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]

The armory door opens, and Ashley spares only the briefest glance to the man who enters, her focus inward as she constructs the layout of her home in her head. She knows she'll need at least three to cover every entrance of the home, but does she want one for her room?

The sudden stern instruction snaps her attention back to him, ginger hair swaying with the sudden movement. There is something in his gaze that makes her blood run cold, something predatory and dark, and she swallows,"E-Excuse me?"

Is it possible she heard him wrong? Maybe he wasn't talking to her? She dares only the briefest of looks around the armory before her green eyes return to his.

[frigidus]

"Leave," he commands again. His voice is simple. It even lacks a firmness to it that shows his anger or his pressure. It's almost lazy with how naturally it falls from his lips. Yet that there's an edge to it that expects to be met. A way he stands that says he doesn't expect to the order to be ignored, even if he doesn't speak with urgency.

A look in his eyes that threatens to tear down anything that doesn't bend to him.

Slowly he starts to pace the edge of the room. He reaches out, fingers trailing almost delicately over the sword hilts. He carefully touches each one, barely pressing at to get an idea of the wait as he walks.

"Even a simple cow like you could understand that command." He doesn't know what about this girl has drawn his ire, but he's too used to giving into the demands of his anger he doesn't even try to check it. It may not even be her he's angry with, but it's her he wants to take it out on. And with such a target in his crosshairs, he's not about to stop.

[cowardley]

The insult comes like a slap, and Ashley reels back, mouth ajar. She has suffered more than one insult in life, but rarely ever did it come from the mouth of a complete stranger. The shock makes it hard to find her voice, to find it in her to even move. She is a flower that wilts in the face of confrontation, but she's not willing to leave, not without the things she needs.

"I-I'm not leaving." She tries to stand taller, straightening her back, but really only manages to take a step in the opposite direction he paces. She wants to leave now, but knows she won't be able to find the courage in her to come back again. Emily did always say she needed to grow a spine.

[frigidus]

Probably the wrong time to grow a spine.

Not that Laurent thinks she has much of one. He watches the way she reels. Then the way she draws herself up. Maybe if he was in his right from of mind, he might admire that sort of gathering. The way she tries to make herself bigger than she so clearly is. Now? Now it annoys him. Now it riles him.

"How pathetic," he drawls on lazily. "Say it with more conviction. I might believe you." He raises the sword in his hand level with her. He uses it to point at her, waiting for her to obey his next command. It's not a full threat. It's not an easy manner, either. Yet his frustrations have been building here. And having deemed the girl as less than worthy of an ounce of respect, he decides that rather than let it go he might as well enjoy tearing her down while she stands around to let him.