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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

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.
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[It's arrival day, which means Kyna is prepared to be stopped by the new kids, although she's used to much more panicked reactions than this. The smirk gets a smile back, and she tilts her head.]

If you can convince the gods to start giving you shit like that free of charge, I'm gonna be jealous.

[ There's not a lot that really panics him in general, unless someone he cares about is in pretty serious fucking trouble. He woke up once with his hands tied and a bomb strapped to him, that freaked out a fair bit. But this, by comparison, seems much more manageable somehow. He's a got a few good things going for him, at least: a device he can use to communicate, some food, clothes, people around who seem willing to help, and best of all, he hasn't been shot, stabbed, or blown up yet.

He'll call it a good day.

It's an even better day because a pretty girl is smirking at him. ]

Usually all it takes is my charm and a good drink. Thinking I might need more of that to win them over, though, huh? [ Really, what's the point of taking this too seriously, honestly. ]

I guess it depends on how charming you are. But most of the gods don't give a shit about us, so probably not.

[The gods suck, basically.]

You're new, huh?

Well, you tell me, honey. But you gotta give me a little time, I'm just warming up.

[ He winks a little. Like this is just an ordinary day. ]

And yeah. Brand fucking new. How am I doing so far? Think I'll make it?

[Kyna frowns, crossing her arms as she pretends to consider him carefully.]

You're big enough, so probably. Just don't go nuts or something. Or get eaten by anything.

[ He raises an eyebrow just slightly, amused as she makes an assessment of his odds. ]

There are better ways I can think of to go out than getting eaten by something.

So do you have a place to stay around here?

Yeah.

[She jerks a thumb over her shoulder, vaguely in the direction of the spires.]

I've got an apartment. You pretty much get your pick of the place. Where are you from, anyway?

They just keep piling on the generosity.

[ Getting his pick of any place would mean a whole lot more if he were just about anywhere else, but hey, at least he gets a roof over his head for however the fuck long he's here. ]

You mean lately, or originally? Been uh, on business in Thailand. Pakistan a little while back. New place every few weeks. But originally, Detroit. What about you, honey?

[Okay, Earth. Good to know.]

New York. What do you do for business that you're moving around so much?

[She's nosy.]

I'm a model. One of those fancy magazines.

[ He can't hold the lie for long because he can't keep a straight face. Whoops. ]

Nah, you tell me what you think I do.

[Kyna snorts, grinning.]

Nope, definitely not a model. You're a...

[She pauses, tapping a finger against her lips. She's totally screwing with him.]

Flight attendant. I bet you wear a cute little hat and everything. Maybe a dorky bowtie.

[ Cute. Very cute. He smirks a little, clearly amused. ]

Bowtie's definitely my thing. And for anyone who's extra nice, I slip them the really good snacks and drinks.

[ He does wonder how much he's willing and ready to reveal about what he does. He doesn't have to go into specifics about his missions, he supposes. And what the fuck is she gonna do with that intel here, anyway? He's not compromising anything. ]

For fucking real, though, I work with a uh - group. Kind of outside official military, official government bullshit. Counter-terrorism stuff. All the dangerous shit you never hear about it because we stop it from happening. Mostly.

[Kyna tilts her head again, as though reconsidering him.]

Huh. The military seems pretty popular here.

[There's about a hundred soldiers or former soldiers.]

That sounds pretty cool. And, you know, scary as shit. How'd you even get into that?

Guess this place has a type, huh?

[ He thinks he's funny, sorry. ]

Shitty people with way too many weapons and no brains don't scare me, but they make me real fucking mad.

And they wanted me 'cause they liked my work when I was in Delta Force. Got into that just by being real fucking good at what I do. [ There's a lot of shit in his past he definitely won't go into now, but it's a hell of a lot more complicated than all of that, of course. He'd been kicked out of Delta Force when Opium was planted on him, just a total set-up. His contract killings for the CIA, though, still haunt him to this day. That was more terrifying than anyone shooting at him ever could be. ]

So what did you do in New York?

Like, the best, huh?

[Her lips quirk up. She's assuming he's leaving something out, but she's not going to start digging with someone she just met. But as for his question...]

Okay, so first of all, do you have magic where you're from?

[Because that's a hurdle she's learned she usually has to get past.]

You're fucking right, the best.

[ And honestly, it truly is interesting that a lot of other military types are here. He doesn't know what the fuck it means but good to know there are others who probably have their shit together in a bad situation. ]

If you mean the real magic and not the kind of magic that comes from a perfect night with a perfect girl, then no. [ He wasn't actually going to let that opportunity slip by. ] It's all fiction, like in the movies.

[She can't help but snort at that one.]

Oh God, that was so cheesy. But, uh, it's not fiction where I'm from. There's magic and ghosts and demons and all the shit that half the people here think just comes from scary stories or whatever. So I help run a... team, sort of, that deals with shit like that. Like, breaking curses or killing monsters or whatever.

First, I'd like to think that was just a little charming. In there with the cheesiness. Second - you're telling me your world is like the premise for a really creepy, fucked-up, interesting as hell horror movie? Shit. [ There's at least a ten second pause as he considers all of this. ] Wow. Everything in me is saying that shouldn't be real, but uh, look where the fuck I ended up today, so I guess...yeah, what the hell. I'll believe it.

How does it work, though? You're from New York, but - I mean it's been at least ten years since I've been to the city - it wasn't overrun with stuff out of my nightmares.

[Kyna shrugs, then tucks her hair behind one ear to show him the pointed tip.]

It's just normal. That's how it's always been. Parallel universes or whatever, you know? And it's not overrun, it's just... shit happens sometimes.

I get it. It's the life you know. [ Parallel universes, weird timelines - he'll probably encounter a myriad of strange shit here. He's ready for it. ] So you run a team that breaks curses and shit. You have...uh, magic? You're - [ what are you ] ...something kind of special? I mean you are anyway, just - [ He nods a little at her ear, curious and intrigued. ]

I'm not that special. I'm just a half-elf.

[And those are a dime a dozen where she's from.]

But I do have really awesome ears and kickass magic.

[And she's humble.]

Well. Special to me. You're my first half-elf.

[ Damn she's adorable. ]

Pretty fucking awesome all around, honey. How does your magic work here? They don't...mess with it?

First and coolest.

[Obviously.]

They don't really screw with it or anything. I can't just teleport back home, though.

[Not that she knows that spell anyway, but details.]

Hell yeah.

[ Yes, that's an enthusiastic agreement from him on that front. She's a half-elf with magic, she's got some sass, she knows she's pretty fucking awesome. Oh, yeah. She's definitely the coolest. ]

I mean, sure we all wanna get home, but is it so bad being stuck here with a guy like me around?

[Kyna snorts, shaking her head.]

Unless you're hiding a bunch of curry somewhere for me, yeah, it's still shitty.

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