hadriel_logs | Event Log: Keepsakes

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Event Log: Keepsakes

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Keepsakes event!
Where: All around the city
When: October 15th-October 19th
Warnings: A bunch of random crap.

Well, Hope and Delight are messing with the door again, but at least this time dragons aren't involved, right? This attempt goes a bit better - sure, no one gets sent home, but if everyone will just look under their seats, they'll find a FREE [INSERT SOMETHING YOU MAYBE DIDN'T WANT AT ALL HERE]! Awesome! So nice! Yup, throughout these few days people will be finding things from home - something they loved, something they used all the time, something they hated, something they totally forgot they even had. All sorts of cool stuff!

Well, they might not actually find it. Their neighbor might, or a complete stranger. And who knows where it could turn up? At the park, half-buried? In the Silent Hill zone, kept safe by a horrifying monster? Or hey, maybe in somebody's underwear drawer. Awkward. Better try to find your stuff, or find the owner of whatever weird crap you found. It could be something important.

► This log covers October 15th-October 19th.
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► If you somehow manage to die in this event, please let us know here, and also what the hell?

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Ominous hiss of the wraith in his ear, Sato ducks and rolls under the trolls arm as he follows in Rey's wake. It's not quite enough to miss the wide arc of its knife as it turns with a snarl, slashing a deep gash across his shoulder. But Sato barely even notices, jumping back up into a run and simply leaving a solid trail of blood droplets across the uneven rock of the tunnel floor.

With the scent of blood in the air, it's not long before there's another unearthly and horrible noise behind them, but Sato doesn't even bother to turn around, and just keeps running after Rey, trying to make sure he doesn't lose her in the labyrinthine cave system.

By the time the tunnel finally widens out and the city comes into view, Sato's actually starting to feel a bit winded. But whatever force of Hope's it is that keeps the monsters at bay seems to be working; he can hear the irate wail of the wraith and babbling of the Joes, but none of them have come around the final turn.

"That was an adventure," he huffs, a little out of breath and still bleeding profusely down the back of his shirt, but seemingly pleased all the same.

Edited 2016-11-01 23:21 (UTC)

Perhaps it is her inhuman nature, or the fact that she has over a century's worth of military experience under her belt, but Rey is barely run ragged by the end of their jaunt. Being able to trek at high speeds for long periods of time should come with the territory when you're expected to perform as a biomechatronical weapon ought to.

She does take a breather when they come to a stop, though, taking the time to assess that the creatures are, in fact, hanging within in the cave perimeters where they're bound.

Dropping the fight in her posture, Rey's arms hang at her sides, before she holsters the pistol. A glimpse of the maser can also be seen, tucked into the back of her pants.

"You're hurt." She nods at the blood on Sato's back. Not that she doesn't think he can handle a scratch, but there's just an easy way to fix that if needs be.

Hey, man. Don't ever say she never did anything for you.

"Hmm?" Sato glances back at his shoulder, actually noticing it for the first time. "Oh. Just hand me my pistol and I'll reset," he says mildly, holding out one hand, expecting her to hand over the maser.

His pistol, he says. Rey almost laughs, but she just withdraws the maser and gives it a once-over. It's been a while, but she recognizes some of the dents and dings that it had sported the last time she had seen the weapon. It isn't random happenstance, after all.

"Actually, am pretty sure that this belongs to a woman named Faye Elms." She tilts it, getting a look at how many charges were left in the current mazzy. About half left. "Never did get around to returning it. Not like she ever asked."

There were other, more effective weapons that Rey could have taken while down in that underground military base. But she had held onto this maser for a time. Because it was Faye's.

Now it just seems stupid to get sentimental. Suppose it can't be helped.

"Unless she's been brought here too, it's probably a lost cause," Sato says offhandedly, hand still held out, still waiting.

Unlike Rey, he doesn't have much sentimental attachments to particular weapons. But firearms of any kind, futuristic or not, are pretty good and hard to come by, which means he really does want that one back.

While he may still be waiting, Rey still isn't delivering.

"On the contrary, was lent this gun by her shortly before coming here. Can't remember what happened to it, though." Perhaps it got lost somewhere along the shuffle to the sky prison, or something. So much was going on back then.

It's strange, even talking about Faye in passing now, or lingering on the inclination to hold onto something that likely belonged to her. Considering that the last thing the sniper ever did was stab Rey in the back, shortly before she had been returned to Hadriel.

You know. Little details that don't matter anymore. Grudges aren't very becoming of Rey.

Edited 2016-11-03 02:06 (UTC)

Finally, Sato does lower his hand, backing off his usual smile a little.

"Well, if you can't remember, I'm sure you don't have much use for it. Considering you have quite the gun collection you're building, maybe there's something I can just trade you for it. Even though I was the one who found it in the first place," he reminds her.

Funny how Sato should mention the equivalence to 'finders, keepers' to her, considering how the second half of that phrase goes.

What is it, 'losers, weepers'? And Rey got the gun back in what she assumes to be fair game.

"Could trade you something for it, even though it was never actually yours to begin with," Rey shoots back. But fair is fair, right? Really, she just doesn't want Sato to be in possession of a maser weapon; that's the last thing that Hadriel really needs. "Can also provide some extra ammo without Rage's body deal. Just as long as you don't ask where it comes from."

Since that was part of the agreement Rey had made with a kid who got her the pistol she has already.

Sato looks pleasantly puzzled, assuming Rey means that she'll be the one doing the hunting for him. Admittedly, his own luck in the tunnels has only been so-so, considering the variety of hard-to-kill creatures in there, and he's not fond of trying to lug an oversized body through the cave system, but if he desperately wanted bullets, he could still handle it on his own.

So he doesn't find it to be that good of a deal, especially considering the maser packs a lot more of a punch than his old M1911A1.

But the phrasing is particularly odd, too. He knows where she got the rifle, but now that mysterious statements are being made, he doesn't remember her having a pistol before.

And there's only one way he knows of to get new firearms from Rage, which lines up quite well with Rey's reticence... either that or she got it from a departed resident of the city. "Oh? Have you started moving into homicide now, Rey?" he chuckles, still with that faintly bemused look on his face, unclear if he's joking or not. "Don't worry, I won't tell."

One does not just reveal their secrets, Sato. There is a reason why that is an often-spoken law in which magicians abide by.

"That'd be for the best. Would probably have to kill you if you really did want to know." Rey then pauses, feigning a passing expression of alarm when she tilts her head at him, before the look is gone. "Oh, oops. Too late."

Ha ha. Immortality jokes.

"Doing it again won't make much of a difference either. So now I guess you'll have to tell me," Sato replies as cheerfully as always... but curiously intent.

If there's anything worth a momentary distraction from high-powered firearms, it's good old-fashioned murder.

"Suppose so."

Rey pauses for a moment. Only a moment. When she looks down at the maser -- Faye's maser -- she simply considers her options for a passing second. Before taking that same maser and directing its aim at Sato's heart.

Just one blast should do. It's clean, with no blood or guts or anything, searing through the body in a single shot. And once the old man hits the ground, Rey takes a few steps forward, standing over him. "I happen to know a guy," she tells the corpse, her mouth twisted in a crooked way.

Because hell if she is even going to speak of her arrangement with Ronan while Sato is alive.

He's not exactly surprised when she pulls the trigger -- in fact that's part of the reason he's still not quite sure what to think about Rey. Itchy trigger finger, bomb-making plans and no real compunctions about dangerous places could be a great combination, and yet sometimes like today she just seems downright hard to deal with.

It's easy to forget not only how fast Sato comes back to life, but also how aware he is as he snaps back from death. The first movement is only a half-second after Rey's words, and it's his hand reaching up to grab hers and pull.

You were going to help him up, right Rey? Hanging on tight to that gun?

Seems that he does regenerate pretty damned fast. Not fast enough for Sato to have heard a word of what Rey had just said. Hopefully.

There's a moment in which she just stares at Sato's hand, reconsidering her proximity as well as her next course of action. Where he is unsure about Rey, she is equally as uncertain about him. Beneath the smiles and pleasant tones is something of a nasty animal, unpredictable and violent with a wealth of ruses. He treats killing like a game, usually calm and cheerful while doing it.

While yes, she is holding onto that gun, she slides the maser back between the belt around her pants before she takes Sato's outstretched hand. Her expression is blank again, the twisted visage buried under a mask of careless apathy. It's as though she is helping an old man from taking a clumsy fall as opposed to having just shot him dead a few seconds ago.

"Looks like you've been 'reset' now, as you call it," Rey notes, though already fully aware that that's what would have happened anyway. She pays attention.

"Good as new," he smiles, and there's something about the way he shifts as he gets up, pulling a little too hard as if to try to get her off balance, hints that he's one little movement away from just going for the gun.

But in the end he doesn't, reaching back down to pick up his hat from where it fell and dust it off before placing it back on his head. He'd had hints of just how heavy Rey was before, but that just confirmed it. It'd be a major effort to pull her down.

"But I could have done it myself, Rey. Now where were we again... ah yes," he says, feigning forgetfulness in light of her unwillingness to cooperate. "Something about trading the gun for bullets? It's not bad, but I was hoping for something more long-lasting. How about that rifle you had last time we went on an expedition? Not too practical, but it is an entertaining piece of gear."

Being a walking tank doesn't desensitize Rey to Sato's movement. Such as the use of force when she aims to pull him up, like he was trying to get her off her feet.

Just as quick as the attempt was made, it would seem that he falls right back into tense pleasantries. Rey only shrugs at that first part, deciding not to humor him anymore on the front of what he can and can't do on his own. Like taking the maser for himself to 'reset' under the pretense of returning it. Which, of course, he wouldn't.

Behind her straight-faced exterior, she really isn't partial to his suggestion, either. In the end, she'd rather not equip this guy with more weapons at his disposal, period. But then, with guys like Sato, sometimes their ingenuity is far more dangerous than a loaded gun.

"Fine." Her eyes narrow, not happy about parting with the sniper rifle, either -- but it isn't something that packs the same type of energy that a maser has. "It's at home, but will get it to you by the end of the day."

"I'll hold you to that," he grins, and it doesn't take much change to his expression -- perhaps it's a small twist of the lips, or just the way the light catches his face right then -- to let Rey know that if he doesn't have it by the end of the day, he'll come looking.

But then it's gone again. After all, he hasn't completely given up on Rey. They had so much fun in that foggy part of the city last time they were out. That was really what it came down to -- even when she was obstinate, things were always interesting with Rey around.

"Maybe I'll see you at he bar later. After all that exercise, I think it's time to sit down and take a well-deserved break." Really, he isn't even winded anymore; dying solves all kinds of problems. But he clearly won't be heading back out to the tunnels today, eagerly waiting for his new toy to arrive.

Edited 2016-11-06 23:54 (UTC)

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