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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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► 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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His fingers shook when he entered this Forge and called forth the flames. Elves had experience with the elements that Men lacked. It was easy for him to ready arrows that would not easily be put out with water - even after they had found their target. With one shaft blazing between his fingers, he picked up a bow and walked outside, taking aim at the roof of a building nearby.

The shot was true and there was a bright spark as the fire took hold thanks to some chemicals Celebrimbor had allowed to soak into the arrow's wood. Eyes wild, he ducked back inside and brought out a bushel of similar arrows. One by one, he fired them, hitting as many roofs as his skill and Elven sight allowed.

[For a moment they feel happy there's nothing obviously wrong about what they did. Certainly Chara can't claim to know his thoughts, but if a second 'attack' had gone wrong it probably would have been clear. So for a few beautiful seconds Chara is fueling Hope.

And then they get hit in the face by a redirected water balloon.

Chara stands there for a moment, dripping wet from the water and dyed a bright yellow. It goes with their color scheme and washes out but that's not the point. They grin, something a little close to the one they wore during FIGHTs, but not there. More of a challenge.]

Really now? Crossing water balloons with me is very difficult you know.

Hux watched intently as Celebrimbor emerged with the arrows. For all the Elf's denials, it was clear there was a part of him eager to set the fires. He made a note for that for the future, he was sure that he may have some use for the Elf later.

"Very good," he said as the arrows hit their mark, the fires igniting brightly. "Yes, very impressive."

It ain't like we got snow for a snowball fight. Real shame, too - snow washes out easy.

[He grins right on back. C'mon, they did start it off, what with the beaning him over the head and jacket with a purple balloon and all.]

And didn't I say yellow was your color?

Good. [He takes her by surprise. That wouldn't have happened so easily most of the time. Now, all she can do is hide the reflex to reach for a weapon when she's startled.] I look exactly how I feel.

[She smiles very slightly, tired. She's so tired, it's almost funny. That won't last, and she knows it. It's fatigue getting to her brain.]

I haven't been getting much sleep.

Over-eager! Celebrimbor was breathing heavily as he saw the flames consume and spread. He shot more arrows before turning on Hux. The Man should have stayed silent.

"You speak with his voice. Why?!" he snarled, dropping his bow in favor of his sword, "Do not praise me!"

Which is a problem that I've come to resolve once and for all. No more wasting time asleep. You and everyone else will just have to adjust to staying awake.

[He's managing to so far himself, and it feels great! Just ignore the dark circles under his eyes of course.]

What's the rush, pal? Y'got somewhere to be?

[And why's it matter so much what Sans does with his own free time, huh?]

Naps're very healthful, buddy. Might wanna look into it.

Celebrimbor's weight being off him, Curufin sits up too. Funny feeling. . . his son's weight is no burden to him, not even when Curufin's been flung to the ground! The space within his arms where his son was a few seconds ago now feels very empty.

"You have not harmed me," he replies, seeing that bowed head and reaching out to touch his son's hair, a gesture of blessing. "You only tried to stop me from being stupid, and that's not harm, that's love." He smiles. "Being tackled to the grass is not too great a price to pay, for something so precious."

And he takes his son's hand and rises. He does not even need to be told to keep his eyes on Celebrimbor, for it is hard to do otherwise when his son is present. His dear form holds his father's gaze, as the direction north holds the needle of a compass.

He follows until they reach the trees.

Edited 2016-12-21 11:29 (UTC)

Curufin smiles. "That I can understand. Sometimes one must sidestep. And I would be delighted to hear that story sometime." Oh yes, Curufin knows about evading the consequences of his actions -- and in the past, his father's actions.

And he is very pleased that Yukari has joined him today in this exciting destructive endeavor. He has enjoyed the company, and especially enjoyed meeting somebody who is this intelligent and interesting -- well, let's just say remarkable. Curufin knows a remarkable person when he meets one, even though that remarkable person is trying (successfully) to keep the limelight off himself.

"I don't know about the wonderful head on my shoulders. I suppose that depends entirely on how you view the result." In his own world, Curufin was recognized as clever, but his name was one of absolute infamy.

In the bar, he tosses his own outerwear onto his chair-back. He isn't much for cocktails; he generally likes his liquor straight. But instead of his usual whiskey, he orders vodka on the rocks. He sips and then meets that bright, pleasing smile with one of his own.

"In my own world, my father and brothers and I had to do our own mining, for gemstones and for metals and for the coal we used to fuel our forges. Also, we were stonemasons and builders, and we had a need to move parts of hills or of mountains in order to do our work. We developed explosives as a means of doing those things quickly and efficiently. And later, in that other Arda where I was re-sung into existence, I had a need to open a mountain pass that had long been closed by a dangerous rockslide. And then, I wanted to rebuild a ruined castle, which was in bad enough shape that I decided I'd need to demolish the old structure first. So I found the natural ingredients and made my own blasting powder. It wasn't as powerful as dynamite. I got lucky here at Hadriel. There are shops and old laboratories that nobody seems to have looted for their refined chemicals -- so I looted them myself."

He sips again, and then drains his glass and orders another. "You do know how to make a person feel admired and important, Yukari. I've been watching you do it, and admiring your skill." He grins.

Edited 2016-12-21 12:03 (UTC)

Curufin laughs. "I thought so," he agrees. "The fireworks were satisfactory. And as for the where, I scrounged the ingredients and assembled them into dynamite sticks at my own little facility."

He is too new to know that sometimes the gods may have something to do with certain resources showing up at certain times. Or that Rage would certainly recognize Curufin as one of her own.

"But I have not introduced myself. I am Curuifn Fëanorion. May I know your name? And also. . . if you'll pardon my asking. . . what sort of being are you?" Sans doesn't seem to fit any of the categories Curufin is already familiar with.

"Are you certain?" he glances up, unsure, "I do not like feeling such anger. I cannot say what I am capable of doing when under such an influence!" he turns his face against the hand with a small huff of air, "I do love you." and that love had broken through his rage towards the buildings.

Celebrimbor can feel the emotion trying to gain a footing within his chest, but he has set himself against far greater powers. Curufin's hand warmly clasped in his own is enough reason for him to stay on the path to the trees.

"I love you very much, Atto. I know you are worth more - and better - than senseless destruction." he reaches out with his free hand, touching the bark of a tree in relief, "See the birds? There is much living in this forest."

"What do you think's causing it then?" Rin leans in with his eyes widening in curiousity. "I mean, if something worse is happening, then we gotta help, right?"

Because he's not just the type to sit back and let things go to complete chaos. If something's going on, then innocent people are being messed with. That just doesn't fly in his book, y'know?

Edited 2016-12-21 13:34 (UTC)

"You are a Fëanorian, and who knows what we are capable of, when in the grip of anger? Only, Celebrimbor. . . you have no history of acting with savagery or even disregard for others, not even in the grip of anger. Something is different about you, and I am grateful for that difference."

And his eyes melt as he watches his son fight the rage of the gods. Successfully. "I think you are stronger than I am, yondo," he adds, softly and affectionately.

"And I think you are the first person. . . except maybe for your grandmother, and perhaps your Uncle Maglor. . . to tell me that I am better than my rage." And how can he even say how that makes him feel? -- to be valued like that is incredible. It breaks through the last of his god-induced anger.

"I see the trees, and the birds, in their living beauty. Do these things help you to stay strong? I have never known your secret."

Yukari mentally notes the Vodka, if only because it's in vast contrast to his own choice in drink. Curufin must appreciate the burn he feels as it goes down. A stereotypical trait found in the manliest of men. Or perhaps this is another Elf trait. Yukari himself can't stand that burn, and prefers to savour his drink as it sifts over his tongue. Flavour and elegance are everything in liquor, as far as he's concerned. But, knowing what Curufin likes makes it easier for bribes, if he should ever need it.

Not that he particularly thinks he will. Curufin seems to be relatively easy going, open, and honest. He'll just call this extra insurance if, for any reason, Curufin becomes hesitant in anything Yukari might ask for.

"You are quite the craftsman. In my world, I don't think anyone is so well-versed in their own skills. But then, none of them are two thousand years old, either." An undertone of a chuckle. "But such a skill does not seem relevant to age and time, although it certainly couldn't hurt, it sounds like you enjoy your skills greatly. That is something very... wonderful in itself. To have a passionate taste for what inspires you. I have engaged with many men before, looking for that very passion, and yours is almost indefinitely the strongest I have encountered."

And yet, he knows that this is only the tip of Curufin's iceberg, a scratch on the surface. The passion that lies underneath Curufin's exteriour can almost be considered limitless from where Yukari is able to see. It's almost as though the culmination of his life's journey is coming to fruition, being able to see a soul of such beauty and fascination. He demands to see more of it. But, all good things must be waited on. He'll be patient, for now.

For a brief glimmer, his smile falters ever so slightly at the indication of his skills to admire someone and make them feel important.

"Is that what I've been doing, now?" His smile curls up in a sly manner as he sets his drink on the table. "I only pursue things that interest me. Assuredly, if I found you to be anything other than fascinating, you would not feel regarded."

A slight confession on his part, but nonetheless the truth. If Curufin didn't catch his attention, he surely would have dropped it and maybe gotten shallow, visibly bored reactions at best.

But the part that both bothers and intrigues him is that Curufin has been observing him. Something he hadn't expected since he didn't try to pull any of the focus on himself. After all, learning this man inside and out had been his primary objective. To see the beauty inside him, the soul that makes him tick. Usually, those commonly flattered do not care to examine the source of flattery. But then, he had realised that Curufin is not your ordinary man. In fact, quite the farthest thing from it.

He mentally notes this, reassuring that he must keep his eye on this one.

[Firo frowns, still confused, but he releases Shadow's shoulder.]

And what's that mean? Just tell me straight-out.

Hm. Now there's a question. Firo hesitates a moment, then decides that people who aren't involved have no right to ask--even if he kind of invited them to do so.

"...I already told you that it's none of your business. Now get lost, kid."

"Oh yeah Lor. Good job smashing all the fucking windows. Now we can all freeze to death at night."

Fucking brilliant. Clearly he couldn't see the danger they were all in from eating only canned food. Botulism, and those that were 'safe' to eat probably had no nutrition in them whatsoever and tasted like piss.

Flick saw his chesnari's hair snapping at him, but right now, Lor would snap at anyone. Luckily for Lor, Flick's rage wasn't all consuming, he didn't have as much to draw on. It wasn't who he was. So, he stepped forward, ignoring the glare he got and pressed his lips to Lor's, sharing feelings of love, although it was tinged with irritation at the moment.

"I need that hammer."

( Whatever's going on doesn't seem to have touched Matt. He walks around pretty okay with everything. Or at least as okay as anyone will ever be about Hadriel. He certainly isn't smashing buildings or anything.

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? )

[Again, no matter how this turns out Chara will not regret starting it. It wasn't just the Rage at this point.

It was fun.]

That is snow problem. Easier to tally things up, yes? And yes, yellow is my color.

[A poisoned color, something says in the back of their mind but Chara ignores it. Grabbing another balloon out of their Inventory, Chara feints throwing it before their actual throw. Can't keep dodging.]

Rin scoffs.

"Like Hell I will, brat. If anyone should get lost, it's you!"

Enough of Firo's attitude. If you're big enough to fight a fish, you should be big enough to fight him, then.

"You want to pretend you're better than everyone else? Then try this!"

Rin swings his sword out wildly at Firo, aiming for his midsection.

[That one hits its mark. If he was really feelin' it he could scoot on outta the way but - c'mon, he's already an absolute mess. How much worse could it get, really?

Sans grins down at the new spattering of color extending in a wet patch over one shoulder, splashed across his shirt front and jacket sleeves.]

Would ya look at that? I'm blue now.

"Sans. Sans the skeleton."

He'd stick out the hand with a whoopee cushion nestled in the bony palm but...he really ain't feelin' the jokes at the moment. He's gotta hankering to make sure most of these buildings get stripped of their wholly unnecessary windows, first and foremost.

"I'm a monster," he says, shrugging his shoulders.

We'd better get it clean, then. I can bandage it for you too, if you want.

[He's not a doctor, but something like that is easy enough after helping out at the clinic for so long.]

Not extra busy. I just... well, I haven't been sleeping much.

[He seems a little annoyed to even admit that, but he entirely blames his annoyance on a need for sleep and nothing else. Who likes that kind of thing anyway?]

[The urge to say "That's my attack!" is on the tip of their tongue but Chara swallows it. They're really turning Sans into their own personal coloring book again.]

You are right, blue is your color. Have you thought of dying your bones the same?

[They're going to hold off on the balloons until the most opportune moment strikes. But Chara's expression is pretty easy to read right now, so it's probably obvious they have more.]

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