Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

[hadrielmods]

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.
► 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!
► If you get caught by a predator or have things turned on you by your prey, please let us know here.

Comments

Peter Parker (mcu), closed and open prompts. CW: blood, violence, murder, etc

[itsnotaonesie]

[There isn't a day that goes by anymore where Peter doesn't get mad about something or other. Usually it's himself that he gets annoyed with, but he'd slowly been starting to get better about not holding himself accountable for everything that goes wrong around him. Progress! Good job Peter you're doing it.

But then Rage happens. There's no gradual realization that he's crankier than usual, no simmering anger that eventually boils over. Only a tingling of his spider-sense just before the temple goes kablooey, followed by an instantaneous, all encompassing rage. Any other time, Peter had been able to rationalize himself through the wacky emotional stuff the Gods had pulled on them, but there was no rationalization this time. No thinking at all, really. There was only the rage, instinct, and an urge, a need to hunt that couldn't be ignored. He can't fight it, which means y'all are gonna have to fight him. GOOD LUCK.]


The Lab: (Closed to Newt, RIP Newt)

[The tiniest bit of rational thinking that Peter has left has led him to the lab to grab some of his gear, some extra web fluid, and his mask. Aaand that's about it. No road snacks, he doesn't bother putting on the rest of the suit. The mask helps his eyes focus on his prey and the webs will keep them in place, and that's all he really needs right now. Right?

Right. He pulls his hood up over his head and prepares to leave, when he realizes that he's not quite as alone in here as he'd thought he was. Time for shit to get absolutely terrible.]


RIGHT BEHIND YOU OH GOD!!!!! (The wildcard basically, OPEN)

[You're walking in the woods
There's no one around and your phone is dead
Out of the corner of your eye you spot him:
Shia LaBeouf Oh it's just Peter

Peter can pop up anywhere and everywhere prior to whenever George makes him stop doing this bullshit. I'm open to basically everything; adding to his kill count, injuring more people, just chasing them around and scaring the shit out of them, terrifying team ups (he might still try to fight anyone he teams up with for funsies), being injured himself (anything goes short of being dismembered or something, I have plans for his arms and legs. Or at least most of his arms and legs.) hit me up at mummifiedsalarian or on my plotting comment over HERE if you want to hash some things out or we can just YOLO this bad boy right here and see what happens.]


Silent Hill Zone (For George ((AND PETE I THINK)), also Open to whoever the Hell would even be there dang, near the end of the event)

[He'd always avoided this area before, his spider-sense would always tingle at him any time he got close. It was bad here. He didn't know why or how, and he'd never wanted to find out. Right now, though, he simply didn't care. There was prey to be hunted and he wasn't going to let something trivial like common sense, hunger, fatigue, or his injuries stop him. So uhhhh, here come dat boi, oh shit what up?]

wildcard bitches

[originallutece]

[She'd read the newbie guide. She'd listened to the audio guides. She'd even gone through the network, skimming through it while she was relaxing during the day, desperately trying to accumulate as much information as she could. An event was going to come sooner or later, and she wanted to be as prepared as possible.

And then an event had come, and she wasn't prepared, not really.

She isn't affected, and that's worth something. But she's still out and about when it hits, and soon enough the streets are madness regardless.

The man (boy? hoodies make her think boy, but he's hard muscle) is racing through the streets, and there's blood on his clothes, and she recognizes the way he moves. Not the person beneath, no, but the intent. This isn't someone moving to flee; it's someone hunting.

And it doesn't matter, really. Let him hunt; it's not her concern. Whomever he goes after isn't close to her, so why not? And yet something curdles in her stomach. Perhaps it's six months in that hellish city, too often a victim at another's hands, helpless to do anything but survive it. Perhaps she just hates the thought of chaos. Does it matter?

He darts by, and suddenly she's near him, moving faster than him, supernatural grace and speed lending her a hand as she grabs him by the throat. Slams him into the wall, glaring.]

Enough.

[It's a growl with supernatural hints behind it, an inhuman quality to her snarl as she tightens her fingers. Her red eyes blaze, but after a moment she stares at him coldly.]

I haven't eaten in over two weeks, and trust me when I say you look incredibly tempting. So. Get inside, get a grip, and don't tempt me.

my favorite kind of bitches!!!

[itsnotaonesie]

[Turns out having a spider-sense is only good for so much when the thing it's warning you about moves too fast for you to react. He's barely registered the fact that he's been grabbed by someone before his back is against the wall. Under normal circumstances he'd be freaked out, but all it accomplishes right now is pissing him off even more. Also under normal circumstances, he'd make some kind of obnoxious quip, something like "are you coming onto me". Something along those lines because damn lady, but literally everything about this situation is abnormal. So, no smartass comments. No comments at all, in fact.

The white eyes of his mask peek out from under his hood, and he cocks his head almost curiously before grabbing her wrist with one hand, attempting to hold her arm in place. He's about a second away from trying to break her elbow by punching the balls out of it with his free hand, think fast lady!!!]

[originallutece]

[Please don't break her elbow, she only has two . . .

No, but thanks to her tutoring, thanks to all the things she'd gone through with her teachers, she has a fairly good sense of what he's trying next. And she could heal from it, she will heal from it, but that doesn't mean she wants to suffer in the first place.

So she goes for the easy move. He seems more focused on emotion than thought, and so he might not even see this coming: her knee rising up sharply, aimed for right between his legs, at best downing him and at worst at least disrupting him.]

Silent Hill Zone

[toiletseat_girl]

[George has gotten separated from Sharon and Jo and is trying to make her way back to them. Jo, because she's her sister, and Sharon, because she has a crush on the other girl that can be seen from space.

and it is full of horrors, ones she'd never willingly subject others to, but so far she's been safe here, under Sharon's protection. this is her home. she hasn't even really had to use Fear's blessing, she's been so well protected. so that's nice.

the Zone may scare people, but not George. not anymore, at least. it's always been hard to scare her, ever since she was a little girl. even the sight of gravelings, mysterious creatures that cause death, when she was still alive didn't scare her. she felt drawn to the fear instead.

so maybe it makes sense that she feels at home here, in the fog and the shadows and the terror.

that's when she hears something, the crunch of frozen grass behind her]

[itsnotaonesie]

[You know what's spookier than a pyramid head? Being stalked by a kid in a spider-man mask and a blood soaked hoodie. In the screwed up mental and emotional state that he's in right now, he's not afraid of this place. He doesn't know how to be afraid. All he knows is that he needs to hunt, he needs to destroy, and he simply isn't able to question it. He hasn't been able to stop himself, hasn't even been able to try to stop himself. All he feels is rage.

He's jumped off of... something or other and landed on the frozen ground behind George, close enough to tell that something is very, very off about him despite the fact tat his face is hidden, but he's not nearly close enough that he can attack her right away. What he does do is begin stalking towards her, slowly, deliberately, like he's just waiting to see how she'll react.]

(cw: misogynistic slur)

[toiletseat_girl]

[pyramid heads are bitches. Sharon's the scariest thing in this place with her as a close second. the why she's a close second is a secret carefully guarded, only used once to subdue a host. and she swore all who saw it to secrecy.

when she hears the landing behind her, she immediately turns towards it. it's Peter, but . . . . what the fuck is he doing? he's acting weird, like creepy-weird not teenage-boy-weird. she knows him more than well enough to be able to tell the difference.

she keeps here voice steady and says]

Peter. What the fuck?

Right behind you

[unphase]

[after the explosion, Tinya goes into a state of high alert. she also phases reflexively. she was caught off-guard once, once and it likely cost her her life, she's not about to let that happen again.

she takes a careful look around her and hovers mid-air.

that's when she sees Peter headed toward her on his webbing. she raises a hand in greeting.

only for him to go barreling through what would have been her middle had she not been phased. as it is, he only passes through air]

Peter? What are you doing?

[itsnotaonesie]

[The only piece of his suit he has on is his mask, and it's partially concealed by the hood of his hoodie, but like obviously the webs he's swinging around on are a dead give away. He passes right through her, catching himself on a building and perching there while he glances up at her, not answering her question at all. Not saying anything at all, really, he's more focused on trying to think of a way to fight someone that he can't touch. What a mystery.]

[unphase]

[she's not about to become tangible, not anytime soon. not until she figures out what has gotten to her friend and maybe how to get him out of it.

she remains hovering in mid-air, an expression of concern mixed with alarm on her face]

I said, what are you doing?

THE OPEN ONE STOP BULLYING HER

[evocation]

[Kyna has decided she's sick of hiding in Wash's room, trying not to die, and so she's decided to take a different tack—she's going to deal with as many would be killers as possible and try to lower the body count.

Of course, the issue with that is that Kyna's fighting style is essentially brute force, and so it takes almost no effort at all for him to sneak up on Kyna. By the time she actually hears him, it's far too late for her to react.]

I WILL NOT

[itsnotaonesie]

[Yo Kyna you ever been kicked in the back by SPIDER-MAN??? because that's pretty much what he's going for, just swinging in on a web and wrecking balling his way in. Like okay, he's just got the mask on, but it still counts as spider-man being a dick.

So uh, heads up, buckeroo.]

[evocation]

[Heads up is not something Kyna is historically great at, so she goes sprawling onto the ground, trying to scramble away and flip herself onto her back to face him. She doesn't make an effort to attack just yet, but her hands are cracking with electricity.]

Peter, what the fuck.

OH GODDD!! YOLO tbh

[writtendestiny]

[Since this entire thing began, Poison has known there's something wrong. She isn't a killer, despite many other negative traits that could be held against her, but walking the streets with a knife in her hand is the only thing that works to stop the buzzing in the back of her skull that tells her to hunt something, to kill something.

Yet she still falters, just for a moment, when she comes across Peter. He's not one of the people she's looking for, but her hand tightens around the hilt of her hunting knife regardless.]

... Hi.

i'm here for YOLO

[itsnotaonesie]

[And Poison isn't one of the people that Peter's hunting, which is the only reason Peter doesn't outright attack her the second he sees her. He'd been pretty indiscriminate about who he gets into random fights with, however, and generally just throws hands with everyone. There's this tiny voice in the back of his head though, something the rage had been drowning out since this shit kicked off. "Maybe not this one," it says.

He prepares to shoot some webs at her, but hesitates, does it again, hesitates a second time, and finally just lowers his hands.]

... Hey.

[writtendestiny]

[Hard to know him with the mask on, but she'd recognise those web shooters anywhere. She recognises his posture, his height compared to her, and - when he speaks, even that single word - she knows his voice. Very slowly, through the adrenaline thrumming through her, she slides her knife into the sheath attached to her belt and lets go of the handle.

Might be a bad idea.

"Maybe not this one."]

Peter?

wildcard, lets gooo

[mysophobic]

[ This whole...week has been a thing apparently. Shigeru is honestly almost too terrified to leave his apartment at this point. But sooner or later he's gonna have to get more cleaning supplies and food. So he's making a quick and honest effort to get in and out of the food store without having too much difficulty.

He's trying to be quick about it but he's the worst when it comes to food, it's a hard life, being OCD and living in a place like this. He's actually on high alert, especially after what's happened with Margaery. ]

yeeeeess

[itsnotaonesie]

[Oh hey man, what's up? Shopping? That's cool, that's cool. You know what won't help with shopping even a tiny bit? That masked weirdo creeping along behind you on the ceiling. Peter isn't actually doing anything yet, aside from watching and waiting for this guy to notice him. It's always more entertaining when they freak out before the chase begins.

Is that fucked up? That's probably a little fucked up.]

Wildcard!

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar hadn't really noticed the change in his temper, but much like a certain scientist that turned large and green, he tended to always be angry. He'd been hunting for hours now, but normally where either his stamina would have given out or the pain from his brittle bone disease would have made him stop, instead Rage's blessing had kept him going. He would sleep, oh yes, and very soundly, once every single one of these little vermin had been hunted down and skinned alive.

He's on the prowl when he sees someone else. Normally, he might make some small talk, but all he's focusing on now is whether he's one of those Ivar is seeking. He's not, much to his disappointment, but he's also the first other predator Ivar has encountered. He walks over to him, limp much less pronounced right now.]

Have you found anyone?

[itsnotaonesie]

[This is probably the first time Peter's really stopped for any sort of break since this whole thing started. Really it's less a break and more him trying to decide where he wants to go next, he's just hanging out on the corner with his hands stuffed into his hoodie's pockets when Ivar approaches. There's about a split second there where he considers just picking this dude up and seeing how far he can toss him, but eeeeehhhh naaaah. Maybe later.]

A couple.

[He's way waaaay less chatty than usual, which might be a good thing? Or maybe it's just a creepy thing.]

[forcer]

[ He needed to get away from the house before he took his anger out on the furniture or, worse, Hux. And, fortunately for the rest of the population, Kylo wasn't looking to kill anybody but Poe Dameron, the Traitor, and the Girl. So, after a bit of thinking, he decided to go somewhere quiet where he could meditate, center himself because that's what a good force user does, right?

As if.

Kylo goes to the forest with no intention of meditating; the last time he did that, he was forced to by his uncle while training to be a Jedi. The plan in the woods includes a lot of screaming, cutting down plants and trees with his lightsaber, with the Force, and stars help anybody who gets in his way because he plans on cutting them down, too. And that includes the boy in the trees that he catches a glimpse of as he flies past. He recognizes him as the kid that recognized who he was, knew about his home galaxy... And he is more than happy to bring him down. The little piece of shit.

A single hand goes up into the air in Peter's direction, catching him mid-air and slamming him into the tree. ]

[itsnotaonesie]

[WOW all Peter wanted to do was pass through on his way to go probably murder some poor, innocent sucker, when all of a sudden STAR WARS HAPPENS. Peter's spider-sense doesn't know how the hell it's supposed to react to being snatched out of the air by nothing, but it does know how to react to being slammed into a tree. Unfortunately, he doesn't really have time to react before the slamming part happens, but he manages to catch himself on the tree before just falling and eating shit.

And now he's going to take a second to look around frantically for whatever or whoever just caused that crazy shit to happen. Upon spotting Kylo, he decides to just stay up here on his tree for now and shoot some webs at him. It's less to really stick him to anything and more to just see what he does next.]

holy shit i just realized i never tagged into this I'M SO SORRY

[completelycrazy]

[Newt... hasn't quite picked up on the details of the event yet. Something scary is certainly going on, but it's just another event, no big deal, and they've got work to do. Whatever the event is, it can wait. Going out for another round of host-catching will just get him out of the city anyway, which, well. That kind of feels like the thing to do at the moment. Get the hell out of here.

The lab is eerily quiet when Newt walks in. He figured at least some of the crew would be trickling in about now, but apparently he's the first, except—]

Oh, hey Peter.

[He realizes something is wrong before the words leave his mouth. Something internal is telling him to run, get the hell out of here, forget the plan, this is wrong, dangerous, but that's just the event. It's just the event. They have work to do.

Still, he can't help but take a step toward the door when Peter turns, wearing that mask with the hood drawn up.]

Um. You okay...?

ITS ALL GOOD

[itsnotaonesie]

[Peter doesn't move at first, just watching Newt's movements intently. His obvious discomfort, the way he inches towards the door, something's definitely off about him. But then, something's definitely off about Peter, too. I mean, the good news is that Newt's right, it is just the event. It's just kind of a horrible event.

He inclines his chin slightly in response to Newt's question. Yeah, he's okay. Buuut then about a split second later things are about to be not okay, because Peter's leaping over the table and diving in Newt's direction. Well that can't be good, huh.]

comes in late to wildcardbucks, fhghghg

[shithefuckup]

[For Zack, it was just another day...okay well, aside from whatever that blast was he heard this morning and his nerves feeling strangely more tense then usual whilst walking around the city. Were either of those things he should be worried about? Ehhh, probably not. Maybe.

Then he turns around and yelps before falling flat on his ass.]

HUWAH- !!

[Yeowch, that's a literal butthurt! He looks up, glaring at an oh-so familiar face.]

Peter, what the fuck?! Give a heads up at least, goddamn!