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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[ushahin]

Ushahin laughs, a sound that is high-pitched and full of amusement bred of insanity. He sees now why this one has been brought to him. It was the legacy of being one of the Three of Satoris. Always, he was drawn towards those in whom madness resided. His madlings, they had been called in his own world. Here it was no different.

"I have seen your kind before. You'd burn the length and breadth of sky if it would make your beloved happy. If you don't understand that is madness incarnate, you are more foolish than I first thought. Yes, you are one of mine." He grins, a sharp-toothed feral expression, more like a wolf than a man.

[pyralisit]

His? Cal is his? The anger rises again and that certainly doesn't help the clarity of his mind. He didn't belong to anyone, least of all another madman. He clenches his fists at his sides and drops his voice back to level. At least he can make an attempt.

"Gladly and without reservation. I have been mad for a long time. That is hardly a secret. If I've been broken, so be it. At least it leaves me with sharp edges."

[ushahin]

The angrier Cal gets, the more amused Ushahin becomes. He's constantly seeking out mad ones in Hadriel, wishing to get inside their minds, and see what makes them up. There is nothing so interesting to the half-man as madness. This is never a good thing for the person involved.

Ushahin hides his amusement, looking grave as he shakes his head. "I would be careful, pretty one. When one is full of sharp edges, they tend to cut everyone around them. Even the ones you love. What will you do, I wonder, when you hurt him, intentionally or not?"

[pyralisit]

He almost can't help it--whether that's the place and all of its anger lately, or his own wildfire he doesn't know nor does he believe it particularly matters. Whichever it is, it's working him up--which probably means it's working. Damn him for baiting, and damn himself for falling for it.

He clenches his jaw and glares for a moment, taking a deep breath--again--and counting to ten. He's never cared whether anyone or anyhar saw him angry, but if he's being goaded this way, he'll at least make an effort not to look like it--regardless of whether it's already too late.

"Die, if I must to make it right. Are you finished? I need to find him."

[ushahin]

Ushahin notes the signs of anger with nothing short of amusement on his own face, an easy sort of smirk that highlights the shattered bits of his bones. It's far too easy with this one, goading and prodding him exactly where Ushahin wants him to be. He wonders what Pell must see in the hara. Opposites attract, he supposes.

"I am done. Go find your paramour, Cal." Then, in his mind, voice ancient and powerful, he adds on: We shall meet again. It was an inevitability when Ushahin was interested in someone.

[pyralisit]

Cal desperately wanted to fling that voice in his head right back, make a dagger out of his own and throw it, but he managed not to. He did continue glaring for a moment while he tried not to grind his teeth together. After a moment when he felt like he was less likely to bite his own tongue he answered out loud.

"Yes, I'm sure you will." He would try very hard to make sure that wasn't the case. "Until then."