ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hadrielmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
hadriel_logs2016-06-10 10:00 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-06-10 10:00 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- amos kamiya,
- bianca,
- dr. gottlieb,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- edi,
- elmer c. albatross,
- firo prochainezo,
- howard link,
- krieg,
- lavi,
- lilith,
- maketh tua,
- muscovy,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- rey,
- sans,
- sansa stark,
- sasha,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- steve rogers,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- victor talbot,
- wade wilson,
- wanda maximoff
Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.
For once, the new arrivals to Hadriel will not be waking up on the cold hard ground of the colosseum. Oh, sure, you'll still awaken in the arena - but this time the Door has been kind enough to ensure that you wake up comfortably arranged in a very nice chair. Or maybe not so comfortably. Some of those look pretty awkward - hopefully you didn't wake up with a crick in your neck! And hey, feel free to try to drag some of these super cool chairs to your new homes. They're probably not cursed or anything.
As you make your way out of the arena, be careful getting to close to the walls - well, except that's the only way out, so good luck! Chilling up on there waiting to get the drop on you are Skulltulas. These funky-looking spiders have squishy underbellies, but their upper exoskeletons are hard and very difficult to break through. They really just want to nibble you a few times, and maybe suck out all of your blood. No big deal, right? Have fun!
Have you conquered your arachnophobia and managed to escape? Great! 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 June 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
A
And the skulltula being focused on someone else right now has a big advantage. He has a calm moment to put down his backpack, grab his bow and quiver and a stone, and get in a favourable position before tossing the stone.
It's the effect of that last part that Alayne will see: The skulltula suddenly turning, startled, and then rearing up and backwards as an arrow pierces its soft, now exposed underbelly.
Muscovy lowers the bow and reaches for a dagger with his left, already running towards the spidery creature to follow up his attack with slicing open the underbelly. It's a moment of a few more seconds, a smooth movement bringing him back away from the spider and towards Alayne as soon as his blade has ripped the belly open to evade whatever spills out.
One of the legs hits him in its trashing and easily smashes him aside, up in the air as he is, throwing him to the ground mere inches away from Alayne. He hits the ground hard, shoulder first, and lies there for a moment, not moving and breathing harshly.]
no subject
please, please, are you alright?
[ she reaches a hand into her gown's pocket, retrieves a handkerchief and offers it to him ]
are you bleeding?
no subject
His shoulder hurts, but the back of his head that hit the ground first was protected by the thick braids sitting snugly against the skin there, and his first movements is to quickly run a hand over the ground where his head hit the rock, searching if any of the red stones fastened into it have fallen out. They mean much - his hairstyle tells those who can read it whose dependent he is, signifying his lord father and thus their house, and while it would still be recognizable without, it just gets less so the more he loses, and besides, he wants it to be as complete as possible. Two have, and he picks them up and pockets them before turning around and facing Alayne.
He's wearing a tattered scarf, a blue tunic with a golden crest in the form of a star on the front - fine sturdy material, once, but it has seen much wear and tear since - over a black jumpsuit of a very different style and fabric (high fantasy and sci-fi sources just produce very different clothing) and she'll spot two more daggers at his side when he sits up a bit more.]
I haven't broken anything.
[The words aren't exactly an answer to her questions, but his head is still ringing and the message that all his bones seem to be intact, at least from what he can tell, seems to be the most important about his well-being.
Alayne will see the answer to her question herself now, though: The spider's leg has torn at the skin over his right cheekbone, and blood is seeping out of the wound, slowly trickling down his cheek.]
no subject
( what shall alayne do? with nothing sharp enough to open the belly of the beast and little courage to try even if she were to have a weapon? ) ]
You were very brave for helping me, I thank you.
[ she dips her head in gratitude and with great care, cleans the blood with the cloth. ]
It is not a terrible wound.
[ looking around she moves, rises to her feet ]
we must hurry, before they come again.
no subject
For now, he listens to her words, watching her as she speaks - really watching her, seeking. She seems vaguely familiar to him, though he can absolutely not place her at the moment.
There are more important things to attend to as well, he agrees with her on that. The cloth against his bruised skin makes him wince slightly, but he doesn't pull away and nods when she is done, starting to get up. She seems nice and a lot brighter than he thought at first, though not stronger than his first impression was. He likes her.]
The corridor is free now, yes?
[The one that the skulltula that attacked Alayne was sitting over, that is.
After a moment's thought, he hands the third dagger to her after finding it again.]
You should keep this until we are outside, yes?
[He will definitely demand it back after, but especially if she is weak a pointy end to her name might help in a pinch.]
no subject
[ she checks to see that she still has the broach shaped like a mockingjay, hands the basket securely on her arm and hesitates for a moment before taking the small blade in her hand. she had seen men fight and slit open and stab with larger ones, remembers blades big and small;
( for a moment, her insides turn she remembers lord eddard's ice used against him, to cut off the head and she feels like she might see black now as she did then, no, not now. ) ]
Forgive me, I do not know how to wield it.
no subject
He'll be back in under a minute, and only then answer her comment on the dagger.]
Then you should not use it unless you are cornered, yes? They have soft parts on the underside that are very vulnerable, but I don't know if their insides are toxic, so you should try to not be hit by their blood.
Just try to stab what looks soft, turn it and pull it sideways as far as you can.
[He's heard older men make snarky remarks along the lines of "the pointy part goes into the soft part", but he neither sees the point nor thinks that they have the time for it. Nor do they have time to idle, and he starts walking past her as he speaks, reaching out with his free hand to grab either a free hand or a part of her dress. They can't know if there is light in the corridor leading away from the ...hall, or whatever it is, right?]
You should learn how to fight with daggers. Nobody will find it strange that a woman has a knife on her, even if they are silly about other weapons, yes?
[It is true for children, too. People got all kinds of silly when he wanted to learn how to use a firearm, but nobody protested him and the other children training with daggers. ...Okay, they weren't very obvious about it. But still.]
no subject
yet subtlety and wit will not help her here against those demons and her grip tightens, she nods her head, takes in his words. ]
Most girls do not wield blades in my realm, sir.
[ and then, they are off ]
no subject
Then something like a knife, where people will not know that you will not use it for kitchen work but for fighting until you do it, is very good for you, yes?
And you will be a woman soon, so you should know how to defend your children when you have them. [She looks like a noblewoman, so he would have expected her to refer to herself as a woman already - after all nobles seemed to start to be of marriage age around what she looks like. But if she's not, she still has a few years, so he won't contest her estimation of herself.]
no subject
[ arya - the girl with no name - seemed to be well practiced with her sword but alayne would never dare to ask her to teach her, the girl might think it odd and unnatural. they are both girls, certainly but no one is different than alayne stone in her upbringing and her manners. she might think alayne a fool. ]
It is a mother's duty.
[ she goes quiet for a moment. she tries, very hard, not to think of caitlin stark. ]
Where shall we go?
no subject
She is about 30 cm tall, with butterfly wings and when she starts scolding Muscovy for leaving her in there to wait that long, it sounds like the chiming of bells. Muscovy just giggles at the scolding and holds her up.]
Look if there is something that looks intact here, yes?
[With a few last chimes into his direction that could well be curses, the fairy takes off, flying straight up towards the ceiling of the cave to look around.]
no subject
With your leave, sir, what - who is that?
[ she looks towards where the little thing has flown off to ]
are you a mage of a kind?
no subject
No. I am a healer.
[He met a mage, once, and while he was very nice, Muscovy doesn't think that they had anything in common what they did. He's met a witch who did the same, but he'd rather not call himself that because most people react badly to it, and she said that boys couldn't be witches, anyway. But Galadriel called herself a healer and did a lot of the things that he did, so he figures that that should be correct.
He reaches down into the box again and produces another, shorter fairy, younger and male. The fairy's clinging to a small black item of clothing that he was apparently using as a pillow and doesn't chime at all, preferring to sulk at Alayne and Muscovy for having been interrupted so rudely now that the container finally stopped bouncing around and he could sleep.]
I bought Pityo from a tamer, and Sketto I inherited form my lord father when he left. She is brighter than Pityo [which earns him a kick against his wrist] but I think that is because she is older and was tamed with song. [At least that is the explanation that he has come up with and finds the most reasonable.]
no subject
[ they are not dragonfly and not men. they are smaller than the tales old nan would tell of the children of the forest and they are winged. alayne stone heard many children's stories but none that involved winged men and women who could sit in your palm ]
Will they be safe here?
no subject
[He holds the little boy in his palms up for Alayne to look at, but doesn't han dhim over - Pityo bites sometimes when irritated or does other violent things, and he would rather not have that happen to this nice girl.]
They have survived before they were tamed, and now they have me to look after them, so they will be safe. [Or so he hopes. They are his, his friends, and he will not let them die. He doesn't want to part.]
no subject
[ she peers at the little thing before taking a step back again. It is an odd thing and while she is not afraid of it, she is always wary. she looks towards the horizon, to where the other fairy had taken flight ]
What if she won't come back?
no subject
[And he sees no reason why she would choose to not return - she's been with him for well over a year now and never shown any signs of the spell that his father's song put on her weakening. Or perhaps she is really staying with him by now.]
no subject
[ it slips out before she could help herself. sansa stark's father was honorable, her brother had won every battle but they were both dead and gone from the world. ]
Anyone could die.
no subject
Everyone dies in the end, unless they for some reason don't age, and even then people die a lot. Unless they're unable to die, which can also be a thing.
So he shakes his head.]
Most people could, but sometimes there are people who are just not able to die, yes?
no subject
[ she feels stupid to admit it. it sounds impossible but so is her being here so she cannot outright say no. alayne stone is not one to openly disagree with anyone, too wary and too fearful is she. better stupid than insolent. ]
Are there?
no subject
....But not many. And they would not usually say that they cannot die, because then others might want to test it and that just hurts.
[At least they're strongly in the minority, usually.
At that point, Sketto returns and starts chiming at them, pointing into various different directions, and after a moment settling on one of them. Muscovy turns to walk into that direction.]
She found something.