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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[knifecollecting]

"I hope this works." She deliberates for a moment, and, considering his position on the ground...

"I'm going to kick you. It'll be safer, right?" No blood on her skin. She steps back and swings her right leg, connecting pretty solidly with his forehead.

[circumitus]

"Sorry for such an inconvenience. Is that why you decided to share your name in that ship world?"

Not that Firo would probably have any idea why. She just recalls Carlisle confusing her for a 'Ms. Prochainezo' once, and Muscovy's story seemed to align with a similar scenario.

[foundafamily]

Ah, that. Firo's not sure why he's embarrassed to have it brought up, but he ducks his head to look at the ground instead. He shrugs. "Muscovy said it was because we were family."

[meatbrained]

( Well, at least they're nearly at the bar and you can have the coffee you clearly need, Jo. )

Would that, er, help? ( Didn't his coach always tell him that getting a good night's sleep was important?

(Then again, the man enjoyed waking them up for absurdly early practice so who knows what he really thought about sleep.) )

[circumitus]

Rey was sort of messing with him, but Firo's response does make her think.

"It never occurred to me to take a name before. Not even my brother's."

And he was a good family. Better than her father.

[saltrock_imp]

The foot impacted on his forehead and he fell back unconscious. He'd wake up with a hell of a headache, at least Pell had started teaching him how to heal. Nothing like hands on practice.

[sarestes]

Cal doesn't hit. Ulaume's reflexes have him ducking too quickly, down into a crouch with his free arm over his face. Goddamnit, he just can't get free. His hammer is fucking useless. How badly he wants to split the har's head open--none of this is cooling off his rage, only mixing it with fear.

Adrenaline has him staggering back to his feet. Adrenaline has his hand flying at Cal's eyes, wanting to gouge.

[unitas]

[ He seems eager and that's... Ugh, how do people have energy for doing things? ]

You need paper—any kind, it doesn't matter where it comes from. [ Another—No, no yawning. ] The library has books that have plenty of blank pages to use. If you can find a pencil in the stores, that'd be great, but I've got plenty handy if you need to borrow one.

It's easier to learn to sketch than to waste away paints when they're so rare.

[blessedmaiden]

The Gods, whatever they are, are messing with your head, Kain. You're stronger than this, trust me but... uuugh!

[Look at her point a finger in Shadow's direction and show her teeth in what's probably a ridicolous attempt to threaten him... actually, don't look at all, she will be so ashamed of her behaviour later.]

The hell is with you! Are you here to cover us with flea or something? We don't need an animal around- and you're lucky you're half a person or something or I wouldn't even hesitate to kick you where you belong!

[This is so unlike her, Rydia usually welcomes all creatures with open arms but she can't look at Shadow without feeling... furious.] And I don't need your help, Highwind! [Because she's ready to snap at him as well.]

[pyralisit]

Damn. Eventually this would have to end--either they'd exhaust each other or one of them would end up dead. He started to swing again but had to jump back to dodge the hand coming for his face, but didn't quite make it; he kept his eyes but earned a scratch across his face for the effort. It stung, but for now it was only an inconvenience.

He swung again--hard--not even taking a breath to swear and aiming once more for the har's stomach.

[sunsetsitter]

[Seems a bit rude to knife a fish for reasons other than needing to eat, but she'll keep that to herself. That fish may have escaped for now, but who knows about later! Or other fish!!]

Time and space aaaare kind of a weird thing to chat about in places like this?

[She makes kind of a wibbly-wobbly motion with her hands.]

It's more like I've been through this song and dance before and made some new buddies from Earth. Most of them from Italia or Japan? Kinda weird.

[murderpotato]

Gren swats the incoming dolly out of the way with his handy weaponized shelf, sending it flying across the room. Wade's fast enough to get to his feet before he can cover the distance between them, and there's something about the pissiness in his expression when he's upright again that just really gives Gren a warm, fuzzy feeling in his chest. And probably other places, too, but let's just say his chest.

That fuzzy feeling drops off at the mention of something that he's not even sure are real words. The fuck is a Jar Jar Binks? And why the fuck would anyone be a fan of it? It sounds disappointing. He's assuming that it has something to do with Star Wars, but it might be too much to assume that the conversation is following any sort of logical progression.

Well, at least having a guy yelling and charging at him is relatively straightforward. This is the kind of territory that he's familiar with, excluding the light show for swords, something for him to focus on that makes sense. And equally important to focus on is how he's going to avoid getting shish-kabobed by this motherfucker and, if possible, maybe get those damn things out of his hands. Even if they can't cut him, he can still get hit by them, and they extend Wade's reach significantly.

One way to get rid of that advantage: take this fight to the floor. Gren's always been good with grappling and wrestling, anyway. When Wade gets close enough, Gren ducks his shoulder to come in underneath his guard-- helps that he's shorter than this guy-- and tries to get him around the middle to bear him to the ground. Wade's heavier than he is while he's glamoured, but Gren can throw around more weight than he looks.

[foundafamily]

Firo nods. Ennis doesn't seem to have thought much about taking one either, though of course Firo knows a last name that is definitely available. It seems like something that simply might not come up on someone's radar.

"What was his?"

[foundafamily]

And you're making a big deal about that?

[Firo bites his lip, not sure why those words came out so bitterly. He should be relieved that Shadow's mostly okay, right? But he's still so angry for reasons he can't put his finger on.

He digs his nails into his palm. Angry or not, this isn't right. He should be a better friend than this.]

...So what's this all mean? Are you hurt or anything?

[circumitus]

"Gideon," she replies. "He got it from the family who adopted him. Unlike me, he actually got to have some, be raised and grow up the old fashioned way."

Something which Rey sometimes envies, in a way. Maybe she'd have turned out differently had she been raised as her brother had, rather than a construct with only ghosts in her head.

we're both horrible people

[ushahin]

The raven tries once again to approach Ushahin. Again, he throws a rock. This repeats until Fetch decides he's had enough and perches on a nearby spire, out of reach, and with his head cocked as he tries to figure out why Ushahin is treating him so horribly.

"Get down from there! I haven't finished with you yet!" Ushahin frowns, trying to figure out a way to get the big black bird down. Fetch, for his part, harrumphs and preens the feathers of one wing. This causes Ushahin to grit his teeth, practically hopping up and down with fury now.

[ishotyouuu]

He ain't even all that mad, really-- or even if he had been, it's faded quickly. Granted, Jar Jar is one of the most unholy abominations ever birthed from man's consciousness, but this guy hardly looks like he knows the difference between a Sarlacc and a sand person. Even the insistent throbbing in the center of his face has been pushed so far to the back of his mind as to be negligible. Honestly? He just wants to get into it with this guy; this lanky sonofabitch who somehow still has the muscular fortitude to wrench a shelf clean off its hinges.

If he's mad at anything it's these fucking cans that fill his peripheral vision on both sides, and the position of his beam katanas as he races down the aisle towards Gren takes care of that fairly easily, sending a wave of spaghetti sauce, soup, and evaporated milk to spatter the floor in his wake. He's almost upon the fuckhead with the flavor-saver-- and he's just come up with a good decapitation-related one-liner in the process-- when everything goes wrong. The steady, electrical hum of his energy swords suddenly falter and stutter. The blades themselves, capable of cutting through anything at a moment's notice, flicker weakly a few times before vanishing completely, leaving Wade holding nothing but the empty hilts in his hands-- just as he's stopped within grabbing distance of Gren.

He only has time for a few dumbfounded blinks before the other man's arm is around his waist, and he's played enough bouts of Street Fighter to know that Gren hasn't suddenly decided to try a little tenderness.

"Oh, come on--"

[unitas]

[ It's difficult to imagine going up against the likes of Hope and his ilk, especially considering the control they're capable of exerting over them. It's a bothersome train of thought, but one that derails easily due to her exhaustion. ]

Yeah, I wouldn't try to stab any of them. The only one that's out often is Delight and I think Rage would eviscerate you if you tried to hurt her.

[ushahin]

Fetch caws and puffs himself up when he's caught fast, trying to twist his neck this way this way and that as he attempts to escape Shadow's grip. He can't peck him through the gloves and so he resigns himself with a throaty grumble to being held captive. His little heart does beat faster as they approach Ushahin. What if he harms him?

Ushahin sees the approaching pair with a feral look in his eyes. "That bird has become a nuisance. I plan to remove him...permanently. Fetch squirms again at the mention of being removed. How dare he! Fetch has been nothing but a loyal friend to him for years. If this is the repayment, he'll never forget it. The big bird projects an image into Shadow's head of letting him go. There's an emotion tinted there filled with alarm.

[foundafamily]

"Not a bad name." Sounds a little odd to him, as all he can divine from it is 'definitely not Italian.' But it's still fine. "You didn't take it 'cause his folks aren't yours?"

Firo can understand that kind of thinking, which is why he makes that assumption. Taking the name of your family is one thing, but it'd be strange to take a name that ultimately comes from people you've never met. ...Then again, he supposes his own last name technically comes from someone he never met.

[ushahin]

"Nothing's the matter. I'm perfectly fine." Nothing could be further from the truth. Ushahin looks rather like he wants to gobble up the bird whole. Something has wormed its way into his head, settling comfortably there in the madness. It looks so much like his normal state of being that he can't understand that his emotions have been tampered with.

"Hand him over to me. I shall take care of him." Fetch's eyes go wide. He understands the meaning if not all the words. He presses his feathery black body up against Shadow. Save him, new friend! His old friend has something terribly wrong with him.

[circumitus]

Sorry to disappoint, Firo. Rey and her kin are very not Italian.

She nods, mouth drawing a thin line, glancing away. "They raised him. Not me."

It's a bit of a sore spot, though she wishes it wasn't. It isn't fair to her brother to know any of that.

"I've had a lot of names, but none of them were mine, either. 'Rey' is the only one that's ever belonged to me." That, and 'Fiona', but that one just hurts even more.

[murderpotato]

Most days, Gren would say that his luck sits somewhere around 'breaking a mirror' levels-- that is to say, objectively terrible-- but he apparently gets a single stroke of good fortune when this asshat's glowsticks decide to crap out on him at the critical moment. And just in the nick of time, too; much longer and he would've been within striking range. No monster-kabobs for you, asshole. Serves him right for depending on his fancy slapchops instead of proper goddamn fisticuffs. Fight a monster like a man, with your bare fists.

Gren gets his arm around Wade's waist-- and it's a very tight waist, there's a pretty impressive amount of muscle and abs going on in that vicinity. A respectable six- or eight-pack, probably. And it's not that shitty bodybuilder-type muscle that's all show, it's the strong, functional kind of muscle that you get from actually having to do hard work. It's also not the point, because the point right now is that Gren's got an arm around him and lifts and bends back to suplex this motherfucker like they're in the middle of a televised cage fight. Dramatic, yes, but he feels like he's got some ground to make up for after the disparity in weapons. Gren might not have glowy swords, but he'll drop your bitch ass right on your head.

Shame, though, that he's got such a damn nice body for such an asshole.

Gren detangles himself from the grapple quickly post-suplex, rolling back to his feet to continue a fight that's one folding chair away from a WWE match.

"Tell me that ain't all you got."

[knifecollecting]

Would what help?

[She yawns again, pushing the bar door open and claiming the first seat she sees.]

[knifecollecting]

Jo hadn't expected the wave of anger as she looks down at his resting form.

She growls under her breath and quickly heads away, just so no one catches her standing over an unconscious body and assumes the wrong thing.