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.
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► 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

[nonscriptum]

[ There's that blueish shield thing again, whatever strange power Scott has as his disposal which apparently struggled to lift a door but has no issue absorbing the force of his shot. Seeing it happen in real time is strange, a curious talent that has Nate tilting his head just slightly to one side, watching.

He isn't stupid, there's no point in wasting ammo, but Scott's attempt at circling doesn't treat him well as Nate keeps pace, preventing him from getting out of the line of sight.

Suddenly, the shock and surprise evident on his face as something catches his eye past Scott, Nate blanches. ]

Oh, shit-

[casualryder]

[Perhaps because of his intense fear, plain naivety, Nate's convincing nature, or a mixture of all three working together to just ruin his fucking day, Scott immediately feels his chest seize up in fright, causing him to let down his biotic shield and spin around to the second intruder so close (obviously) that they had his attacker even give pause. This time he's ready to throw the next asshole who tries to get the jump on him across town.

Except, there's no one there.

In an ironic echo:] Oh shit—

[nonscriptum]

No shit.

[ It's exactly the kind of dumbfuck opportunity Nate was waiting for. Scott turns in a panic and Nate uses the split-second immediately, springing forward with a lunge.

Arms around Scott's middle Nate tackles him head-on, over six feet of dense muscle and a shoulder that jams into his prey's solar plexus as they hit the ground. ]

[casualryder]

[He's going to hate himself when this is all over.

Hell, he's hating himself right now, getting the wind knocked straight out of him as he hits the floor. Being tackled right on the tail end of using up some of his biotic energy when he is in no way up to his usual strength here in Hadriel is probably a very dangerous thing for him. His recovery time is spent having a shoulder jamming into him from a body taller than his own, therefore all he can do is struggle against the pressure. He makes a couple of premature attempts to try and push Nate off him, glowing a weak blue and at worst Nate would probably feel a small pressure trying to get him off of Scott that amounts to the strength of a kid trying to shove a grown ass adult.

When that is obviously not going to work he makes an attempt reach for one of the guns on his back — the Carnifex pistol would be enough. However he still doesn't want to kill anyone. That annoying, idealistic, part of him thinks that somehow he can resolve this peacefully. Or run. Instead, as soon as his hand is able to pull it from the magnetic station on his back he bends his arm to the gun is pointing behind him (awkward and uncomfortably) fires off a round once he thinks it's close enough to his attacker's head, hoping that the loud heavy hitter of the weapon would be enough to ring the other's ears painfully. That, or be a good enough warning that he's about to get shot in head if it's the last thing Scott does. Though Scott manages to be fairly unintimidating even wielding a gun.]