Settle The Score | The Assassination of Fenix Down (Player Plot Open-Log)

[aelwyn_aberration]

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.

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[whisperedone]

The burning sensation dies down when he hears her hit Roderick and the resulting thump of him falling. It gives him enough time to shake out that shoulder and feel how the skin is still warm and pulls, but still has motion. More than enough to start and arcing path for his glaive -one that jolts and misses for the sound of shattering glass and smell of burning.

She curses and he's instinct is to go check on her, but they can't. They're still hunting, he has to keep focus. Garner grits his teeth and takes a second swing for the man, but what solid form his blade catches -ice crackling across him in the aftermath- is nothing compared to the scream Roderick gives.

Garner shouts and jerks back to over his ears, glaive falling heavy to the ground, but for a moment, he can't hear anything but the ringing left behind. And if he can't hear, he can't see, can't even tell if Yelena was caught in the screech as well, it hadn't felt aimed at him, but his head swam too much to be sure.

[musicdied]

The shriek is almost more a physical blow than a sound. It's like an icepick through her temples, all sharp pain and radiating numbness, and pressure like she's dived too far, too fast into deep water.

Her vision greys out, shadows flooding inward from around the edges. One moment, she's fighting with the clip holding the burning canisters, and the next she's curled half-fetal on the ground, the hands she'd clapped over her ears without any conscious direction damp and faintly sticky.

She struggles to orient herself in a world gone strangely silent, vision dimming again as she turns her head, turning both friend and foe into a nauseating blur.

[whisperedone]

Everything's muffled but he can smell burning and scent like candles and if he moves quick, maybe he can still catch where Roderick is.

And hope he doesn't hit his partner, assuming she's not down already.

His glaive is lost to him for now, but there's a hunting knife at his hip that he draws and swipes where he last knew their target to be. The first swipe misses, but the next seems to cut through something and that's enough. He brings the blade quickly back to himself to slide it over the throbbing wound he'd left before, ice coating where the blood sits once more.

That burning sensation from before drives bright across his hip, but it gives him renewed direction to lunge, blade burying deep into something solid. It isn't too hard to twist and rip from there as the sound of male shouts becomes the first thing to come back to his hearing.