Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

[hadrielmods]

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.

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!

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[dragoon_pride]

[Oh, no. The cycle of yawning begins. As soon as Sharon yawns, Kain can't help it. He tries stifling it for a moment, then unleashes, mouth opening for a huge yawn as well.]

Sorry... what a nuisance all of this is... You're right, though, it's undoubtedly some trickery of the gods. They want us to fail, but we can't let that happen.

[skelebro]

Like sleeping.

[Uh-huh. He's gettin' the picture here.]

How's about you go ahead and get about to investigating that?

[On foot, preferably, so he eventually collapses from exhaustion and don't end up harassing any other poor sod tryin' to get some shut-eye.]

[dragoon_pride]

Do you think there's any chance of uncovering anything? The gods are all too good at hiding their work, after all...

[This is followed up by another mighty yawwwwn. That exhaustion is really starting to creep up on him, though Kain is determined to keep fighting it.]

[so_dark_a_road]

The sudden dryness in Sans' tone puzzles Curufin. He doesn't know anything about Sato or his recent adventures.

"Window sashes. . . you know, the wooden frames the glass sits in. Oh, did you think I meant those cloth sashes people tie around their waists or chests and shoulders to indicate some kind of military organization?"

[skelebro]

I think you're more likely to figure that out if you go and look.

[And leave Sans to surreptitiously nap away the rest of the day in the meantime, 'cause at least he'll be gettin' rid of the obstruction.]

[skelebro]

"The guards wear sashes," he says, though it's a nice turn of events that Curufin ain't one of Sato's merry band of murderers, or whatever it is he's plannin' on doin' to the Guard HQ. "Windows wear curtains."

Needless to say, anybody who's gotta problem with the Guard has a problem with Papyrus. And anybody who's gotta problem with Papyrus? Well, they might as well have a little problem with Sans.

[heartintheflames]

"So, what happened? Was he a bad guy in disguise?" He can't help himself but lean in to listen. This is like a manga, except in real life! So cool. He'll bet dollars to donuts this guy got his ass kicked by some sort of hero, if it's anything like the manga. Maybe somebody super muscular, or perhaps a magical girl. He can't wait to hear more!

[heartintheflames]

"Well, yea. Sort of. I guess so." Immortal isn't exactly what he would call it. "I've taken some really massive blows... and kind of been impaled, before. And I heal just like you did! Man! You are way cooler than I thought! I'm totally putting you on my list of coolest people ever!"

"Man, I wish Satan were made up." Rin straightens himself, still flicking his tail. "He's the whole reason I... Wait... Y'mean you've seen my flames this whole time, and you didn't know?"

He gives a dumbfounded look. He still has some getting used to that different worlds have different rules, but this is the first time he's been told that his bloodline is just made up.

"Uhh.... Yea, y'know..." He laughs nervously. "You're right, totally made up."

He wants nothing to do with Satan anyway. Why complicate things and scare people off?

[saltrock_imp]

Flick winced. He wasn't sure he could control himself. "Think you could knock me out? And make sure not to break the skin? My blood could hurt you."

[unitas]

[ She frowns, shaking her head slowly. It's almost as if she wants to say You sweet summer child, you.]

No, they don't want us to fail—we've already failed. The moment we were brought here, we lost all control over who we are and what we feel. We are literally at their mercy.

[ Oh, did she not mention she's an absolute pessimist? Especially without sleep. A dark laugh bubbles out of her throat, barely restrained. ] There's nothing to win and no enemy to beat; all we can do is survive and we don't really have much choice in that, either.

[ Because death isn't the end here, so they will always survive, even when they don't. ]

[ushahin]

Ushahin doesn't look hopeful. The whole of Hadriel seems to have been consumed by anger. It keeps bleeding over into him, not to mention the own anger he keeps feeling towards anything that is on four legs instead of two. "Considering how everyone's minds seem to be doing, it's possible he's off in a state of rage."

His eyes slide over Cal's form, squinting a little in the sunlight due to his bad eye. He's taking in his measure. "And who are you? I have not met you before." He's probably felt his mind at some point. Ushahin can't filter out the voices that run through his head anymore than he can prevent the sun from rising.

[outstandingbalance]

"He resented he wasn't going to be a kind in Asgard, so he figured he'd take Earth. But his brother and a few other people—the Avengers—managed to close the portal he'd opened for the alien invasion, and beat him in the fight." She tilts her head, saying that as though she wasn't the one who'd closed the portal. "He went back home in chains."

[pyralisit]

Cal glares at the thought of Pell running around raging at anything. It's such a ridiculous thing to happen that if he weren't angry at something completely irrational himself he wouldn't have believed it. But it also probably means that Pell is in trouble somewhere. Maybe even hurt. And that thought is all but unbearable.

"Fucking great," he swears under his breath, looking around like he might see Pell somewhere, coming back from God knew where. He almost rounded on the man when he asked who he was. He didn't need to know that--but he reined himself in.

"Cal. I'm here for Pell. And nothing and nohar is going to take him from me."

[ushahin]

Ushahin's eyes seem to gleam brightly when he hears such a dramatic statement from Cal. "Ah, one of those." He's seen such loyalty and devotion before. His cousin Tanaros had been one such person, driven by his passions. They had served him well until his wife had betrayed him in the marriage bed with his best friend, the king, bearing him a child that was not his own. Then all the goodness in him had turned to fiery anger and hate. And like a fire, it had consumed him even unto his death.

"You should be careful of love like that. It is a double-edged sword." Even the best of men could get cut trying to hold onto it.

[pyralisit]

At that he gives a joyless laugh, sounding more mad than anything. "God, you sound like Flick. So what if it is? I'd take feeling pain over feeling nothing. And I sure as hell won't be giving it up. Not because someone says it might hurt a little." Or ever if he had any say in it.

[ushahin]

Ushahin shakes his head, fair hair flopping into his eyes for a moment. He reaches up a hand to push the strands back. "It will hurt a lot more when it all comes crashing down. Life is full of pain, and love, regardless of how one wishes it to play out, hurts worst of all." Cal wouldn't listen. No one ever did, not to a poor madman. Not until things crashed down around their ears and they ended up full of woe, but by then, there was nothing left for him to do but tell them that he had told them so.

[pyralisit]

"And you think I don't already know that?" His voice and his expression grow wilder as he speaks--this is a waste of time and he should be looking for Pell and he shouldn't have risen to the bait, but it was too late now.

"Do you think I don't fucking know how terrible love is? It hurts like a bitch and it makes people and hara do awful things. It makes them insane and tries to blame it on anything else. And you know what? I don't fucking care. I refuse not to feel it. I will take all of the terror if it meant I would only have one more day with him."

[foundafamily]

[Firo's ears perk up at hearing his father's language mentioned, but that's very far from any way he might've expected it to be relevant. And having to learn to keep magic? That kind of sucks.]

...Are you kidding me? What kinda magic works like that? And why couldn't you learn it? It's not that hard, compared to some languages out there.

[sunsetsitter]

Era per una famiglia, [Izabel sighs wistfully, then offers a weak, crooked smile.] Was a new year's resolution I made to some cute chick in a crappy city. The things we'll do, huh?

[For family -- no matter how many you've got -- and for the ladies.]

Italy's kind of an Earth thing. I was born on Cleave and died there, and I was last on this comet called Phang. Not a lot of language learning opportunities, especially when your employers have translation rings.

[ushahin]

Ushahin laughs, a sound that is high-pitched and full of amusement bred of insanity. He sees now why this one has been brought to him. It was the legacy of being one of the Three of Satoris. Always, he was drawn towards those in whom madness resided. His madlings, they had been called in his own world. Here it was no different.

"I have seen your kind before. You'd burn the length and breadth of sky if it would make your beloved happy. If you don't understand that is madness incarnate, you are more foolish than I first thought. Yes, you are one of mine." He grins, a sharp-toothed feral expression, more like a wolf than a man.

[pyralisit]

His? Cal is his? The anger rises again and that certainly doesn't help the clarity of his mind. He didn't belong to anyone, least of all another madman. He clenches his fists at his sides and drops his voice back to level. At least he can make an attempt.

"Gladly and without reservation. I have been mad for a long time. That is hardly a secret. If I've been broken, so be it. At least it leaves me with sharp edges."

[dragoon_pride]

Hmmph... I suppose I could do that. But in the meantime... try to avoid falling prey to that pathetic nuisance.

[It's his responsibility to ensure that others avoid it, after all.]

[dragoon_pride]

I still find it hard to accept that we can't just fight them... for all that they do to us, they deserve it.

[He may not be exactly much of an optimist himself, but he believes in combat. Fighting enemies gets rid of them, and gets rid of all problems. Too bad it seems this place is much more complicated.]

I dread to think what they're attempting to pull on us currently.

[skelebro]

I'll do my best.

[He even fires off a lazy salute, the lie creepin' up easy.]

[circumitus]

On the plus side, Rey doesn't have to worry about whether or not Wellingham is going to be served on a silver fishy platter tonight. It just... has to come at her own expense, doesn't it?

"Just don't go spreading that shit around. I've got an image to uphold."

(Not really. Shut up.)