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hadriel_logs2018-02-10 10:54 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-02-10 10:54 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- agent carolina,
- alucard emery,
- atem,
- carey fangbattle,
- cole,
- daenerys targaryen,
- george lass,
- gren,
- handsome jack,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- kravitz,
- laura palmer,
- lunafreya nox fleuret,
- lup,
- margaery tyrell,
- merle highchurch,
- michael munroe,
- nick valentine,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- party poison,
- ravus nox fleuret,
- rhy maresh,
- sansa stark,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- tucker,
- unknown (sharon da silva)
Intro Log: Hello Nurse
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: New folks! Scary nurses! Stuff laying on the ground!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: New folks! Scary nurses! Stuff laying on the ground!
Good morning, new Hadrielites. How are you feeling? A little weird about waking up on a strange world under two suns? Yeah, we figured. You're not the only ones - just ask all the folks who woke up with you, or the folks who have been here for months. Or you could ask the monsters.
Yup, arriving with the newcomers are a number of nurses, - but not the nice ones that will patch up your wounds and bring you sweet painkillers. No, these are hunchbacked and infested or disturbingly sexy, and none of them are helpful at all. They are attracted to light and noise, and they conveniently carry melee weapons with them. All the better to beat you with! While you can kill them, they can take a lot of damage, so think twice before running in with fists swinging.
Don't worry, the nurses aren't the only thing that came in with you. Life in Hadriel can be pretty hectic, so why don't you make sure you have something to protect that phone of yours? Scattered around the arena, you can find a number of different and artistic phone cases. So grab one that appeals to you and show off your sense of style!
Once you've escaped the nurses and picked up some phone protection, you're ready for the wider world of Hadriel. Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers February 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Valentine's Speakeasy mingle. | OTA
Songs are provided either by the jukebox or by anyone who's free to take the stage for a round of karaoke. Those brave (or drunk) enough to do so are welcome to their five minutes of fame, if they are so inclined. Some music ranges from peppy beats to the very rare mellow tunes to slow dance to.
Tables are decorated with various local flowers, some with colorful petals scattered about.
The place is oddly, dare one say, romantic.
Maybe it's for that reason that Rey isn't seen tending at the bar, or seen at all among the lounge. Instead, a self-serve station is set up at the front counter: Bottles of wine with a wide variety of animal head pourers, kegs of beer, and several decanters of hard liquor, from whiskey to rum to vodka. While some of the decanters are hardly noteworthy, many are oddly shaped. Some bear the most uncanny semblance to faces, while some others look suspiciously like hand grenades. Others just don't make any sense at all. An assorted selection of mixers, non-alcoholic drinks, and snacks are also available.
So have a seat, or dance, or sing, be a social butterfly or a wallflower. The night is (quite literally) short and young around here.
[ooc: As many know, this is the official Welcome Dance Night! Consider this an open mingle thread for old and new characters. Tag in, tag out, hit up your friend or partner if preferred, since Rey has taken upon herself to try something a little V-Day themed this month (but sadly won't be available unless someone is specifically looking for her. In which case, hit me up). Either way, enjoy! And assume that this is set around the 14th.]
closed
Mostly, she's pushing petals away from the table and trying to pretend the speakeasy isn't twenty shades of pepto bismol. It's a little unfair to have all the pink shoved in her face when she's been the better part of a year without any hair dye. But what can you do. There's not exactly a lot of places to relax here, let alone have a date.
So, when a familiar face approaches, she brightens up, stops fiddling with her drink and gestures to the space next to her. )
Took you long enough.
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Cellars. | OTA (kinda)
Should anyone come looking, they might notice the door to the Casino kept slightly open, but the stairs leading downwards are found dimly lit. It's almost like a scene out of a horror movie, if one were to buy into that sort of thing.
At the bottom of those stairs is a vast cellar space, housing aisles of kegs and bottles. However, there is a table that's rather difficult to miss, particularly when there is a candle lit at the center and liquor bottles scattered about, and in the chair facing away from the stairway is Rey. Her fingers massage her temples as she tends to a growing headache that might have been brought on after too many drinks.
On top of that, she might be sporting a vastly different garb from what one sees her in. (Spoilers: Yes, that is a pretty green dress she's wearing.)
While she's not so far gone that she is unaware of even the creaks on the stairs, it doesn't seem like she cares. Not a 'hello' or even a 'fuck off'. Lucky you.
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ota;
But he's at him limit of silence, and he needs just a modicum of enjoyment, any trifling reason to smile. He's sick of misery.
So he helps himself to a generous portion of drink and claims a seat. God willing, the atmosphere might just permeate into his bones.]
:3
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cecily trevelyan ; ota
The Inquisitor is neither, she thinks, but she is interested in drinking and dancing. As such, she avoids the karaoke and settles in to a seat, one far enough away that she can get a good scope of the place, but close enough that suggests she's interested in conversation.
Maybe not romantic conversation, but.
Someone might approach and note the bottle of wine topped with a lion head pourer, one that she makes a point of dropping on the floor with an exaggerated noise of disgust. Orlais is gross, after all. No lions allowed. ]
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Closed; for Swift
He tried to put himself together for the night, as best as he could given the circumstances, but at least over the last nine months he'd gathered a collection. So he put on a nice outfit, dabbed his eyes with kohl and smeared his lips with something.
"I can't remember the last time we had a night like this to ourselves."
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Washington | ota
He's not actually feeling very relaxed -- not with his whole team showing up out of the blue (hah) a few days ago, and what he's learned about his future. But watching the crowd helps keep his mind off that. And there's some distractingly bad karaoke going on at the moment that reminds him of shore leave with his squad. It's kind of a bittersweet memory.
Feel free to come harass him, as he's very obviously alone and awkward at the moment. ]
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cw: handsome jack / ota
[ This isn't really the first time Jack's woken up with a pounding headache all like haha, how much did I have to drink last night, squinting blearily up at the sunlight. But it is the first time since he "woke up" in Rhys' brainmeat. It takes him a sec to realize he has a headache because he he has a head— ]
Oh, shit!
[ Startled, but happy. Where is he? Who goddamn cares! He has a body. He can walk and talk and fuck and eat and kill things without having to manipulate cybernetic source code. And he wants to do just, all those things, at once.
Picking himself up off the ground is a revelation in physicality, but he's too paranoid to get hung up on the feeling of heat and clothes, giving his surroundings a little more attention. He's not alone: there's some chick right there who's also pulling to her feet. She's got a pretty tight body — maybe his day is about to get even better. ]
Hey there, beautiful.
[ The nurse lifts its head slowly, revealing the disfigured bandages, the bloodied maw. One arm twitches wrongly, and that's when he spots the knife in its twisted hand. ]
Oh, shit.
[ This time, not so happy. Gun, gun, where is his gun! ]
2. CW: BREATHPLAY
Here's the thing, cupcake.
[ Jack gives a smile to your character, his mask moving so well with his face that if it wasn't for the clips and the paler skin tone it might be hard to tell that was a mask. His tone is easy, like you're old friends, even though you really just met. Maybe it would even be convincing — if he didn't have a hand wrapped around your throat. ]
I am having, just, a realllly weird day. So if you could do me a solid and point me to the nearest Fast Travel? I sure would appreciate it.
[ His fingers tighten. ]
Thanks, sweetheart.
3. CW: ALCOHOL
[ By this point he's had the newbie spiel and/or listened to the welcome to shitsville recording that was on the weird ECHO device he'd showed up with, and come to terms with the fact that he's been displaced pretty hard. Like, he knew straight away it wasn't Pandora (the whole planet has a really specific smell) but he's never heard of anywhere called Hadriel, and nobody here's heard of Hyperion, and — even having a body doesn't make up for how completely powerless that makes him feel.
Jack isn't really big on feeling powerless.
However amidst all the gods and emotions jumble someone had mentioned a bar, so that's where he's taken himself, because: ]
I need a drink.
[ He slumps into a seat, looking — well, a little beat up, a little exhausted, but that's probably not a rare sight in this city. ]
(( opt out / plurk. please please tell me if you are oocly uncomfy, that's the last thing i want. ))
2 the best welcome
And I said, I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Let go or I'll make sure you regret it.
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2 gosh i love this boi
i love your girl so we're even
oh baby
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Alfred Aethelwulfing | OTA
[ It doesn't take long for Alfred to realize that he's awoken somewhere new and unappealing. He's weaponless -- unless you count the ceremonial scepter, which now King Alfred does not. Even so, he's holding the scepter like some sort of cudgel as one of the strange beings of ill intent seem to want to continue on a straight path for him. Is this some sort of demon?
He doesn't ask, though, and since he doesn't know if he can outrun the monster he swings the scepter at the nurse's head -- it unfortunately doesn't do very much damage.
Alfred probably should have ran. ]
[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with your best shot or hit me up via PM or on plurk at
Arrival
This way - ! There is no use in fighting it; there are always more.
(But she has a sword, at least, though her face is nearly the same color as freshly fallen snow.)
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arrival;
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Arrival
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arrival!!
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arrival
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Hvitserk Ragnarsson | OTA
[There had been dragons in the coliseum and now there were strange (undead?) ladies outside of it. They were actually really
attractivedistracting. Their bodies, Hvitserk was embarrassed to admit, actually looked amazing, but the covered faces, knives and the terrifyingly unnatural way they moved made them more of a creepy distraction.Of course, he'd gone up to one to ask where he was, which meant it had immediately started trying to slice through his chest. Luckily, he was wearing leather armor and had his shield on him, but he'd had no choice but to pull out his axe and start fighting back. It had taken a few brutal strikes, but he finally dropped the thing. The noise of the fight seemed to have attracted some of the others, which were now all standing stock still but were definitely closer than they had been.
Hvitserk eyed them warily as he backed away from them, quickly checking his chest to make sure none of the strikes had sliced through his chest piece. Luckily, the blade had only just sliced through the leather.
He spotted someone else, definitely a person and not one of these strange creatures and tried to get their attention, putting his finger to his lips to gesture that they should be quiet as he made his way over to them. There was no need someone else getting attack because they made the same mistake he had.]
ii. wandering aimlessly
[Eager to put as much distance between himself and the strange nurses, he quickly moved on. The lost and confused expression on his face was probably one that the residents of Hadriel were more than used to seeing at this point. Hvitserk aimlessly wandered between buildings, poking his head inside of some of them.
When he spots someone he freezes, slowly moving to rest a hand on the axe at his side, eyeing them nervously as if he expected to be attacked.]
iii. wildcard
[everything and anything else! feel free to add me and hit me up for planning on plurk at
ii.
Oh. Hello?
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i~ (look at you getting all the hzds)(im so sorry about nil tho)
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Zelda | AW YIS LETS DO THIS SHIT!!
On the retreat towards the wasteland, it's with these thoughts that she closes her eyes to finally seek some rest.... only to find that when she opens them next, she's no longer with her soldiers. Blinking as she takes in her surroundings, she raises a tired arm to shield her eyes from the harsh light of the dueling suns, the landscape immediately registering as foreign to her. When did she arrive here? ] Impa, to me.
[ She calls her most trusted general, her aide, her friend, as she stands up. Zelda wavers for one moment as if aboard a ship at sea, a spell of fatigue threatening to overcome her as her muscles complain of overuse. It hurts like hell to be moving after taking so thoroughly of a beating, but Zelda begins to walk forward and. without a pause, steps quick and purposeful. She fully expects her to come with called, for she has never failed in returning to her side whenever she's done so. But this time Zelda feels no swift presence appearing at her side to listen to a new set of orders, no reassuring word that their next battle will be more fulfilling, no long strides to match her own as she walks. ] ...Impa?
[ The hairs on the back of her neck begin to stand on end, nerves already setting alight. Something is wrong. This is not Hyrule. This is-- ]
A: Blah blah blah battling bs
[ Instinct alone gets her to block a blow coming at her blindspot. Eyes widen as she whips around, using all of a split second to assess her assailant, register the force of the impact against her plated forearm, and quickly leap away for the following attack. She has barely enough time to make sense of her new environment with the ensuing rush from the monster, and it doesn't help that her mind has kicked into overdrive in an attempt to answer how she's got here, why she is here, where is even here, what are those things-- Distracting. Sometimes, her thoughts can become too distracting. Zelda makes a conscious effort to focus on the battle at hand, because while in a fitter state she can balance fighting and thinking of something far removed from the battle simultaneously, she has no such luxury here. She hasn't had the time to recuperate from her recent defeat, and her muscles and sores still ache from each blow she suffered before.
Yet her sword appears in a flash of light, materializing mid swing to strike through the head of the monster. Zelda unleashes a flurry of attacks, slicing at her opponent to cut them cleanly open. Crimson sprays out like a fine mist, and she ducks and swerves under the arch of spewing liquid so that minimal drops mar her clothes. Zelda weaves through her enemies like static between thunderclouds, fast and efficient, precise and deadly, each move followed up with another swing. It's only when she's cleared about fifteen of those creatures from around her that Zelda sees them for what they truly are. ] The undead...? [ While she's not unused to fighting hordes of the undead, these ones do not wear any uniform of what she recognizes... if those can be considered any uniforms at all. Whatever necromancer summoned them (or so she presumes), they had quite a taste for tight clothing. Also, haha what is being quiet? TIME FOR AN ALL-OUT BRAWL.
Feel free to:
A1) Help her out. Zelda took quite the beating from her canonpoint, so she definitely can use an ally.
A2) Make her life more difficult, because tripping her up is definitely welcome.
A3) Be in need of her help, because she can totes play the hero here.
A4) Idk throw her a welcome party with confetti. Go crazy. ]
B: Da fuq are cellphones...
[ After the long battle is over Zelda stands still very much the pristine figure among a myriad of torn corpses, her boots covered in either blood, grime, mud, or questionably nurse-zombie parts. There's a moment to gather herself, a breath to reel in the adrenaline that has driven her past her limits. The following sigh finally reveals a trace of her exhaustion, but she does not waver. Turning on her heels to the nearest corpse, she begins to scavenge. It is typical in battle to take the enemy soldier's spoils.... only. The nurses', uh, material drops aren't exactly useful. Their limbs still twitch, their cracked nails still dig into the ground, and their feet attempt to trot away like ants on a march. Zelda puts a decisive end to the limbs by impaling them, a charge of light rendering them to dust like lightening from the heavens.
Aaaaand... still nothing useful in terms of drops. But something does catch her eye, something rectangular and small. It's one of the cellular phones this place provides, and right next to it is a macabre phone case. Zelda picks up both of them, turning the object over in her hand. A brow arches as she runs a finger over the smooth glass surface until she presses in on the button at the bottom. Anyone observing from afar may notice her eyes widen when the screen flashes in front of her. ] Incredible...
C: Homegurl Discovers Skittles
[ So. Fast-forward to a little later in the day when she's been introduced properly to the wonderful haven of Hadriel, Zelda's found herself in one of the storefronts that carries food from all manner of worlds. And just one of those stores with its rows of convenient junk food is enough completely baffle her. Rows upon rows, shelves upon shelves of pre-packaged noodles, cans of fruits and vegetables, cereals, sodas, candies (and some other questionable alien items she doesn't recognize)....! And all at the convenience of simply plucking one off the cabinet for one to consume. She's never seen such an array of food and drink in her life, even at banquets. It would be paradise to many to see this sort of bounty all for the taking. It's almost laughable that this desolate place contains a trove of food; she thinks of her men, her people, of their ruined farmlands and scorched paddies, of the coming winter and the harvest lost, of how long it will retake to rebuild...
As if in a trance she plucks off one of the packages from the rows, holding it in hand and reading the label. She tilts her head to the side. ] ...But what does the rainbow taste like?
[ This prompt can be altered to incorporate any product with a weird catch phrase (ie "The taste you can see!"). ]
D: Wild Card! [ OOC: Have an idea, hit me up via PM or
A
Ad while he may not be right near Zelda, he does have a bow. So the first hint she gets of another’s presence is the whoosh of an arrow, flying through the air and burying itself in the throat of a Nurse. Two more follow in rapid succession.]
eyyyyyyyyyyyyyy /o/
B!
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alternate C!
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C
this scene is so surreal, there should be 70's grocery store music playing!!!
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Carolina | Red vs. Blue | ota
[She feels like death warmed over, although that has never stopped her before. Slowed her down a little, certainly, but it's sheer stubbornness more often than not that has kept her going many times. She needs a quick nap, five, ten minutes.... or a few days, if she's being realistic. She had thought that after stopping the most recent ploy, that perhaps she could take a few minutes to catch her breath. The number that had been done on her when she had been frozen in her suit might take a little time to completely get over. Not that she's exactly willing to admit that. She just might need a few more hands to help.
It is why she is more than a little confused when she does wake up. She could chalk it up to the whole ordeal, but for the life of Carolina, she can't recall how she has gotten here. She isn't that bad, is she? And as her helmet shifts, she can't help but think, really, just where did they find these nurses? She could say it is payback, but Carolina knows that neither of the Reds or Blues would make any actions like that against her, if only for fear of the retaliation that would come their way. But she's leaning forward, moving to righten herself.]
Excuse m-
[The words are cut off when the odd looking individuals suddenly start to swarm, and it is all that Carolina can do to duck and slide out of the way. Not that it does much more than put her a few feet away from where she has started. Trying to figure out what is up with the whole situation, she blocks a nurse swinging a blade at her, and while her reflexes might be shot, it's enough to keep the knife from doing anything but slide across the arm of her suit. Trying to assess the situation, she has no idea what is happening, and she doesn't want to go around just hurting people. The nurses seem to have other ideas, leaving Carolina to punch and kick, seeking an exit.
Trudging quickly, she stops to help others, as needed.]
Watch it!
[Warnings given to those she comes across. The nurses themselves hinder her, seeming to come from everywhere, and still mindful, and not exactly at the top of her game, she's taking swings as they come, noting that she really doesn't need to check her punches. They seem to take her beatings and just keep coming.]
Shit.
[EXPLORING]
[She's possibly going to kill someone.
She's just not certain who yet.
Carolina's found the phone that had been in her suit, although the message that had popped up hasn't cleared anything up. She's still winded and has found a wall to lean against. Had they missed something? There's no way that any of that could be real. It's more like something that Caboose would come up, given the magical nature of his mind and where it goes.
She fiddles with the device for a while. She's likely very conspicuous, dressed in her armour. She doesn't seem to care. Anyone who does get too close will find her helmet swinging in their direction.]
What?
[She's not exactly going to win any Miss Social awards. Her mind is reeling though, trying to figure out where to start. The message has given some suggestions, and while Carolina is cautious about the whole situation, she's been leaning there for an extended period of time. That is not going to solve anything, she thinks, shoving the device safely away. She needs answers. Answers that make more sense. Considering the events with waking up, it's likely not that surprising that she is on edge as she starts to venture forth.
She needs to make contact with her team, all of them, to ascertain that they're all okay, which is why she does hail down people.]
Hey. Where's the closest communication tower? I need to get a message off planet.
[WILDCARD]
[choose your own adventure with a freelancer! she'll be out and about]
[ooc; will match any format]
exploring!
The rather blunt greeting doesn't really throw her. Everyone turns into a little bit of an asshole when they find themselves here, and Kyna doesn't blame them. This place blows. She does snort at the question, though.]
God, good fucking luck. You're definitely not getting anything off planet. Sorry.
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Magnus Burnsides | The Adventure Zone
He's not all that bothered by the whole "being attacked" thing. He's got an ax, and if there's one thing he's good at, it's taking care of bad guys with a good 'ol chop. So yeah, he's fine. It's just everyone else he's worried about. He wants to keep them all safe, but it's not like they're all gathered in one spot, so protecting everyone is going to be a little difficult.
He's sure as hell gonna try, though.
Magnus parries a blow meant for your character, using the momentum to push the nurse backward. Once there's a little more space between you and the danger, he turns. ]
You okay? Becauuuse we should probably get out of here. I don't think that nurse is here to give us a checkup.
B. So Many Phone Cases
At present, he's managed to smear any blood with the sleeve of his uniform, making his whole existence a lot more gruesome looking than it actually is. His outfit is already red, so he's sure it's probably fine. He's got more important things to consider, anyway.
These. Motherfuckin. Phone cases.
He's having some major trouble deciding which one to use. So much so that he's sitting cross-legged somewhere relatively out of the way, like a million different phone case styles laid out in front of him. They'e in a neat row, and he's studying them all very, very intently.
Yes, all of them are in the shape of dogs. Different styles, different breeds, but dogs all the way down. Every so often he reaches for one of them, like he's finally made a decision, but he pulls his hand away with a 'hmmm' each time.
They're all just so gosh darn cute, okay? ]
C. Wildcard
B.
I'd go with the pink one. You can't go wrong with pink. Or maybe the fuzzy one.
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B!!! finally
Awwww Ellie ;o;
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Semiyon Kleiman / McMafia
[Surely this must be a fever dream. The bi-product of his highly public, wholly humiliating, and agonizingly personal defeat at the hands of some unseen enemy. In the days since he'd been placed under house arrest he'd turned to finding what small comfort from heartache could be found in the bottom of a wine glass.
Surely that must be the source of this nightmare.
Except that, unlike in a nightmare where the body feels ethereal and disconnected, he feels solidly of his own flesh and breath. And he feels frail. So much so that when he sees the horrific creature barreling at him, it is all he can do to wobble pathetically away and drop into the dust and dirt. His mouth hangs agape and his eyes blink owlishly behind his now fogged glasses. After a moment he kicks a heel into the dirt and tries to push himself further away from the human-shaped monstrosity that stalks nearby. It is not even partly successful, the heavy ankle bracelet still secured to his his leg forcing his leg to twist in a painful angle and making him whimper in hurt and frustration.
Seemingly out of options, his nimble fingers claw through the sand for anything hard. And finding a decent sized rock he hefts it with his full force at the cursed thing's head. He doesn't expect it will do him much good, but Semiyon Kleiman refuses to meet his end without a struggle. ]
ii. Around Town
[Semiyon is not entirely impressed with town he now finds himself hostage in and while desert is not an unfamiliar thing to a man from Israel, the rest of it is nothing short of bizarre. Two suns, strange buildings, and a mix of people with seemingly no consistent backgrounds or characteristics...
His white linen clothing is dirtied from the arena, his leg had gotten injured in the scuffling so he limps somewhat, a limp made worse by the house arrest bracelet still clasped to his ankle, but despite the circumstances now and again he'll stop to ask a question. Perhaps about where he is, what that building in the distance might be, or where he can find a change of clothes.
At other times he'll stop to sit and catch his breath and if you happen to be sitting nearby maybe he will try and make polite conversation. After all, its never too soon to start trying to gather allies.]
Do you live here?
ii
[Fingon turns from the fruit tree he’s been examining to look at the unfamiliar Man. Apologies for the non-answer, Semiyon, but rest assured that this is practically straight talk for an elf?]
As for here at its most particular, the orchard is open to everyone. Sit down and take something to eat, you look tired.
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lunafreya | ota
— arrival.
despite her lingering final memories surrounded by the hydraean's power, she knows this is not home nor does it tie alongside its destiny. this is, in fact, something far beyond both her understand and her power. it is with some solace that both pryna and umbra have remained at her side despite being torn from their world and, most importantly, their gods. umbra walks ahead, sniffing at the ground and checking dark corners before allowing her to continue. this leaves pryna at her side, the second of her familiars keeping close and urging her to stop when umbra needed to move ahead.
if she is afraid, it does not show even when umbra growls out a warning toward an approaching sound ahead of them and pryna moves ahead of her in warning. she wears a mask of calmness, relief nevertheless present as it becomes clear that the sound comes not from one of those creatures but another person that looks (seemingly) just as lost as she is in this structure.)
You must forgive them. We have met little on this path aside from those foul creatures. ( she says with a glance over her shoulder to the shadows. ) Are you also lost in these halls?
— exploration.
in the meantime, she cannot simply wander the streets aimlessly with her companions. new clothes were, most importantly, in order and then perhaps learning more to this land. one step at a time, she decides.
it is with that in mind that she can be found going through the shops. searching for something less tattered to wear or tiredly braiding her hair into a rather elegant style, a routine from home to help calm her nerves. her canine companions are never far from her side though they sometimes wander to sniff at new things or peek at whomever might wander close by with pryna sometimes even greeting them with a wag of her tail. super cute, right? otherwise, the trio can be found walking along the roadways with luna still carrying her trident in one hand. although she does not wander into the temples, she cannot deny being drawn to them and linger nearby.
perhaps it made sense that the voice of one world's gods be drawn to the gods of another. )
— wildcard.
arrival;
He glances the woman over to check her condition, just in case the Clinic will be needed.]
No. I come to deliver those newly dragged here out of this wretched colosseum. [He quirks a half-smile.] If your stalwart protectors will permit me.
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adds to the flood of exploring tags
excuse me as i happily drown in them all
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Lavernius Tucker | Red vs Blue | OTA
[What the fuck was happening now?
Still worn out from
griefthe last battle, Tucker had crashed out in his bunk, half drunk and annoyed at the emptiness the Meta's suit had given him. Everyone had been so happy, and some part of him had shared in their joy: pirates defeated, Hargrove captured, global annihilation averted. These teenage soldiers could finally exist the way teenagers should, with romantic melodrama and who was gettin' it on with and massive amounts of self-discovery. No more running off to war. No more dying.Cool. It was just...someone was missing. Someone important wasn't here with them, someone who would make fun of these weak organic bodies that would be riddled with hangovers the next day. Someone who wouldn't congratulate them per se, but would call them dumbasses with a smile hiding in his voice.
So Tucker had gone back to his bunk alone, happy to pass out. But not so happy to wake up--here? JFuckingC, couldn't he ever just have five minutes that wasn't bullshit?
Getting up in unfamiliar grounds, he started to walk around, to see what was going on and what the hell happened. Good start. He just needed to find someone, find a person who could answer some questions--
And that's when he spotted one of them, a nurse that had clearly been working hard, if that tight dirty almost-fetishy dress had anything to do with it. Even with the headache in tow, Tucker succumbed to the grin crossing his lips. Not so bad, not so bad. She lurched a little, but it might just make things better in be--]
Hey, baby, wanna go play doctor somewhere?
[Which should have been the very last question he asked; the first should have been where the fuck am I or where the fuck is my team, but all good things started with ice breakers.
Except this. Because she turned around (along with a few on the sides that he hadn't seen), face covered in old bandages and a knife in her hand. Shit. Shit shit. Taking a step, his eyes staring hard at that blade (not again, not fucking again), one of his hands slapped his hip to try to grab his sword.]
Seriously?! Dude, come on! You could've just said no!
[Let's Go Wandering]
[Great. Just fucking great. While he somehow survived the nightmare fuel that was the nurses, the answers to what was going on was vague at best, bullshit at worse. Other world? A Door? Yeah, whatever. Clearly this was a just a really vivid dream, because shit like this couldn't really be happening, right?
Although, if it was possible, of course he'd find his way into it. That's the way it always seemed lately. He just needed to get home. Somehow. Back to his team (and that included the Reds, even if he didn't say it).
Tucker was still reading this pretty unhelpful guide to this place as he walked blindly along the streets, phone snug in its interesting and slightly badass case. He didn't watch where he was going, but it was pretty hard to miss someone in bright aqua armor. It would probably hurt to accidentally run into him with all that metal...
But that might not stop him from running into you. Look, he's really engrossed in his weird phone, okay? Totally not his fault.]
[Wildcard]
[I'm totally open to anything! Feel free to PM or hit me up on plurk (
arrival!
Not the most intelligent strategy I've seen.
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wandering! i'm tagging you twice fight me
Grrrrr all of the fights!
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portgas d. ace / ota
b) out and about;
c) wildcard;
B
But now, after a bit, he's coming straight toward Ace with deliberation, giving zero shits about the phone. It does, however, make a nice ice-breaker.]
What are you trying to do with it, Portgas D. Ace?
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c. in which it is a combo of both B and A
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Alucard Emery | Shades of Magic | ota
[The first thing Alucard Emery realizes is that this is most certainly not the Spire. He may have had a bit too much to drink last night, but not enough to have found himself in such a place as this. The last place he remembers having been is in the cabin of his ship, and while his crew is a motley lot, they're loyal men. They'd never have sold him out like this.
But of course that does not answer the question as to why he's here. And who these people are for that matter. Though he supposes it does make him feel somewhat better that the rest of them seem to be just as disoriented as he feels.
Alucard runs his hands through his hair and moves to push himself up to stand, when he hears a disgruntled meow from near his feet and glances down to spot a pair of violet eyes gazing up at him from between his boots.]
Esa?
[He bends down and scoops the fluffy white cat up into his arms. Flipping her upside down so that he can run his fingers through the soft fur of her underbelly. It's a practiced movement, and she tolerates it admirably, though Alucard knows enough not to push his luck. Tucking her close against his chest as he turns to look out at the people gathered around them. At their strange and unfamiliar magics. And the bodies on the floor.]
What trouble do you suppose we've gotten ourselves into now?
2. EXPLORATION
[Alucard strikes quite the figure as he walks the streets of the city. The clothes he wears are high style (at least by Red London fashion): a silvery blue coat finished with a black sash, his brassy brown hair pinned back beneath an elegant hat. He has a gleaming sword strapped to his side and a satchel strapped across his back, silver rings gleaming from his ears and his fingers, several silver necklaces hanging around his neck and a saphire glinting from his eyebrow. A fluffy white cat follows along at his heels, oblivious to passers-by. Every step he takes jingles, either from the sword at his side or the jewelry about his person.
To the average passer-by, Alucard seems to be without a care in the world. Internally, the storm is brewing. He's suddenly found himself far from home, far from anyone and everyone he knows. Aside from Esa, of course. And with little understanding of where he is or why, he has equally little understanding of how he can get back. To his ship. To his men. Perhaps not to his family in general, but certainly to Anisa. And to Rhy. Not that that had been an immediate goal, but certainly he'd hoped someday...
A drink. He needs a drink. There has to be a tavern somewhere in this place. Right?]
3. DRINKING
[It takes a bit of effort to locate (that is, assuming no one has pointed out to Alucard how to use a phone just yet), but eventually Alucard manages to find what he is looking for. Relieved to find that wine is wine no matter where he finds himself. He finds himself somewhat taken aback when the man across the board looks as though he's never seen the coin he tries to pay him for his glass, before shrugging and putting it back into his purse.
He finds himself a seat in the back of the room, Esa finding herself a seat draped across the table in front of him. He keeps a hand on the glass even when he's drinking just in case her tail starts to sweep it over -- he's learned this lesson the hard way -- as he finishes off what will likely be his first of many glasses.
He's just taking another sip of his drink when a figure approaches his table. He doesn't even bother looking up at first, simply offering his most jaunty smile into his glass as he murmurs:]
If you're about to tell me this is a cat-free establishment, good luck telling her that.
4. WILDCARD
[Feel free to hit me up via PM or plurk at
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No, I was about to ask if I could pet your cat.
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merle highchurch | its ota lads
[ Merle's not here super long, in all honesty. But here he is for some amount of time. WHAT UP DEMON NURSES. IT'S MERLE, YA BOI.
He's here fresh from his canon update with some gotdang holy cleric magic back at his beck and call after months. He looks like shit, he's down to 9HP, and something something light and sound, he doesn't know. He can't read suddenly unless it's from his Extreme Teen Bible, for magics.
Is Merle casting healing spells like a party cleric? NO. HE CAN'T READ SUDDENLY, AGAIN.
He's on the Sacred Flame train and his dumb lil flying witch broom, being an asshole and attracting more attention from nurses than he maybe should be doing near anybody. Is that a giant Della Reese angel with a sword??? God, yeah, it absolutely is, it's worth it even if she's gone after she's dealt her max damage, because he's missed her. He'll peace out before he like... dies. ]
orchard.
[ I mean.
He was gonna end up here regardless. It's like his whole thing. Nature's always been a reprieve and a pleasure. Happy? Sad? Mad? Doesn't matter. Nature can only improve a mood.
Realistically on his end, he was only even gone for what, a few hours? But he also has to figure they were maybe heading directly into actual death when he turned back up. So you know what, screw it. He missed plain old regular (weird other-planet) nature for those few hours. Merle's gonna find a tree. Take a knee, by a tree, have a chill time, collect some phone cases. Maybe have a "cleric heal thyself" break if he hasn't already.
Hell yeah. ]
Orchard
Are you listening too?
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we are all orchard friends
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Michael J Caboose| Red vs Blue | OTA
[ For someone else, being transported from a moment before a heated battle for survival and suddenly appearing instead in this strange, dismal world would be cause for alarm. But for Caboose? An abrupt change in location is so much part of the plot, he really finds no sense of distress in it. They were there, now they're here.
Except it isn't they, it's he. Everyone else has disappeared, or he has. Wait, what if he never comes back? What if he is disappeared forever? A terrible proposition.
Naturally, the first thing he does is crane his head to look around for signs of where the others -- or he -- might have gone. ]
Hello? HELLO.
[ There is the sound of shuffling, and he moves to investigate, talking idly to himself as he goes. ]
Oh good. Maybe I am not disappeared after all. It could be my friends. Or a new friend I haven't met yet! I like those. It is like Christmas, and you are unwrapping a present without knowing what is inside...
[ The conspiritorial tone he's taken with himself trails off as he sees the figure shuffling towards him, knife in hand. ]
Oh. Oh boy, you, you have a lot of wrapping. Especially on your face. Y'know, I bet that's uncomfortable, d'you maybe want some help? With that.
[ The knife could come in handy. Maybe he should try to take it from her. Politely. ]
[ WILDCARD ]
[ Want something else? Throw something at me and I'll match, or hit me up on plurk at
arrival
Right?
With a hushed voice, she informs him: ] They seem to respond to noise. [ Which she didn't know herself when she first arrived and made a whole mess of things for herself. And on herself, incidentally, because her armor and clothes are splattered with nurse-zombie-blood. Without further ado, the sword in hand swiftly-- and quietly-- impales the nurse before them through the neck, making her already lifeless body collapse to the ground, twitch once or twice, and then go completely still. ] The exit is on the opposite end... [ So either they can clear a path from point A or B or stealth it up. ]
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Sharon da Silva | OTA
[ She could taste the dirt and feel every pebble upon her cheeks when she comes to. It's not like she was all too unused to waking up in strange places. She spent her childhood sleepwalking and, even now, it happens without much warning; that's why they locked all the doors, even still.
Reality drops into place quickly for Sharon as the sweet, sexual moans of the familiar reached her ears. Her heart flickers and stops.
She lifts her head a fraction, taking in the sight of scantily clad, dirited and blinded women. Just like she blinded Lisa. She knows enough now to keep from making too much sound and slowly stands, blue eyes checking for the quickest (and quietest) route to the exit.
Man, why nurses? Great welcome back gift, assholes. ]
II. Need Help?
[ As Sharon makes her way towards the exit, anyone nearby making any amount of noise will be roughly grabbed and dragged along with her, only a quiet shut the fuck up, you idiot being uttered.
Look, she's helping, all right? ]
III. City
[ The first thing Sharon does is duck into a shop, escaping whatever light that may want to burn her pale flesh. She needs to find some sort of ridiculously giant hat or maybe Mello had it right to stick with a hoodie and sunglasses.
She's making a bit of a mess, so please come and assist. It would be nice. ]
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she looks up at the newcomer, only for her eyes to widen in recognition]
...Sharon? You're back? Again?
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Epsilon | open
[ Epsilon shouldn't be here, shouldn't be anywhere after the shit he pulled to help the guys out. And yet here he was, alive and stuck into a human body that he has no freaking clue what to do with. There’s a heart beating in his chest and, in theory, a whole pile of organs working together to keep him alive. Frankly the whole thing is kind of horrifying. His armor was solid and the sniper rifle heavy in his hands. It couldn’t be another memory unit, there was nothing he could do to reach out and reset the scenario to start from scratch. This was... this was real. He was real.
Fumbling for the latches on his helmet, Epsilon wasn’t really paying too much attention to his surroundings, certainly not to the uncanny humanoid figure that was nearby. If he had been, he probably wouldn’t be swearing up a storm as he tried to get his stupid fingers hooked into the helmet release. ]
Stupid fucking helmet- Dammit!
[ Thankfully(?) he has a distraction from the whole not-dead-suddenly-human who can’t get his stupid goddamn helmet off issue in the form of the creepy as fuck nurses that are starting to notice him thanks to the fuss he’s been kicking up. Yay? As a nurse starts making a jerky approach that is really freaking unsettling to watch. ]
Oh, fuck this. [ Out comes the sniper rifle and he aims, or at least looks down the scope like he’s aiming and then fires off a shot at the nurse. She’s not that far away so it isn’t like he could miss, right? Wrong. He misses by at least a couple feet. Fuck! ]
Yeah, that was a... a warning shot! Back off, bitch!
[ He ‘warns’ the nurse a couple more times, which doesn’t do anyone any favors since it only attracts more of them. Maybe he should run before he dies. Again. ]
Exploration
[ Once free of the colosseum Epsilon decides to make the best of a really weird fucking situation and tries to get the lay of the land. He takes a couple minutes to fight with his helmet, finally getting it unsealed with a faint pressurized hiss, giving him his first taste of fresh air. And then he promptly gets distracted by the sight of two suns hanging in the sky overhead. ]
You have got to be kidding me. [ Who needs two suns? Why would anyone live on a fucking planet with two suns? That right there? Is some prime bullshit. Combined with the sand this entire place gives off the feeling of being a real hellhole.
Once he gets over that, he noses through his phone and then after reading the welcome guide he nearly throw the whole thing onto the ground because what the fuck is actually going on?! Doors to another world? He could accept weird alien artifacts and AIs but this… Don’t mind the skinny nerd looking dude in the fancy blue space marine armor, he’s just going to have an aneurysm over the sheer amount of shit he is trying to process. ]
Wildcard
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Exploring
Excuse me, ser? Are you in need of aid?
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Carey Fangbattle | The Adventure Zone: Balance | OTA
[ Well, she sure doesn't remember going to sleep on hard, dusty dirt. She also doesn't remember it being daytime. Or having been outside the last time she was awake.
He senses take a moment to get back to her, and she's hazily pushing herself up into a sitting position and rubbing her head before she surveys her surroundings. But when her eyes turn less hazy, all of her senses snap into alert. She quickly jumps onto her feet and both her hands immediately go for the daggers strapped to her belt.]
What the fuck-
[ She doesn't recognize her surroundings, even a little bit. But it's the creatures roaming around that make her the most nervous - weird, shambling humanoid creatures that look straight out of a horror story. She unsheathes her daggers, eyes darting around, but they don't seem to have noticed her, not yet. And she plans to keep it that way - though coming up with a plan right now isn't exactly easy.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What can she-- she notices a door, an archway outside of this arena. Maybe if she makes her way there, very quietly, very calmly, these things won't attack her... ]
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🗡️Outside the Colosseum🗡️
[ Well, that sure was something. Whatever those creepyass things were, they don't seem to have followed her outside the huge colosseum place. All the better, though she's going to hesitate and peek outside the exit archway before she actually steps foot outside.
So...sand. Lots and lots of sand. And two suns? And...people. She sees people, hanging around outside. And some buildings a little further away. That's a start, maybe she can figure out what the right hell is going on and how did she end up here. And where's Killian? She wasn't in the arena, and she wasn't in the hallways.
When someone who could be considered mildly nonthreatening walks into view of her, she approaches them, raising her hand, now daggerless, trying to catch their attention with a "Hey!" and a handful of questions to ask.
Or maybe you're a friend? If she spots a familiar face, she's quick to go for it, shouting their name.]
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🗡️Around town🗡️
[ In the next following days, residents, old and new and in-between, might spot the blue dragonborn making her way around town, getting the lay of the land, looking into stores, exploring the ruins. She's settled, surrounded by friends, though they're...different.
But she needs to make her own sense of things, ask around, figure out how this place works and plan out her next move. Any move, she guesses? Because this place is kind of really weird and magical and there doesn't seem to be an exit.
Anyone is welcome to approach her - while possibly awkward, she won't shy away from them.]
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The realization startles him hard enough to send him skittering backwards. His hand reflexively settles on the laser gun hanging against his ribs, although he doesn't draw- there's no need if he can manage a quick get-away.
But he, unfortunately, does not have eyes in the back of his head, and he runs himself against a knee-high box planter outside of one of the shops. It's sturdy- long and made from decorative bricks and glass, probably at one time filled with all sorts of interesting, pretty plants. Now it holds nothing but dirt. And Ghoul's butt, once he topples in to it. ) Fuckin' fuck!
2. I appreciate the icon including ghoul getting the shit kicked out of him
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around town GURL
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Party Poison | The True Lives Of the Fabulous Killjoys | closed
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[ Her voice is still distant, muffled, but slightly clearer now that they're not running from horrors of the kind he'd just see when his head was in the wrongest places. He doesn't parse all her words, but he heard his name, and when she's in front of him, he looks up.
He looks up with lost, confused, scared eyes. Unfiltered and unmasked. A look, one would know, he always kept out of eye shot of the little girl he and their family vowed to protect. His own vow, for her sake, for his sake, for their safety, physical, emotional, for the same of it all.
But all of those intricate thoughts have no place here, no active thinking on anything he held close to his chest what it feels was minutes and centuries ago.
And, sadly, maybe the first words that come out of his mouth make it even clearer why there's no place for any of that right now. Not the sole reason, of course, but an added level to all of it. Something that, a while from now, hopefully, should he be there to feel it, he'll entirely regret saying.
The words come quietly, shaky, tone vague.]
....who are you?
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How can you ask that?
[She can't keep the whine out of her voice or the throat-tightening want to cry. Ghoul had known her from the start, even if had taken time to convince each other that anything was real. She hadn't considered, couldn't fathom, the idea that the others wouldn't recognize her on sight. That Party wouldn't. Blame BLI, yes. Be afraid of hallucination, yes. But never to look through her like she was another mask at the roadside.
It would hurt less to be shot again.
She folds her arms over her chest, trying to contain the pit in her heart. One deep breath, then another. She takes a step back. Puts distance between the fragile hold she's had on her sanity since the night she ran out of the lobby and the one person she thought could never threaten it. It has to be a mistake. It has to be some head wound or Confusion messing with his mind. Girl couldn't survive with any other answer.]
It's me. Party, it's me. The lil' motorbaby.
[Please, she thinks. Please.]
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