Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

[hadrielmods]

What: The intro log for May
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: May 10th-14th
Warnings: Flying monkeys! New friends! Prosthetic limbs!

Here in Hadriel, we do introductions right. That means dumping you on the ground of an old Roman-style Colosseum with a bunch of scary monsters and also a bunch of weird shit. Your monster of the day happens to be Winged Monkeys, more commonly known as flying monkeys, from the Wizard of Oz and affiliated stories!

As you may have been able to guess, these creatures can fly and they're rather intelligent- intelligent enough to wield spears and daggers as crude weapons and strong enough to pick someone right up off the ground and fly with them to a perch, where they'll... you know, stab them with their knives and stuff.

Why? We don't know. It's Hadriel.

Just in case you lose a couple of limbs in the process of escaping these critters, we've got you covered. Scattered around the newbies are prosthetic limbs for various body parts. These limbs are all fully functional, even if they look a bit... odd, so if you've lost an arm or two, or a leg, or even a pinkie finger, feel free to grab one and try to figure out how to use it!

Good job dealing with those monkeys! It's kind of a weird thing to be threatening, but clearly someone was afraid of them once. Once you're done, 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 May 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!

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boss | ota

[ruletheworld]

A. Coliseum

Okay. Let's take inventory here. What's the last thing Boss remembers? Anything that helps with the current situation?

... Birthday party in the spaceship. Kinzie's. No. That doesn't explain shit. Wait... Ouija board. Hell portal. Holy shit she's going to kill Matt... When she finds him. Right now there's more pressing issues at hand - Like these flying monkeys? Yeah, that's a problem. Good thing she didn't seem to lose anything when she fell through dimensions? Space? Time? Whatever the hell happened.

... Although, the limbs scattered around the coliseum are a fair bit more interesting and accessible than the knife and gun she has holstered. Sorry-not-sorry to anyone who may have actually needed it, but Boss scoops up that advanced tentacle prosthetic and wields it with confidence, striking a monkey out of the air like a fast ball.


B. Houses

[ Alright, so after brutalizing some winged primates she did browse the welcome guide. A little. Somewhat. Look, she got the gist of it, and that's all she needs. Blah blah, stuck here, blah blah get settled bluh bluh whatever - She saw the map with housing on it and that's her priority. Can't get started without marking some territory first, right?

In fact, it's such a priority that she doesn't bother stopping anywhere else first. She's still covered in blood and dragging a prosthetic limb with her as she beats on doors. Hey, some of them she even opens to peek inside, if they aren't locked. ]

Open the fuck up! [ Manners and hospitality aren't her strong suit. ] I haven't had a proper shower in ages, don't make this harder than it has to be.

[abyssalarcana]

[Okay, a visitor? Visitors aren't something Caedra ever has. Not unless they're invited. Most everyone here knows to stay far, far away - and the ones who don't already know that usually steer clear of the surrounding thicket of thorned vines that ring her house about fifty feet out in all directions.

Most don't ever actually try to walk through them. If they did, they would realize they're completely an illusion, entirely lacking substance.

Caedra snorts in frustration, initially opting to ignore whoever it is at the door, except it persists. With shouting. Making it completely impossible to focus. So she throws her pen at the door.

There's a loud thwack! and then moments later, she stomps over to retrieve it, and throws the door open as she does so to see who the fuck is so insistent. And - okay, covered in blood, that's not normally something she'd find strange but the people here don't seem to tear themselves to pieces often and she certainly takes notice with a raised eyebrow. Not to mention, you know, the arm.]

What - did you tear apart one of the constructs?

[Because that's what it looks like. And if so? Major bonus points. Caedra remains in the doorway, trying to block this woman from shoving her way in.]

language warning i apologize for her everything

[ruletheworld]

[ Yeah, sorry. It's not that easy to chase Boss off, and honestly? It only makes her dig her heels in more. Sorry, you don't want her being here, big fuck-off vines? That sounds like an invitation.

Boss stands a little straighter, crosses her arms like she's expecting some kind of confrontation after she hears something hit the door, and waits. ]

A wh - Fuck no? I beat off a bunch of apes. [ Wait. Back up. ] To death. I - Look, you know what baseball is? I played that, but with monkey balls. [ ... ] It's not my fuckin' day, just let me in.

I mean same, always, forever for so many reasons

[abyssalarcana]

[The clarification on the type of beating helps but only because Caedra is still slowly picking up on the slang some of these people use. And what the fuck else is- no.]

You're new, aren't you.

[If the Boss is attentive, she'll notice that black liquid seems to emerge from Caedra's wrist. It quickly pours down her hand and forms itself into the shape of a fine and very sharp-looking rapier.]

[ruletheworld]

[ Oooookay. Her threshold for bullshit may be pretty high right now, but somehow Caedra's managed to surpass it. ]

What gave it away? [ Her eyes are steady on that sword she just manifested, her own grip tightening on the prosthetic arm. She's ready, just in case this turns from casual home invading banter to assault. ]

[abyssalarcana]

[Welcome to Caedra.]

The fact that you're at my door.

[But, ugh. Newbies will be newbies and she's trying to keep from killing any of them for now. At least until they move and she gets a chance to establish herself in wherever they end up. She'll figure something out then. Without taking her eyes off the woman in front of her, she gestures with the tip of her sword to the prosthetic arm.]

Where'd you say you got that, again? Flying monkeys?

[ruletheworld]

[ Alright. Shit. Boss tips her chip up and gives a thoughtful nod at that one. Point one to Caedra, that's... That's probably... Yeah can't really argue that one. ]

Was the the whole deal with the vines? Thought that shit was kinda unwelcoming. You need a new gardener. [ Huh. Makes sense. Boss shrugs and tries to lean this way and the other to peer around Caedra's shoulders. ]

Yeah - Whole bunch of 'em... They made a great crunch when you smack 'em the right way.

[abyssalarcana]

[That snide remark doesn't sound worth responding to.

Caedra's short stature makes it easy to look past her, though she doesn't look like she's all that pleased about the action, as she takes a step forward, getting very much in the taller woman's personal space. Behind her, though, in the living room, there's not a whole lot visible. The interior is sparse - a couch, a coffee table, and a lime-green pleather bag that seems to be full of lidded jars, based on what's visible through the open zipper. On the table and in a messy stack beside the bag are sheets of paper and a few pens, and the pages are covered in foreign text and circular diagrams in a variety of colors.

As annoyed at she is by the intrusion, this one might fit well into Caedra's plans, and she regards the blood-covered woman curiously as she describes her assault on the monkeys.]

I'm not sure how the arm fits into that. But you look like you know how to fight. What's your name?

[ruletheworld]

[ Judging by the decor? The place is pretty well put together (By Saint standards, at least). A little weird, a touch uh... Occult, in a way that reminds her of Kinzie's inner sanctum. Aw, memories!

Eventually Boss's focus drifts back to the woman in front of her and she just kind of chuckles. ]

Oh, no, no the monkeys didn't have the arms. [ Details ] They were just laying around, like someone raptured an amputee convention. [ Another casual shrug, like this is normal everyday shit. ] Don't got a name. You can call me Boss or "Fuck You," whatever rolls off the tongue.

houses

[abbatis]

[The smell of blood reaches Edgar way before the aggressive fists starts making noises. It intrigues his senses and is enough to take his attention away from the rose petals he's boiling on stove.

Then, in less than a minute, he hears the sounds coming outside. Both confusion and curiosity pushes him to open his door when it's banged. He opens it a ajar, his bright blue eyes peeking behind the door at the lady.]

Yes? [He's almost like a teen who's answering door on behalf of his parents. Except that he doesn't appear to be shocked by her messy state at all.] Well, I must say you do look like it.

[ruletheworld]

[ Speaking of senses... Boss perks up when she smells the boiling rose petals. Wow, that's much nicer than monkey fur and blood. ]

Shit, what're you - [ Wait. Stop. Her eyes drift downwards and she has to take a minute to reel. ] Where the fuck are your parents?

[abbatis]

[That... actually manages to make Edgar pause a bit, which definitely is not easy thing to do. Wearing confusion on his face he looks at the woman with his mouth hanging open. He's heard all kinds of comments about his appearance, people thinking him to be a child both in here and his own world but this is different. People hardly ever think asking about his parents.]

You.. You must be new here. [He says after gathering himself back together, opening his door a little more.] They're not here. At all. [He adds quickly. ]

You'll come to see that there aren't many families here.

[ruletheworld]

[ If it's any consolation, Boss looks just about as confused. ]

Sssso... No adult supervision? [ Look, the youngest kid she's ever met was a 16 year old punk gang leader who she only knew over virtual reality and... Huh. It's kind of dawning on her that she's never really seen any kids before and is that weird?

She has... No clue how to react, here. ]

I can uh... What's... You kids still into fidget spinners? Look, I just need five minutes inside, I'll get you whatever dumb thing you want in exchange.

[abbatis]

None whatsoever. [The frown on his face deepens at the mention of fidget spinner. What is that even supposed to be? Edgar can't even remember the last time he had seriously played with or payed any real attention to toys.

Honestly everything about this situation is weird.]

Are you going to be the 'adult supervision'? [He jokes but opens the door, stepping to the side to let her in. Inside the apartment she'll notice that he's not just boiling the petals. In fact, there's roses pretty much everywhere. He's hung them up from the ceiling to dry them, there's some in the vases and pots.]/small>

[ruletheworld]

Huh. [ Hey, she's not gonna turn down the invitation! Free stuff! She's done way worse than take handouts from a kid, okay?

She starts to make her way in, but his comment freezes her in her tracks. Just joking about it nearly has her in tears of laughter. Her! Supervising anything! Being an 'adult' in the situation! ] Ha, oh, that's a good one kid.

[ She uh... Notices the abundance of roses. ] If this whole... Floral gig doesn't pan out, maybe you should consider comedy. What uh... What is this?

[abbatis]

[The frown on his face lightens up but the moment she steps in and starts laughing nearly hysterically a curious brow raises up.

Ah, so she's that kind of person. Adult yet a child, the completely opposite of him.]

It's all part of my next magic show. [He jokes with a dry voice.] What do you need, aside from the shower that is.

[ruletheworld]

Sure got a hell of a theme. [ Boss can't help her wandering hands - She grabs one of the hanging bunches of roses to pull to her nose as she answers. ]

Shit, clothes and equipment would be good.

houses

[outofthefire]

[there Laura is, writing in her diary and minding her own damn business when some asshole starts beating on the door and screaming about needing a shower. couldn't she tell that this place is occupied? she's not going to let some random person barge into the house to take a shower. she peeks out one of the windows and sees that they're covered in blood.

ugh. definitely not getting a shower here. she opens the door a crack to tell them so]

This place is occupied. Get your shower somewhere that's not here.

[ruletheworld]

[ Oh! Well. That's pleasant. Boss leans heavy on the door and laughs. ]

Aw, c'mon. I'll be quick.

[outofthefire]

[Laura can be very pleasant to people who aren't covered in blood, demanding to use her shower]

No. Besides, this isn't just my house. I share it with people.

[ruletheworld]

[ Boss would try puppy eyes, if she thought for a second they'd be convincing. ]

Bet they'd let me in. Five minutes - Not even.

[outofthefire]

[they wouldn't be. sorry she's not sorry]

You've got blood all over you! How'd you even get into that much blood, kill every monster in the arena?

[ruletheworld]

Not all of them.

[ Without even missing a beat. ]

[outofthefire]

Am I supposed to be impressed?

[she's not]

[ruletheworld]

You could at least pretend. For my sake.

[ Not that she seems terribly broken up by it. ]