hadriel_logs | Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Predator vs Prey event
Where: All over the city
When: March 13th-March 21st
Warnings: None

It all starts with an explosion, because Rage is excellent at managing her anger. But an explosion isn't enough - she hasn't worked out all her feeling yet. Not until the city itself has gotten caught up in her anger at Fear for being unable to save Delight. And yeah, that means you.

So now you're a predator (Rage) or prey (Fear). You want to hunt, or you're being hunted. Maybe you were defenseless before, or maybe you're the sort who no one could be afraid of... but it's different now, because the gods are passing on their blessings to you. All the better to catch and kill, or run and hide.

What will you do? Try to resist the urge? Good luck with that. Who would want to resist, anyway, when it feels so right to give in? Hunt someone down like a cat after a mouse, or flee like a deer before wolves. Maybe you can find someone to help you, whether that means hunting in packs or looking for safety in numbers. Who knows, maybe you'll even make a few new friends while trying to kill your old ones.

► This log covers March 13th-March 21st.
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When the explosion happened, Will was on his way to try and icefish, just out on the frozen river not far from the shore. He'd always had a strange, unspoken affiliation with Fear, after all, it was what he dealt most with back home, an emotion he knew all too well.

Will was shocked, ducking his head down when he first heard the sound as it rippled through the air, he was afraid the ice below him would crack and swallow him up. There was something else, a crippling fear flooded into him, drowning his senses and taking over.

Slowly hiding his fishing gear, under a shrub at the bank of the water and kicking his tracks with snow to cover them, Will started his cautious decent back into the City. He didn't really want to know what was going on, it was more that he wanted to get back to his apartment and lock the door. Something was going on and he wanted nothing to do with it.

The explosion echoes in her mind, if not in the air. Its effects ripple through her, and she strides eagerly down the frost-covered streets looking for victims, using what remains of her daily casting of Foresight to sense the approach of anyone just ahead of their own movements.

It ends up not being necessary, for the first one she sights isn't even hiding. There's a lone figure striding quietly back toward the town, and she doesn't know this one, whether he's hiding powers or weapons. Honestly, she doesn't care. There's no thought involved as she picks up her pace and brandishes her blade. Hoping to cut him off before he can get into the city proper, she races toward the figure and fires a bolt of foul black power at his chest, then a second. Even if she doesn't hit, he might panic and turn around, back out onto that lonely frozen wasteland.

"Back! Get out of the city, human," she growls, as if warning him off. It doesn't matter where he goes, but chasing him over that white plain and shedding his bright red blood across it inspires some sort of sick artistic pleasure in her imagination.

The figure ahead of him caused Will to swallow a lump that had been forming in his throat. He stopped in his tracks, slowly closed his eyes and inhaled. Using his empathy, seeing her Design, Will soon felt a chill colder than the winds that kicked up around him, causing small snow flurries to scatter.

She was dangerous. She meant to harm him.

Opening his eyes just in time to see the black blot shooting towards him like some kind of lightning. His first instinct was 'what would Hannibal do?' And so Will dropped to the ground in a press up-like stance, only just managing to dodge the attack before he scrambled back to his feet.

"I don't want to fight you."

He called back towards her, raising his hands out before him in a surrendering gesture. Will has no weapons on him, just a pocket full of fishing hooks and line. If he had to, he'd use them to protect himself with but right now, he just wanted to get the hell away from here and there was no way he was going to let her push him out into the frozen barren lands. Or was there?

The closer she got, the more afraid Will became. Though as she drew closer she might have mistaken Will for someone else, someone from her world instead of his. Will froze for a moment, emitting fear like blood in the water.

Yes, he certainly looks defenseless, and that only encourages her. While some might enjoy the notion of a fair fight, a real challenge, Caedra has no such desire, especially not now. All she wants is the rich, gluttonous feeling of a successful kill. The rest? Not really even icing on the cake but rather something to be acknowledged for its existence and no more.

"I see that," she calls as she continues to press closer in a sprint. And as her arm draws back, she prepares to connect that rapier of hers with his frozen figure; to impale him straight through the chest and let the necrotic corrosion of the blade rip through his fragile human flesh. Will he simply stand still and die? Ah, what good fortune that would be, to find one so deeply afraid that his feet refuse to move until it is much too late.

Will and fear were old friends, the walked hand in hand through most of his life, yet the fear that consumed him now was unlike any he'd ever known.

He willed his feet to move, chest rising and falling in fast, laboured breaths, his jaw gurning and teeth clenched as they ground harshly against one another. Just move! Just move! He cursed at himself in his mind in Hannibal's voice as always. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his jacket was all he seemed to be able to do.

A handful of fishing hooks met his trembling fingers and the instant she thrust towards him with that terrifying blade, Will withdrew his hand and swung in defence at her face with a fist full of hooks.

It was hard to tell how badly he had been injured but Will recalled the taste of blood in his mouth. How deeply had she stuck him? How bad was this going to be?

"That's all you have?" she taunts. The hooks cut an arc through the air but lacking real weight behind them, they make for a fairly ineffective weapon. One traces a thin line across the bridge of her nose, drawing ichor as black as her eyes. Others bounce off, and one hooks in the collar of her coat. She ignores it as the blade sinks into human flesh.

She wastes no time in withdrawing it only to thrust the rapier at him again, for it thirsts for life just as much as she does. It is, in fact, called a lifedrinker blade - for it does not simply pierce and the sting of the impact gives way to a rapid necrosis as the wounds themselves begin to rot and spread pain and decay through his body in a wave that burns with poison and stinks of death. Will he prove himself something more than he looks to be, or will he die as wretchedly as most humans do? Really, that's all she wants. An interesting, evenly-matched fight is a waste of time. Caedra seeks ruin.

Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

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