hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Stampede

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for Stampede event
Where: All over the city
When: December 26th-December 28th
Warnings: None

There's a rumbling sound in the air early in the afternoon on December 26th. Whether you're new in town or you've seen it all, something like this hasn't happened before. Is it an earthquake? It feels kind of like a small one, and that might be endurable if not for the sudden snarling and gnashing of teeth!

As it turns out, these yet-unnamed apex predators are overrunning the city, ignoring their previous apprehension to barrel right through anything- or anyone- that stands in their way. Seemingly spooked by something, they are aggressive and violent and won't hesitate to tear anyone they meet to pieces... after trampling them underfoot, of course. They're so large and muscular that they may even take a few portions of buildings with them- how would you like to see one of these monsters crashing through your living room?

At least it's only these weird mammoths, though... right?

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[ordinarily, this is something that Margaery would be in the thick of, protecting the residents of Hadriel and proving her own strength. to them and to herself.

but after Maglor vanished, she's been finding it hard to care about much of anything. certainly not Hadriel. nor herself. no, she feels as though she's been torn asunder, one third of her yearning for Matt, the other third for Maglor, and the final third for nothing at all.

just. nothingness.

nothingness would be nice.

better than the too-much-somethingness she's feeling now.

so when she wanders out past the edge of town (not on purpose, no. but because it was there and there was no one to stop her) and finds Ephemera making his stand, she goes to his side and draws her sword.

the creatures would come? let them come]

...yes. Bring it.

[ For a moment, Ephemera welcomes the company. A good fight is a thing of beauty. Why not share it?

Then he glances back and his tone goes sharp. ]

What the fuck, Margaery? Get out of here! You've got no armor.

[she's not wearing armor. she's wearing this gown. she wore it when she died and she wore it during the battle with the Null. it's obviously been repaired a time or two. but she's unconcerned. she never has worn armor before.

and she can't bring herself to care about wearing it now.

placidly] I'm fine. I've always fought like this.

You're gonna get flattened.

[ He has no right to lecture anyone about walking unprepared into a fight, but other people don't get to die on him. Not when Ephemera can help it. ]

Get behind me. Right now.

Perhaps. [she says placidly. a little too placidly. the effect is a bit eerie.

she's not. . . actively suicidal. more like passively]

If you insist. [still placid. far too much so for the situation they're in]

[....fuck.

Ephemera takes a sharp breath. Lets it out. It's not the first time he's someone go into that weird, empty calm. It never ends well. No matter how much he wants to fight, he's not going to let someone else get torn apart just because they can't think of a good reason to dodge. Unbidden, he thinks of the twins.

No. None of that. ]

We're leaving.

[ Fuck this. Ephemera lowers his rifle. ]

You're coming with me, now, or I'm carrying you.

[she continues to stare at him with wide, rarely blinking eyes. she sees no problem with their current circumstances. after all, she's faced far worse under far worse circumstances. surely, there's not a problem now?]

What?

[she doesn't lower her sword]

May I ask why?

[ Ephemera glares at her, though it's lost behind his helmet. ]

You're going to get yourself killed.

[ And he wanted to fight and kill and maybe take a hit to remember that he's still breathing, but that's different. He's moved past the sense that his body no longer matters so long as he can reach his goals. There's a life he cares for now, and people within it, that don't deserve to be crushed underfoot. ]

You gonna come on your own? Because this is not a negotiation.

[she continues to look eerily placid]

No, I won't.

[she's still calm in the face of everything. too calm, actually. the kind of calm that is achieved by either the veteran of a thousand battles or by those who simply don't care if they make it to the end of the fight or not. not that she'll ever admit to the latter. she's simply . . . calm]

It's not?

You - !

[ He bites off a curse, wanting to grab her by the shoulders and just shake her until she gets rid of that blank expression. Because it's one he knows and doesn't want to. It would've been easier to deal with her anger. He knows anger. They're on intimate terms, he and anger. But this is different, harder, and he looks away.

Breathe, asshole. ]

Yeah, it's not. Because I will pick you up and carry you. I'll do that. What's it gonna be?

--me?

[shaking wouldn't work. she'd just be confused as to why he was shaking her. and that blank expression is going nowhere anytime soon. and she's had her time of anger, raging at the gods for taking the man she loved from her for a second time and again, before she could even say goodbye. but her rage burned out into this frightening calm.

he seems to be breathing?]

...I suppose I can walk? Unless you want to carry me?

Event Log: The Stampede

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