hadriel_logs | Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

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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.

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
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► 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!
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It makes vague sense, but apparently Curufin ain't stickin' around long enough to lay down some clarification. Sans kinda stops payin' attention halfway through the explanation, and by the time he's managed to haul tailbone over to the section of the Colosseum Curufin's pointing out to him, he's already lookin' ready to set the place ablaze.

So Sans, uh...doesn't really do much in the way of helpin' out. He watches him ignite the fuses and rolls his shoulders in a shrug.

"You look like you got this pretty well covered," he says unhelpfully. "You don't need me for this, right?"

"That would be a very good point. If we got the Gods to setup a better access point than one filled with monsters, we would be doing this world a favour. If nothing else, perhaps they will replace it with one that is more appeasing to the public eye."

He turns his attention back to Curufin with another of his smiles.

"Delightful. I can hardly wait to witness it. My last collapsing building focused on escape and was not quite so elegant." For a moment, his mind wanders to Sukuna, and how the boy might be doing without him. As quickly as the thought came in, he is able to dismiss it and come back to the task.

"My, you're very efficient, aren't you? Creating your own explosives, having them charted and laid out, and even taking safety and distance into account. I might have to learn a few secrets from you when this is over."

Who knows, explosives may just come in handy for escaping these caves. Curufin alone might be useful in any endeavour. Having a close comrade like him, he probably couldn't lose to anything. His intel and skill are very valuable assets, after all. It probably wouldn't hurt to butter up to this Elf a little more.

Yukari follows Curufin across the grass, casual and without hesitation. This explosion is surely going to be magnificent. He takes the detonating cord delicately, making a mild examination of it as Curufin continues to speak, looking at Curufin's location when prompted. Carefully, and intently, he listens to the directions. He might have a ridiculously high pain tolerance, and some good auras if he needs to get himself out of a pinch, but he would rather save those techniques for something much more thrilling. Like their promised battle. Or escaping like convicts from blowing up the Colosseum. He doesn't know how much of a chance they stand if the Gods get involved in their pursuit. But most of the fun is in guessing as you go along, isn't it?

Yukari gives a nod with a fox-like smile. He keeps his eye on the man, waiting for the signal.

The second he hears NOW, he does immediately as he was told. He triggers it, and then swiftly drops low to the ground, lying on his stomach and covering his head for any stray debris that might fall from the behemoth of a structure. He can't help but release a delighted, devilish laugh as he watches the explosions go off. After the shockwave has passed, he gets himself off the ground quickly, running to Curufin and following him to the next set of explosive triggers. Certain the instructions are the same, he grins at his partner in crime as he repeats the first set of instructions, hitting the ground promptly after pressing the trigger. Once the shockwave passes again, he gets back onto his feet, and rushes to meet Curufin.

He lets out a delighted, airy chuckle when he can be heard over the sound of the building crumbling, looking up at the moving effects of the explosions.

"This is amazing, Curufin-chan! Are there any further triggers we must attend to, or shall we just step back and enjoy the show?"

Edited (Forgive my shame. I misread slightly.) 2016-12-19 05:22 (UTC)

Of course, he didn't expect it to be a pleasure to be met by the other man. He was the one who instigated the attack against the skeleton for a seemingly harmless reason. Being met with blunt and impolite is probably on the scale of least likely reactions he expected, being usually greeted more with anger and even hatred for his attitude and behaviours.

And, for a moment, he almost forgot why he started attacking Sans in the first place, until he mentions going back to sleep. Yukari visibly tenses and can feel himself grit his teeth as glowers at the skeleton for saying such a disgusting thing. The very literal only thing that is keeping Yukari from drawing his sword again is remembering why he surrendered just seconds ago.

He has to remember to take a breath and loosen his jaw before he can answer.

"Go right ahead and do as you like. For now."

He turns around and walks off, or else he might change his mind about starting up another attack.

"Just got here a few days ago," she says by way of agreement, then clarifies as she does the math in her head. "A little over a week now, I guess."

Hard to believe it had been that long. The last few days all blurred together since she started trying to avoid sleeping. Part of that came from not having anything to really differentiate the days and nights the way sleep did, but more of it was fatigue. She hadn't slept in long enough now that she wasn't entirely ever awake anymore.

"Natasha Romanoff. Nice to meet you."

"Yea, nice to meet you, too." How cool is this? He gets to help out a newbie! "So, what's it like where you're from?"

He's kind of curious. And trying to keep the conversation going.

When they arrive at the bar, Rin escorts Natasha to a seat and makes sure she's firmly seated before taking the chair opposite of her. Rin will just order a soda while he lets Natasha eat. Come to think of it, he could have cooked for her, and it probably would have tasted way better than bar food. And would have had a bed or a sofa for her to rest on if she would have passed out. Oh, well. He was thinking on his feet. He'll just have to keep that in mind for the future.

"So, why do you look so tired, anyway? When was the last time you slept?" Might as well go straight to the chase, now.

Yeah, he didn't like the sound of that at all, did he? Heh, Sans ain't gonna trust that he'll just let him chill and snooze where he likes. Sans watches him go with his smile fixed and uncompromising.

As soon as Yukari turns, Sans is gone.

He'll find someplace else to nap.

[Never. They don't need an executioner but that doesn't mean they have to think of said person's reputation.]

Apparently so! And I do mean it, purple is a lovely color on you.

[Chara wonders if it'll stain bone. But let's move things along before the possibility of getting back at them arises.]

I believe that is the case. I had an interesting experience with my jacket earlier and there seem to be a number of people with a rather short fuse today.

[Yeah, 'cause self-control is really somethin' he associates with 'em. Sans gives his newly-dyed jacket sleeves a short shake. Yep, definitely gonna have to chuck this in the wash. And then shower.]

I prefer blue, but thanks for the tip.

What happened to your jacket then?

[Chara is the paragon of self control, what are you talking about? But hey, at least it comes out. Nevermind the effort to do it though.]

It fell, but I'm sure someone managed to find and make use of it.

[Read: they chucked it out the window and probably smacked someone with it. Their golden sticker is going to arrive any day now.]

[So the vicious hatred of jackets has extended to them too. At least they don't discriminate? Then again, Sans kinda trashed up his own house tossin' things through the windows.

Speakin' of which, there's a building with like ten of 'em comin' right up. He doesn't lift a phalanx, but a couple rocks sail through the windows of their own accord without any obvious prompting from Sans.]

Thank heavens for small miracles, huh?

"Sunnier," Natasha answers in response to his first question. She means the answer as much as a joke as a dodge; which she's not inclined to be particularly forthcoming about information about herself or her world, she doesn't have a particular reason to be secretive either. It comes out flat though, her voice as tired as the rest of her.

"Actually, there are couple of people here from home already. Not sure if you'd know them, though. For the most part they're the type to keep quiet."

After that, she trails off a bit. She doesn't have the motivation to keep up a conversation too long unprompted. Putting one foot in front of the other is enough of an effort for the time being. It's not until after she's ordered coffee and a sandwich, when Rin questions her again, that she speaks to him again.

The mention of sleep brings a curt reply. "I haven't wanted to sleep. With everything going on here, isn't it a waste of time?"

[Look at those rocks sailing without any obvious prompting. Guess even the landscape was starting to hate things. But no, if it was just Sans' jacket they'd be here all day.]

Indeed. Hopefully a water balloon is the only thing that comes after your jacket or other such things.

[Said as if they didn't spot the flying rocks. But at least nobody thus far has decided to take a pair of scissors to it yet.]

[Hey, as long as Chara don't have a problem with it, he don't have a problem with it. Windows are uniformly terrible. And unlike jackets, they're a perfectly reasonable thing to be pissed about.]

I'm guessin' this is your subtle prompting that I should lose the jacket.

[A little destruction is cathartic. Break all the windows you want Sans.]

If you want to. As far as I'm apparently concerned, your jacket is 'ruined'.

[...or maybe not. Chara does have more water balloons in their Inventory and Rage is starting to scratch that itch again.]

The Streets

[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.]

The Stores

[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.]

Cuttin' corners, are we?

[Hey, he ain't gonna judge there. They're talkin' to someone who's made "cutting corners" an art form.]

Well thanks, kid. Means a lot.

[Jo is no stranger to not sleeping. It doesn't happen in Heaven and often times it didn't happen on hunts either.

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.

[When the paper rolls to a stop at her feet, Jo looks up to find the source of it.]

What isn't working?

[It's Ronan, and so Adam immediately feels some remorse for snapping at him. Ronan didn't ask for that and doesn't deserve it - it's not his fault that Adam is exhausted and has been for days, or that the mere idea of sleep makes him want to break something. And he hates that anger too, the way it makes him feel like he might hurt something, might be no better than his last name makes him.

He takes a breath, tries to calm down. This isn't Ronan's fault. Ronan is just worried about him.

But of course he's trying to get Adam to go to bed. He always knows just the right thing to say to piss Adam off. They've been so good ever since they figured each other out, they've avoided so many fights. Ronan's less likely to lash out, Adam is better about calming them both instead of inciting more anger. But obviously Ronan is trying to annoy him now. What other explanation is there?]

What for? I'm not a baby, I don't need a nap.

[Adam rubs his eyes, reminding himself to get his shit together. He's functioned on less sleep, he's been more exhausted. This is no excuse for making mistakes, and he's at the clinic to help people, after all.]

Yeah, let me get some.

[He goes to the right cabinet - even running on little sleep, Adam spends enough time at the clinic to know where everything is. He brings the bottle back over, looking over Jack's bandages with a careful eye.]

You all right? What happened?

He will not stand for any further madness! Celebrimbor spies the destruction and takes off as fast as his limping run allows. His leg protests at the speed, but he fears being even later to his father's...handiwork. Oh he has seen Fëanorian fire before and it shall not touch this land too!

"Atar!" his voice is powerful and it carries fiercely. Anger is boiling in the pit of his stomach and he snarls when he sees Curufin's smile.

Enough is enough! He tackles his father with all his strength, gritting his teeth. The impact drives the air out of his lungs, but he is determined. He will not budge. Just in case his point isn't clear, he pulls out his knife and holds it to Curufin's throat.

"Do not move."

His hatred - for he knows not what to call it - for the buildings around them is nearly as strong as his frustration, but this...

This anger is far older; far more sharp. The buildings can be demolished after.

Edited 2016-12-19 12:26 (UTC)

Look at it, just staring emptily with those round lidless eyes, mouth opening and closing with not a useful thing to say. Regardless of Rey's feelings about the fish, she never wished ill of it. It's not the fish's fault that it's so inept to do anything. So Firo's question is met with a bit of misgiving.

"Enough that it's still alive after all this time and not drained down the toilet."

That's where all the unwanted fish of the world go, isn't it?

Firo gets hit on the cheek and turns his face with the blow. When he regains his balance, he glares back at Rin. What's with the flames? He's confused as hell, but he can't afford asking--it might make him look stupid or weak.

For all the many fights Firo's been in in his life... this is definitely one of the most ridiculous. That fact is entirely lost on Firo right now.

"I'm gonna ask again: what's it to you? Is this your friend or something? Were you planning on eating it for dinner tonight? If you've got nothing to do with this fish, then it's none of your business!"

If he stopped to think, he'd realize that he has no idea why he's so fired up. But thinking simply isn't done at a time like this.

"I can check the other shops," Sharon offers. She had only strolled through one of the various shops around town, grabbing the first (and fluffiest) of things she'd seen, and immediately migrated towards the rising smoke. Smoke equals fire and pillows burn oh-so-quickly,"I bet there are more bedsheets or fucking duvet covers out there somewhere."

And, seeing as she was never a fan of the duvet cover and all its thick bounty, burning a couple of them sounds like a damn near enjoyable thing given her lack sleep.

I thought you needed a personal wake-up call. [ There's this distinct lack of energy to her and, at this point, the only thing that drives her is keeping others awake. She's sickly pale and the bags beneath her eyes have only worsened to the point where the violets and greens seem more black. ]

I hate to see people lazing about.

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