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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2015-11-10 09:59 am

INTRO LOG: FACE OFF

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for November. Don't get your face eaten!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: November 10th-17th
Warnings: Monster-related violence, people lamps, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.


You wake up on the hard earth of the colosseum. By the state of things and the various aches and pains in your body, you've probably been passed out there for awhile. A few things should immediately become clear to you upon an initial assessment.
1. You're not alone
2. You're near other people who look to be in a similar state.
3. You're also near an assortment of human shaped lamps.
4. You're also near something that skitters off into the shadows of the colosseum.
Of all of these alarming things, the skittery object might be your largest concern. Be wary when turning corners or shutting out the lights: the Hunters work best when your vision is obscured, so their gelatinous form is even harder to spot. Their main goal will be to kill people of course, though they prefer to hide in corners and smaller rooms. Watch out when trying to work through the halls of the colosseum to find the outdoors- they're surprisingly quick, and they prefer to kill their prey by opening their face-flaps and wrapping their mouths around your head. Fun!

More information on Hunters can be found here!

Second largest concern? Maybe it's the people lamps. Maybe it's the actual people around you. Whatever it is, be sure to familiarize yourself with it quickly. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't, after all.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers November 10th-17th.
► 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!
bekommen: (gimme shelter.)

a!!

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-10 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick startles awake at the sound of something crashing down near her head; she bolts upright and pushes herself back, away from the noise, the - something, whatever it is - with an angry shout.

"Man, what the fuck!" is what comes reflexively out of her halfway-conscious mouth, followed by an even louder, angrier pair of questions: "Who's there? What the fuck's going on?"

If this is another one of Graham's bullshit training things, she thinks, I'm gonna find a way to murder him.
o_negative: (28)

[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-10 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Shh," He warns, his eyes trained on the darkness somewhere off to their right. She's only half awake, but Max has the distinct feeling that making noise will attract some unwanted attention, and since the source of that noise, Nick, is right beside him, he's being forced to pay some attention to her.

She continues even more loudly and it's enough that he snaps his focus from where he'd seen the shadow back over to her, reaching out to brush her shoulder to get her attention.

"Quiet," It's barely a whisper, voice hoarse and low.
Edited 2015-11-10 21:23 (UTC)
bekommen: (for fear tonight is all.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-11 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Jesus," she hisses, quiet as she can, under the circumstances. Nick jumps at the brush of his hand on her shoulder, but it's an important clue - he isn't Graham. Graham knows better than to touch her, and he doesn't really sound like him, either, from what she can tell of his limited whispers.

She can feel her hands trembling, and she doesn't like it, so she curls her fingers into tight fists instead, arm muscles tense and ready to swing, if necessary.

Eyes still adjusting to the dark, she turns in the direction of the hand and the voice attached to it and whispers: "What the hell is going on?"
o_negative: (01)

[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-11 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
The ghosting touch is already gone as she flinches. It's not something he would normally do, but considering the circumstances, he didn't have that many options. She gets something that might pass as an apologetic glance before he gives her a once over. No injuries that he can see. No weapons either. And she looked noticeably clean, most of the people, or bodies, around them did.

"Just woke up," So, her guess is as good as his. He shifts, pushing to his feet slowly, eyes still on the dark corner he'd seen movement in.
bekommen: (we are standing on the edge.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-12 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Nick huffs, exhaling through her teeth, jaw clenched tight. Her reserves of patience are small even under the best of curcumstances; cryptic bullshit like the current situation rapidly depletes them. This is stupid, she thinks. Fumbling around in the dark like a goddamn idiot. Her fingers uncurl from fists and start searching her pockets, quickly producing a lighter that she flicks open. In the small amount of light from the flame in her hand, Nick squints at the man nearby, mouth twisted into a scowl.

"Who are you," she mutters, careful still to keep her voice low.
o_negative: (09)

[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-15 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Her lighter isn't much more effective than the dim, creepy lamps, but whatever makes her feel better.

Exchanging pleasantries wasn't what was important right now, so instead of answering her question he nods out toward the darkness where none of the light seemed to be reaching.

"Something's out there," He's pretty sure it isn't human, at least by the strange skittering noises he's heard so far. "You have a weapon?" He doesn't see one, but that doesn't mean much. There's quite a few human shaped lamps that appear to be made out of metal that he's already eyeing despite having a knife and guns on him.
bekommen: (i can't get no satisfaction.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-18 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Nick rolls her eyes and digs into her pockets again, this time producing a pocketknife that she waves in Max's direction in an exaggerated motion. Whatever's scampering around in the dark probably won't find it terribly intimidating.

"What is it?" she hisses, even though it's fairly obvious he doesn't know either. If he knew, surely he would have said it was - whatever it is, instead of just something.
o_negative: (21)

[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-19 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Max looks wholly unimpressed with the little pocket knife, but it's a step above nothing. He'd also agree that whatever was lurking around just out of sight probably weren't about to tuck tail and run because of the little blade.

He shakes his head at her question. Honestly, he really couldn't even take an educated guess.

"Whatever it is is staying out of sight. In the dark," And it didn't sound human.
bekommen: (and now the old ways don't seem true.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-22 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the strongest weapon in her possession, but Nick doesn't yet know this. She's only just come into her new identity, only just discovered the truth of what she really is, and what she is isn't exactly human. Something she has in common with whatever's lurking in the dark.

"This is dumb," she mutters under her breath, letting the flame on the lighter disappear and pulling herself to her feet. "I'm not gonna sit here and let myself get eaten by whatever the fuck it is."
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[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-23 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
Good job. If Max had any idea she was playing her hand close to her chest, he'd tell her it was exactly the right thing to do. None of them had earned her trust, better to keep a few secrets just in case.

He simply gives her a nod.

"Hallways seem like the only way out," Since it appeared that they were in an arena of sorts. The high ceiling was unreachable, which just left the high walls and the looming, dark hallways. Obviously, staying putting wasn't an option either.
bekommen: (i can't get no satisfaction.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-11-25 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah. Obviously." Nick rolls her eyes; it's not like she can sprout wings and fly away. (At least she thinks that's not part of her new set of skills. Time will tell.) She squints into the dark again and picks a direction, stopping in her tracks after a few steps to look back over her shoulder at him.

"Are you gonna stay here? I mean, it's no skin off my nose if you wanna get eaten alive by whatever the fuck it is that's creeping around out there, but I hear it's actually not as fun as it sounds. Getting eaten alive, that is."
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[personal profile] o_negative 2015-11-27 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Max hesitates, looking around. There were still a number of people still waking up, and as little as he cared about what happened to them, there was no arguing the fact that there was safety in numbers.

"Go. I'm going to stay," Obviously, he wasn't about to stop her. If she wanted to go, she should, though it didn't seem like a very good idea to him. Not yet anyway.
bekommen: (i'm sorry there's nothing to save.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2015-12-02 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Fine. Whatever." Nick shrugs and gives him a dismissive wave of her hand. "Have fun being monster food." Then she turns on her heel and quickly makes for the nearest exit.