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hadriel_logs2016-12-15 08:22 am
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- adam parrish,
- armitage hux,
- asriel dreemurr,
- calanthe,
- celebrimbor,
- chara,
- curufin,
- firo prochainezo,
- flick,
- gren,
- hakkai cho,
- izabel,
- jo harvelle,
- kain highwind,
- kanda yu,
- kylo ren,
- maketh tua,
- natasha romanoff,
- pell,
- rey,
- rin okumura,
- sans,
- sato,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- tyki mikk,
- ulaume,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- wade wilson,
- warrick chopper,
- yukari mishakuji
Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?
Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Rage event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 15th-December 20th
Warnings: None! Well, potentially rage-induced destruction and fighting and maybe a tiny bit of murder? So, nothing out of the ordinary.
What: The event log for the Rage event!
Where: All around the city
When: December 15th-December 20th
Warnings: None! Well, potentially rage-induced destruction and fighting and maybe a tiny bit of murder? So, nothing out of the ordinary.
December is usually a time of festive holiday cheer... unfortunately, Hadriel isn't the sort of place that respects holidays. Rage has decided that it's time she's given her due and has put on another event! Unfortunately for everyone in the city, this event means that all characters are given a particularly aggravating pet peeve that entirely sets them into a flying rage.
See someone sleeping? They're now the object of your ire. See a tall building with a bunch of windows? Suddenly, all those windows need to be smashed. Fights are breaking out with depressing regularity, and a couple of them might be severe enough to injure someone in a bad way.
Look out for your fellow prisoners in Hadriel, and do try to figure out the categorizations of each person's issue fast- falling into these cycles of anger isn't good for anyone and is bound to make someone mad if you treat them wrong. Conversely, instead you can just find someone who has the same loathing as you and let your feelings amplify one another; after all, the best sort of friendship is one that's formed by mutual hatred!► This log covers December 15th-December 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you get too caught up in your feelings and start a fight only to see that the person who pissed you off was really good at fighting, or if someone blew up the building you were kinda living in, please let us know here!
► As a final note, if you were not sorted and you would like to be, then please let us know in response to this post!
Firo Prochainezo | ota, any format
Firo’s standing on the very edge of the shore, shouting into the water. “What’re you looking at?!”
The object of his ire, a fish, continues swimming in languid circles, undisturbed. An obvious show of disrespect if Firo’s ever seen one. He has no choice but to escalate things—this is how it always goes in fights, and he can’t make any exceptions even for an animal. Especially not for an animal.
He growls, low in his throat, and stomps sloshily forward until he’s knee deep in the water. “Hey, I’m talking to you! Get back here, you son of a bitch!”
[ooc: Brackets or prose is fine; I’ll match your style.]
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closed to Rey
There's one that he's not so fond of, at least today. The fish catches his eye through the window as Firo's walking by to go about his business. Firo stops in his tracks and looks back at it--it's mocking him, isn't it? The audacity of the thing! He mutters under his breath about seeing if the fish is so tough when there isn't a wall between them. Maybe he'll find out.
He continues staring at the weirdo and debates knocking on the door to ask Rey to let him in. Surely she'd understand the need to deal with this--he just hopes that she's not too fond of the fish, or else this might get awkward.
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Dude. The fish knife your gramps, or something?
[he's so mad]
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Well... maybe he can get Firo to calm down and leave the poor fish alone. I mean, what in Hell could this fish have done? Better get to it quick before that fish gets hurt. He gets closer to Firo, reaching out his hand to take him by the shoulder.
"Hey, maybe you should..."
Rin pauses. Wait, why should I be nice to this guy. He obviously doesn't deserve it. I mean, look at him. He's trying to beat up a defenseless fish. Suddenly, deescalating Firo's temper doesn't seem to be the right thing to do at all. Rin scowls and shoves him back.
"Hey, how about you leave that fish alone, huh?! What did it ever do to you, idiot!"
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Wade | OTA, any format
Unfortunately, such sparks will be in much more of an abundance after today.
It had started with a mild form of irritation at the beginning, easily attributed to hunger at first. All Wade had wanted that morning was a hot meal of eggs and back bacon, and when the cupboards of his house had proved fruitless, Wade reluctantly set out to find a store with some decent breakfast.
He honestly wasn't sure when or how his irritation escalated to outright rage, but the store offered no relief for his cravings. Instead he was assaulted by the sight of cans as far as the eye could see, on every shelf and display in the store. Whether it was the association of canned goods to the desolation of Haven or whether it was simply him being hungover and hungry and cranky, something suddenly snapped inside Wade after less than five minutes of perusing the various selections in the store.
Anyone who ventures near this particular storefront will hear a cacophony of chaotic noises-- glass shattering, gunshots echoing and just a general din from within the store, and if one listened closely one would hear what sounds suspiciously like "FUCK YOU CHEF BOYARDEE YOU MASS-PRODUCING MOTHERFUCKER".
Proceed with caution, gentle citizens.
The beginning of the Great Can War
On a normal day, Gren's tolerance for this sort of shit is sitting somewhere around the negatives. Today, he's pissed, there's a headache lingering behind his eyes from last night's lost battle against alcoholism, and he can't find Rhys anywhere. That last part is also a contributory factor to the first issue, because Rhys is the only person who knows how to work the fucking coffee machine in their bachelor pad and Gren is severely undercaffeinated right now. He needs Rhys to come home. He needs Rhys to answer his fucking phone.
Then he gets beaned right in the side of the head with a can of fucking Spaghetti-Os.
There's a moment where he's laying on the ground, his vision filled with the red-and-white label over a dented tin can and a whole different kind of ache in his head, that's like the calm before a storm. Then his anger level takes a jump from around a five or six on the scale of badness to invading Russia in winter, and he hauls himself up, grabs that stupid piece of shit can of fuck, and whips it right back where it came from as hard as he can.
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Kain | OTA
[Kain is on a mission. He cannot allow others to fall victim to that pathetic activity known as sleep. He’s pushing himself to stay awake too, and he’s stubborn enough to make it happen. But others, he’s not so sure about. They might need a little "help."]
[That's why in the middle of the night, Kain is sneaking around Hadriel to find unsuspecting sleepers and WAKE THEM UP. He even starts going inside buildings. Good thing he can jump because that means he can and will totally leap up to high windows of the spires and break in them to get inside. Nowhere is safe. He even lucks out wherever windows are already broken (SHOUT OUT TO YOU WINDOW-HATERS!!!), and if he sees anyone breaking them he’s sure to ask if they can work together for a time.]
[Once he’s in someone’s room, Kain forcefully shakes the person awake and angrily yells at them.]
Wake up! Wake up now!
[Sleep deprivation]
[After a few sleepless days, fatigue is setting in, the signs are hard to miss. Kain has deep dark circles under his dry, bloodshot eyes and an overall disheveled appearance. Physically, he’s a bit of a wreck. He’s all sluggish, zombie-like as he wanders around on patrol. His thoughts are all foggy and muddled, his judgment is completely out of whack. But what kind of guard allows something stupid like sleep to get in the way?]
[Unfortunately he’s… kind of at the point where hallucinations are starting to happen. Small things at first, the sound of someone from back home, or thinking he’s seeing something out of the corner of his eye. Then it gets bad… really bad...]
Manikin!!!
[Thinking he’s seeing one of his enemies from the gods’ war, Kain charges into battle mode, swinging his lance at the empty air.]
second prompt
It's as she paints that she hears Kain's war cry and she whips around, gripping her paintbrush like a knife, heart pounding, startled. She's ready to leap into action only to watch as the dragoon attacks empty space, nothing there. ]
Kain? [ She calls out to him, hesitant and afraid. What the fuck does he see? And is it real? ]
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sans | ota, will match format
breaking windows, event day 1
But by the time the third window goes, it's about time to see what's going on.
He manages to duck just in time to miss the rock careening through the window he was just about to look through. There's no sign that Sans did the throwing, with his hands in his pockets, but then again there's nobody else out on the street either.
"What's going on now?" he calls down from the (broken) second floor window, quizzical.
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breaking windows, u vandal piece of shit
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Asleep All Over The City
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coming for that jacket buddy =) (1)
rotten dang fang nuts
=) =)
(ง’̀-‘́)ง
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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in the future i'd prefer not moving the thread!
Sorry! XD
all good!
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Warrick Chopper | ota, i'm bracket trash but you do you!
That said, Warrick is also wearing a snazzy coat/cloak thing and being followed around by a nug wearing a collar and leash. There will also unfortunately be a day where he knocks out for twelve hours of sleep he's impossible to wake from. Sometimes he laughs? Weirdo. At least he doesn't eat anything that comes out of a can, just bread.]
omg warrick
Maketh gives herself a moment of incredulous staring before shaking herself out of it and grabbing her rife. They are not setting buildings on fire!]
You! What are you doing!?
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Sato | OTA : shooting jabberjays in the park (day 1 of event)
But once there, it wasn't long before a couple jabberjays screeching back and forth in the trees disturbed the peace in a different way.
He's never felt very strongly about much, so it's a surprise even to himself when he feels an absolutely intense hatred rise up out of nowhere. Fucking birds. They have to go.
By the time anyone shows up, he's following the birds from tree to tree, trying to shoot them down with a crossbow. Almost as bothersome as the birds was the feeling that he could tell this wasn't right. Something was definitely going on. And yet, he was ambivalent about being emotionally manipulated... it was certainly a new experience to feel like this. On the other hand, those birds were pissing him the hell off.
What he wouldn't give for a shotgun right about now.
Chara | Open
Although Chara wears a long-sleeved sweater, it was getting cold enough that it called for a jacket on top of that. They didn't want to get sick and have to deal with that. But when they reach for the one they had picked out, they feel...irritated. So irritated and it only grew as the child stared at the jacket.
Looking at their own sweater didn't provoke such a reaction. It was the jacket's fault, they think, and Chara knows how to fix it. Ball that sucker up and go find a window to drop it out of. One that hasn't had a hole blown out of it yet anyway.
A little later on in the day, they feel that irritation grow until it was full blown anger. So the Fallen Child does what any child would do and goes hunting for jackets. All of them, even if just left alone on the ground. Even if someone's still wearing it. They have to die.
* ....how many are left???]
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Curufin Fëanorion | OTA | Any format
WINDOWS. SO MANY WINDOWS. WHY DOES A BUILDING HAVE TO HAVE ANY AT ALL?????
Rage starts boiling up from his chest, his heart expanding with a thrilling sensation, and then a volcanic explosion begins within him. RAGE. Oh what a lovely feeling. He hasn't felt this good since he got himself and his brothers killed at Menegroth, and how he has missed it!
But he is a practical man, even in a fury. He walks around the building, counting up the disgusting squares and rectangles that open onto chaos -- for that is how he perceives them, and his hatred grows as the count grows.
And then he grins like a maniac, and takes off running, returning to the shop he has begun building and equipping with what he needs to create his own forge, glassworks, carpentry shop, and distillery. (He is multi-talented.) He bangs the door open, rummages the shelves and begins to assemble the chemicals and materials he will need, and to process them into sticks of dynamite. Being a Fëanorian craftsman, he works like the devil, and in less than a day he walks out of there with a rucksack full of explosives.
And then he returns to that hateful, diabolical building, for his heart has fixated on it as evil personified. He is going to eradicate it. He smiles his brightest, whitest, most savage smile. He knows how to blow up a building. He's built enough of them in his lifetime, and demolished a few, too. He knows just where to lay the charges.
But of course, it would help if he could work in concert with others. Many hands make light work, as the mortals of his time used to say! Otherwise, he'll do it himself.
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He resists a chuckle at Curufin's maniacal grin. Whatever vendetta he has, it's against that building. Yukari has seen destroyed territories before. He hardly cares whatever might happen to this building. It's the why that Yukari wants to know. He steps out from his hiding place, keeping a good few meters between him and Curufin. You never know what someone with a crazed look like that will do with a bunch of explosives.
"Curufin-chan," almost in a sing-song tone. "What is it you are doing?"
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Yukari Mishakuji | OTA, will match format
When he's not using beauty products to revitalize his skin, he's taken to patrolling the streets. He plans to alleviate everyone from that terrible weakness. People should know better, and he'll spread the message about sleep. By force if he has to. Those who insist on sleeping are the scum of the Earth, as far as he's concerned, and should be dealt with accordingly.
If he stumbles upon you sleeping, he'll start by kicking you, proclaiming how annoying and not-beautiful you are, and gradually increase violence up to and including slashing you with his sword to prove his point that you need to be awake, and you need to be awake now and forever.
Sleep is for the weak and he is just not having it. With himself or anybody else.
Sharon da Silva | OTA
And it didn't send off any warning bells when she skipped the second.
Those bells didn't start ringing until she, one afternoon, decides that her mattress is no longer a necessity. Maybe you're just walking by, maybe you live here, but all of a sudden, from the top of Spire Four, there's a mattress falling.
It catches fire midway before it lands on the ground, and way, way up above Sharon stands triumphant.
Yeah, fuck you, mattress. ]
▍▍▍▍II | LITERALLY ANYWHERE | DAY FOUR & FIVE
When not painting, she's walking. Pacing. Just moving. And when she spots someone who looks as if they may be asleep, maybe they've closed their eyes a moment too long for her, a fire builds up in her and then spills out. It could be a shoe, or their jacket, or the hem of their jeans, but something on them catches fire.
It's time to wake up, buddy! ]
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sup
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Rey | OTA
A lack of sleep often poses very little deterrent to Rey's usual routine. She never slept that much, for one thing, and beds were never her favorite piece of furniture anyway.
So it should come as little surprise to some to find the occasional bonfire throughout the city, mostly consisting of mattresses and bed sets. More specifically, she can be seen outside her house on the First Spiral, standing over a flaming pile as she feeds more pieces of broken up wood to the flames. This becomes a repeat incident throughout the next few days.
For whatever reason, should one find respite anywhere in the open, taking a nap, they will be kicked awake by an angry tank-woman, yelling insults and profanities: "WAKE UP, FUCKCHOP. IF YOU DON'T GET OFF YOUR USELESS HIND RIGHT NOW, THIS BOOT IS GOING UP YOUR ASS SO HARD AM GOING TO WEAR YOU LIKE A FUCKING CLOG."
Sometimes, you might even find yourself woken up in the middle of the night, being squirted with a spray bottle. Or mustard and/or hot sauce being shot into your open, snoring mouth by some intruder that managed to sneak in through a window or a lockpicked door.
Either way, you're not going to have a good time.
II. 20th (Crash and Burn)
Can't sleep. Won't sleep. Never sleep.
Even when her eyelids are so heavy they might as well be made of stone, Rey refuses. Just flat out will not. Doesn't close her eyes for even a second longer than to blink.
The universe has become a very strange place. Little things like people yelling is but a garbled joke. Their anger somehow humorous, no matter what it is they're furious about.
She paces around the city sometimes, picking at her fingernails or scratching her forehead irritably. Her eyes are darker than they've ever been, skin paler. Not hungry; can't eat. Stomach roiling, anyway.
At some points, she stares for no reason. Be it a location or a person, she gapes blankly as though peering down an empty tunnel with no discernible end in sight. She laughs at nothing, before falling silent before being sucked into a thoughtless void. Exhaustion has trumped all anger, warping her fury into something more comical.
What more, it has been days since she has come home, and she doesn't seem to linger in one place for very long. Rey may as well be sleepwalking, without the actual relief that comes with the sleeping part.
I
She says nothing as she approaches the fire, adding to it a handful of pillows she'd found in the stores. For real, fuck sleep. Fuck pillows and beds and 1000 count sheets and all that stupid shit.
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so late i'm sorry
no worries!
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Ulaume | ota
Hammer? Check.
Someone out there should be regretting the blonde lunatic get his hands on something so handy for smashing windows... and possibly turned into a weapon if anyone tries to stop him. His living space, shared with the other hara, goes first and then he takes to the streets. Windows. Fuck windows. Stupid, human wastefulness. Logic and reason have escaped him--he isn't bothering to think about the reasons why he loathes them so much. He's just plunging the hammer through the glass, each time he sees a new untouched building, strange hair writhing despite the lack of wind, like a basket of snakes.
He's sliced his arm on a shard of broken glass, at some point. Not so badly that he's in any danger, but it does look painful. And bloody.
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But none of that meant he had to be polite.
He made sure to stay back quite a ways, though. He knew what the hair could do.With his arms folded across his chest, he called out, just loudly enough to be heard.
"Are you finished?"
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Re: Ulaume | ota
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adam parrish | ota
[Before coming to Hadriel, Adam was used to going without sleep. Oh, he liked it - he caught hours here and there, minutes if that was all he could get, and was grateful for every moment of rest he got. But between three jobs, maintaining the highest grades in school, having some semblance of a social life, and being the errand boy for a magical forest, sleep was not the most common thing for Adam.
So now, he doesn't want to sleep, and it's been a day and some change and he's doing all right. He's been more tired, he's had exhaustion baked into his bones after weeks of not enough sleep. This is nothing, comparatively. This is something he can handle, so why should he need to sleep?
He's at the clinic organizing supplies, folding bandages, cleaning. It's easier to stay awake if there's a reason, if there's something to do, and so he keeps busy to avoid feeling his growing weariness. And it's fine, everything's fine, until his tired hands slip on a glass jar and it shatters all over the floor.
He looks down at it, frustrated and tired and mad that he's tired. But conscientious, at least, of whoever might be around.]
Watch where you step, there might be some shards.
2) streets
[It's easier to stay awake away from home, where his warm bed (and sofa and all manner of other comfortable things) are. So Adam, utterly exhausted by now, took himself for a walk around the city, in the hopes that fresh cave air would wake him up.
But it's been too long since he last slept. The walk didn't do much, the air did nothing, and when he sat down to rest his legs he fell asleep almost immediately.
He's sitting precariously on a hunk of rubble, back pressed against the wall of a shop. It looks like he could fall over at any second - probably onto the unwelcoming ground - and he is fast asleep.
It would probably be nice of you to wake him up before he falls over and hurts himself. Or hey, maybe you also hate the sight of someone sleeping.]
3) at home
[Adam can't stay out of his house forever, just like he can't stay awake forever. He's been forced to catch a few hours here and there, and currently he's just woken up from another nap his body forced him into. It wasn't nearly enough - three hours, maybe - but in his opinion it was way too much, and he's pissed.
He's at home, banging around in the kitchen, easily heard by residents and any guests that might have found themselves there. When some poor fool enters the kitchen, he turns with a cold look and a sharp - ]
What do you want?
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He knows that he's been feeling a little pissed too, but 'feeling pissed' is just sort of Ronan's general state of existence, and so he's been able to brush it off reasonably well since whatever-this-is has started. Sure, he's gotten in shouting matches and maybe a scrape or two, but for the most part, Ronan Lynch is whole and somewhat put together, which gives him an edge on Adam.
He tries to be diplomatic at first, not allowing himself to bristle at Adam's irritation, instead simply nodding toward his door.]
Come to bed.
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Asriel Dreemurr | OTA
The thing is... being around so many angry people is really difficult. Maybe it's just because everyone's so irritable and shouty and stuff, but it's like everyone he's around just sets him off whenever he tries to calm them down. But... he's trying.
He's gotten his paws on a grubby old notebook, and has been trying to compile a list of people and what seems to be making them so ticked, and good ways to calm them down. It's probably telling, though, that the longer the list gets, the more furious scribbles start to show up in the margins. The more not-so-polite comments get jotted in with big furious arrows pointing at names. The more...
Well, Asriel's leaning intently on a rock, very furiously scribbling an unflattering caricature of someone that's exaggerated to the point of being utterly unrecognizable. "Big ugly doo doo head" appears to be written above them, and he's underlining it so hard that he actually tears through the paper. With a frustrated shriek, he rips the page out, crumples it, hurls it down the street.]
UGH!! Why isn't this HELPING?!
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Natasha Romanoff | OTA | will match format
She stays busy. She doesn't have much to do, but that's not the problem. She explores. She talks to people, maybe tries to talk them down from their weird, irrational outbursts.
She gets herself coffee—oh, she gets herself a lot of coffee, drank black and steadily.
Two "nights" pass that way, Natasha growing progressively more tired. Her face grows pale, her eyes puffy and dark circled. Worse than that, hear heart races and her head spins, her normally impeccable balance suffering. Her mood suffers. Her caution about sleep evolves into an acute paranoia. How anyone can stand it, she doesn't know.
By the fourth day, she knows something is wrong. This isn't rational—but the anger, uncommon for her, is entirely irrational, and keeps her pushing, drinking more coffee and pacing from one building to another, looking for any distraction, as long as it keeps her from nodding off. Spidery shapes tease at the corners of her vision, disappearing when she turns her head, and she knows they aren't real, they're the product of her overtired senses, but she still can't bring herself to lay down. Occasionally she finds herself starting to doze if she sits down. Sometimes things even start to fade out while swaying on her feet. The moment she notices it, though, a fresh burst of rage driven adrenaline shocks her back upright.
How long can she last this way?]
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Sometimes she'll pause and it'll look like she's finally getting ready to take a nap. But, before Rin can decide that she'll be okay and he can leave, she jolts back up again. Okay, enough of this. Let's get the poor woman to bed.
Rin walks up to her, reaching out to her shoulder to get her attention.
"Hey, are you alright? You look like you're about to fall over."
Rin gives a look of soft concern, a little worried she might collapse at any moment.
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Tyki Mikk | OTA | Prose or brackets are fine. I'll follow.
[He's indecent by noble standards in just a pair of pants, socks and shoes out on the streets. His jacket and warm undervest/turtle neck along with that cravat were now scattered about his room with a few other collected jackets and apparel torn in pieces. So here he was back outside in the cold with that long staggering scar on display from shoulder to opposite hip across his chest and back. He's fine. He's calm again that is until he sees another person wearing such an offending jacket. One or two things will happen.
One, he's just ripping it off you or at least trying to. Phasing it off to be more exact. It'll feel strange but besides the small jerk one will simply feel their jacket phasing right through their body unnaturally. It tingles no doubt.
Or two, he's approaching with a hand out and a curved smile.] That jacket looks uncomfortable. Can I see it? [Yet unlike his usual charming voice it almost sounds disarming or quite alarming.]
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[Well, he certainly can't allow jackets to exist at all. Sure, he could just go out and rid Hadriel of all of them but if they just re-bought another one it would ruin all his progress and Tyki was all about eradicating something all together once he got his mind onto it. Unlike the jackets he just ripped off people earlier his anger his escalated to the point they just need to go. So the sudden blasts to any and all coat racks are easily heard as the purplish-black Dark Matter tears through coat rack after coat rack. Sweaters are just shoved and tossed aside. Scarves and gloves are thrown against walls.
There's too many but thankfully that doesn't mean the whole building needs to suffer otherwise it would simply be gone. Tread lightly, Hadrielites. This one is dangerous.]
Jo Harvelle | OTA!
What does feel weird is the wave of anger that arises when she yawns or even glances towards her bedroom.
The first night passes without a problem. The second and third nights are harder but she's pushed herself this far before.
Problems arise during the fourth day and she leaves her empty apartment to prowl the streets looking for something to do. Anything.
Every once in a while she'll yawn before cussing under her breath.]
Come on, don't.
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In fact, he's minding his own business when Jo's voice catches him off guard, a mutter he assumes is for him. )
Don't, uh, what?
( That assumption gets quickly rewritten when he turns to look at her, at the bags under her eyes. )
Um, You wanna get a coffee?
( Or maybe go have a nap? )
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Re: Jo Harvelle | OTA!
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Haha wrong journal
i was wondering LOL
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Celebrimbor | Open; I will match any format!
Regret is far harder to bear.
"I shall take you apart with my hands, brick by brick!" until his nails bled with the effort, "Your doors will fall before me; do not think to barricade yourself! It will serve no purpose."
His voice is raised in fury, yet if one sees his eyes, the silver is pale with haunted pain. This is a nightmare, surely. Someone wake him!
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"You should know that all you're doing is making noise at this point. Your efforts are useless."
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Pellaz; ota
Pell isn't used to feeling this way. Give him any other god and he could relate, could deal with it, but Rage? He's never felt true hatred before and he doesn't know what to do with it, doesn't know how to pen it up so it can be controlled. As a result it leaks into everything, spreads a black cloud of anger over him that everyone will suffer for.
Worst is the animals, though. He finds himself putting up a wall when he sees them head his way, wanting to kick and spit and kill. No, he tells himself, they're people's pets. But he can't stop what he feels and it makes him even angrier to realize this. He needs to do something about it. And so halfway to the garden, he realizes that trying to contain this rage is useless. He gives up. He gives in. He pulls out Axton's gun and turns for the nearest tunnel entrance, hoping the monsters are ready for him.
They are.
Anyone can meet him in the tunnels as well, because double the hate is even more fun.
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Wanting to do violence doesn't automatically make you good at it. Especially when it's the first time you've ever felt this way, the first time you've ever tried to do violence intentionally. This is what Pell's learned.
He was bad at it.
He comes limping out of the tunnels, dripping a trail of blood from a deep gash across his chest, his clothing singed and stained. The corpses of those monsters he managed to kill have been left behind for now in favor of finding someone to patch him up.... killing them didn't help the anger anyway, which frightens him. Something's wrong, very wrong. At least the pain cuts through the rage, makes him a bit clearer headed.
The clinic is on the other side of the cavern, though, possibly farther than he'll make it. Help?
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Cal had all but torn the cave apart looking for him, not stopping, not resting. He'd wear himself down to the bones before he stopped looking--he'd bleed himself out before he gave up and resigned to waiting.
It's on his third pass Cal finds him. Injured, limping, bloody. He doesn't hesitate, running to meet him, and forcibly shutting out the memories the blood brings back. Later. He can deal with that later...
"Goddammit, Pell, what happened to you?"
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Kylo Ren | OTA
But things get even worse when someone tries to calm him down. Then he's suddenly whirling around, eyes narrowed behind his mask, hand on his lightsaber. "What did you just say to me?" Now suddenly his fury has reached a fever pitch.
Ushahin Dreamspinner | OTA
It comes to a peak when Fetch approaches him, cawing out a loud hello. Ushahin looks at his oldest friend in this place and feels nothing but rage towards him. His fingers curl around a rock and he throws it at the raven. With a shocked Caw!, he easily avoids the projectile, but sounds puzzled as he continues to try and land near Ushahin. "Begone you little pest! Or I will see you in a stew pot!"
Just where all this has come from he doesn't know, but he's certainly going to be annoyed when he finds out.
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"While you were probably otherwise occupied, have you seen anyhar come through here? Particularly one with dark hair and unquenchable optimism?"
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