The Arena Riots ( open, gamewide )

[civilobedience]

Who: The Militia, the city, and you.
What: The Arena Riots.
Where: The Arena, Griss Twist.
When: Newdi, Eliaderen 1. (Monday Oct 1st)
Notes: Companion post for questions and plotting is here.
Warnings: Violence, police brutality, disturbing content and imagery, graphic death.

It's apparent even before dawn that something out of the ordinary is happening. Canton sheriffs are roused from their sleep or pulled away from their work to be told that on no uncertain terms, today will be a day that they do not leave their neat lines on the map. That their individual offices will be responsible for all crime and unrest within their jurisdictions, with no help; the powers that be offer no details, but the creeping feeling in their presence suggests no questions would be tolerated anyway – the implication that they'll all be watched is a strong one. In Mog Hill, Sheriff Norrington proceeds as he always does under such orders. In Mafaton, leadership is stoic but one deputy laughs, sharp and bitter, while the Emissary of the Council merely checks his watch, unseen underground. Sir Hellsing is pulled away from her dinner in the Guild Hall, a Sobek Croix deputy anxiously relaying the news. The sound of shattered glass disturbs the pre-dawn silence in Flyside, a brick hurled by some faceless figure into the front window of Thames – and nothing else.

From the Spire, hooded Militiamen move quietly and uniformly south, to Griss Twist. They are followed by wagons, full of prisoners.

Comments

[agrat]

"I need a human heart," she says, "and I need it brought to me."

The ritualistic aspects of this require it be someone else's work, not her own. Magic is particular that way, sometimes, at least when dealing with human body parts. Other pieces work, too, but the heart is--powerful. The most potent, in her opinion, at least for what she wants to accomplish.

"Do you feel like being a good Samaritan?"

[deservesadaisy]

He grins, wolfish and inhuman. "What is life but an opportunity to be find to one's fellow creatures?" ...Ivan. He says, "I can think of worse to be owed a favor by a friend of Ilde's. Where will I find you?"

As presumably, he's not going to hang about the riots with a human heart in hand. That's a bit harder to explain than being blood-spattered.

[agrat]

As far as reactions go, that one would probably unnerve most normal people. Lea doesn't take a lot of pleasure in carnage, as noted, but it isn't anything that really takes her aback without a lot of effort involved.

She steps forward and speaks into his ear, hand on his bloodied shirt in a bizarrely companionable kind of way (like she's giving him directions to a house party, not a safe house), and then moves backwards, eyebrows raised.

"Don't use CiDs."

Then she steps backward into the rioting crowd.