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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-08-10 11:05 am

Intro Log: Arm Yourself

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!

Sleeping on the cold dirt ground of the colosseum is enough to make anyone uncomfortable. It might be a little worse this month than others, as some of you may be waking up on top of or around various self defense devices (btw: that last one is a taser).

Come to think of it, you'll probably need those. Also in the colosseum and already stalking you are... uh, well, stalkers from the Borderlands game series. Stalkers come armed with claws, teeth, and sharp tails- and what's more, they can turn invisible to sneak up on you. Zap them with your newfound taser or stab them with your jewelry comb knife or just run away screaming- we won't judge, but you have to do something or else they'll kill you and eat your corpse and all sorts of unfortunate things.

Good luck finding a way out. Maybe you can make some friends along the way.

All done and escaped from the clutches of the colosseum? Awesome! 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 August 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!
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)


[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-11 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
For a city that mostly lacks in life, one lively bird swooping in beside her does stand out.

"Talking bird," she echoes at first in a low tone, her monotone almost masked with an annoyed emotion. Then, her eyes narrow, mostly at herself than anything. "Have really been here too long."

The fact that the bird before her is talking doesn't even phase Rey. After all, the jabberjays are a rather chatty breed as well. But while the jays often parroted phrases and screams and noises they have already heard, there is something... different about this one.

Well, it's a crow, for one. Or, at least, it bears a similar appearance. He's also asking her a direct question, which is something that none of the other talking birds around here have done. Of course, he could be just imitating an all-too-common question from the many newly arrived. It is that time of month, isn't it?

Only one way to know for certain. "You can't find an exit out of this 'drippy dump' because there isn't one," she says, this time directly to the bird.

No, she is not going to say 'moist'.
Edited 2016-08-11 01:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-11 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"There's gotta be one around here somewhere, sweetheart. How else could I fly my feathery butt in here if there isn't a way—"

Crow is only optimistic when it suits his own desires. His overt denial is a sure sign of that right now.

Then it hits him that he didn't come here through an entrance. He came here through magic; A portal between realms. Something must of gone wrong since he didn't see April anywhere when he woke up here. Maybe she got back through and now Crow is stuck here. Just his luck.

"Well, crap... I knew I shouldn't have trust that portal. Everything about it screamed, No, Crow! Don't go through me! and, of course, I went through it!"
circumitus: Why was that not a good enough reason to put me to bed? (threw a jar of pickles at a police car)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-11 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Now that's interesting. Most people don't seem to have much memory of how they got here. Rey herself wasn't anywhere near any sort of interdimensional anomaly in her world, simply because one doesn't exist where she's from. That she knows of, anyway.

"You showed up at the Colosseum, didn't you? Along with whatever other creatures that came out of it? That seems where everyone comes in." She pauses, and squints again. "What do you mean by 'portal'?"

It certainly is the first time anyone has mentioned such a thing to Rey.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-11 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"What do I mean by 'portal'? I mean a portal, doll! You know, magic portal? With the mystic lights and a different realm on the other side?"

Hello? Is he speaking bird? He's pretty sure he's speaking Alltongue right now. What doesn't she get? Unless...


"You're from Stark too? Are you kidding me? Another one? I met another one? You have got to be joking! Two in a row? Just. My. Luck!"
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-11 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
If Rey hadn't spent more than half a year in this place, she'd probably chalk up what the bird is saying as some sort of fucked up hallucinatory trip spawned by malnutrition and lack of sleep. As it is, she is very lucid right now, even in face of this talk of portals and magic and all other sorts of insane shit.

She opens her mouth to speak, before the bird interjects his own train of thought.

"The hell is Stark? And no, don't come from a world with magic or portals or magic portals."

And then Rey comes to the stunning realization that this is most likely not a jabberjay, after all.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-11 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep. This sounds waaay familiar.

There's an exaggerated groan as he turns his head under his wing. A sort of private space for him to gather his words and compose himself. He just went through all of this with another Stark woman, after all.

"Okay, okay."

He holds out both of his wings to gesture at her. "Where you're from is Stark. World of technology."

Brings in his wings to gesture to himself. "I'm from Arcadia. World of magic.

"Typically they're separated by some dimensional bull-crap that I don't really get, but that's not the point. Point is we're both somewhere we don't belong, I take it? Unless we're all a bunch of Shifters, which I think I would know if was a Shifter, lady, then that means someone with really powerful magic brought us here. Someone I personally wouldn't be caught dead messing with!"
circumitus: its people like u that make people like me go to rehab. he has a lazy eye for christ sakes. (your girlfriend is a south jersey whore)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-12 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
As the bird talks, Rey's expression glosses over more and more. Not out of complete bewilderment -- though he may as well be speaking Greek to her -- but resisting the urge to interject his speech until he's finished.

"Most here come from different worlds. Came from a completely different time and place from many people here, for instance." She gesticulates a little, but she finds that waving her hand in circles doesn't help her find words when she speaks. "Anyway, that 'powerful magic' you speak of would probably be the Door, where everyone and all the creatures here have come through. The only ones native to this place are the ones calling themselves the 'gods' here, but they supposedly don't have much of a say in which one of us comes and goes."

Try as she might, it's become more difficult to deny the abilities of these gods now than she had during her first few months in this city. Some of past events would be rather difficult to pass off as merely cheap parlor tricks.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-14 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gods? See, I don't normally do gods. I don't normally like to dip my little feet in magic at all! Is there some kind of work around for this Door-thingy where we don't have to... you know, risk our feathers messing with higher powers?"

Somehow he feels like this answer is going to be 'no' but feels inclined to explore all of his cowardly options before admitting his defeat.
circumitus: (goddammit you're a loose cannon)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
That elicits a quiet snort out of her. "You and probably most others in this city."

While they do have a small handful of magic-inclined people here, it seems more uncommon of a concept, including to Rey herself. She doesn't do gods or magic either, and yet -- here she is. Here they all are.

"But no, no workaround. If there were, this city would probably be populated by quite a few less people."


"...And birds, apparently."
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ahhh sorry for tinytags!

[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-15 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"So I'm the only bird around here then...?"

It's depressing to think that there wouldn't be other birds, but not surprising. Caves aren't the typical bird-friendly environment.

But according to this lady, they wouldn't have much of a choice. Like he didn't.

Damn, man. He hates magic.
circumitus: Keep up the good work. (it's a 12/12/12 miracle)

never be sorry, it's coo'!

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-16 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
She waves a dismissive hand.

"Well, not the only bird. Some have come in through the Door a while ago, but none of them seem capable of carrying a conversation like yourself. They just repeat whatever shit they hear."

Which can be sort of creepy sometimes, depending on what exactly they're repeating back to you.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-16 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Like a mockingbird sort of situation? That's easy. Just make sure to say things you want to hear! It makes relations a lot more manageable."

He thinks about it for a moment, tilting his head doubtingly.

"Well. Unless what you have to say is weird to begin with. I would love to hear a chick say 'Oh, Crow. You look absolutely dashing this evening. Come back to my nest?' but I wouldn't want to say it to myself first. That's... Yeah, that'd be weird.

Annnd that's why I taught myself Alltongue."
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circumitus: tall, lanky, uses teeth when giving head, and runs like a giraffe. don't do it, man... (no i know her type)

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-16 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
What a talkative creature. He doesn't even leave much room for Rey to interject. At times she opens her mouth to speak, but then just waits for the bird to finish. And by then, she's already curious about one thing.

"Hang on. You taught yourself how to talk?"

Granted, his vocabulary is much too advance for him to be a simple bird parroting phrases someone taught him.

Still, it's strange.

And impressive.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-16 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, yeah. You spend so much time trapped in a box and you pick something like that up. Not much else to do, anyway.

"Besides, the only person I had to listen to was the old man who kept me in there. And boy, could he ramble. Always had a story to tell. Then he'd start drinking. Then he'd fall asleep in the middle of the story... Then I'd never find out what happened to the stranded sailor and his scurvy-ridden dog!

"...er, not that I cared about any of his crazy stories. They just helped build my colorful vocabulary."

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Odd. Didn't pick up all that much when stuck in a box."

Having spent quite some time in a cell of her own, Rey's old self did learn more than the Rey she is now realizes.

But that's neither here nor there. "Why did that guy keep you in a box, anyway?"

Better to focus on that rather than why she herself was in a similar 'situation'.
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-17 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
The bird shrugs. He shrugs hard.

"Really couldn't tell you. Crazy? Drunk? Didn't trust me not to fly away the moment I saw daylight? Even then, he was the only home I ever had. I never had anywhere else to go so it didn't cross my mind to actually fly away until I met April."
circumitus: ...and then i realized im still drunk. (thinking 'wow glad i'm not hungover')

[personal profile] circumitus 2016-08-18 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Welp, that seems fair enough. The bird seems to have enough sentience to possess intellectual thought, or at least simulate one. Unless their world is rife with talking corvids (and, for all she knows, perhaps it is), chances are he's a rare breed.

But she decides to focus on the more obvious subject.

"That a friend of yours?"
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[personal profile] funnybird 2016-08-23 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who? April? Oh yeah! Best gal to shift into Arcadia! Well... The only one to shift so far. So not really any competition."

Weird. He hasn't had to talk about April when April wasn't there before.

"But she's probably home by now. Back in Stark with her weird machines! Can you imagine what that— Oh. I mean, I guess you can imagine, huh?"