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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2018-05-10 10:36 am

Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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!
unnature: (like a rolo now)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-13 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Clinics and houses will most likely have water. I am expressly forbidding you from infecting the hot spring with your monkey blood. I pick clinic."

Gods. Imagine soaking in the spring to relax and coming out covered in red and not knowing why. Maybe someday, with something less potentially disease-ridden. She takes note of the clinic, mentally marking the relative location in her head, then pockets the phone.

"The Nexus is where I live, but not where I was born. Sorta a world-between-worlds. It's like the size of a single country or province, only it's all developed, packed tight," she says absentmindedly as she starts leading the way towards the clinic.
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-13 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, ma'am," Ianchus says forlornly, in faux-distress. Oh, oh, cruel. Now that he's thought about it and has been forbidden from it, all he can think about is the hot water creeping over his body, loosening his muscles...

Hearing about the Nexus, though, he perks up a little. "Worlds between worlds?" He tries to imagine it, running the thoughts over in his brain. "I suppose something like this isn't completely new to you, then? Maybe this is a part of your Nexus?"

He, after all, hasn't gotten the chance to even skim the guide. Monkey blood and all.
unnature: (snake eyed)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-13 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Nah, the Nexus is all one thing, and it looks nothing like this. It's all, you know," she gestures vaguely with her hand, looking annoyed as she describes it, "organized. Brutalist architecture and high-rises as far as the eye can see. This place is all sand and chaos, it'd be more likely to be part of my original world. Architecture doesn't match Fars either, though."

The architecture around them is certainly not of any world Avisheh's witnessed, but then, she hasn't been on a lot of them, and she isn't in the business of monitoring other worlds like the people in the Capitol Tower.

Thankfully, the clinic's not far from the arena, so it's already within sight.
vocarrah: (prince)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-13 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"What was the architecture like in your world? F-Fars, I mean." He stumbles over the name he caught. "My world, my city was all white and gold, squares and domes, stacking against a hill away from the ocean." He holds up red hands to demonstrate the dramatic hills, remembering it fondly, though not without some pain.

Idly, he's quite glad the clinic is in sight. He can feel the gore pulling at his skin as it dries.
unnature: (i gotta make my little foe)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-14 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
Avisheh isn't much for nostalgia when it comes to Fars, but she sighs since he did ask and all. She doesn't bother to correct him when he calls it "her" world. To an outsider, it might seem like it was hers. But she never belonged there.

"Lots of... domes and minarets. Architecture was a big deal in Tirazis, the capital. That's where I lived. No building was too trivial. What set us apart from other countries surrounding was all the colorful tiles. They would have intricate, hand-painted designs or patterns or calligraphy tiled along the arches of the most important buildings, like mosques and the palace. Cascading triangle shapes lining the domes on the interior with floral designs painted on."

They reach the clinic, and she swings open the door before he can grab it for her -- call it pride -- and she holds it open for him with her cane.

"But enough ruminating on the past. Let's get these guts off you."
vocarrah: (Default)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-14 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianchus can picture it well, with how she describes it. He'd love to ask more, but he can sense the hint of terseness in her voice, and leaves it be. And besides...here they are, at the clinic.

He steps in, giving her a little nod of thanks, and then knocks on the wall, as if to announce their arrival.

"Do you think anyone's here?"
unnature: (like a rolo now)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Maybe they're all busy taking house calls," she guesses.

She scopes the place out, looking around at the general layout. The place looks to be in disrepair, which is a bit of nostalgia she was both expecting and not. It doesn't exactly have her clinic's duct taped reception desk, but the paint is lacking in... most places. Handwritten health pamphlets, which is more effort than she'd put into something she considers completely useless.

She checks around the rooms.

"Looks like this place was made out of an old house. Look -- here's the bathroom, complete with showers," she says, pointing out a room off to the corner.
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-15 07:31 am (UTC)(link)
Ianchus claps his hands and all but runs to the door; for all his good humor this is not the kind of filthy he prefers to be.

And then he remembers his poise, and turns back, one hand on the doorjamb.

"Ah, will you be alright waiting out here for a bit?"
unnature: (of love and blood and hate)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-15 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
She squints at him.

"Uhh, yeah, I'm obviously not coming in there with you."

They seem to be clear of danger for now, since the monkeys seemed to stay centered within the coliseum. She could stand to do a little recon, since she plans on taking up practice if she's going to be here long. The place could use it, after what she's seen today.

"I'll just check out what kind of supplies we've got. Read through that welcome message. I'll see to your scratches after you're done."
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-15 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
Well, he wasn't exactly asking that, but he wanted to see how impatient she seems. And since she doesn't seem too impatient...

...Ianchus allows himself a bit longer (not too long, of course, but perhaps a few minutes more than he'd normally take) to enjoy the shower. Sure the water takes a while to warm up, but he relishes feeling his hair return to its normal texture as he scrubs the gore out, and enjoys the feeling of the stream on his muscles.

Everything is somewhat hitting him--that he's somehow ended up in a different place (a different world?) where monsters and magic don't just seem to be a theory.

He turns off the water and steps out, glancing at his clothes. His breeches didn't get too much blood on them, but he's loathe to get into even those, not when he's just gotten clean, so he wraps the towel he was using to dry himself around his waist instead.

That squared away, he wanders out, looking for his companion once more.
unnature: (no more mask)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Avisheh, meanwhile, digs through the drawers and inspects what sort of supplies they've got on hand. Not a lot of the heavy duty painkillers, which is unfortunate. Is there anesthesia? Please tell her there's anesthesia.

Gods. This might be a challenge. But Dr. Razi certainly has no problem meeting that challenge. The patients might not be too thrilled about it, though.

By the time Ianchus comes out of the shower, she's settled into a rolling chair and started reading through the welcome message properly. She's thumbing through the list of offered skills being taught now, out of reading material -- oh fun, there are people teaching lockpicking -- when she glances up at the man who just walked out in only a towel, and then she double takes.

She whistles teasingly.

"We can probably find you more clothes later. So get this: the ones in charge around here are apparent 'gods'," and she absolutely uses finger quotes, "who use our emotions to charge their powers and keep us safe from killer robots. Also, the supplies here? Not great."
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ianchus makes a show of preening at her tease. Alright, he's a bit of a ham, he can't help it, but he does love compliments. Attention in general, really.

Also, finger quotes are far after his time, but he has inferred the meaning of the gesture, and will absolutely be using that at some point.

"Killer...robots? Gods?" Ianchus walks over, pulling a chair and sitting down as well. "That's, ah. Well." He blinks a few times. "I...I actually don't know what to say." And he laughs. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, after the flying monkeys."

Energetic as he is, he suddenly feels a little tired. He puts his fingertips to his temple briefly, and then drops them, reasserting his smile.
unnature: (with a sly smile)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-16 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, it's real fun," she confirms, despite Ianchus' apparently being overwhelmed by the entire summation of what's going on. "Not any gods I'm familiar with. They all have domain over a specific emotion."

She reads from the guide, "Hope, Fear, Rage, Tranquility, Confusion, and Love. There are apparently more out there, too. But all the people here, they came from different worlds at random and are forced to live here for... a random amount of time. Some for years, some for less."
vocarrah: (when the colors fade i'll go)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-16 10:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Years," Ianchus repeats. It's not that he's afraid of staying here for that long, it's the concept of being in any one place for that long.

He pushes that out of his mind, running over the Gods.

"Most of those emotions don't seem pleasant." Maybe he could appreciate Fear, but certainly not Rage. Nor Confusion. And he's never really felt tranquil, at least not without the help of some substance.
unnature: (like a rolo now)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-16 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Apparently you can talk to them and make requests of them if you wish. Like if you need something the city or its people can't provide."

At least Avisheh is more inclined to roll with the punches. She definitely would miss home if she stayed here for years, and fully intends to return and finish her plot against the Separator, but she's sure that will work itself out. And with a Nature of Disorder, she thrives in chaos regardless.

"Well, if you're gonna be here for years, Ianchus, you should probably get some clothes to wear."
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
An impish smirk pulls at his lips, and Ianchus expertly slides his knee to cross his legs under the towel while keeping himself covered, and then rests his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand.

"I don't know, this is quite comfortable, considering how warm this place is. Perhaps I'll allow myself some freedom."
unnature: (im running round your head)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-18 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Avisheh snickers breathily.

"I don't know if the City Guard will arrest anyone for public indecency. Maybe you'll get off scot-free even if you decided to forego the towel. You could be the town nudist."

And here she is in all black, suffering the heat! But she's far less likely to want to risk brushing the wrong side of the law so soon after arriving. At least not so brazenly. Maybe later, and more subtly. If there are laws to be had.
vocarrah: (sono un bastardo cronico)

[personal profile] vocarrah 2018-05-24 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"A fair proposition. I could submit it in writing and everything, so that nobody may take my spot.

But I suppose, before that all goes through, I should find something." Ianchus absolutely does not sound like he wants to, though he does glance at Avisheh's clothes.

"I imagine you'd probably like something lighter, too?"
unnature: (in a hollow dome)

[personal profile] unnature 2018-05-27 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, if we're going to be here a while, we might as well stock up on clothes regardless," she says, shrugging. "I prefer black, though."

It's the common fashion of the Nexus to wear monochromatic dress with the occasional accent color, but Avisheh doesn't wear more white than she has to. At least she's wearing shorts. Only most of her legs aren't flesh, so that does her only a little good.