hadriel_logs | Event Log: In Need of a Boat

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the In Need of a Boat event
Where: All over the city
When: July 20th-July 30th
Warnings: Emotional stuff. You know.

All right, so the gods need your energy. That's not new. You mostly know how this goes... except now it's all in your hands. Instead of the gods forcing emotion on you, it's up to you to pledge yourself to a god and inspire their emotion in others, in order to get the best ships and sails and compasses and all those other things.

So what are you going to do? Set up an elaborate date to make someone feel love... then use the setup for five other people? Wow, scandalous. Start fights in the street? Ooh, spicy! Or maybe you'll lead a yoga and meditation workshop in an attempt to help others find their inner tranquility. How relaxing.

Whatever you do, make the most of it. How many supporters each god has, and the effort they put into what they're doing, directly affects how nice the things they'll end up making are. So if you want food that actually tastes good, lend Hope a hand, but if you want sails that aren't full of holes, well, maybe it's time to work on your streetfighting skills. Rage needs you! And each of the gods definitely appreciates your help. Probably. They might even remember your name this time.

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"None of your business."

But clearly not on him and he's regretting that decision immensely right now. This is the one person so far who's shown any animosity towards anyone, so of course it's the person he meets when he's completely alone and without his gun.

He tightens his grip on the hammer, choking up on the handle to give him better leverage should he need to hit her with it. Really though, he'd rather run, he doesn't want to hit someone with a hammer, see their skull bust open or their ribs crack. He's seen enough gore to last himself a lifetime.

But unfortunately what he wants and reality are two different things, and he wants to be sure he's ready to defend himself should he need to. He backs up until he's against a tree, planting his feet so he can quickly dart behind it if she pulls out a gun and shoots at him.

He tries again, "Do you want something?"

Rather than a gun, Caedra holds out her hand and summons her rapier. Thick black liquid seems to pour from the veins of her wrist and fills its form as if inside an invisible mold. Long, slender, and yet with an intricate hilt of twisted vines to protect her hand, it shimmers slightly in the light with a faint greenish fire that licks along the blade.

"Not really. There isn't much here you people can give me that I want. You're all so frail, so vulnerable. It's a shame that all you have is that sledgehammer; you'll hardly put up a fight at all," she says with a grin.

She'll hold off on attacking though. The rapier will serve her better if she can get a quick opening, but that sledgehammer is far heavier and she doesn't really want to be hit by it. She has more reach, but he has more power. No, instead the sword is a glimpse at what she's capable of. This is a fight better won with magic than swordplay.

He gapes as what looks like tar starts cascading down her arm and forms a sword out of nothing. If he could back up further he would because there is not enough unsure in the world for what he's seeing. His brain, damaged even at the best of times, is having trouble putting together what he's seeing. That glistening green fire is catching his eye, almost mesmerizing until she speaks.

Frail. Vulnerable.

Weak.

That's enough to set him off and he takes a swing. A controlled one, he's not letting the momentum of the hammer send him off balance. And for as fragile as he looks he has a lot of practice swinging this thing around. He aims for her side, because it's the easiest target and even if she dodges he might still hit her arm or her hip and knock her off her feet.

More importantly he's aiming to swing once and then get the hell out of there. He's seen that sword disintegrate a living creature, he doesn't want to be hit by it.

Caedra is far quicker on her feet than he might have anticipated. She's been at this for longer than most humans in her world manage to survive, after all. She sees the swing coming and leaps back out of range - but it does give Pratt some extra space between them, which ought to help.

If he doesn't move quickly, though, it looks like she'll close that gap just as rapidly as it was made, and she's laughing at his attempt to hit her with such a heavy and short-handled weapon, compared to her rapier.

"What, is that all you can do?" she taunts. He looks like a wild animal about to run, once again, just like the last time they met. Letting him flee would probably serve Rage better, but she doesn't care much for the false god. Killing him would satisfy her far more, even if death only lasts a few days here.

Space is good, that gives him the ability to run, and while staying and fighting would be the stronger, less pathetic option; he is a prey animal and she is the hunter. He'll strike when cornered out of fear but he knows his best options at staying alive have always been to flee or to submit.

And he's positive that trying to appeal to her to keep him alive because he's useful and obedient is 100% not going to work. He probably wouldn't have anyway because he has a small fraction of pride left. Very little, but it's there. The part of him that refuses to let him die in this horrible shirt.

As the swing ends he slides his hands up to the head of the hammer, spinning it around and trying to stab at her with the handle. Not intending to hit her but to keep her further away so he can turn and run.

He doesn't get far, there's not much stamina in him. But he gets a good distance before turning and waiting to defend himself again, all the while backing up. He'll do this a thousand times until he gets to some sort of building he can hide behind or finds someone else who might intervene.

He actually gets a nasty smirk at her question, it reminds him of someone. "Why? Does the hunt excite you?"

Caedra stays well back of the handle of the hammer and instead brings a hand up, once again flinging a bolt of black energy at him. It manages to just miss and hits a branch instead, sending bits of wood and bark and leaves exploding outward and showering down on the two of them as they run. Another follows quickly on its - and Pratt's - heels. If any of these hit, they will certainly hurt, but while her aim is precise, they don't carry the agony that her blade does.

"The hunt? Not always. The kill? Absolutely," she replies with a laugh. And yet while chasing after him, she suddenly spies something and stops.

One more of those odd tomato-like plants, all the way out on this side of the orchard? One of the odd creatures that once lived here must have spread the seeds. She can come back and kill this one later. The stunted plant with its small greenish fruits is far more important to her right now. She spares a glance in the man's direction for just a moment, then uproots the plant and looks around to see if there are any others.

Look, even she has priorities. These people are everywhere and she can kill them any time she likes. The plants are precious and she will collect every one of them she finds.

That sets her apart from the hunters he knew back home. The kill was superficial, just the aftermath of what had occurred. It was the hunt that was exciting, that made them feel strong, feel alive. But he's not about to dwell on these minor differences since the end result: him being dead, is the same no matter their intentions.

As he turns to run again he suddenly tumbles, faceplanting into the ground while still maintaining forward momentum. He has no idea what she hit him with, but his first attempt at scrambling to his feet fails as his leg is in agony and barely responds. Whatever it was hurt something fierce, and weirdly seemed to hurt everywhere, but he's well trained to ignore the pain. Deal with it later - or don't deal with it all.

He lashes out with the sledgehammer from the ground as he rolls over onto his back. She might be right behind him ready to strike.

But... She's most definitely not.

He doesn't wait around to figure out why some plant is more important than the killing she talked so eagerly about. Dragging himself back to his feet he supports himself on a tree for a second before he takes off again, running as far away as he can without going directly back to his house. He's not gonna lead her to where he lives.

Event Log: In Need of a Boat

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