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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► 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]

[ Nate would argue that he is normal, but anyone who knows him better would probably disagree. ]

Ah-ah-

[ Beretta drawn, Nate aims it at his head. No idea how bulletproof that armor is, but here's hoping there's a dent to be made. ]

I wouldn't reach for that.

feel free to shoot him! as long as it's not immediately lethal

[bloodbathing]

[ At such close range, it would be more than a dent. And Maine vividly remembers the last time someone shot him in the head. The muzzle had been pressed against the underside of his chin. It was the first of the nine bullets that ripped his throat to pieces.

For a split second, the usually unshakable Freelancer freezes. Then the signals from his brain finally reach his jelly-like legs:

Run.

He launches himself forward, intending to barrel straight over Nate as he flees. ]