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hadriel_logs2018-01-14 10:06 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-01-14 10:06 am
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Event Log: Dust to Dust
Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Dust to Dust event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 14th-17th
Warnings: A big ol' mess.
What: The event log for the Dust to Dust event
Where: All over the city!
When: January 14th-17th
Warnings: A big ol' mess.
It starts off small: the wind picks up, particles of sand and dirt and dust begin to fill the air. You might not even notice at first, not until you have to wipe the dust off your windows to see outside. After all, it's been a long time since Hadriel has experienced weather, and it's never experienced a weather event not caused by the gods before.
But the gods aren't in charge of the weather now, and even if they could prevent this dust storm, they have way too many other things to do. So it's up to you to deal with it, and as the wind rises and the dust storm moves into the city, there'll be plenty to deal with.
Once the storm is at its peak, it'll be almost impossible to see outside - and it won't be safe to go wandering, either. Entirely besides falling and hurting yourself, if you aren't wrapped up well enough the particles in the air will abrade your skin. Love that sandpaper feel! Oh, and breathing? Yeah, better make sure your nose and mouth are covered, or else they'll be full of sand, too. Hope you've got some goggles stashed away to protect your eyes. Luckily, it won't last too long - 'cause you'll have plenty of cleaning to do once the storm is over.► This log covers January 14th-17th.
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[Forgive his skepticism, but he's met enough strange and interesting folk in these parts to keep from letting that slide. Figures that Taako would date a- whatever Kravitz is.
...What is Kravitz?]
What are you when you're not human?
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Oh, please do spare me any theatrics.
[And then, theatrically, he sweeps his hair back over his shoulder as it disappears, melting away piece by piece with his skin and leaving nothing but a skeleton behind.]
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Old-timey Spanish zombie people, for one. Enormous, scary, blue mutants who decided to partake in a meal of blue tree sap. Victor Sullivan's mustache.
He's even born witness to the plethora of monsters that crawl out of Hadriel's Door every month, but this? Seeing a perfectly handsome guy wave his hand and suddenly deteriorate like he just drank from the wrong Holy Grail? Yeah, that's fucking weird.
It's rude to point but point he does, brow furrowed, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again, thinking better of it. Hands akimbo Nate once more attempts to broach the subject as he looks into the dead, empty sockets of a skull, still processing. At the end of his performance piece (Dawning Comprehension, Nathan Drake, 2015) he shrugs with his eyebrows.]
Huh.
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Eloquent. I do wish you wouldn't point; I'm not a circus attraction.
[Here's a fun question Nate: where's the voice even coming from?]
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Well, I'm not the one who just melted my face off, [he argues.] For somebody who wants the theatrics spared, that was pretty dramatic.
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He harrumphs, acting as though Nate is being ridiculous, and not as though he's just been entirely called out.]
Call it what you want, I suppose.