October catch all (Open)

[heraldsdawn]

Who: Senren Lavellan (heraldsdawn) & others
What: Sen is on the hunt for conspirators with friends and not dealing with his feelings
When: Throughout October
Where: Anywhere
Warning(s): Violence and language but that's about it



The Hunt
[ The event in the morning definitely did shake him a bit. The bomb hadn't killed anyone but the effect was more insidious than that. Sickness. A slow death. The act was so abhorrent, and just evil. If this was some kind of act of war this was a dirty way of going about it.

So, Sen is on the hunt, tracking down any of the associates of this Shady man and bringing them in. Killing them would serve no real purpose. They were more useful to them alive than dead.

He's currently in alleyway looking at the scraps of information he's managed to find so far. Perhaps with companions, perhaps by himself. Regardless, he's laying it out on a crate and looking it over. His hand rests against his chin as he thinks deeply on the facts ]

Hm...We at least know where the explosion happened. Any of the culprits could've been nearby at least to see who they got. If anything they would want to know that their poison took effect.

[He's just muttering all of this to himself. Clearly trying to keep his mind on catching these people instead of everything else.]

The Chase

[ Now, really, he had hoped they would come quietly.

Clearly, that's being optimistic when they're throwing large objects like crates, the large metal milk jugs and even whole carts at you. He's sprinting along behind the culprit weaving and ducking when he can when objects go flying towards him. It's only when he gets to a particularly dead end street that the culprit takes his chance to dive into an abandoned house.

Sen all but skids to a stop in front of the open door, a gritted look of quiet fury on his face. Going in alone would likely be a death trap, but he probably got lucky when someone decided to come along when they saw everything happen.

Sen looks to his new companion, staff gripped in his hand tightly. If this was a time to back out now it would be now, so; ]

You don't need to come in. If you want to leave now I won't blame you.

Relief effort
[ Chasing after war criminals and the like... definitely it's exhausting. Still, he couldn't rest now even though his body was telling him to rest. He knew he wouldn't be of much help finding a cure in his current state but neither would he let his body rule him right now. With so many people getting sick some families were having trouble making ends meet or even getting food.

He's making his own rounds, dropping off boxes filled with groceries with a weak smile to the families that open up. He offers them a kind word and a reassurance that the Violet sickness would be fixed soon before leaving.

However, on his rounds he seems to be carrying a little too much when he finally drops everything he was carrying. There's just a long, low sigh as he just starts rounding it all up. Though perhaps its there when someone comes across his mess of groceries strewn across the ground. Maybe help? Or stomp on an apple? Who knows. ]

Downtime
[ It's about time his body gives out from how tired he is that he can be found just sleeping on a bench in the street. His arms are splayed out across the back of the bench, his head leaned backwards as he snoozes. He's thankfully avoided getting sick but perhaps this isn't the best place to be sleeping right now. Maybe wake him before somebody decides to rob him of his shoes? ]

Wild card
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Comments

chase with a twist

[deathproofs]

( in life, there were many things gabriel reyes got mad about. microwave burritos, losing a subordinate to a stupid mistake, politics, just to name a few. in death, nothing makes him madder than the fact he lives in constant agony, and no one cares that him being like this isn't his choice. 'living', if it can be called that, like this is a special hell on its own. he'd have rather stayed dead than deal with a constant regeneration of himself. yea, he can get by on draining plants for sustainable life. animals if he needs more. but people . . . people help him last longer. now that he's got the chance in this free for all manhunt, reaper is taking it and not looking back.

it's why he's chasing some poor schmuck down through alleys and back streets. like a cat chasing a mouse. playing with his food before he eats it. it's hardly a mercy to let them think they'll live, but reaper has to get his fun somewhere. he gets them cornered in an empty shop. and, reaper will give the guy credit. he fights back like it's worth a damn, but thinks sticking to shadows is going to save him.

it doesn't. it all happens in a flash -- there's company here and reaper isn't letting his game fall to another. reaper transports behind him in a shadow, then consumes him in a swirling black cloud. there's no scream, there's almost no noise at all. one second signs of life are there, the next they aren't. life force drained, the empty, dry body drops like dead weight to the floor. it's ashy in color, but otherwise no curious markings or anything to lend evidence to actual cause of death. reaper solidifies behind it a second later. he doesn't like doing this, but he has to. that's three down, now. this should keep him going for a while. he looks up with his head tilted to the side. though it can't be seen, there is a sick grin on his mouth. )

Did you need something?

The Hunt!

[tummyflowers]

[Richard claps a hand on Lavellan's shoulder, completely without warning. He was listening because his own detecting was getting him nowhere.]

Good man! Elf. Whatever. If they were here, we know exactly what they would look like as well. Which should make catching them all too easy.

[Richard presents a sketch he made of what he thinks the culprit looks like.. After all, they wouldn't risk being contaminated!]

The Hunt

[ruffboi]

[Magnus is standing behind Lavellan, trying to peer over him and make sense of his notes. He wants to be helpful, even if he's also fine with it if Lavellan does all the work and he just gets to fight somebody.]

If these assholes are still in the city, they might attack again. We have to figure this out faster.

chase.

[quevalry]

[ What caught Lena's attention is that it's Sen running after someone. As part of the Royal Guard, she can't let that go and she zips away too quickly catch up to him. There's only one reason he would be chasing someone -- okay, maybe two or three, but she has a feeling that she knows what it is about. ]

You think you can steal all the fun? Nah, I'll come in. [ She walks up beside Sen and flashes him a grin. ]

The Hunt!

[moneytwin]

[ It's bad enough that someone thought to target innocent people in the market, that there amongst the refugees marked as culpable for the crimes of others, but now people are getting sick, too. But no, it had to get worse, didn't it? Now there's talk of fevers and colds, there's a spreading illness since that attack.

Percival is sick. Refusing to rest, of course, and under Pike's care, but still sick. Vex would likely have offered her aid anyway, but then those fucks responsible made it personal.

So now Vex'ahlia is here, looking over the details that Senren has laid out, and pulls a map she'd bought of the city from her side pouch. It's a tourist map, yes, but in some ways that's extra helpful - all sorts of 'MUST SEE' locations are marked, and might lend them a clue. ..right? ]

They've likely been observing for some time. Deliberately releasing whatever that poison was in the air when the market was at the height of its busy period. It's a good thing it wasn't a festival day..

Downtime

[getoutofmytemple]

[At first he had not thought much of the impairments to his wellbeing. In truth he did not know what to make of it. Illness was something he had only heard about, but never encountered first hand. What he had encountered firsthand was poisoning.

Which was exactly what he thought he was victim of.

He had been poisoned, and unless this was the most incompetent assassin in the city, he was convinced there was nothing but the sweet embrace of death awaiting him. He had been searching for the source of his ailment around the city- quickly dismissing the attack he had been nowhere near. That was when he saw the younger elf passed out on a bench like a vagrant. He may not be Elvhen, but he was closer kin to him than most others in the city, and he would rather that the Dalish child not fall prey to what had befallen him.

So he grasps Senren's shoulder and gives him a few firm shakes to rouse him.]

Da'len, get up. This is not a place for slumbering.

a little of the hunt + wildcard

[decisions]

[ percy won't stand being fussed over in bed, which is why he's out here attempting to do what he can to gather information and assist in helping catch whoever set off that godsdamned bomb in the center of the market. dues need to be paid and all of that, and what's a little cough? he's a trooper, though one wouldn't take him for it, but he's dealt with worse than a little rattle in his chest!

at least that's what he keeps telling himself as lavellan looks over the findings at hand. percy had been attempting to snoop around prior, listening in on conversations where he could, but it'd been difficult with people giving him such a wide... berth. so accompanying lavellan is the next course of action. two sets of eyes and all that.

or at least, he'd hoped? he leans heavily against an adjacent crate, squinting even through his glasses at the bits and bobs of evidence. he turns the collar of his coat up a bit more and mutters. ] Might still be spying on us to see just how much further it's progressed no doubt... could be worth your time to look into areas that are dense with the sick. [ a beat. just one. to collect his breath. ] Though carefully, perhaps...