things as nasty as Maketh's wounds, even, but they're no substitute for actual medical attention. The next step is getting them both out of here: the (presumably) dead woman on the ground a few feet away's beyond help. Not that Lilith would've made an effort, (assuming) that she was the one who'd caused the trouble in the first place.]

I'll get Maketh out of here once it's safe to move her. [Which, hopefully, will be in just a bit.] Are you okay, Chris?

[The gesture does reassure him a bit, and he tries to offer Maketh a weak smile in return especially when Lilith confirms she'll be alright. Okay. She's not going to die. She's going to be okay.

This is when he'd normally let himself just kind of zone out and have a moment of self-indulgent panic, but taking care of Maketh had only been the first goal. There's another, which is trying to help Nick, and so he's making an attempt to get to his feet when Lilith asks him if he's okay.]

Yeah. Fine.

[It's obviously a lie--he's really shaken--but aside from his knee he isn't actually hurt. It's not like he hasn't been dealing with his bad knee ever since he got here, so it really isn't that important, and--

He takes one step towards Nick and ends up back on the floor again, the pain lancing through his knee strong enough to make him nauseous and he decides it's better to let out a string of frustrated curses rather than start crying, although the latter option is the more appealing one.]

Goddamn fucking son of a...

[Maketh jerks, trying to push herself upright to go after Chris. He's hurt, she hurt him, she might have broken his knee, but she can't quite make it all the way up.] H--help him...

Chris! Ugh... dammit.

[Why are these people so stubborn? Still gentle, but firm enough to ensure Maketh stays down, Lilith moves her back into a more relaxed position.]

Stop moving. Both of you.

[Lilith hurries to her feet again-- at least they have one person between the three of them who can walk?-- and is at Chris' side, helping him turn over so he's seated and not putting pressure on his, now obviously, weak knee.]

Guess I'm taking you, too. Wait for me, and I swear, don't try to walk on that again.

[He lets Lilith help, but at her words he shakes his head.]

N-No, Lilith, it's not... N-Nick isn't dead.

[So they need to help her too; it isn't her fault this happened, it was the event, and it's a miracle that shooting her didn't kill her and he owes her at the very least not to leave her there.]

[This is a wonderful clusterfuck, it really is. Maketh grimaces, craning her neck for a better look. She doesn't try to sit upright again, has a feeling it would only end badly. Chris sounds like he's in bad pain. Maketh wonders if she broke his knee, or just aggravated whatever injury was already there.

Now, what are they going to do about Nick?] Lilith...can you take her...take her to the clinic?

[It's a short term solution, but Nick needs medical attention as well, and Maketh has a feeling that Chris won't let them look at his knee until they deal with this first.]

[Lilith looks over her shoulder at Nick, and, sure enough, there's still a telling, if not weak, trace of motion to be found. Guess she is still alive. Shows how much Lilith was paying attention. (Not that Nick deserved the attention, going off her assumptions of what'd gone down.)

She casts an incredulous look at Chris and the earnest expression on his face, then back at Maketh, then, once again, at Chris.]

Really?

[Does she have to??? SHE ALMOST KILLED THEM.

Lilith sighs in resignation-- she's thinking the same as Maketh; soft-hearted thing that he is, Chris won't budge until Nick's safe-- and gives in.] Fine. I'll be back. [But she's not gonna like it. She leaves Chris leaning against the closest wall she can get him to and heads over to deal with Nick.]

[He's really glad Maketh makes the suggestion and backs him up--he was blanking, a little, on what exactly to do with Nick other than the very short term goal of just getting to her--and gives Lilith the most determined look he can. Yes, really, and some part of him feels guilty that Lilith is having to do the work here but right now, now that Maketh is going to be okay, taking care of Nick is the most important issue right now.

It's a great relief when Lilith agrees, and he murmurs a thank you when she leave him to go over to Nick. Everything's okay. Nick's going to get help, and Maketh's going to be fine. Those were the only two real goals he had, so he's done; it's okay for him to just slump back against the wall and duck his head, wrapping his arms around his stomach and trying to keep it together.]

Thank you, Lilith.

[It doesn't hurt to talk as much as it had a few minutes ago, but Maketh's voice is still reedy and weak. She'll need to rest for a while. Give her body a chance to recover. It feels like she can use all her fingers on her bad side, but she doesn't have full range of motion with that arm.

It's better than being dead, at least.

She tries to smile for Chris, in the meantime.] It's...it's going to be fine.

[[ooc: Lilith's mun says to just assume Lilith's dealing with getting Nick to the clinic for a tag or two!]]

[Chris looks over toward Maketh when she speaks and makes an attempt at a smile in return.]

I-I think I'm supposed to be telling you that. Y-You're really um... Feeling a little better?

[Comparatively, anyway.]

[ooc: cool!]

[Maketh nods with a wince. It hurts, but she can breathe through it if she tries.] I'll live. Thank you. For trying to stop her.

[He's silent at that a few moments, letting out a long quiet breath.]

I don't... I didn't do a very good job.

[He's really sorry she got hurt, especially so seriously. He'd hoped he could just talk Nick down, but...]

This isn't your fault. [Maketh closes her eyes, just breathing.] It's...Rage, I think...getting in our heads. It's not your fault.

[The trip to the clinic takes far longer than the trip back: Lilith can't phase while carrying another person, and dealing with Nick and her gunshot wound requires some degree of delicacy, anyway. Once Nick's been dropped off, however, she rushes right back at full tilt, and another faint boom outside signals her return moments before she comes through the doors of Delight's bar again.]

It's gotta be Rage. [she interjects, having just caught the last bit of Maketh's sentence.] I tried to kill a man I'd never met earlier, and another tried to kill me. [And one of them had gone after Henry in the thick of all of it. Not that she'd caught very much of him, before he'd (fortunately) managed to sneak away-- her primary concern had been incinerating Kanda.

Lilith can't bring both of them at the same time, so she's got to multitask this. She's going behind the bar while talking, rifling through the freezers and ultimately coming back around with a bundle of ice cubes wrapped in plastic and bar cloths.

She kneels gingerly beside Chris, wincing a little as a cut on her thigh stretches-- she's got to power through it, though, for his sake and Maketh's. With the makeshift ice pack precariously balanced on Chris' knee, she gets to work on binding it up, at least, until he can get it properly splinted back at the clinic.]

Here I thought I was just having a bad day.

[He should probably be expecting the boom this time, but it startles him yet again although not as badly. Lilith's return is welcome and he nods, both in agreement with Maketh's suggestion and Lilith's confirmation; her mention of trying to kill someone and someone trying to kill her also explains her injuries.

Chris is great about staying calm and keeping focused in the midst of danger, even when hurt, but when there's no immediate threat he's... Sort of a baby about it, mostly because he doesn't get hurt very often. Although to be fair his knee really is seriously damaged, so the wincing and slightly undignified squeak he gives when Lilith gently places the ice pack on it might be understandable. He holds still with great effort when she begins wrapping it, digging his fingers into the fabric of his shirt and closing his eyes, too distracted by trying not to be sick to manage a response.

But yeah, it's all a little worse than a bad day, though he does like the idea of the understatement of the whole thing.]

[Maketh looks away. She's hurt Chris. Badly. Possibly broken his knee. It's a bad injury, the kind that might stay with him for life if it's not dealt with immediately, and with the utmost care.

There's nothing for it now.

She's glad that Lilith is here, anyway.] You'll be okay, Chris.

She's right. You're handling this pretty well.

[Not a lie. Chris is at least holding it together, which is more than she could say for a lot of other people she's seen with broken kneecaps. (LIlith has... broken her share of kneecaps, to be perfectly honest.)]

You're gonna want to chill for a bit while you get used to the way the brace feels. I can't phase while holding somebody, so, um... Chances are, you're gonna be leaning on me and limping back unless I can find somebody else to help.

[she turns back to Maketh:]

I can carry you back while he's resting. If you want.

P-Probably best to uh... R-Reserve judgement on that until it's too late for me to like, t-throw up or cry or something else super not-macho.

[It's a weak joke as he opens one eye, as if testing that it's safe to open the other before doing so. If he holds really still the pain is manageable and if there's one thing he's gotten really good at in the whole wendigo ordeal it's holding still.

Besides, he isn't the one who nearly died, so he's going to try not to complain or make anyone worry any more than they already are. He takes a deep breath and nods at Lilith's words; not great news, but far better than having to figure out some way home alone.]

Got it. I can do that.

[He tries to project more calm and confidence than he feels, offering both Lilith and Maketh a faint attempt at a smile and then nodding again at Lilith's suggestion. She should definitely get Maketh out of here first, so she can start trying to recover.]

[Lots of people cry when they've broken bones, Maketh doesn't say. She's one of the few that goes utterly silent when in pain. Her instructors at the Academy had been particularly impressed by that talent. A survival instinct, they'd told her. Wounded animals either make themselves loud and big, or the exact opposite. Show no weakness, draw no attention. Not that it helps in the aftermath.

She takes a slow breath, nodding just once. She doesn't enjoy being carried, but knows logically that she's in no shape to walk. Things are what they are.] Put him behind the bar. There's some cover and no one will see you from the outside...

[It's not enough. It's not. But it's better than leaving Chris out in the open.]

cw needles!

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