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

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[--tastes fucking terrible.

Horrifyingly so, like battery acid, like a dissolved pill, like something she does not want in her mouth. Rosalind gags, shoving him away as she steps back, wiping her mouth as she stares at him.

It's enough to wake her up again. To cut through the red haze of want and leave her panting, her eyes widening in slow-dawning horror.]

Damn--

[It's soft. Fervent, but entirely for herself. Rosalind trembles, her mouth twisting up-- not in grief, not in rage, but simple emotion, undecipherable right this moment. She takes one step back, and then another-- and then turns, racing away, fleeing out the alley and away from this stupid, stupid child.]

[DID THIS LADY JUST MAKE LIKE DRACULA ON HIM

SHE DID!!!! Great, vampire Spider-Man, just what Hadriel needs.

Okay so he might not be a vampire, shit's probably fine, but you can bet your entire ass that this is something that's going to freak him out once he's done being a little psychopath.

So. She bit him, freaked herself out, and then ran away? Even with his brain jacked up on Rage roids, he still manages to be confused by this weird turn of events. He doesn't pursue her right away, if only because his mind is a little too mixed up to process what the shit had just happened, and also he's annoyed that he's bleeding. He takes a second to see if he can determine just how bad the injury is, decides that he doesn't actually care, and then starts after her. She's fast enough that the time he spent standing around being confused might be enough time for her to lose him, but he's still going to try chasing her down anyway. Psh, who needs rational thought?]

[SHE SURE FUCKING DID

But luckily, there won't be any nasty side-effects, beyond the cut and blood loss. Rosalind flees, racing first down the street, only belatedly remembering she isn't limited anymore. Into an alley, up the walls, onto the roof-- she can her him behind her, far back but not far enough-- and it's stupid, she's stronger, what can he do to her, and yet, and yet--

It reminds her too much of last month, of being stripped down and hunted; of Christmas, and all the horrors that had brought. Of all of it, all the things she's trying so hard not to think about, won't think about, refuses to think about, but he's behind her and he won't stop--

--she ends up behind a water tower, panting harshly, one hand clapped over her mouth as she tries to muffle the sound of her breathing.]

[HOW VERY DARE YOU MA'AM. But good, no vampire spiders. That's very good news for THE WHOLE CITY.

She is much trickier to follow than your average human, which is honestly the only reason Peter bothers following her at all. She isn't one of the people he's been feeling a weird urge to hunt down and totally murderize, so really all he wants to do is see how well he can keep up, like a fucked up game of tag. Don't mind him, he's not really thinking straight.

He is far enough behind her that he doesn't see her duck behind the water tower, but he does end up sticking to it ( Like a. Y'know. Creepy spider.) on the opposite side from where she's taken cover.

[Does he know she's there? Is he even capable of knowing right now, or is he too addled to understand? He doesn't seem to be aware of her, but perhaps she isn't appealing as prey. Or perhaps he's just stupid, who the hell knows, she can't think right now, not really, she can't--

It's just too much like the last world. She keeps expecting grabbing hands, sadistic laughter and screams thick on the streets; the fact that there's only silence is almost more unnerving. Rosalind takes another shallow breath, and another (she can smell him, that battery acid swirl of blood, yes, and sweat and youth and male and sort-of-human, which is a bizarre swirl of information to know just from one breath).

Time passes. Seconds, minutes, and sooner or later, her panic slowly abates. It leaves her feeling exhausted, drained in the worst kind of way. She rubs her face, tries to focus. Just sitting here isn't doing her any good. Rosalind exhales again, the noise just a little shaky, before getting to her feet and coming around the water tower.]

Can you understand me?

[By now he's moved to the top of the water tower, and he's just hanging out up there while he watches her come around the side of it. He doesn't attack, though. She's not one of the people he was "supposed" to be hunting, the only reason he'd even attacked her was because she grabbed him, soooo. He's just kind of taking a break now.]

I mean, yeah?

[He may be half out of his mind with Rage roids, but he can try to hold a conversation. Let's see how well this goes.]

There's no need for that tone. Half the city's gone mad, am I supposed to assume your speech centers weren't affected? Come down here.

[Bossy!]

[the THINKING part of his brain isn't doing a very good job of keeping up with him today, so he almost hops down when she tells him to. Almost. He probably would have tried to punch her head, so it's good that he doesn't. But no, the rational part of his brain manages to wrestle control away from the RAGE part, and instead of jumping down at her, he just points at her.]

You literally just went all Dracula on me, and you think I wanna come down there? If I start craving blood, I'm blaming you!

[She makes a little grimace at the name Dracula, but whatever.]

Settle down. You won't. I'd have to drain you for that to happen-- and even then, you might not be a vampire at all.

[You might be a ghoul! that's fun!]

Okay, cool. How do I know you're not gonna try to finish the job, then? How do I know you don't wanna make me your vampire slave?

[of course he's going to be as difficult as possible about this, but he does look like he's preparing to hop down so she's kind of winning.]

Because if I wanted a slave, I'd pick someone less prone to dressing like that.

Wooooooooooow. But you know what, I'll take it.

[Yeah he's just gonna hop down and see what she wants.]

I'm certain you will.

Do you have a name? A proper name, not . . . Spider-Whatever.

That depends. Have you met the other guy yet?

[Y'know, the other Spider-Whatever.]

I have, yes. He was a bit chattier than you are, so at least you've beat him there so far.

Finally, I'm the best at something.

[SCORE. Except under normal circumstances this Spidey is just as chatty as the other Spidey. If not more. So maybe not score.]

And I take it he didn't give you his proper name?

He did not, no. Though I didn't ask, to be fair. I was reluctant to encourage his chattering in any way.

Are you offering it?

Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

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