hadriel_logs | Event Log: Predator vs. Prey

Only a few days have passed since Caedra's return to the city. Every step toward it away from the bunker had dragged, even at the quick pace she and Law had set. They needed to return, to make it back before the gods could move the city because as much as she hates this place and its people, she needs to crack that Door and its secrets open if she's ever to go home again. But it's hard all the same. There is no lure to be with mortals whose souls are dangled in front of her like carrots, only to be snatched away and revived before they can be crushed in her grasp.

The explosion breaks the tedium of her life in the city, and at the sound, the feeling, the force, Caedra looks toward the point of destruction with a grin. Finally! Perhaps a Null attack? Something she can unleash her destruction on without being blamed as the sole cause of violence? Ah, what fortune. But there are no Null to be seen and no explanation comes.

Not that she wants one. Whatever restraint she usually exercises unravels rapidly, and she draws her blade, forming the familiar black hilt in her palm. She now understands the rush of emotion, the source if not the reason, for she has been here a full year and the gods have toyed with her just like the rest. And as she's filled with thoughts of blood and murder, she embraces the change.

Time to descend upon these pathetic mortal vermin and reduce them to entrails and ash.

((If you haven't already arranged something but want to talk about it, Caedra's plotting post for this event is right here.))

Edited 2019-03-15 01:10 (UTC)

On the Run

[The desperate sense of self-preservation is completely logical, it couldn't possibly be due to Fear's influence. So Law thinks as he darts secretively through the streets, trying to make it to the clinic safely. The clinic is where he belongs, it's defensible...

He has his nodachi in one hand but the other remains poised to call up a Room the instant he feels threatened. Whoever catches him out and about will end up fighting him if they get close enough, but he's a bit off his game thanks to this Fear problem and, after day one, weakened by the lack of his heart in his chest. He'll be unpleasantly surprised to find himself losing every fight and damaged as a result. Come hunting, predators...]

At the Clinic

[it doesn't matter how roughed up and bloodied he is, Law has a job to do and somehow working staves off the panic quite nicely. He's still on edge and jumpy, but he's a professional goddammit and he's not letting anyone die on his table. Come find him for painless repair and a band-aid, but don't expect a comforting bedside manner.]

Closed to Knock Out

[at some point Law has to go out for something, and comes back in even worse shape than before. He's found himself on the wrong end of a robot's rage and stumbles back into the clinic completely shredded, too exhausted to even use his own power to stem the bleeding. He manages to make it near enough to a cot before passing out, collapsing onto the floor. Looks like surgery is all yours, Knock Out. Have fun.]

((ooc: permissions post))]

( I. Start of the event - Near Fear's Temple. )

Lady Maria had been near Fear's Temple when Rage's furious anger destroyed it. She was unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast, being sent flying off in a direction along with rubble, debris following her. The impact and trauma would have been enough to kill or fatally harm any normal human but Maria wasn't any normal mortal, now way she?

You might have found her, laying there limp and seemingly lifeless, just a porcelain face among the dust and bricks that scattered around and over her. However, all is not as it seems... As she lay there, bleeding out in crimson pools, Maria was, in fact, powering up and slowly regenerating.

It's best not to linger if you know what's best for you, but then again, how could you? How could you know what awaits when she finally comes to? Maybe you feel you should help her? The poor woman is trapped and clearly harmed. Maybe you feel the need to wait and see if she's alright or try to dig her out from under the debris? Whatever you decide to do, it won't be long before you realize you've made a mistake.

( II. Middle to end of the event - Rampaging around the City. )

By now, Lady Maria was in full swing of things. Rage's gift had made her feel more invincible than normal and to top it off, everyone she saw, she saw as something that needed to be destroyed.

Those who came at her, full of fight and purpose, she saw as other Hunters, like those who wished to gain passage through the Astral Clocktower, she would amuse those with a fight, as they were worthy.

Others, those who ambled around not really bothering her, she saw as Beasts, just like those that plagued Yharnam when the Scourge was in full effect. She would still be hostile towards them, though they were not the ones she seeks.

Finally, Lady Maria sort out those she saw as prey. Those she had to destroy and in her twisted vision, they were slug-like and docile, just like the poor unfortunate souls of the Fishing Hamlet.

Lady Maria was inconsolable in her rage, the horrors she was seeing, the urge to wipe them out completely, there was no way of stopping her.

[ ooc: You can find lady Maria's plotting post here if you want to know more about her fighting style! Also hit me up on

feathersandwax if you want to plot something! ]

Edited 2019-03-15 21:00 (UTC)

[When Nate had stepped outside the apartment building, he felt the explosion.

Heard it not long after, a sensation he knew well being the sort of person to cause mayhem on the job. His fingers had twitched in something he might later identify as excitement, ghost sensations of stone and mud and the audible snap of a neck held tight between his elbow and chest.

It was fine, he had rationalized without thinking too hard, because for some reason it didn't matter. It would continue not to matter for the foreseeable future, so he found little strangeness in it except that his entire body wanted to vibrate out of his skin, an adrenaline-high itch he couldn't scratch. Nate was familiar with being on alert, having to prepare for the inevitable mercenary clambering over the next rock to shoot him full of holes, but this was different.

This is different. Eager. Hungry. He retrieves his guns and leaves the building, with no intention of returning until satisfied.]

[NOTE: Nate's plotting post is here. This is mostly for people who have pre-arranged stuff with me, but if you haven't and are interested, hmu at

uncalendula!]

[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?]

The trouble with being a Witcher was that you had a heightened sense anyways, so when the temple shattered and emotions of both Fear and Rage blasted across the City like a sonic boom, you can bet that Geralt felt the intensity of it all too well.

At first, he quickly straddled Roach and galloped out, as far away from the epicentre as he could. There was no way he wanted to be apart of whatever that horrible feeling was. His Wolf amulet never stopped trembling, his evidence that this was something the Gods were up to.

After a while of camping out at the edges of the City, Geralt started to succumb to the feelings around him. Somehow, Rage had managed to find him all the way out there. It crept into his head, whispering in his ear like a little devil, hissing with forked tongue and horns. The longer he stayed away from people, the more he grew to hate and despise them.

The thing about Witcher's is, that no one really liked them. They thought they were monsters that killed monsters, cold-hearted, only interested in the gold crown coins they could accumulate from contracts. Fairy tales and folksongs depicting Witcher's as horrible, bloodthirsty creatures that would slice, chop and eat you up whole.

Geralt sat and stewed, growing more angry and bitter as he dwelled on such songs and stories. Why was he hiding away? It was they who should have hidden, for Geralt was a thing nightmares. Yes, that was right, he was.

As he came back into the City, Geralt looked furious. His yellow, cat-like eyes shining brightly. At his hips swung various potions and bombs, each hand holding a sword, one silver and one steel, though he wasn't very fussy about which he was going to use, he just wanted to cut and slice, chop and dice you.

[ Geralt has a plotting post over here or feel free to hit me up on

feathersandwax if you want to plot something specific. ]

The fear that had hit him was so intense it nearly knocked him off his feat. Sal hadn't been far from home but when he thought about going back he was gripped with paranoia that someone would be there waiting for him. The looming spire now made him feel a sense of dread when he looked at it.

No, not just the spire. But everywhere. Everywhere felt unsafe. So unsafe he wondered if he would bring Edward out were he backed into a corner, despite telling himself he would never use the Teez in such a way, no matter how much danger he was in. For now he kept him safely tucked away underneath his sweater while he ducked in and out of empty buildings, hiding if he saw someone he didn't know. On the flip side, if he does know you he might be running over so he doesn't have to be alone.

(ooc: SO I'm already planning for him to be killed by DiMA but I'm cool with him being injured and stuff so this is open for all of that good stuff. Hit me up at

nicknacked or Nicknack #8988 on Discord for plotting stuff!)

[The first thing the eidolons teached Rydia after kidnapping her as a child was to control her feelings, especially her rage: an angry summoner was a dangerous one and she was only eight when she broke her limits to call Titan and not only used him to attack but changed the whole landscape around Mist, that couldn't happen again... and she was teached how to control herself.

Sadly the explosion that announces Rage's wave hits her close to home, the summoner never really learnt to control her fear for that kind of things if she's not in battle or she's not preparing herself for it- and as she cowers under the table of her apartment she allows any defense she may have to crumble. One moment she's overwhelmed by fear and the next thing she knows is that her heart is suddenly filled with rage. Rage toward her situation, rage about being stuck in a place that isn't where she would like to be and... toward other people.

Thunders crackle on the tip of her fingers as she realizes her whole body feels stronger with the divine blessing she received. The cold no longer matters as the summoner walks out of her apartment and reaches the streets. How long had it been from the last time she went out for a serious hunt? Definitely too long and Rydia knows it. She licks her lips with anticipation scanning the area around her and simply starting to walk around in a relatively innocent way as she seeks her first victim. Every step only makes her more and more upset because Why are they hiding, they're just wasting my time while they should just come here and die, every little event only increases her frustration and the need to find someone to hurt. Come on, so far everyone she has seen was clearly like her, she needs someone... different.]

► CITY;
Knock Out it actually outside the city when the explosion decimates Fear's temple, but it's hard to miss and the aftermath even moreso. He moves automatically toward the clinic - explosions mean wounded, and he is a medic at spark - when the chaos begins to build. The clinic is across the city however, and there are a lot of potential meetings between here and there.

By the time he realizes that people are turning on one another, he encounters others on his way. He has his energon prod out and he won't be pleased at being confronted, however. "I don't know what's going on, but move aside."

► CLINIC;
It's not the explosion that's causing the damages that trickle into the clinic, but clashes with the residents themselves. The more who come in with various wounds, some serious and some less so, bring more information about the half of the population that seems to have gotten it into their heads to hunt the rest of them down. And bringing to bear the multitude of abilities assembled here on them at the same time. At least he's strong enough to manhandle most of the patients who're they're trying to cause trouble, or leave before they're sufficiently remedied.

He's no expert on organics, but he does have more than just the basics down thanks to Silas, so he'll be proficient with patching up those who need it. More difficult surgeries are deferred at first to Law, until the man collapses due to his own wounds, and then Knock Out's in charge of those too.

But he keeps a level head - triage is hardly anything new to him - and it's clear he's used to running exactly this kind of situation with how he directs people and calling instructions as needed. "You there-- go get more gauze! And you, press here and hold it tightly while I stitch this closed."

And sometimes he'll snap in a thoroughly annoyed tone, "Oh for Primus' sake, will you stop bleeding already!? I just patched that!"

► DEFENSE;
It's inevitable that the predators will eventually find their way to the Clinic while hunting their prey, and here they'll meet an angry 8' red mech armed with his energon prod sparking and snapping blue electricity in their direction, putting himself between them and the injured. "No one touches my patients."

► WILDCARD;
(For anything else or hit me up at

sojourney)

((Will match format, prose or brackets!))

Edited 2019-03-17 22:37 (UTC)

I. OPEN | From one side of the city to the other

[ Sharon tries to fight the awful, anxious desire to run, to hide, but the feeling eats away at her. It wasn’t enough to tell herself it was just the gods, that this wasn’t her despite the familiarity she had with the fear. It quickly overwhelms her and, once it has, she knows where she’d be safest: in the fog. She can easily handle the nightmares from the area but she knows it’ll deter most others and, if it doesn’t, she can better protect herself there. She’ll have more of an advantage.

She keeps to the shadows as she cautiously makes her way toward the Silent Hill zone. When she spots someone, she darts into a building with a silent prayer she wasn’t seen in return, heart pounding in her ears, gripping a short blade as tightly as she can, prepared to lash out. Anyone could be after her, anyone could hurt her, and she wasn’t about to be a victim.

If one keeps their distance, they can follow her but they’ll soon find themselves following her into a fog and she’ll quickly catch on where things may start to get dark for any Rage affected. ]

II. CLOSED | Geralt

[ It doesn’t matter to Sharon how or why this man came into what she considered her domain but she could see the weapons he carried from the area she hid, pressed against a crumbling wall, peering out from a broken window. In her fear addled brain, he cut an intimidating figure against the fog (though he likely would even if she were unaffected) and Sharon quickly considers her best options here; her best bet would be to scare him away, take advantage of her abilities, the blessing, and the environment or she could just let the fog and Otherworld (never far from taking over) take care of him.

She chews her lower lip, heart pounding. She truly hates this feeling but it’s so all-consuming. Her best bet, for her and any she’s taken in, would be to go all out.

With that in mind, she acts, activating the blessing, the stranger her only focus. In addition to the natural effects of the zone, this would would be a helpful boost.

The first thing Geralt may notice is the density of the fog. It becomes thicker the further he walks and then there are sounds in the distance, shouting but impossible to discern what’s being said, if anything at all. There appear to be, every twenty or so feet, remnants of pyres, skeletons hanging from them. Beneath each one is a cardboard sign with words like SINNER, THIEF, TRAITOR, and WITCH. Though, strangely, some of the signs seem smudged, as if the word WITCH was once something more.

The whole area will quickly start to feel oppressive and, if he looks close, he may spot Sharon from where she hides but, if he does, the strange cries in the distance seem to grow louder, more shrill, and maybe mildly familiar. In the fog, it’s hard to see the smoke in the distance but it’s there, along with the sharp, acrid scent of burning flesh. ]

III. CLOSED | George, Jo

[ Sharon felt an immediate relief when she came across both Jo and George. She knew the zone could be terrifying, manipulative without her input, but with her she could keep them safe; with her here, they had an advantage and she with them.

The fog is thick and oppressive and strange noises seem to echo around them, threatening, haunting, wrong, but compared to the very real people hunting them, they were nothing. Should they look to the windows, they may see ghostly faces watching them. It’s best to ignore them. ]

I’ve got a hideout, a place we should be safe, even if the area changes. [ She tells them with a somewhat hush to her voice. There could be no denying she was afraid, terrified, but she was holding it together. She desperately wanted a level of safety that she knew was impossible for any of them to achieve, not while the gods were affecting them. ] And I think most people will stay away.

[ She hopes, at least. ]

Prey; on the run

[ Shigeru feels it instantly, especially with that explosion of Fear's temple. At first he wants to rush out and help any that have been caught up in it but something tells him not to, to hide and fear whoever is out there. But he just puts it to the back of his mind as he continues with his immediate gut feeling of helping out.

Of course this means any predator who might be around can find easy prey. ]

Clinic; SOS

[ Whether or not you see him Shigeru will be in a state because his gloves are bloodied and even he's covered in the stuff. He'll actually be slinking into the clinic to get some disinfecting items, mostly, because his OCD is off the charts and he might have a bloodied gloved hand pressed against his mouth as he fights back a gag. He might be breathing heavily as he looks over his shoulder like a frightened animal, trying to escape the claws of whatever is hunting it. He might jump and pull his sword from his gate at whoever comes close towards him. Though he hardly looks like he'll act on it, given how shaky his hand in with holding that sword. But his eyes convey his overall fear as he tries to figure out if you're friend or foe. ]

Wildcard;

[ ooc; Hit me up with whatever! Shigeru has good healing so I'm all for predators attacking him! I'd prefer for him not to get killed but if you wanna plot something else hit me up via PM or

pathogenic! ]

prey; early in the event

[ It doesn't take long to realize something's wrong. The explosion had been Lucretia's first clue, of course.

The second is when she sees one of the city's inhabitants brutally slaughter another in the street.

There's nothing she can do, and she's running almost before she realizes it, old self-preservation instincts kicking in without conscious thought. But as much as she wants to keep herself safe, the drive to protect others is just as strong. Anytime she sees a fellow victim, she's first in line to help, casting a shield spell or an illusion and giving them a chance to get away. If she can team up with someone for a time, even better - they can watch each other's backs, escape danger and maybe even try to fight back against their assailants.

But dodging the hunters and playing hero can only last for so long before her luck runs out. Death catches up with her at last, and when Hope ressurects her, Lucretia's changed. ]

predator; later on

[ The most powerful person I think I've ever met is how Lucretia's been described. Normally, you'd never guess it to look at her: an older woman prone to wearing long wizard's robes and leaning on a staff whose main hobbies include writing, drawing, and still, all these decades later, struggling to figure out how to just relax and have fun.

She's nearly unrecognizable now.

Rage courses through her, her grip tight on her staff as she stalks the city. It's never been more clear that it's a weapon, an instrument of mass destruction. People have fought wars, have killed and died for that white oak staff Lucretia wields, and no one has better mastery of it than her. Any disadvantage she might have had from her age is negated by Rage's blessing; she feels energetic and powerful and alive, and oh, so angry.

She won't ask questions, she won't give reasons. Your best bet is to get out of her way as quickly as possible - with luck, before she spots you at all. ]

ooc note - I'm happy to have Lucretia either hunted by or hunting your character, but let's discuss any major injuries or deaths beforehand!

predator;

[ So of course a giant robot stomping about the place with a murderous intent is totally what Hadriel needs, right? Right. So Starscream will be out and about lumbering through the town and around the housing looking for potential prey. He's easy enough to hear with his thunderous footsteps at least but he's by no means slow, especially if he takes it upon himself to turn into his jet form. But for now he'll just be wandering looking for any signs of people to torment or to chase down. ]

Come out, come out. I know you human vermin are around, but don't think you can hide. [ He's totally having too much fun with all of this too, as he voice sounds full of delight. It's about time this place got to be a bit more...interesting. Honestly Starscream can't wait to get started. ]

Prey

[An unfamiliar feeling suddenly hits Kain head on, and he's not too sure how to react at first. He knows deep down that all he wants to do right now is run, and keep on running, but this sort of feeling is just... so foreign to him. He's not sure how to take it. Why should he hav this instinct to flee, like a scared animal? He is a dragoon, an experienced warrior, he shouldn't be behaving like this.]

[And yet the feelings persist so strongly that he can't help it. He gives in to the instinctual fear inside of him and starts to run. He glances over his shoulder, warily watching for signs of pursuit. The moment a predator's eyes lock on him, he's ready for them. Or tries to be.]

Do you mean to catch me?

[Kain holds his lance out at the ready, but his hands are shaking with the fear. Standing his ground isn't working as well as he'd hoped it would. He's trying to fight this sensation, as hard as he can, but... he can't quite manage it.]

Then come!

[So be it, he'll take this whole urge to flee as a challenge, taking on his opponent in a way he's not quite used to. So Kain turns and takes off at a run. He's swift and agile, which are traits he usually puts to use when fighting, but for the time being, he's using them instead to hurry away from whoever's chasing him.]

[ Well, Finn takes a nice big blast of Fear with this explosion and post-explosion economy. Honestly? A lot of the time he doesn't particularly... actively notice a big difference in his overall mood. Finn lives a lot of his life firmly in the One Fear Meme zone, emotionally. He's kind of used to things happening that he's confused and terrified about. It's how he operates.

Which, surprisingly, is not much help at all.

He does a lot of time hunkering down in the apartment he lives in, where keeping tabs on at least two very important people is easier than not, but he'll still be out and about when he absolutely has to be. Generally speaking, that means when he needs to make a food run, or if he was hiding out somewhere and that location was compromised. He's very good at flight and pretty good at fight when his instincts land there, but there's more fumbling involved for these occasions. He's not used to fear that can't be pushed down for something urgent, set aside by a distraction he finds for himself. The longer it goes, the more persistent it is, and the more persistent it is, the harder it is to catch a moment to breathe and think.

Assuming someone is fellow prey or unaffected, aka they don't try to immediately murder him as one does, Finn is generally a supporter of strength in numbers and teamwork. He'll readily approach and offer to keep someone company and travel in packs, so to speak, if they'd like. Or until they have to split off in different directions, at least. Sometimes that's just walking down a road together, cautiously, until he has to turn off to head back towards the apartment spire. Sometimes it's hovering in the vicinity keeping watch while his new buddy is rooting around for some canned tuna to take back to their place.

If he stumbles into an unfortunate hunting incident, he'll generally do his best to try to help keep another person from getting murdered. However he's able to do that. The illusion-casting thing takes some getting used to, some practice, but once he's more or less used to it-- well, if it's down to trying to do a magic or someone (possibly him) actually dying, then Finn will use what Fear has decided to load into the arsenal for him. Dying is bad. He's spent so much time trying not to do that.

( ooc: Finn's getting-his-ass-kicked slots are full up for this event afaik, but he's definitely OTA to prey and opted-out characters.

I'm up to try to plot a thing out if you want to throw a predator at him for something, though. hit me up at

comatoseroses or by PM if you want, it's nbd!! I'm flexible! ) ]

[All of this is wrong.

Aqua shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be away from her home, her friends, a pawn in someone else's game; should never have been cast away into the darkness and left there, only to be set free by chance, only to be trapped again in a way. All her magic, all her power, and there's nothing she can do.

Until now.

The fury builds in her like a forest fire, growing until it's unstoppable and consuming until she feels nothing else. Calling her Keyblade, she sets out into the streets of Hadriel, her anger warming her against the cold. It's time to make someone—anyone—pay.]

[ooc note; if you'd like to be her prey but not die, that is fine with me and we will finagle a method of escape]

i. [out and about] my demons are begging me to open up my mouth

[Alphys has been in the city a long, long time. In that time, she's felt a lot of emotions as mandated by the gods; the tranquility of a beach at sunset, the love for someone precious, the crushing sorrow of losing them again. But whenever it comes down to a god choice, Rage is not the one that comes to mind, even when it's the pick from the gods.

But for once, Rage sees potential. It's not going to be wasted.

The first two days after the blast finds Alphys largely absent from the city, quiet and solitary in plans and working. But after that, she appears. It's pretty hard not to hear her coming, considering it's some fairly familiar footfalls of large robotic feet hitting the ground. But even though what may round the corner on you looks like a Null, familiar lit-up energy weapons on each arm and two feet walking around, a covered cockpit where the processor should be reveals anything but.

Because there she is, grinning, pressing some buttons, and hands on two joysticks that seem to be operating this absolute beast.

And if she sees you, well, here she comes.]

ii. [the lab] they fight me, vigorous and angry, watch them pounce

[Of course, robots break, and this thing needs power so she can't be out and about all the time. When she's not taking Death Friend 1.0 out and about, she can be found in the lab, making repairs or simply trying to get some work done. But for those who know Alphys, the person around the familiar space would seem entirely foreign. She's stomping around, knocking things over, roughly dropping parts and items and constantly muttering under her breath. If someone walks in, she'll roughly shoot her head up from whatever she's doing, meeting them with a scowl.]

What? I'm busy.

iii. [wildcard] ignite me, licking up the flames they bring about

[If you wanna discuss other scenarios lmk! You can hit me up by PM or at

cancerously.]

i. [early event; prey] the drama, the trauma, don't play the prima donna

[Taako is no stranger to fear. Even though he's damn good at not showing it on his face and keeping it under wraps, even when he's had a hundred years of knowing if he dies it's not permanent, he's spent a damn long time of that ensuring he doesn't eat shit. In one hundred years of trials that killed thousands of others, murdered even the most expertise of expertise, he's died eight times.

He'd say he's pretty good at staying alive. This is going to be no different.

Taako's no abjuration wizard, but he's got enough of a knowledge of barriers that he's keeping his head low and trying to deflect. Not that he's a hero, but he has people he'll try to protect one way or another. And if you're looking for a fight, well... let's just say he won't go down quickly.]

ii. [later event; predator] my god / you said it yourself that you would never stop / until you felt the needle drop

[Alright well, plan A? Plan A didn't work out.

Sometimes that's just what's up. Sometimes you put forward a big held together plan and it just falls apart, and he can't get past how pissed he is about the whole ordeal. How dare the liches up top jerk him around like this, how dare they make him fight. He's not hunting down people, not even necessarily looking, but the destruction feels good and it's better than wallowing over the pain of death and rebirth. So Taako can be heard before he's seen in the way fire razes out from his fingertips and scorches pathways in the ice, the way he breaks open the lake without hesitation. Every click of his boots spreads out power, eyes straight ahead.

There isn't enough behind them for it to be right. But he won't come down until it's over.]

iii. [wildcard] what now? / the whispers and the screams

[If you wanna discuss other scenarios lmk! You can hit me up by PM or at

cancerously.]

► CITY;
[ Elizabeth is in her chosen housing when the explosion rocks the city, and the wave of Fear hits her like nothing she's ever felt before. Even while fleeing Monument Tower while it was collapsing around her, with Songbird screaming outside like he wanted to tear down the whole world, had not felt so primal. And it drives her to run, skirt flapping, heart pounding, for the nearest safe space that's as far away from these predators as she can get. ]

S-Stay back!

► CLINIC;
[ Whether she runs afoul of predators in the city, or is simply unlucky enough to be caught in the crossfire of another predator-prey chase, Elizabeth winds up at the clinic with some injuries. She's got a cut along her forehead, at least one gash on her shoulder, cutting right through her shirt so that it's stained with blood. She'll sit with a forced quiet smile while she's being stitched up - she's not in the dire straits that some people here are - but it's clear by the moisture gathering in the corners of her eyes that she was very unprepared emotionally for something like this to happen. ]

Oh, ouch, that's... yes, that's quite... deep.

► WILDCARD;
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► closed to LAURA;
[ She's injured, she's tired, and her strength is sapped. Even with Fear's adrenaline to run, run, run still coursing through her, Elizabeth is barely managing more than a light, exhausted jog while she searches for somewhere to hide and wait out whatever madness has overtaken the city. ]

Laura...?

Edited 2019-03-17 22:48 (UTC)

► CITY;
[ One wouldn't think that a six foot green alien-looking resident should be easy to miss, but Stork is hit by Rage and takes to the rooftops and dark alleys in the city. He moves in way that can only be described as feral, the yellow sheen on his eyes sometimes the only thing giving him away. He's quiet when he moves, able to jump more than his own height, and a habit of dropping down right behind people with a cold, oily smile that doesn't fit the panicky, flighty merb who's only been in Hadriel a few days. ]

Surprise...

► WILDCARD;
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Edited 2019-03-18 05:50 (UTC)

Hunting

[Ivar hadn't really noticed the rage creeping up on him, for he was always in a state of anger. It was how he'd survived this long. When it got tuned up into a feverish pitch of utter fury, and the need to stalk, hunt, and kill, he hadn't even bothered trying to fight. He just gave in.

Rage's blessing truly was one for him, for Ivar otherwise would've been fairly limited in how far or fast he could go. While his legs were still a hindrance, the pain that would have otherwise stopped him was almost completely gone. He would just keep going and going until someone stopped him. Hunting came naturally to him. In a world where he'd always been considered weak and lesser, he'd had to prove himself time and again that he was top dog. Now that it came down to hunting down those too weak to survive, he was a natural at it.

He wasn't fast, but heaven help anyone he actually caught up to. He wouldn't leave much of anything left after he was done with them.]

Wildcard

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Edited 2019-03-18 07:03 (UTC)

On the run

[ The fear hits Angus like a physical force, hard enough to knock the breath out of him, and within minutes he's thrown together an overnight bag, grabbed the family ~~varren~~ dog, and is running out the back door in search of somewhere safe to hide. The problem is that nowhere feels safe; there are too many people no matter where he goes, and no way to tell who isn't a threat. His heart's in his throat, he's practically vibrating with adrenaline, and the minute somebody approaches him, he'll brandish his wand at them and start backing away, while Peanut snarls viciously at his side. ]

Sir/Ma'am, you'd better get away from me right now, or...!

[ His voice cracks. Dammit, he'd been going for imposing and authorative, but that certainly didn't help. ]

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[Elena goes on the run. Maybe that's a dramatic way of putting it, but something in her is just terrified, and she can't quiet it. So she packs her gun and a couple of knives and spends a few days changing locations in the city—never sleeping in the same place twice, always moving as carefully as she can.

Which isn't to say she can't be caught off-guard. When someone catches up to her that she doesn't expect, Elena whirls around, gun in hand.]

Stop right there!

Outside the City

[Fingon leaves Hadriel after the Hope's request- how can he do anything else, when an abomination might yet be fixed?

He goes with his bow- he isn't stupid, not yet at any rate- but the tool he means to use is his harp, for even the lest of the Eldar can work wonders with their music. And while Fingon cannot match his strong-voiced cousin in the workings of the Art, he is not without his own gift either.

So he plays, on and on. Lighthearted songs, for the most part, nothing that could frighten, and all the while he reaches out with his mind, trying to coax a listener into following. Eventually two of the Hosts nervously take up his invitation, and slowly he leads them back to camp.

It's only then, as they approach the city's edge, that an explosion goes off in the distance- and Fingon's Song, delicate and so carefully maintained, snaps from the distraction.

The creatures scamper at the noise, and something about Fingon's irritation at that defeat feels a bit more... off than usual. But no matter- for now, he has to get inside and find out what in the world has happened this time.]

Around the City

[The odd vexation only grows the longer Fingon remains in the city. It makes him restless, on edge even as he examines Fear's Temple, and it pounds behind his eyes ever faster in the hours and days afterward.

And, for a while, he resists. Wrath can be a terrible thing to indulge, as all his people know, and he has seen the cost of letting Rage run loose.

It doesn't last. The hunter's instinct takes him and he prowls the city with a bow in hand, a Song fair and deadly upon his lips.]

[The explosion sets her on edge and she never comes back from it.

At first, she tried to stay in her room, though even with the barricade she worried about someone getting in. Eventually she left the house with George, hiding in the fog with Sharon.

She couldn't stay in the Silent Hill zone forever.

Despite every bone in her body protesting the movement, she headed for the clinic. There were others there. They were scared too. She could protect them, provided she shoves her own fear deep enough.

Jo had left the house without her machete, but she had grabbed her pistol and some of her other knives.

Her path to the clinic isn't straightforward or fast. It takes her a long time to work up the courage to cross streets or move out of the shadows, but she keeps moving.

She wouldn't be too hard to corner, if it's done quickly.]

Edited 2019-03-28 01:35 (UTC)

Caedra | OTA | CW: there will be violence and gore and murder I promise

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