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The Killing Game

Who: The Raven crew: Gansey, Blue, Adam, Ronan and Noah
What: Blue targets Gansey during the Assassin event
Where: The Raven House.
When: During Rage's Assassin event
Warnings: Attempted murder, the full list of swear words known by Ronan Lynch, teenage angst.

[ As far as Gansey knows, it's an ordinary morning in their house. He's yet to venture outside, and hasn't seen any of his friends emerge from their rooms. Given that his own is the living room these days, and also given that he struggles to sleep most nights, he typically finds himself wandering around alone in the mornings. This isn't a place with a great prevalence of cereal boxes, and his beloved car is still at home, so his usual methods of distracting a wakeful mind are unavailable.

That's why, on this particular morning, his friends will arrive to discover Gansey has built some approximation of the Eiffel Tower out of a range of the house's cutlery. There may have been one or two minor crashes, when his efforts collapsed on him, but really, that should just make everyone glad that he didn't decide to use the plates. This is a lot harder than it looks. He's in the kitchen, minding his own business, and setting this monstrosity up on one of the counters. There's also some indeterminate can of something being warmed in the microwave; let no one say he never attempts to cook for his friends.

Oblivious to what's started to happen around the city, Gansey goes innocently about his model building, and waits for the first of them to wake up. ]

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[He turns to see Noah there, sighs and pushes a hand through his hair - notably not using the injured arm.]

Yeah. Just pulled at the wound a little.

[He has to get used to it, and he knows he will. It's not like Adam is a stranger to getting hurt, after all.]

You doing okay?

I've had worse.

[It might be a joke. It could be a joke. It'd be a bad one, though. Noah lifts the pot a bit.]

Do you need another set of hands? Since you're kinda short one.

So have I.

[After all, it's true for both of them. They'll be fine, they'll both heal.]

Yeah, if you wouldn't mind. I can't really lift things, I guess. Just put that on the stove?

Stove, got it. I'm a lifting expert.

[Sure he is. Well, he can place a pot on a stove anyway. That doesn't require a whole lot of anything aside from two working hands, which he's got. He's quiet for a moment, the general pause as he debates what to say, if to say something.]

... people are really going crazy here, huh?

[He rummages around in the kitchen, getting things to make some pasta. Easy and quick, and it'll keep him occupied for a little while.]

I'll make enough for you too, if you want.

[Adam frowns, just a little.]

Yeah. Another stupid god trick, I guess, but people are going to die.

[Noah gives a nod at the offer to make enough for him too. Might as well, otherwise he'll just have to make something for himself later.

He hangs around though. For conversation. In case he needs help.]

A lot of people, you think?

[He pulls down a little more, enough for the two of them and some leftovers. Adam generally makes more than he needs, aware that most of his housemates are not the cooking type. Not that he is, but at least he knows how.]

Hard to say. I got lucky, and Blue and Gansey have us to run interference, but other people might not have managed as well. It could be bad.

[That bit of skill tends to put Adam distressingly far ahead of the pack in this situation. There are no pizza places to order to-go from in the murdercave, though in the almost a year they’ve been away from home it’s no longer as bad as it once was. Noah still prefers to assist rather than take point when it comes to anything that could pass as cooking.]

Did you get a look at who shot you, at least?

Not even a little. It could have been anyone.

[He fills the pot with water, gets it boiling. It's unsettling, knowing that someone out there wants to kill him but having no idea who it might be.]

What about you?

[Between the two of them, Noah is very sure that he’d rather know who was coming after him. Even if a gun seems preferable to face compared to what Sharon did.

He’s trying not to think about it, but Adam asked.]

… It was Sharon. She … She called something else here. Someplace else…

[He frowns, his brow furrows a little. He doesn't like Sharon, exactly, but he's interested in her. It's not her fault, not when everyone seems to be affected, but still.]

I know she has powers. She explained them to me a little. Stay home, all right? It's safer here.

[Noah nods. He had no intention of leaving the house unless she came to it, then he'd have to make a run for it to lead her away. Until then he'd prefer to hide amongst friends.]

She couldn't control herself. It wasn't her fault. I'm just scared, not ... mad. You know?

[The echoing of Adam's thoughts is unintentional. Noah truly believed that himself, and seeing others falling under the influence of this anger just drove that belief in more.]

Nobody seems to be able to control themselves right now. Just... let me know what she says when it's over, all right?

[Because Adam is - somewhat reluctantly - willing to forgive people for hurting his friends if they had no choice. It doesn't mean he'll trust or like them, but he won't freeze them out the way he would otherwise. But if they're not sorry, he absolutely will.

He doesn't take that sort of thing lightly. Whelk is a good example. Greenmantle is an excellent one.]

[Noah nods. He'll have to talk to Sharon eventually - if nothing else to tell her that he isn't mad at her, that he doesn't blame her for not being able to control herself.

It's hard though, after what he saw her do. Even without her actively trying to kill him, he can't unknow that now.]

It was like... like when you bring Cabeswater, but it was something dark.

She told me a little about her powers.

[And of course, that isn't his secret to tell. The knowledge he has won't make a difference if it comes to a fight, not really - so he may as well keep Sharon's secrets.]

I don't know if I could fight her, but if she comes here, find me, okay? Cabeswater could help.

[Noah nods, but it's a hesitant thing. His plan for if Sharon found him here was to just... run. Again.]

I don't want to put you all in danger.

We don't want you to put yourself in worse danger.

[And at least if he sticks around they might be able to do something, even if it's just talk her down.]

I'm sure she knows by now something's influencing her.

I hope so. Enough people want to go on a murder spree, you'd think, but -

[But some people are so used to being angry they don't really question it. Noah's used to feeling afraid so much that he doesn't really question that when it happens.]

As long as you run if it gets too dangerous. You already got hurt.

I will, don't worry. I ran when this happened, too.

[He's not the sort of person who'll try to be brave for bravery's sake. Survival is far more important.]

But I might be able to do something. I can at least try.

Okay.

[The agreement is quietly spoken. Noah admires Adam's bravery, Noah's pretty sure he'd just run if their positions were reversed.]

Anything else I can help with?

It'll be ready soon. Get us some bowls?

[There's canned pasta sauce he warmed up too - that was easier, you don't really need two hands for that.]

['Bowls' Noah mouths in repetition. He always ends up having to open two or three cupboards before he finds them in spite of having lived here for months now. The little necessities still trip him up. But he gets them, and forks as well, setting them on the counter.]

Thanks for cooking, Adam. Even though you were doing that already. You know.

No problem. One of us has to make sure there's warm food occasionally, anyway.

[Because even Adam is inclined to survive off granola bars and fruit if he doesn't remind himself to cook actual food sometimes.

He strains the pasta, gets the sauce, makes bowls for the both of them. There's leftovers - Adam always makes more than he needs, partly because he can do it without worrying about the cost and partly because then there's leftovers if Ronan or Gansey get hungry.]

[It's a good plan. Still, Noah figures it's better to remember to thank people than to start taking it for granted. He tries not to.

A good meal with a friend can go a long way to making the oppressive blanket of terror seem a little less bad.]

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