hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Off my chest

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Intro Log: Off my chest

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.

Welcome to your first day in Hadriel! Enjoy your surroundings, meet your fellow travelers, and be sure to start exploring so you can collect as much loot as possible!

On the ground around you may notice bang snaps, scattered haphazardly. Try not to step on any of them, or you might burn your feet! Feel free to gather them up and use these baby fireworks however you see fit; there are dozens strewn about on the ground. Popping them will emit clouds of smoke of various colors, and... well, not much else.

Is there anything else lurking around? Glad you asked! If you look around, you may find a few innocent-looking treasure chests. Which you know, normally means free loot- except, in Hadriel, nothing is quite the way it's advertised of course and the chests are actually dangerous mimics. Mimics- often disguised as treasure chests- are monsters with surprisingly quick movements and gaping maws filled with teeth. They exist to try and fool an unlucky traveler into thinking they've gotten something good... only to lunge at them in their moment of triumph and prove that life is actually terrible and nothing comes for free.

Good luck!

Once you've managed your daring escape from the colosseum, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers April 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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[Even Tyki wasn't stupid enough to touch something laying out in the open even if his curiosity was itching at him to see what was inside. He had been waiting patiently for someone else to open a box first at least not to expose himself completely at what he was capable of. This city had inhabitants with powers and he felt a little more relaxed at using his own even if a true gambler didn't let all his cards show on the table just yet. The streets were more crowded today with the fresh set of new arrivals. It wouldn't hurt to lose one or two.

He's a stalker at best and a lazy one at that. When Jack seems to fail at actually bothering to open one he moves on. Well, that is until he gets in his way with that odd smile and sharp looks. His own eyes are filled with mischevious intentions and while he's not wearing his usual top hat today his long noble's coat hugs him tightly enough where he definitely reeks of money. If only it meant anything here or this place had bothered to send him with any. People could be bought.]

Depends on the service, pal.

Okay, when you word it like that, the fact that I'm asking for services in an alleyway is lookin' real weird right about now.

[ at least he's seemed to catch the attention of someone reputable, if the clothes are anything to go by. rich people, for the most part and certainly excluding Jack, are typically suckers. he can work with suckers. the biggest shit-eating grin persists as he continues closing the distance between them, and it's not like before he's just a foot or two away. ]

We're gonna keep pushing boundaries when I say you should follow me further back and away from the eyes of others so you can help me get something nice 'n big opened up. [ his eyebrows are seen waggling, and then his face turns deathly serious. ] It's pretty, uh, pent up, na'mean? Like it's ready to blow.

[ give it a second. give it another. and another... ]

Paaahahaha, sorry, the innuendo was just begging to be called upon. But seriously, gonna need you to follow me and pronto, 'mmkay?

[It takes a lot not to up his guard or roll back onto his heels and he'll remain stationary on the spot as the other man O so confidently walked up to him with a stride that gave several arguments as to why he shouldn't just give himself more space.

It also takes a lot for him not to just cut what the other was saying in half and throw back his own special brand of innuendos. It doesn't stop a curved smile from filtering onto his face slowly.] Oho, if you're that desperate how can I say no~?

[Though at delicate brow is lifting rather high at his sudden laughter and that smile turns into a jerked grin.] Very well, I'll bite.

Oh. Oh. I see we're going to continue playing with word choice here. I like your style, pal. Sorta. It's also kinda weird when it's two-sided.

[ he doesn't really consider himself desperate, per se, but he has at least hooked someone into actually helping him out to an extent. getting this guy to the chest is one thing. weaseling enough alleyway porno terms into their conversation in order to convince him to open it is another. Jack's talented, but he's not capable of performing miracles. not always, anyway. just every other day. ]

Well, you toothy sonuvabitch, let's see you flex those muscles for me! The muscles you clearly got hiding under that extravagant coat of yours. Is that made out of chinchilla? Has got to be chinchilla.

[ a singular finger is pointed at the innocent looking chest. the very same one that Tyki knows he's been messing with. Jack goes from looking between the two for several seconds, that digit still outstretched. there's practically a plethora of ???'s hovering over his head right now. ]

Use to simple flattery and swooning, hmm? So am I. You'll rarely get such response unless one finds a street walker or a girl at a bar.

[He's amusing himself by still running his mouth and he'll consider lighting up a cigarette but will decide otherwise. If the man's delicate nose was bothered he would miss an ample opportunity to address him further. Tyki on the other hand had a silver tongue in both a charming and a destructive manner depending on who he was talking to.]

And you don't? [He'll smirk and let a finger trail down his coat.] Silk, my good man.

[Though he's going to further tease by squatting down near the chest and letting his coat frocks touch the ground. He'll give it a mild poke but he won't go and open it just yet.] So, what's the trick?

Nah, nah, I actually like when people come up with convoluted ways to show their love and devotion to me. It's flattering when they put so much thought into it. Don't get me wrong, though. Simple works too. Just... just not as good.

[ he has waaaay too much time on his hands. or, at the very least, oxygen in his lungs in order to be talking that much. apparently he's savoring life now that he's back in the physical form and is making sure everyone else around him savors it just as well.

but this guy. this guy talks almost as much as him. almost. unlike him (and also in his twisted opinion), a lot of it is pointless drivel, and he's almost positive that he thinks Jack is actually hitting on him. he seems cool, though, in that "i'm also a villain but i deny it vehemently" kind of way. ]

Well, I was hoping you'd be so kind as to play quality control for me! Just... open the chest, inspect the goods and lemme know if everything works out. I'll be right here watching. Maybe ready to give first aid. If it comes to that, I mean. And if I feel like it but that's whatever! Go for it, boss.

It's going to be a great shame when you realize you're just not my type~ ♥ [But he understood in a way what praise felt like. He enjoyed being teased and pampered with some sensual foreplay. Never really one to commit to a relationship he had many one night stands with women seeking his hand. At parties he was the one every woman and their mother had an eye on to marry off their daughter. It was easy and he had to admit when he was in a mood easy didn't suit him.] Sounds too easy in my opinion. Sometimes I like a little hard to get and something worth working towards.

[It's funny how he knows that this is likely a trap of some sort. Nothing was free when it came from a God or gods or whatever he could accurately describe the entities that ruled and reigned in this world. Either Jack had yet to play his final card in this little gamble or the chest was loaded with actual goods and he was looking for some rich sucker to appraise it before taking it. ] Boss. I like the sound of that.

[Except he's still teasing with the way his hands are feathering over the latches on front of the chest and with a small click he'll pry it up and out of the way. There's a rather curious head tilt at the sudden teeth and wide open maw that is sudden lurching forward while he's squatted there on his heels. Huh?! He didn't expect that. Never seen such a thing before.

Nor the insides as the thing just clamps right through his body as if it just bit him in half. Get a good laugh out of it if you must, Jack. There's no sign of blood and the mimic is likely very confused.]

Hah. It's going to be an enlightenment when you realize I am everyone's type.

[ yes, yes, he has a big head. just accept it now and move on rather than focus too much attention on that oh-so-minor flaw of his. ―which, apparently, is a thing that Tyki does as he actual accepts his proposal and begins to open the chest with little to no resistance.

Jack is excited, to say the very least. he watches with bated breath as the latches come undone, getting his boot nice and prepped to kick this poor sap in the side of the head at the first sign of anything even close to loot that can benefit him either short or long term. this is the closest thing to as giddy as he is going to get, and he is on his tip toes, peering over the other man's shoulders... ]

Holy goddamn. [ his voice is flat when teeth bear themselves towards the man that's opened the container, eyebrows peeked and a curved 'o' forming with his lips. he doesn't jump, doesn't scream. he is anxious to find out how quickly this poor dude will become an amputee so that he can narrow down the timeframe it takes to get the goods and jump out of the way.

the teeth go through him and he winces at the expectation of blood getting squirted onto his clothes and face. when his eyes open, however, he just blinks. there's a few glances between Tyki and the mimic, back and forth, back and forth. Jack's actually forgotten to laugh. what a wasted opportunity. ] H'okay. That's a party trick if I've ever seen one.

[He's still talking even if Jack can't hear him. Something about preferring his dark haired interest to be somewhat mysterious or at least something hard to get. A lot of it comes out terrible muffled and he's wasting most of his breath for no reason.

Then again, Tyki talked a lot.

He pulls himself back with a grimace of a face and he'll watch as the Mimic seems to start expanding in size all on its own. It has a sizable mouthful all of a sudden as a hundred or so of Tease, his unique cannibalistic butterflies, chew their way out of it only to begin devouring it like a pack of flying piranhas.] What do you know~ It actually did blow.

[ Jack's seen some pretty cool stuff. he's controlled gigantic creatures from another dimension and has witnessed the crazy things that Sirens are capable of. there have been many a gun with abilities that defy reality and bring a new definition to the word firearm, and he's had the honors of seeing monsters and creatures that most wouldn't even dream of in their nightmares.

cannibalistic butterflies, though? it goes to show that there will always be a first for everything. always.

he thought that Tyki godmoding the fuck out of the chest was enough to commend some applause, and just as his hands are preparing to give a soft golf clap of sorts, things... escalate. the mimic starts to expand into grotesque proportions ― somehow ― and he watches as bits and pieces of it begin to get gnawed into. now is the time where he starts to laugh, a quiet, spread out chuckle developing into a full-blow guffaw. it's probably the part where he emphasizes on blow that sets him off. either way, he has to wipe the tears developing in the corner of his eyes. ]

Man, oh man. You're like, the guy I needed to meet. We're totally going to be best pals. I knew it when our eyes met contact. Was a li'l worried I was wrong after one too many sex jokes, but... but this is good. Man. ―So cool.

[He talks too much and so does Jack. He's an asshole and so is Tyki. They are both likely to stab each other in the back one day. Maybe. Both of them preferred the finer things in life and expected everything from everything. The only difference is that Tyki never played himself as a hero like the other did.

His Tease are one of the best gifts he's ever gotten. It not only did most of the dirty work for him but eliminated any need for discretion. Not to mention when he needed to put on a show they were more than willing to be pawns.

He had to. The innuendos were begging to be used again and he'll raise himself to his feet and check that nothing splattered on his clothes even with Jack lingering behind him. The laughter makes him perk and he'll turn to face him.]

And here I thought everyone was far too serious and dry. No one knows how to have fun around here. [When the Tease are down devouring the chest to the last piece except for what may have been inside they'll turn their sights on Jack out of habit. They were mindless devourers and it was only natural that more meat meant more of a meal. He holds up a hand though to halt them and they'll stop in mid air and flutter there in the hundreds behind him.] Not this one.

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