hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Fly, My Pretties!

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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.
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Well, yes. Other people help, but. We make everything ourselves. Helps pass the time, anyway. Can't let the gods do everything for us.

[Rey rubs the back of her neck, turning head away a moment to mask the hot feeling flushing her face.

[Favorite patient? Seriously?] Take it you haven't had a whole lot of patients yet.

Well, you do a good job of it. I wouldn't be able to tell this lager was brewed in anything but a proper brewery.

[Avisheh grins like a very pleased cat at Rey's bashfulness.]

I have a soft spot in my heart for the first, even if she did spray blood on me.

Because it is a proper brewery. [Pause.] Sort of.

[She doesn't have a whole labor force or anything other than herself and the ones who help her out here. Cough.]

Would like to say that it doesn't happen often, but... people aren't the only things that come in once a month, as you might've noticed. [It's hard not to, between the random shit and the creatures that appear in the Colosseum.]

Proper brewery it is. You don't have to convince me.

[She takes a swig of her drink.]

Yeah, I noticed the prosthetic legs and shit. Thought that was a real nice coincidence -- if only I were so special.

[A pause.]

And, of course, the monsters. I hear there's more around the edges of the city? What, do they get pushed out every month?

[Which means the area around the city would get even more dangerous each month, too.]

[Turns out Rey's gotten pretty protective of her establishment and her wares. It's become part of her routine that has no reminders of her previous lives, so maybe she's latched onto that a little.

[She blinks.] Prosthetic...

[Rey hadn't really been paying much attention to Avisheh's feet when she was getting dead skin snipped off. Having known a handful from her world who have robotic limbs themselves, it's not something Rey thinks about here.]

Hope pushes them out, yes. Be glad you missed the past few months of bullshit; he was still hurt pretty bad, so he wasn't able to keep them out as effectively for a while.

[Avisheh smirks.]

Prosthetic.

[She lifts a plastic-and-metal foot up onto her chair as if to show it off. It is pretty fancy, all things considered. There's intricate detail in the shape of it to make the transition from flesh ankles and feet to black steel and hard plastic a supposedly-seamless one, muscle and bone and sinew all accounted for in the construction. The parts shift correspondingly to her flexing of the ankle joint, showing off that it has a full swivel that responds to her brain through the use of a neural-control interface.]

Got two. Like I said, funny coincidence. On the contrary, though, I'm a little sad I missed all the action. Maybe I could've been patching you up sooner. I am the best at what I do, after all.

Though I may be better off -- I'm a poor runner.

[Two. Rey thinks about the chancellor's daughter, another number held at the sky prison. She had prosthetics on both legs, too. Technology is pretty handy, and then your asshole synthetic captors take your legs and throw you in a metal cell.

[Rey sighs, rubbing the back of her head as if to scrub out the memory of that horrid place from her mind, and in vain. Instead, she tries to focus on what Avisheh says.]

That is a pretty funny coincidence. Don't suppose anything dropped from the sky that could be useful to you.

[Probably not. What Avisheh has already looks pretty high end. Much sleeker than any crap the gods could make, if their technological understanding is anything to go by.

[Rey scoffs at Avisheh's comment about running.] Lucky for you, it doesn't take much for me to carry someone.

[And this lady looks pretty light. As most people do, for a walking tank like Rey.]

[Avisheh sighs a bit through her smile.]

Nope. Won't be much use to anyone else here, either, unless someone can fashion up some liners for them. And that's only supposing any of them happen to fit any unlucky patient that happens to lose a limb. But now we've got a bunch of those, you know, just in case.

[Avisheh shrugs, though. Her colleague, Law, saw fit to collect as many as he could get ahold of. She appreciates the thought, but prosthetics can be a bit more complex than jamming a plastic tentacle on someone's arm and calling it a day.

At Rey's suggestion of carrying, though, Avisheh laughs a bit, looking the other woman up and down with a sly grin.]

Are you offering to carry me, Rey?

Maybe, but you never know when you might need an extra hand.

[Pun intended.

[Some of those parts might prove to be useful to Nick as well. If nothing else, Rey could probably rig some of the more mechanical bits into something that can help him.

[She snorts at Avisheh's question, then glances back over to her, giving her a good look as well as if to be making some sort of mental assessment.]

Sure as hell wouldn't oppose rising to the occasion, if you need a lift. Actually, you look like someone I could deadlift as a pastime. [She takes another long drink of bourbon, before shooting a grin right back.] Would make up for the lack of a gym around here.

[Normally Rey isn't this coquettish with someone -- least of all a woman she barely knows. Some liquid courage goes a long way, apparently.]

[Avisheh laughs at the pun. She's awful, she loves puns.]

Yeah, who knows, maybe they'll come in handy.

[Case in point. She's awful.

As for the completely overt flirting that is definitely going on, Avisheh props her chin up on a hand.]

I wouldn't be opposed to standing in for your weights. I would hate for your workout regimen to suffer for lack of a gym.

[It would be a waste, see. Think of Rey's poor, neglected muscles.]

[There's more where that came from:] Might as well. Be glad it won't cost you an arm and a leg.

[Goddammit. Rey would almost be reminded of her little "pun-off" with Sans, but then that would mean remembering fucking Sans, and she would rather not have her mood soured by that.]

You're too kind. I would hate to think what I'd do if I lost these. [Such poor, poor muscles indeed. Of which she flexes her arm to show off her meaty bicep and not a trace of excess fat in sight.

[Yeah, she's being a jackass. It's intentional.]

Well, thank the gods for that. I've got no legs to spare.

[Avisheh admires the bicep and the jackassery with an impressed whistle. Being a jackass herself, and well versed in the admiration of a good body part, she really appreciates the gun show, thank you.]

Yeah, wouldn't do for that to happen.

[Forgive her if she's a little lacking in wit in response, she's a bit distracted.]

Better watch who you thank. The ones here would have no problem taking that as a challenge.

[Avisheh still has enough legs that it would suck for them to pull some bullshit to elicit some sort of emotional response from the woman. Rey wouldn't put it past the bastards for that.

[And that'll be a rather ironic thought to have a couple days from now.

[Rey notices Avisheh is a little distrait in her reply, lowers her arm, and fakes a cough.]

Rest assured they're not going anywhere, but it never hurts to stay sharp.

Ah. I was referring more towards a different set of gods. Maybe I should start specifying, but I'd definitely sound like an elderly churchgoing woman in a large hat if I shifted to saying, "oh, thank the three and all their predecessors!"

[Her voice is nothing short of mocking. There's no love lost between Avisheh and either sets of gods, honestly. She knows one of her own a little too personally and a little too vengefully to be earnest in her more religious turns of phrase.

It's really more a habit she picked up from living on such a deeply religious world as the Nexus.

Avisheh, meanwhile, bites her lip a bit.]

Well, if you ever need someone to stand in for some weights, you can call me.

[Pfft.] Doesn't sound any more elderly and weird than any of the other alternate pantheon-worshiping types here. But that does sound like a mouthful, yes.

[Maybe she'd be better off just saying "gods". It makes no difference to her either way. She was never the religious one, unlike her brother, which happens when you spent your whole life living separately.]

And if you ever need a place to sit, could always do with the extra weight on my back for push-ups.

[This is starting to get ridiculous.]

It sounds like someone who's got a lot more appreciation for the religious sects in the Nexus. Trust me. It's very weird.

[At least it is to Avisheh, who has little patience for religion despite appreciating pretty much every other aspect of the Nexus over her original world.

And yeah, the workout-based flirting is starting to get a little over the top. Avisheh outright starts laughing, but, well. Rey's been receptive so far.]

I'm sure we can come up with all sorts of ways for me to help you work up a sweat.

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Religions generally are, no matter multiverse bullshit you're dealing with.

[Rey has no judgements. She just prefers to stay out of the whole mess. So long as no one stops her to talk about their Lord and Savior some crazy tentacle monster, she's good.

[She stops a moment and sips her drink, blinking at Avisheh curiously. Now that's a vague response.]

What, you mean like sparring?

[I am so sorry for her. The innuendo just went right the fuck overhead.]

[Oh gods. It just-- Okay. So she's one of those types. The types who doesn't realize when flirting is happening. Was this whole time not flirting? Or is it just the innuendo itself?

Gods. It's just... so cute.

Avisheh's smile freezes on her face for a moment, as she takes a bit to recover from the shock. Does she double down? Does she ignore it?

Well. The night is young. Avisheh takes a quick drink from her beer bottle like she might die without it.]

If you think I could keep up with you in am sparring match, you definitely overestimate me physically. I'm sort of flattered.

[One of those types, yup.

[Flirting and such Rey has down, but when it comes to the more suggestive side of things... Well, she's unfortunately a century old virgin with intimacy issues.]

Around here, it's best not to judge a book by its cover. Plenty of us have more going on than we appear.

[Le shrug.]

Well, I've certainly broken some skulls before, but for the most part that's been, you know, an opportunity presenting itself. In a fair match, I'm beat.

[Avisheh thrives in unfair matches, which sparring is not necessarily conducive to.]

No harm in a little dirty fighting.

[Except for, you know, when there is. Semantics, man.]

But all right, all right. Guess that's a fair reason to let you off the hook for that one. [As if Avisheh was on a hook to begin with.]

I wasn't aware I was on the hook for a sparring match, but just looking at you I'm grateful I've made my way off of it.

[Avisheh is nearly twiggy in stature, especially compared to a muscled amazon like Rey.]

Since, as established, I'm not the best runner. Cardio is my weakness.

[Cardio and not the legs, certainly.]

That's why you start small and work up, but something tells me that's not in your area of interests on the cardio subject.

[Despite her earlier play at blissful innocence, Rey really isn't as obtuse as she makes herself out to be. It's just easier that way, and more run to gauge reactions that way.]

You get me. I'm more interested in working my way down.

[Whether or not she's interpreting Rey's words correctly -- and it's difficult, given Rey's earlier show of blissful ignorance -- this is entirely true. Avisheh goes big or goes home.]

Well, good luck with that.

[It's not so much that she doesn't get it this time, she's just a little slow on the uptake. But even then, that'd still be her answer. Accidental flirting is one thing, but Rey doesn't tend to let things go far beyond that.]

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