Aelwyn Abernant (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aelwyn_aberration) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-12 02:32 pm
aelwyn_aberration) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2022-04-12 02:32 pm
Entry tags:
Settle The Score | The Assassination of Fenix Down (Player Plot Open-Log)
Who: Aelwyn + Anyone Who Wants To Be Involved In This Assassination
When: April
Where: Around Gloucester, Springfield, the Circus, assorted other locations.
Summary: A murder is planned, executed, and staged. The details are yet to come.
Warnings: Discussions of murder, actual murder, blackmail, espionage, gaslighting, TBA.
[Several months ago, following the Circus' initial visit, Aelwyn was given permission to take down Fenix Down and his circus. Now, after more recent revelations about their unseen enemy, the plan has become a higher priority.
The plan is as follows. To ensure that this doesn't implicate ADI, a false cult will be created for this specific purpose. They'll keep the entity behind it vague, but one must be selected to ensure anyone paying enough attention would be able to identify it. They'll create conspiracy theories, fabricate old reports from decades ago to make it seem like this group is only recently being resurrected.
And then, with that done, they'll execute the plan itself. Staging the kidnapping and murder as if it was the act of that cult, and an extensive interrogation.
OOC Post here!]
When: April
Where: Around Gloucester, Springfield, the Circus, assorted other locations.
Summary: A murder is planned, executed, and staged. The details are yet to come.
Warnings: Discussions of murder, actual murder, blackmail, espionage, gaslighting, TBA.
[Several months ago, following the Circus' initial visit, Aelwyn was given permission to take down Fenix Down and his circus. Now, after more recent revelations about their unseen enemy, the plan has become a higher priority.
The plan is as follows. To ensure that this doesn't implicate ADI, a false cult will be created for this specific purpose. They'll keep the entity behind it vague, but one must be selected to ensure anyone paying enough attention would be able to identify it. They'll create conspiracy theories, fabricate old reports from decades ago to make it seem like this group is only recently being resurrected.
And then, with that done, they'll execute the plan itself. Staging the kidnapping and murder as if it was the act of that cult, and an extensive interrogation.
OOC Post here!]
no subject
"He's an artist. His name is in the museums here. Something to do with abstract art." Which he had only taken note of for how he wished he could share it with Fig, what the halfling wouldn't give to know abstract art like hers was appreciated elsewhere. For now, he puts the thought back out of his mind and lowers the blade he'd been keeping ready.
no subject
no subject
"Right...some artifacts are more important than others...what's your mirror do that makes it better?"
no subject
no subject
He pauses, head tilting as though he could look Fenix over to take him in better when all he has is a deft ear. "You are being awfully friendly while tied to a chair talking with a man holding a knife."
no subject
"If you're gonna go out, do it in style, right? Not with that little knife you got. That's just boring. Show me what you can really do, my boy."
cw: self harm, blood
Better on the stomach than screaming and crying, he supposes.
Yet it occurs to him there might be people watching this, ADI or people who might take unkindly to Garner's intentions, so he crouches down in front of Fenix, his arm tucked close to his stomach as his blade finds the edge of the fresh cut there.
"Are there any other names you'd like to give me? Anyone else whose crossed your path? You seem affable, despite it all, but I imagine there might be those you quarreled with. Other avatars who stepped on your toes...perhaps you'd like to give me their names."
Carefully, slowly, he digs the knife into his arm and pulls it along the wound, ensuring the blood it would pick up coated the tip and edge the most. There's a new spring of power, not deep but enough, from his recent entanglement with Roderick, and he pulls on that now to cause the blade of his knife to frost with icy chill.
cw: sadism/masochism, self-harm
"Here's the deal: You cut off one of your fingers, and I'll give you three names to run with, kid. I don't care which one. Just make sure you can live without it."
cw: torture
"You seem like a business man...so don't mind if I haggle a bit." He shifts so his knee braces on the floor and he raises the knife, the air steaming around the chill in the metal.
"I'll stop when you have a name." Cool as the ice on his blade, Garner shifts the knife in his hold to cut into Fenix's leg, horizontally, just above the knee. Not especially deep, but about two inches in length, partially just to test.
cw: torture, masochism, vaguely nsfw
cw: torture, kneecap injury
He doesn't drive the blade into Fenix' thigh, but instead moves down to his bent knee and digs the frozen blade directly into where he expects the kneecap to rest.
cw: torture, kneecap injury, masochism is going to continue for this thread
cw: torture for the forceeable future, kneecap injury
Slowly, he pulls the knife back out, moving it ever so slightly back and forth as he does.
cw: warnings continue
"Or do you want one name?"
no subject
"I am part of no cult." Not one he'd know of, a whisper offers and he hates that he can't tell if it's his own mind or planted.
"Names, Fenix. I won't cut off my fingers, but perhaps yours will do."
no subject
cw: brief reference to voluntary eye injury
Garner gasps and his leg buckles, causing the blade to just bite at the surface of skin, but not cut in as he shifts.
His free hand grabs for his knee, checking for the weapon he expects to find only to find empty air. "So...is that it? You want respectful conversation? Or did I hit a nerve?"
cw: sadism/masochism, self-harm
cw: torture bordering on cruelty, featuring fingers
"No. See, there's a break down in our communication here: I want the names-" He shifts again to keep his weight distributed despite the lingering burn in his knee. "But I don't need them. They aren't why I'm here."
He moves quick and efficient, his knife digging through the last three fingers on Fenix's hand without stopping. With no bone to find the joints of, he pushes until his blade stops meeting resistance.
cw: torture bordering on cruelty, featuring fingers
Cw: blood
“No bones, no blood..and I assume no organs. Do you run only on spite, golem?”
no subject
no subject
It's waxy and wrong and warm and he winces as he lifts it to put it in Fenix's lap. "Well?"
no subject
Every injury Garner has inflicted on Fenix flares again in Garner's body. Bright and sustained for nearly half a minute.
no subject
Tactical retreat. He got something and while he didn't doubt he could do some real damage with his blood maledict and his glaive, that wasn't his role.
When his breathing is even enough to have him back on his feet again, the icy aura fades from Garner's knife as he pockets it. "Thank you. A pleasure talking with you, but I suspect there are others who have more claim to your life than I."