hadriel_logs | 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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"Oh, yes, haha." The laugh is completely feigned even though his voice is still edged in amusement. It's just not the puns that are amusing him.

This skeleton is better than he thought. It's both amusing and frustrating as he gets forced to the ground. He gives a low chuckle. Very well, then. He has a few tricks up his sleeve himself.

Without blinking, he redirects his energy outward, sending a rather large blast of electricity in all directions of himself, in the hopes of knocking Sans off his feet. The skeleton seems hesitant to fight back and this stopped being about sleep ages ago. He plans to use his full power to get the upper hand, if necessary.

All right, well the blue magic keeps him grounded, but that sure as hell didn't disable his opponent utterly. A bright blaze of electricity spritzes across his vision, and he cuts himself out of the vicinity entirely until he's just outta the radius of the blast.

There's a few beads of sweat rollin' down his skull, but he shoots off several blue bones in the guy's direction, chock-full of a pink burn of KARMA. If he moves through 'em, they'll hurt with a slow, steady creep of a moral toxicity. If he holds still, he won't feel a thing.

"You ever hear the one about the guy who got arrested for sleepin' on the job?"

Hmph. These bones mean nothing to him, as far as he's concerned. He gets himself up and moves right on through them.

"Getting desperate enough to throw yourself at me?"

A chuckle as he doesn't even seem to wince. Inwardly, sure, he feels a stinging. But outwardly, he moves as if phased by nothing. He'll just have to deal with that pesky pain later.

"No, I haven't. Won't you tell me?"

He calmly steps toward Sans, still with a smile as he readies his sword again.

That old 1 damage rears its ugly head. It'll sap away his HP slow-like, and he might no notice for a while yet, but that ain't important. It'll tear him down by the second the longer he moves. Either way, Sans ain't real interested in lettin' this guy spear him on his sword, no matter how pleasant he acts while he lets it happen.

He winks.

"He got fired from his dream job."

His left hand whips outta his pocket as he abruptly switches the guy's personal gravity, sending him right for a wall of the nearest building.

That's his floor now. If he hits it with enough of an impact, it'll take him right on through the wall.

Hey, that pun was almost great! ~~Actually, I laughed so hard my boss gave me weird looks. Well done!~~ But, it appears Yukari won't get much of a chance to laugh at it as he suddenly seems to be flying, no.... falling? Toward a wall.

Well, shit, now he's in trouble. Rapidly, he tries to use his Colourless Aura to try and counteract the sudden force of gravity. It doesn't manage to slow him down enough to keep him from crashing through the wall, but it does give him enough of a cushion that he doesn't get seriously hurt from the impact. Whew, that was a close one.

He rubs his head as he sits up in the rubble. This guy is way stronger than he thought. And, it looks like he's finally gotten serious.

"Very well, then." A contented sigh escapes his lips as he stands back up, wobbling slightly to steady himself. He sheathes his sword and holds his hands up in mock surrender as he reemerges from the battered building.

"Alright, Sans-chan, I give up. You win." A cool smile on his face. "Very impressive."

Thank god. But he ain't about to trust that this ain't just another trick. Heck, he's pulled that one more than a few times. The old MERCY ploy. He ain't gonna fall for his own ruse here.

Sans shoves his hand back in his pocket, regarding the guy in question tiredly.

"It's rude to start a FIGHT when you don't even know someone's name," he says, his tone level. And that probably lands up there on the top ten of List of Most Hypocritical Things Sans Has Said, but he's too exhausted to care. "I already gave you mine. How 'bout you return the favor?

Nope, Yukari has checked out of battle mode. You'll live to die another day, Sans. Yukari sets his hands carefully back down at his sides, setting one of them delicately on his hip.

Well... Sans' advice, hypocritical as it may be, falls on deaf ears. Yukari fights people without knowing their name all the time. That's the processes of war for you. This little skeleton's opinion doesn't change that. Still, he was asked a question, and he has no reason to comply right now.

"Yukari Mishakuji. Pleasure to meet you."

And by pleasure, Yukari means Sans' fighting skills. It's not often he meets someone stronger than himself. Watching Sans' show his passion to live, it was truly the kind of beauty he seeks.

"Really can't say the same to you."

Blunt and impolite? Sure. But he's got a much, uh, shorter fuse than is typical today, and he finds he don't really care much what Yukari's gotta say to him, or what his opinion might be.

Point is, he's tired. And usin' that much magic ain't helped. He looks at Yukari, pointedly. "You feel much like clearin' off so I can get some sleep?"

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.

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.

Event Log: Why Do You Have To Be Mad?

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