Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

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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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[ragnarsson]

[Ivar finally comes out of the spot where he'd been hiding. He's limping badly, the iron braces on his legs doing the crippled warrior no favors. He laughs then, a cruel sound not entirely sane.]

For others, perhaps that is true. But I'm a Viking. We live to fight and kill.

[Whatever's affecting people merely removed Ivar's usual inhibitions. The urge to kill is all his own mind. While he might be able to rein in his psychotic tendencies normally, right now, there's nothing holding him back.]

[madamdirector]

[ At least he's not actively attacking her. There's no knowing how long that will last - probably not long - but Lucretia's going to take advantage of the break while she can. ]

To fight and kill innocent people?

[ She doesn't know what a Viking is, or what their values are, but presumably this man hadn't been running around murdering random inhabitants of Hadriel before all of this. ]

Is that what you live for?

[ragnarsson]

[It's actually surprising it took Ivar this long to snap. Thank his roommates for keeping a good leash on him this entire time. But now he's got no limits or hesitations when it comes to hurting anyone here.]

No one is innocent. No one.

[Something he'd believed his entire life.]

But the thrill of battle, to kill and die when I can no longer be a proper warrior, yes, I do live for that.

[madamdirector]

[ She can't argue with that. Lucretia knows she's the furthest thing from innocent. Isn't that why they're all here, at least in theory? Why the Door had chosen them, and not someone else?

But that doesn't mean she's prepared to just accept her fate and let him kill her. She listens, taking the opportunity to rest and plan her next move, but as soon as he finishes talking she nods. ]

Better pull a Count Rugen and prepare to die, then.

[ She's already had to use up far too many spell slots just to survive this far, but she's not completely out. Not yet.

She dispels the shield and almost immediately casts again - Disintegrate, a sixth level spell that makes Magic Missile look like a joke. She doesn't really believe it's actually going to kill him, but it should do some major damage.

She doesn't stop to check how successful she's been - she just takes off, running as fast as she fucking can, hoping that she's delayed him long enough to get away. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Good Lord, he really needs to learn how to estimate how powerful magic users are. He'd met Angus and Taako before while searching out prey, but they were a pair of putzes compared to Lucretia. He's blasted clear off his feet and into a nearby wall. There's a snapping sound that's all too familiar. What bone has broken this time? Who knows.

He really just should've killed her instead of fooling around. This is the price he pays for his arrogance and need to watch people suffer. He struggles back to his feet, rather dazed as he holds his side. There's a sharp pain there. He thinks his ribs took the worst of the damage he suffered.

It doesn't matter. Being hurt is a minor inconvenience right now. All that matters is being able to get back to his feet and continue the chase. He's relentless as a wolf in his hunt.]