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hadriel_logs2018-04-10 08:49 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-04-10 08:49 am
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Intro Log: Wiggle Wiggle Wiggle
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks, death worms, business as usual
What: The intro log for April
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-14th
Warnings: New folks, death worms, business as usual
Welcome to Hadriel! As a surprisingly number of people have before, you wake up on the ground of the colosseum, a sky with two suns stretched above you. Those suns all by themselves might be a sign that you're somewhere new - but if not, don't worry. You'll figure it out pretty fast, and possibly with a bit of pain.
Feel free to walk around the colosseum a bit to try and get your bearings, but keep an eye on the ground. Along with the new arrivals, the Door has pulled in some Mongolian death worms. These not-terribly-cute creatures are several feet long, can spit poison, and if that wasn't enough they can let off electrical shocks as well - enough to stun you so they can take a nice big bite. Maybe you'd better go upstairs for awhile?
But hey, don't worry. If you find that you stink of fear and need to cover that up, the Door has provided for you. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a number of interesting and delightful scented candles.
Once you think things are safe, feel free to leave whatever bit of safety you've found. You can 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 April 10th-14th.
► 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!
Speakeasy mingle. | OTA
Of course, anyone is free to just help themselves to food and refreshments instead. The music from the jukebox on the stage plays louder than ever, over a flashing dancefloor with multicolored tinsels and a disco ball hanging overhead. Lights sparkle over the party scene, giving the room a much more lively feel, and the usual calm of the Speakeasy is much more vibrant than normal hours.
If you're bored, then dance. Take a place on the stage and sing horribly in front of your drunk friends so they can make fun of you later. Have a drink at the bar, which has a combination of self-serve options and a bartender where sometimes Rey may or may not be serving drinks. Help yourselves to some bottles of wine accompanied with pourers in the shape of various animal heads that are either horrifying or amusing. And if dance and partying isn't your thing, wander no further than the stairs leading to the upper Casino floor, with a variety of games and even an arcade machine to pass the time.
Or just drop in and say hello to someone.
[ooc: This is the monthly Welcome Dance Night! Consider this an open mingle thread for old and new characters. Tag in, tag out, hit up your friends or meet new people. Assume that this is set around the 12th.]
Hugh Argyros | OTA!
Hugh doesn't do uncomfortable. So - at least for now - he's planted himself at the bar, pounding back drinks at a slightly alarming rate when he isn't busy tooling with his fuckawful gaudy prosthetic arm, doing general maintenance in a low-key desperate grab for something familiar. The layout is... wrong, kind of, there's too many fingers and they don't quite move the way fingers should, but it seems to work well enough when he handles his drink or picks at something deep-fried and terrible for him. ]
You know, [ he says to the person on his right, congrats pal you're in a conversation now, ] it's almost worth the trip to wherever the hell this is just to eat something that isn't kale.
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Rey. | OTA
The good news is, she is no longer plagued with the personality of the hard-ass Russian that had taken the helm the previous month, and her disposition is much less despondent than it has been in recent history. For most, however, she is simply one of a handful of others just doing her job.
That is, until she takes the more frequent breaks than usual, and that's the bad news. At times she'll trip, or start to, until she somehow manages to balance herself before landing flat on her face. Most might be ill-advised to try to catch or help steady her, being a 320lbs tank who looks like she should probably weigh about half that much. Otherwise, it's best to just let her sink or swim.
Fun fact: It turns out that you don't exactly get to undergo the synthetic's equivalent of a fucking brain surgery and expect to be dancing the next day. The 'shocks' got real old real quick the most, feeling like a sharp jolt has seared from skull to her whole body more often than she'd ever like, until her legs buckle before she realizes what's happening.
During those times, she's better off just sitting down than trying to run the show. And so she does throughout most of the night. Only rather than seeking solitude in the cellar at the bottom of several bottles, she's slumped in a booth, forehead pressed to the table before her while making passing irritated grunts to those that seem to address her.
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Laura Palmer / OTA (cw: sexual reference)
for once, she's not wearing one of her little black dresses. she's in a yellow sundress and she's loving it. between getting the better of a demon for the second time, some quality time with friends, and getting laid, she's feeling no pain for a change and she wants to spread the good vibes.
the jukebox is playing a song she's not familiar with, but dancing to it seems easy enough. which mostly seems to be jumping up and down in tune to the rhythm, arms waving in the air.
feel free to dance with her or call her back to the bar to mix you a drink. or just say hello! she's open to anything]
handsome jack / ota
Most of the time, Jack sticks to games where he can calculate the odds — he's pretty good at blackjack, no pun intended, and he'll always join in a game of poker if one happens to be starting up with an open chair — though maybe someone should ask him to take off that mask. It's probably helping him bluff somehow, right?
If you're not into poker maybe you can watch him take a spin on the roulette wheel. He's had some good luck recently with this new batch of arrivals and he's interested to see if it carries through. Black and he'll be cursing; red and he'll be buying everyone a round of drinks.
Even later he's back downstairs, at a stool by the bar that is practically becoming a regular seat for him nowadays. He's heckling some drunk singer because he's kind of drunk himself. ]
You suck! Get off the stage!
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cecily trevelyan ; ota
You can't get her to sing, but she will dance, should someone drag her out of her seat and to the floor. In the meantime, though, she has a nice buzz going and seems to be fairly content with her life choices, smiling vaguely as she swirls the liquid within her glass. ]
Sometimes I miss the predictability of a tavern bard. [ She sighs, glancing to whoever has taken up the mic lately. ] At least they take requests.
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Atem ☆ ota
How's Hadriel treating you so far? 「If you're a newbie. Or, if you're a regular...」
How many of these have you had...?
「But Atem's mains duty is not at the bar, but upstairs, at the casino. Where he might be found chilling, solving with incredibly ease countless games of Solitaire in their different versions, playing at the arcade, maybe, and even practicing how to toss the dices, yes, there is a technique for that to always get what you want, the little cheat...
Are you ready to be beaten at ... any of these games? Please have a seat.
He constantly looks at the stairs, as if he were waiting for someone to arrive, maybe he is.」
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Edgar Portsnel | OTA (will match the format)
Edgar's not entirely new to the bars and pubs. He's visited plenty of them in his own world with varying luck despite not having any real interest to the alcohol itself. It was the people who drew him there, making the the place worth to visit. And that's exactly what makes him approach the speakeasy of Hadriel.
It's no surprise that he faces zero difficulties with getting inside. The place might have management but from what he understood there was no real authority, no one to held the responsibilities. Which suits him just fine, it makes it easier for him to slip in without a worry.
He's not only about a head shorter than the most of customers but his bright blue eyes, rosy cheeks along other youthful characteristics make him stand out in the crowd like a sore thumb. But he doesn't let that to bother him as he walks around the place with casual steps, like there was nothing strange about him being there. As long no one else was bothered by his presence he wouldn't be either.
But one thing stays the same: he doesn't touch the alcohol at all. In fact he barely orders anything from the bar during the hours he spends in the speakeasy, only a cup of tea once or twice. He can be seen sitting on a stool right next to the counter, not too close to the staff serving customers. He's doing what he does the best, observing and keeping an eye out for those people who'll strike as interesting to him. Luckily, Hadriel hadn't failed him so far with that.
I want to hold them like they do in Texas plays
Of course, staying put in the lower floor can only be so interesting. Especially when there was lot more to explore in the place. After watching people partying and singing for some time he gets up from his stool and makes his way to the stairs leading to the casino and once he's at the top a delighted grin spreads to his face. Oh! This looks very promising.
He circles around the room for a bit, walking with soft steps and staying out of the sight in the shadows as he watches other people play. Then after a few moments he sets down on a lonely table with a pack of cards. He lays the cards on the table properly to start a match of a solitaire. It might not be the most exciting game in the world but it suits him just fine, at least it'll give him something to do while keeping eye on the people.
Once he sees a person to walk close by or even looking at his way, Edgar looks up from his table with an inviting smile on his face.
"Care to join me?"
o hai - 2
well looks who's there :>
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damien scott | open to all!
Hell of a fucking welcome party.
[ That's the first thought in his mind as he wakes up - in wherever the fuck he is - and gets his bearings quickly. No time to waste on trying to figure out how the hell he got here, and why, but he'll make damn sure whoever's in charge knows how he feels. A little politeness isn't unreasonable, even in a kidnapping situation. And as kidnappings go, he's seen worse-- ]
What the fuck is that?
[ Okay, maybe not. A giant worm that looks like it could kill him? Yeah, that's gonna top most of the other shit he's been through. Any other time he would have had his weapon on him, but he'd just been fucking sleeping. Dammit. He ducks behind a column and starts looking for a way out. Hey, can anyone loan him a weapon? Maybe? ]
B. STORES
[ When he makes a clean break of the Colosseum, Damien finally reaches for the phone that somehow randomly ended up in his pocket. It's the least strange thing about this place so far, though, and he's assuming it's either full of some fucked up games and pictures, or it's a mercy offering and he'll have a way to actually talk to someone. The guide is the first thing he reads through though, and he can't help smirking a little darkly. ]
Had no idea I was in for such a good time.
[ Sarcasm, of course. But before anything else, he does want to check out one of the stores, and he tucks the phone away for now, kneeling down to start picking through what's available. Not paying attention to whether or not anyone else is nearby, he just talks to himself out loud. ]
Hey, I'll take the food and the clothes, but I need a good weapon more than anything.
[ He keeps rummaging through, though, seeing what he can find, even if he has to make his own weapon. ]
C. HOUSING DISTRICT
[ Just because he's checking out a place to hold up for a while doesn't mean he's just "okay" with all of this. He can go along with most things, he can have all kinds of shit thrown at him and roll with it pretty well - he has to, in his line of work - but all of this is a little...beyond. Maybe this is a crazy ass fevered dream of some kind, who knows. But while he's here, he'll make the best of it and survive.
Turning to someone who happens to be walking by, he smirks a little. ]
Think they'll take requests? Kind of always wanted a house with a bay window and a front porch.
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Of course, let me go check in the back for you, that's where we usually keep all the artillery. [ and then she laughs at her own joke. shouldering her bag of supplies (mostly food), she follows the sounds of rummaging to see who the other voice belongs to.
he's more handsome than she was expecting, and she flashes him a smile. ] What kind of weapon are you looking for?
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Shit dude, you're speaking my language. I don't suppose you've seen anything lying around?
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c!
If you can convince the gods to start giving you shit like that free of charge, I'm gonna be jealous.
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c.
She's out of her armor, has been for some days now, and there is still a naked feeling with it. She isn't expecting to be spoken to, and perhaps had she had her full armor on, he might not have. It's fairly impressive. Carolina does pause though, before giving a snort.]
Good luck with that.
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Hmm. I'm not sure what you would call something like that. Perhaps the sandworms of lore?
[Unlike Damien who is running, though, Yukari's approaching the beast with a slow and steady grace.
Then, in a blink, Yukari unsheathes his sword and sends a massive, crackling surge of Green Electricity into the monster. Consider it lucky that he's on your side, Damien.
With the beast thrashing about as it screeches, Yukari then proceeds to slice it through.]
Well, are you coming? You want a way out, don't you?
[Still perhaps-too-calm about this situation, Yukari heads over to where he saw Damien go into hiding.]
If you don't hurry, more will probably come.
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Seto Kaiba | A and C open
[Kaiba’s first thought was that this must be a Solid Vision Hologram. They were always being tested at KaibaCorp, but he didn’t know what project this setting could possibly be for. He stood still as he took in the environment, not wanting to give whoever was projecting it the satisfaction of getting a reaction.
He glanced down sharply at the ripple in the ground several yards away, but didn’t move more than widening his eyes when the large worm exploded from the ground and then back down. Impressive interaction with the environment…not that he was going to tell whoever programmed it that. ]
Play time is over. Turn this off immediately.
B. Housing – Closed to Mokuba
[For someone who hated anything mystical, Kaiba sure did get sucked into it often enough. Fortunately, this meant that he’d learn how to deal with them to a point. The most important thing was to assess the immediate threats and take care of them. Once those were handled, he could focus on everything else with a clear mind and find the obvious explanations and solutions everyone else had missed.
The immediate threats now were the worms coming up from the ground and the heat from dual suns. Both of which could be solved by being indoors. The buildings and double suns could look as stupid as they wanted to, for now. He’d deal with it after making sure Mokuba was safe.
He’d just completed a look around the house he’d found to confirm it was empty. With one last glance out a window, he turned back to his brother. ]
Are you okay?
C. Anywhere around town
[He’d left the colosseum, made sure Mokuba was safe, and read the guide. Not that the guide was useful, just a story about incompetent “gods.” No, Kaiba knew he’d have to figure this place out for himself rather than trust writing of someone with dubious sanity.
He won’t initiate any conversations, but there’s an obvious newbie walking around near the shops glaring at the buildings, ground, and sky like they’ve insulted him.]
DIBS ON COLOSSEUM!!!
It's fine, no problem, because from its side there is this other guy that approaches, fast, weilding a rather simple sword in his hands and slices through the worm, making it wriggle and roar in pain, forcing it to retreat back to the ground. This guy turns to howl at the other--」
Move--! 「--and he freezes on the spot, his sword still held high. Now, that's a face he hasn't seen in months.」
Kaiba...?!
「It takes him a moment to react again. His features hardening again, his grip around the blade's handle tightening.」
You have to get out of here!
Cause priorities
kaiba pls
pls beat you in a children's card game? Okay
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trolling time
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C!
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wow, let's try closing my html tags this time
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c!!!
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Rose | OTA!
B.
[Ravine is nowhere near normal. For instance, it doesn't matter the time of day -- she is always out. The living need sleep and sustainence, while the dead tend to not. While the living are usually confined to the limitations of physical boundaries, the dead pass through most things.
[So she doesn't need a reason to be walking beyond such boundaries of the physical, watching newcomers pass through the Door and familiarize themselves with their new lives. Truth be told, Ravine is a frequent voyeur -- and it seems that she is not the only one with a penchant for such habits.]
You getting an eyefull? [Ravine finally announces herself from the adjascent darkness, the street shadows cast by the apartment structures shifting as only the golden-eyed stare of a phantom can be seen, surveying the other silhouetted figment.
[Sup.]
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b!
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Angel | OTA
[ When Angel wakes on the hard colosseum floor (before she opens her eyes, that is) is that she feels as though she hasn't slept so soundly in years. An immense weight lifted from her shoulders, the absence of pain she had become so used to she forgot the exhausting toll it took on her body.
Then everything comes back in a rush and her eyes snap open-- the Vault Hunters finally making it to the control core, them blasting open the tubes of eridium sustaining her, the feeling of her life draining away as it was all finally, blessedly over-- why could she open her eyes at all? She had- she should be- she sits up and to take in her surroundings.
But before she's noticed more than the dual suns in the sky (before she can appreciate seeing real sky for the first time in a near decade) something big and ugly is moving only a few feet away from her and she's scrambling away from the definitely-not-a-species-from-pandora-but-just-as-nasty-looking creature with a yelp. ]
ii. the road to hell- i mean heck- is paved with good intentions
[ After that very rude awakening, Angel has finally made it outside the colosseum walls and into the city proper, wandering the dilapidated streets as she's given the chance to finally think about and question what's going on. She should be dead, shouldn't she? She's sure she died, so it stands to reason that this is what? The afterlife? That would explain her grim surroundings, she knows someone like herself wasn't going to end up somewhere pretty amongst her namesake.
To anyone who passes by her, she'll likely seem dazed, confused and lost in thought while simultaneously overwhelmed by the vastness around her. The chances of her bumping straight into someone are high if they're not watching their own step. ]
iii. wildcard
Got something particular in mind? Hit me up in my PMs or on plurk!
ii
They always found their way out, wandering lost through new streets. That was always the same. But the hurts were different. That was the same too.
He watches and listens for a moment, unseen before he reveals himself, coming seemingly out of nowhere but he has to ask.]
Are you listening too?
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ii \o/
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keyleth | ota
two— temple(s)
wildcard—
temples!
Uh... Sorrow? Yeah. Why? Are you sightseeing?
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colosseum!
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Timothy Lawrence | OTA
[Timothy Lawrence wakes from uneasy dreams to find that
he has been turned into a giant cockroachhe's laying in the middle of a... colosseum? And there's two suns overhead just blazing down on his ass, halfway blinding him because yeah, okay, one sun is sufficient, two is overkill. It's probably a miracle that he's not sunburned yet.]Ugh, jeez. [He shields his eyes with a hand and sits up.] Where the hell--
[When he sits up, he is face-to-probably-face with some ugly motherfucker that he can only describe as a thresher with fewer tentacles. Which, like, is an improvement on a thresher, but only barely, because those bastards are terrible.]
[The thing opens its hideous maw. Tim yelps and slaps it.]
Nope!
[He digs his heels into the ground and scoots back, away from the gross monster worm thing, and once he has a little distance, he scrambles up to his feet. The worm was apparently startled and confused enough by the fact that it got slapped that it doesn't immediately come after him, and he fumbles to draw his pistol.]
Nope, nope, freakin' nope, you know what I am not dealing with today? [There we go, got it out. Tim points it at the worm.] This!
[He shoots it. Like, multiple times. Always double tap, kids, you really want to make sure these things are super dead.]
Oh, wow, that's... really gross.
[Like busting open a wet paper bag full of... guts. Ew.]
B. Makin' my way downtown - Around Town
[Okay, so he's on another murderplanet. And there are terrible worm things that want to eat him. Awesome, okay, this isn't exactly new but it's, like. Getting really old? And, fine, Elpis was technically a murdermoon and not a murderplanet, but that's just semantics. The point is, he's getting really tired of awful monsters wanting to take a bite out of his surgically-altered ass.]
[At least none of the people are yelling about meat bicycles and trying to make pizza out of his face? It's a small comfort.]
[So Tim sets out into the city proper to... do something. Find coffee, maybe? He's horribly under-caffeinated right now, but he has very low hopes about finding anything, and he's also kind of on-edge about that whole lack of psychoes trying to eat his face thing. He keeps expecting one to like jump out of the nearest box, yelling something about nipple salads.]
[Tim passes by a shop window, the the glass is reflective enough that he can see his own image in it. He stops and looks, then sort of squishes his cheeks with both hands and sighs.]
Dear diary, it's day number fuck it. I still have the face of an asshole.
C. Deuces, Jacks, and the man with the axe - wildcard
(Hit me up on discord or plurk if you want anything in particular!)
B.
So far though there hasn't been a hint of anyone that she knows, and considering the way that their armor looks (and some of their personalities), there might have been word around town about it. As it is, she's on the move, at least until his words drift over, and there likely is a perplexed expression that reflects in the glass near him as Carolina shoots him a look.]
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doflamingo | ota
i. CORRIDA CORRIDA; colosseum.
( It's not Dressrosa, no.
But nor is it a Marine ship headed for Impel Down, and for that, it has its virtues. Promise.
He doesn't have any time to dwell on these virtues, however; it's terribly hot
and he's not looking very good in his prisoner get-up.There's many among them, in various states of distress and battle, and at this a grin spreads over his face.
This is a constant, this is familiar, that violence.
A worm comes up through the dust of it all, baring its teeth and hunger; he's quick to react as ever, though he's pained. The invisible strings he's come to master extend from his fingertips, attaching right to the worm.
And then he flips it around, puppeting it right over to someone with their back turned, just a couple yards away. )
Oi, oi! Watch out!
( He doesn't even try to hide his laughter, really. )
ii. COME A LONG WAY; just around.
( It occurs to him ... Now that he's out of the colosseum, where the hell does a ten-foot tall
Godpirate go to get some proper clothes here, clothes that aren't itchy prisoner pajamas?It's not too much of a priority, either way; if anyone asks, they'll just get shot, he's never been one for embarrassment.
He keeps to his phone anyway, that weird device he's never seen before; his strange gait and clothes making him more of an attraction than any one person should have the right to be. )
colosseum.
he freezes on the spot.
No. No, it can be. Atem doesn't need a presentation card to know who this little (it's just an expression, ok) jerk is. The only thing he can think about is that he's so damn glad he already set Kaiba and Mokuba on their way out of the colosseum, who the hell cares what happens to him, really? Not him, that's for sure, as long as those he cares about are okay. But he doesn't even have a sword anymore, or, he does, only, it's not exactly in good shape after having fended against one of those worms' poison, it will have to do.
But what can he even do against this guy? Maybe someone who has never seen him in action wouldn't notice, but Atem does, he can see the shine of those strings bending the monster to his will, just like those of the birdcage from Law's nightmare.
Be smarter, that's all he can do now. Atem knows him, Doflamingo doesn't, there is his advantage already. For the first time since he (accidentally) crushed Love's blessing, he, somehow, can feel himself drawing power from it, all he possibly can, he'd rather not take his chances with Doflamingo. There is absolutely nothing irregular about him that makes that evident, however, the mark of the so-called god covered by his current clothes.」
Hey, what about a little help, big guy! I bet you can take that down in a second!
「Please, just... please. At least the kid is capable enough to keep his face amiable enough, rather than painted in absolute terror. He's always been good at laughing in the face of danger.」
Re: colosseum.
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coliseum LET'S DO DIS
YEAAAA BUDDY sorry it took a bit fbhjgf
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Jon Snow ✥ OTA MOSTLY
S T R E E T S
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CLOSED TO DAENERYS -- CONT'D FROM TDM
Her response soothes his bristling honor -- to an extent. It's strange that he feels the old impulse to defend himself, to prove that he isn't what people who don't know him might assume him to be. He speaks more gently now.
"They don't have bastards in Essos? The Northerners would never have made me their king if any of my brothers still lived. They did it because I fought to take Winterfell back from the Boltons." A halting pause, and he adds, as an explanation, "The Boltons made the North bleed. They made my family bleed. They were Lannister creatures in the end."
That doesn't quite explain it, doesn't touch on the cruelty or brutality of the Boltons in general and Ramsay Bolton in particular, or the fact that he doesn't think Ramsay would have hesitated to put a dagger in even a Lannister if he had seen some benefit in it, but it's a beginning.
Are he and Sansa close? They weren't when they were younger, before she went down to King's Landing and he went to the Wall. They've been closer these last few months than ever before -- by necessity, traveling around trying to muster support -- and he trusts her enough to have left her as regent. But he wonders what she's told Daenerys of the recent past in Westeros.
He begins to say that Margaery Tyrell is dead, that she died at the Sept of Baelor, but it strikes him again: further in time. It's puzzling, but it seems that it may be the answer to other questions that may rise.
And if Daenerys has spoken to both Sansa and Tommen's queen at any length, she may understand more than he expects her to.
"You can take me to my sister soon enough, but I'm pleased to speak with you, Your Grace. You say you've been trapped here for some time -- " (he catches the tight jaw, the frustration, and knows how it feels to have a monumental journey halted and diverted -- knows how it is to feel tied to somewhere with no escape in sight, come to that) " -- and you called this place Hadriel. How far from home are we? It would have taken me six weeks to reach Dragonstone."
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❤ ❤ ❤ Changing it up and going with II this time~ :3
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Vex'ahlia | ota
[ The brightness of the sun is what wakes her up first - she shields her eyes at first, only to have it dampened by a massive bear head that is trying to lick at her to wake her up. Trinket moans woefully - the smells are different here, though not unlike what they've just been through - monsters and battle and exhausting war. She's tired, she's sore. For a moment she thinks this is a dream, and she's back at home in Whitestone and everything is good.
But she remembers Vecna, the battle, resurrecting her sister and - she shoots up, past her beloved bear and climbs to her feet. This isn't home. They're not near Vasselheim or anything that resembles it. Was this Vecna's last triumph? Had they missed this contingency?
Breathe, she tells herself. There's no need to be frightened for the moment. She has her weapons, she has Trinket. ] Let's go find the others, hm?
[ If they're here, she doesn't add. ]
[ Streets ]
[ She keeps Trinket within arms reach of her, just in case. She doesn't trust this new place. Why would she, after everything they've put up with? With the things that Vecna could do? She wishes she's found Pike. Or Keyleth. Then they could at least figure out what plane they're on. Then things might make a bit of sense.
Trinket nudging her familiarly pushes her out of her thoughts, and she rifles around in a few of the pockets she had for some dried meat for him, only to pull out something she doesn't recognize. It's a phone, but she doesn't know that. The most advanced things in her world are magic and Percival's weapons.
She'd kill to see him right now too. ] Well this is unexpected.
Streets
[But as he turns a corner, he spots Trinket before he recognizes Vex. A giant bear is a bit hard to mistake, after all - a giant bear wearing bulette armor, even more so. It's the obvious next step to recognize Vex, and he sighs in relief as he steps quicker, and then quicker still, breaking into a half-run as he finds himself just so relieved to see someone he knows, especially her.]
Vex, Trinket! You're here - are you all right?
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Stan Uris | Open
[ Stan doesn't want to wake up, not to a world that there is two suns and he's in a strange place. But he's awake -- or at least he thinks he's awake as he starts to wander around the area. It's not long before he sees one of the strange worms, that are just as unnatural as the two suns are. ]
Son of a bitch.
[ He curses, slightly uncharacteristic for him when it becomes clear that these worms are nothing to be trifled with. He starts to back away from the worm that's taken a clear interest in him, feeling panic rise in his chest but his feet are picking up to run just yet.
Then, he's shocked by the worm and he can't even back away slowly anymore. I'm a goner, he thinks somewhere in the back of his mind. ]
[ 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
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[ A voice calls a warning, and then a sword splits the worm neatly in two, revealing a man behind it, wielding a longsword in one hand and a dagger in the other ]
This way now - hurry! They won't pursue outside the gates.
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Percival de Rolo ¤ OTA
[Whatever this place is, it's definitely not where Percival expected to find himself when he stepped through the door of the mansion. Instead of a magically-induced harsh winter landscape contained in a rough canyon, he's suddenly... It reminds him of bits and pieces of many different places he's seen: a little of Vasselheim, a touch of the general space of Marquet, perhaps even a dash of Whitestone around the edges in the way this place seems to have crumbled, possibly through time but rather more likely through violent ends. He starts picking his way to the collapsed end of the ...pit? Something like the Crucible, of a similar purpose at least, but he wants to inspect that structural damage and see if it corresponds to the usual effects of a explosion, and he takes in other clues about the area as he moves. Twin moons he's used to, but twin suns is a new experience, and he wonders for a second if he'd wandered back to the Plane of Fire through some magical mishap, their quick journey before had been so obscured that it was possible that place had two suns and they just hadn't noticed-]
[A second is all he gets. The ground rocks beneath him and his legs push to the side almost before his brain can even register the movement, so primed for something is going to try to kill you that it's almost a relief when it happens. Fighting he can do, fighting he understands, and he draws his gun as the ground continues to shake and a rumbling shoots up all around him and...]
Ah. That's a new one, then.
[At least it isn't as big as the ones that had ambushed them in Brimscythe's abandoned lair - no chance of being swallowed whole. Bracing himself against a piece of rubble to block any attacks from the back, Percy aims, breathes, and shoots at the monster almost point blank.]
( City in General )
[The city is everything he's absolutely not prepared for, and even for all that he likes to remain collected, composed, and not share how off-balance he is much more often than he'd like to admit, something like this is bound to bowl him over. His eyes are wide with wonder as he moves aimlessly, for once without a plan (a magnificent rarity), trying to take everything in at once and utterly failing. The entire city is constructed in a way he'd never imagined, built around the functionality of shaped he'd never considered using in the way the architects here have clearly specialized in. He's elegantly dressed and obviously armed, but for the moment he looks like the biggest tourist this place has ever seen.]
[And it must be preserved. Keeping a quarter eye open for any other people, especially any of his little family, Percy hastily digs his sketchbook out of his pocket, stick of graphite following, and flips the pages hastily through to the first blank one he sees. Leaving a space at the top to fill in the name of the place later, he begins laying down lines, shadows, curves, anything and everything needed to document what he's seeing. His hand moves steadily as he glances up and back to the page as he sketches, a copy of one of the buildings blooming under his fingers, a bit quick and messy but insanely accurate, especially for how fast he's going. When he's done, he makes a quarter turn to his right and picks another building to record in the same manner.]
colosseum!
This is the same sound, and it stuns Vax out of his almost sleepy waiting, makes him sit up and actually look around. It doesn't take long before he sees it: the shock of white hair, the swirl of a familiar cloak, and immediately Vax grabs Whisper, throws it across the arena so that it sinks deep into the worm corpse. A second later, he follows its trajectory to land in front of Percy —
— and unintentionally lands in worm guts. Ew. That's going to be difficult to clean later. His poor Boots of Haste— Not what's important right now, and Vax shoves the dagger back into his belt as he surges forward to grab Percy's arm, staring at him disbelievingly. ]
Freddy? Is that really you?
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