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's probably hard to tell in this cave, where horrible things show up on a regular basis. It could very well be some invisible enemy. Perhaps it even seems that way at first, as Kain dodges and leaps and spins around as if avoiding an enemy. To him it does seem real, though, the manikin as solid as anything else. Though there's this weirdness to it at the same time... everything just feels so off-balance somehow.]

[When a voice calls his name, Kain looks around, the manikin starting to get all blurry and weird in his vision.]

What? [He recognizes her and it takes a moment for his sleep-deprived brain to bring up a name. The painter. That's his first thought.] Sharon!? ...Stay back! [Now that's really freaky though... the manikin is starting to just kind of... lose it shape. Kain keeps on targeting it, but the thing is falling apart before his eyes.]

[ It has to be some invisible monster and Sharon abandons her paintbrush, leaving it to the cave floor in favor of pulling a dagger from the sheath on her thigh. She may not be able to see whatever this beast is but even in her exhaustion she's not about to be defenseless. ]

What the fuck are you seeing?! [ A little breatheless. ]

A dangerous foe! They're called manikins, and they- watch out!

[The manikin is still losing shape, a grotesque sight by now... but it's still on the attack. Kain shouts, jumping high into the air... to come soaring downward to stab at the emptiness below. Maybe this is not quite how he'd have expected showing off his dragoon powers...]

[When he lands, he looks around, trying to find the enemy, who's just completely disappeared. Kain looks in all directions, wary and suspicious.]

[ She's not certain where to move, unable to see the imaginary creature, but she keeps her gaze on Kain and judges as best she can, keeping close to the wall of the building she'd been painting. She watches him jump into the air, so high she wonders if he's hit the rock ceiling, before he comes crashing back down, stabbing into the pebbled rocky earth.

Her grip on her knife remains tight and she watches him with concern. ]

...Is it gone? [ Are they safe? ]

It... it's...

[Kain pulls his lance out from where he'd embedded it in the ground, holding it in hand as he glances warily around the area. Nothing. He's wary, because the whole thing had felt... wrong somehow. It's hard to process it all, his thoughts are a bit sluggish at the moment. He yawns, then glances over at Sharon.]

Yes. I'd say it's gone. I'm not even sure how it appeared here... that entire fight felt... strange, somehow.

It's the gods. [ She informs him, almost certain of it. People are dealing with a lot of anger towards the most inane of things, perhaps hallucinations or illusions are the next iteration of this event? The thought almost makes her woozy, and she leans against the wall. ]

If you ever have any doubts, it's always the gods.

[It's troubling, seeing things that aren't there, but the hallucinations have only been a recent development. He yawns, frustrated about the whole situation.]

Of course they're to blame... that would figure. I can't believe such a thing would happen... especially after I've take such strong measures to avoid sleep.

[What, him? Failing to see the correlation? No, never.]

[ His rage is directed at the same thing she is, and she frowns. How long does it take for a person to start experiencing hallucinations? It's not like it's something she has to worry about because sleep is overrated and she totally doesn't need it. ]

When in doubt. [ She replies, punctuating her words with a yawn. Fuck man. ] And the sleep thing? That's the gods, too. It's always the fucking gods.

[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.

[ 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. ]

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.

Yeah, well, you need to accept that quickly because not everyone here wants to fight against them. Some people don't even mind them or here. [ She slams the side of a curled fist into the wall she leans against and the sound echoes harshly. ] And then there's just the fact that they're more powerful than us.

We're divided and weak. [ And she's not strong enough to kill them on her own, not yet. But one day. Her power will grow, she will help it, and then she'll find a way to kill them all. Even if it means bringing the cave ceiling down on everyone.

Or maybe that's the lack of sleep talking. She pauses a moment too long, eyes closed. Fuck, she needs sleep but that's not happening anytime soon. ] And if you ever want to know what they're doing to us, just message one of them; I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you or point you in the right direction of who can.

More powerful, sure, but I've fought plenty of all powerful beings before... even a god. [Though he'd never lived long enough to see Chaos defeated, they were still making progress anyway. Kain does understand that the whole being divided thing won't make this easy, though. The Warriors of Cosmos had all been called by her, so they were united in one purpose. Here, their purpose is much less clear.] It sounds as if we need to band together better. We won't survive for long if we remain so weak.

Hm. Well. I'll have to keep that in mind. It seems that it'd be worth trying to contact one of them someday. I'd like to hear from them... [He yawns again. Man do his eyes hurt. But he has to keep it together! Sleep is the enemy!]

It'd be different if we were up against a single god, but the longer we're here, the more Hope brings back. I doubt even banding together would make a difference at this point, even with them divided. [ And she won't band together with certain people now as it is. She petty. ]

And we'll survive because they want us and need us to. It doesn't matter what you or I do, how much we fight, or challenge, or play the optimist, we're only here because they need us for our emotions. We live and breathe for them. [ Sharon is basically the opposite of Hope at this point in her life. ] Until they're dead or we're gone.

That's... troubling. Fighting one god is difficult enough, but several at once... [Kain sighs. Chaos had been near impossible to contend with, and he technically hadn't even seen him be defeated. It may not even be possible to defeat a god, he's not sure.]

[Kain stifles a yawn, trying to keep himself focused on what she's saying.] It all sounds so hopeless, when you put it that way. And perhaps it is. They have too much control. It doesn't stop me from wanting to stab them all, but... that's... probably not going to happen anytime soon.

[ 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.

Of course... it would be unwise to...

[Yaaaaaaawwwwwn. Sorry about that, give him a moment. Mmm, his mind is all foggy, all of his thoughts moving so sluggishly. He tries again.]

Unwise. What was I saying? Ah, does it matter? These gods clearly have the upper hand for now. Unfortunately for us.

You aren't feeling tired, are you? [ The word is said with some venom to it along with a narrow of her blue eyes. Sleep is the enemy. ]

Wha- No! No, of course not. How could I ever give in to such a reprehensible thing?

[He eyes her closely in return.]

And you, you're managing to keep yourself from falling prey to it?

I don't think I have. [ She has been, though they've been short naps that she doesn't even realize she's doing them. She's even fallen asleep on her feet once, but that ended with her on the ground, confused as to how she'd gotten there. ]

I just keep myself busy and remind myself that this isn't how I always really feel.

I'm glad to talk to someone else who has some sense about this matter. Most of these people are giving in to that atrocious activity and... actually sleeping.

[He looks so disgusted by the very thought. There's another yawn, and he fights to hold his eyes open, keeping them nice and wide.]

Staying active is a good idea to combat this feeling.

It's the best way to combat just about anything. [ Thoughts. Feelings. Sleep. As long as you keep moving, none of it can catch up with you.

If only that were true. Her nose wrinkles. ] But it feels a little like being tortured.

[ Can't sleep. It's become a physical pain, a need that runs so deep that she wants to crawl out of her own skin; peel back her eyelids so that they may never flutter and she may never dream. She knows these are all thoughts generated by their current situation but they never cease to be startling or disgusting or heartstopping as realization settles just how much you need what you hate. She digs her nails into one of her palms until they pierce the skin, a moment of relief from one type of pain to deal with another. ]

I doubt we have much longer to go. Just have to get through it.

Right... right, of course. We've made it this far, we can prevail.

[Though Kain can agree with that whole torturous notion completely. It feels horrible. His thoughts are so sluggish, his whole body feels that way... his eyes are dry and red, and overall, he's not in such great shape. But sleep is the enemy, one he intends to defeat.]

We have the strength to beat this. We must not give in, whatever may happen.

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