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hadriel_logs2016-04-10 10:12 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-04-10 10:12 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- beyond birthday,
- bianca,
- carlisle longinmouth,
- cole,
- damianos of akielos,
- dean winchester,
- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
- gansey,
- gren,
- handsome jack,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jinbee tsukishima,
- kanda yu,
- kazuhira miller,
- krieg,
- laurent of vere,
- lilith,
- liquid snake,
- lucifer,
- maketh tua,
- merlwyb bloefhiswyn,
- miriam day,
- mitsuhide akechi,
- motochika chosokabe,
- nick rivenna,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- rey,
- sam winchester,
- sharon da silva,
- the meta,
- tyki mikk,
- vaiz,
- wolf
Intro Log: Off my chest
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.
What: The intro log for April.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: April 10th-13th
Warnings: Newbies, explosions, and things that are definitely treasure chests and not evil monsters out to get you.
Welcome to your first day in Hadriel! Enjoy your surroundings, meet your fellow travelers, and be sure to start exploring so you can collect as much loot as possible!
On the ground around you may notice bang snaps, scattered haphazardly. Try not to step on any of them, or you might burn your feet! Feel free to gather them up and use these baby fireworks however you see fit; there are dozens strewn about on the ground. Popping them will emit clouds of smoke of various colors, and... well, not much else.
Is there anything else lurking around? Glad you asked! If you look around, you may find a few innocent-looking treasure chests. Which you know, normally means free loot- except, in Hadriel, nothing is quite the way it's advertised of course and the chests are actually dangerous mimics. Mimics- often disguised as treasure chests- are monsters with surprisingly quick movements and gaping maws filled with teeth. They exist to try and fool an unlucky traveler into thinking they've gotten something good... only to lunge at them in their moment of triumph and prove that life is actually terrible and nothing comes for free.
Good luck!
Once you've managed your daring escape from the colosseum, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers April 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Mitsuhide Akechi | Open!
[Akechi Mitsuhide, traitor to a 'Demon King,' is understandably on edge. Deeply worried about his army and his closest friend, who as far as he knows are still fighting back in Yamazaki, he's not actually all that focused on his own safety right now. Escaping so he can return and do his duty is the objective and the present but unknown dangers feel more obstacle than personal threat. That might very well change soon enough, of course...]
Good heavens...
[He takes a step back, away from the bloodied ground, and stands right on one of those bang snaps. The resulting BANG sound is, to a man from the 16th century who has been in one too many battles, most comparable to some kind of gunshot. Instinct kicks in before sense and he whirls around, quick as a flash, sword raised and expression deadly serious. Any people nearby are going to be glared at as he looks them up and down.]
You! Who are you? Was that your doing?
[There's going to be a lot of embarrassment when he gets an answer...]
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[She hopes he won't lunge for her. Maketh can use her sword, but she's realistic about her chances of winning a fight with it.]
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Drop your weapon I mean you no harm. [The blond had a dangerous look in his eye as if to show people he would kill if he had to. It's not like he gave a second thought to all the men he's killed in his past. This guy just looked confused.]
I was brought here against my will also. Yet, I am not your enemy.
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Liquid Snake || OPEN ||
[Liquid looked around whilst wondering where the hell he was. It looked like some sort of ancient colloseum of sorts. The ones where Romans used to hold tournaments and feed slaves to the animals. He must be dreaming, surely? The sand beneath his feet felt real enough though, as he picked some up between his fingers.]
Interesting. [He looked around the open space and wondered if anyone else was here too. Was it just him? He explored the wide open space and noticed various strange things on the ground. Not wanting to touch one he carefully avoided stepping on whatever it was. Then, he noticed the chest right behind him. Was that there before or had he imagined it?]
Hm, what do we have here? A chest? Question is should I open it? [Liquid was wary but what harm could it do, right? It might have treasure inside. He went to open the lid and got the shock of his life.]
What the?-
[The chest was alive and it had teeth! The monster snapped open and tried to bit Liquid's fingers off. The blond cried out and kicked the chest hard, jumping back with quick reflex. He decided to run away as fast as possible before the chest or whatever it was tried to bite him again.]
Bloody thing.....where the hell am I?
Park:
[After his near death experience with a monster chest back at the colloseum, Liquid had found himself exploring. Mainly, because he wanted to get as far away as possible from that arena of death. He inhaled the lush scent of trees and grass. He was in a park of some kind. It looked peaceful enough.]
No chest monsters here then. Good.
[He ran a hand through his blond hair and slumped onto a nearby bench. He just wanted answers right now. Where the hell was he and why was he brought here? Part of him still believed this was some sort of weird dream. Or nightmare. Looking around he just closed his eyes then opened them again. Was he still there? Yep.]
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Bianca and her two pet hyenas have been lurking behind a fallen pillar, keeping out of sight while keeping an eye on the fun. The big blond man being bitten by a treasure chest is good for a giggle; and then he runs.
It's too much for Bud and Lou, who have been sitting quietly like Good Boys for far too long. Something is running and they want to run too.
Bianca joins them; if they take to chasing people around Hadriel unaccompanied someone's likely to kill them. So she lopes alongside, making sure she's between the man and the hyenas, and gives him a little wave as they go.]
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Lucifer | OTA!
[ Odd as it might seem, rather than looking disconcerted or
panickeddistressed about his current circumstances, the tall man wore an air of open curiosity. Hands tucked into the pockets of his bespoke, Italian suit he casually paced the span of the Colosseum.His attention was split between taking in the other arrivals, studying the architecture of the structure itself and occasionally pausing to study a chest. One thing that may be of note, depending upon how attentive others were, during this understandably chaotic time, was the fact that he never stepped on a bang snap.
It was a discreet thing that almost looked as if it was done without conscious thought but his Louboutin shod feet gracefully turned and angled so they just missed the little crackers. It may have been noticeable in the way he landed on only the ball of his foot with one step, heel well clear of the poppers, or his foot twisted at a near 90 degree angle with the next step, but he never once looked down.
If Lucifer had any interest in opening any of the chests, that curiosity was assuaged upon watching others. He paused, more than once, to watch anyone tangling with the chests, lips twitching in an amused smirk before he might remark. ]
Perhaps it merely wants to be friends?
[ Yeah, he's a big help. ]
B - Outside the Colosseum
[ Much as it had been within the Colosseum walls, Lucifer strolled the streets of Hadriel with an languid air of curiosity, rather than any sort of panic or urgency. Head tilted upwards, he studied the structures both restored and still in disrepair, dark eyes taking it all in.
Occasionally, if movement caught his eye, he glanced back towards the ground and watched anybody he came across as they moved about. He was running an internal game with himself, attempting to sort the other people he encountered into either the 'just arrived' or 'seem to know what they're about' category.
Every so often, however, he came across someone who could go either way. Sometimes, he just kept walking, because the answer didn't particularly weigh on his own circumstances much. However, other times he found himself curious enough to call out. ]
Excuse me. Is it safe to say you've been here for awhile?
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Every now and then, she'll walk away to take care of any number of basic human needs (mostly to drink water; it's super important to stay hydrated if she wants to keep this figure, though the vegetarian diet seems to be helping too), and it's during one of her return walks to the colosseum that a man calls out to her.]
Unfortunately, [she answers, rolling her eyes, ready to throw an insult or two at him until she sees him -- guy's got good taste in clothes. That's different.
Good different.] Finally, someone who appreciates fashion. Sorry you're here, though. That's the nicest suit you'll find in this entire shithole. [As if that's the most important thing in the world.]
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I sincerely apologize for him. /o\
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b is for bad choices are always made by winchesters.
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Rey | Closed and Open
"It is your beating HEART!"
Those words vibrate like an echo in she mind when they dissipate like smoke.
Rey can easily be found among the new blood, prone over the Colosseum floor over her back, just as she had moments prior. Her vision blurs in a burst of pale light, pouring from overhead. Instead of the white skies of Russia, she is gazing up at the stalactites of Hadriel. The chill of cold snow is replaced by the freezing drafts breezing through the cave city. One minute she's being lectured at by a synthetic woman who's had too many loose screws in her robot brain, the next she is lying on the ground of a different world entirely.
Pop!
Her brows scrunch together at the unexpected sound coming from elsewhere over the ground, turning her head the other way.
When she tries to stand, she can't. She blinks through her bleary vision to look down...
And rediscovers a rusty rebar run straight through her lower chest.
Pain reminds her that she's still alive, and that the aim just barely missed her real heart. But she's clenching her teeth and trying to rise up from the ground, only to fall back down to the weight of the thick metal pulling her back down. Part of it has come back lodged through the earth, pinning her in place.
Despite this, Rey tries again, teeth clenched this time as she grabs the rebar in front of her chest and tries to pull herself through. She screams. Not due to the pain but from strain of the effort in trying to release herself from her snare. Perspiration beads from the corner of her forehead.
"F-fuck, FUCK!" are the words that finally come out of her mouth. She collapses back down over the ground, her legs sprawled and fingers weak, and she can't fight anymore. She fights back the choking feeling in the back of her throat. "Fuck..."
II. The City (Open)
Rey looks like shit. She really, really does. She looks like she had just been through a meat grinder and came out on the losing side. Her left eye is swollen nearly shut with a bruise appeared, clocked over that side of her face. Her lower lip is cut, with dried blood down her chin that she just hasn't cared enough to clean yet. There are better things to do, after all.
She had not only been hit repeatedly in the face, she had been on the receiving end of many blows to the chest and stomach. The pain of a sniper woman's wrath still lingers in the recent injuries sporting across Rey's body.
One may also easily note the heavy way she carries herself. While she should be in bed, Rey is found staggering the streets instead, her hand over her chest where the phantom pains of the rebar having stabbed straight through her body still plagues her. She stumbles a few times as she attempts to visit shops, the bar for a drink, the park for some peace, or any place that isn't the solitary walls of her apartment or the cooped up confines of some clinic.
All the surface reveals are just flesh wounds. Underneath is something by far more insidious that's been growing for a long time.
[ooc: Rey has been canon updated, hence this intro comment. You can read all about the changes and terrible things here.]
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"Rey? Oh--what happened? Where are you injured?"
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I. The Colosseum
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oh no, my ruh boo D:
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Miriam Day - open
[Now this is not how a girl wants to wake up! There are surprises and secrets and then there's this, which might just be crazy. Miriam scrambles to her feet, whistling for Barnaby before she even knows where she is. The dog chuffs, pressing his big shoulders against her knee. Miriam pets him uneasily, glancing around.
Last thing she remembered, she was hiding in a dumpster while Echo Six burned. Just another day in with the wild life - all she has to do is let it blow over, like always, and then everything will be fine. Except now she's someplace new, statues rising up around her in their crumbling glory.
Weird.]
Hellooooo? Anybody here?
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[Okay, she's someplace new. Miriam's gotten used to the idea, even started up a collection of the firework-thingies, which she's become very fond of.
Barnaby doesn't like the smell of them and puts his ears back every time she throws one, but he's a team player. He adapts.
Except she now she was up and has no idea where she is.
So here you have a teenage girl and a giant dog picking through the mess, tossing bang snaps through broken windows. What could possibly go wrong?]
city
Steve notices the dog first, the size of it intimidating enough to make him pause. But he notices the girl soon after. She looks to be around the same age as a lot of people here.]
Hey. [He calls out, but then he's never sure what to say next.] You okay?
[It feels like a stupid question, all things considered.]
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Fiona ( tales from the borderlands ) - open
[ Among her own explorations, she left the main expanse of the colosseum. There were still stoneslab walls that kept the structure lifted high towards the enclosed sky, but the insides proved less open. Twists and turns of hallways - some scattered with deep scratches against them, Fiona wanted to make sure she didn't make the wrong turn and end up even more lost. It was her duty to make sure she didn't, well die, so she's remained alert with her finger trained over the trigger of her cute little elemental pea-shooter. Luck wasn't on her side, especially when she couldn't find Rhys (whom she assumed had was dragged here as well), but maybe... just maybe, things were looking up.
Fiona stops in her tracks, her eyes big and eyebrows knitted upward. A loot chest rested in front of her with the locks opened, just begging to be opened. This would make the whole traversing this Vault so much better. So Much Better. If she was able to get some cash, maybe some green guns, she'll be more comfortable.
Too bad luck was a total bitch. She flicks lid upward to see rows of spit-dripping fangs and an elongated tongue. The chest stirs and Fiona stumbles backwards in complete shock. ]
What the hell?! W-Where the hell are the guns?!
[ Priorities... but sadly, she doesn't get an answer she wants. The mimic lunges forward, nearly latching onto her arms. Fiona instinctively sets off one corrosive bullet out of instinct, shooting the thing right at the top of it's lid. It fidgets, leaking green goo from its sides. However, it's not down. Instead, the stink of green acid fills Fiona's nostrils as she finds herself having to actually run away from loot.
If you come across her running down the hallways, please be warned there will be a toxic loot crate following closely behind her. ]
b - conning 101 (set post TDM)
[ Not a good first impression. At least Pandora offered a little bit more of a warning than surprise! giant rats!. Rats... mimics...! Man... no rest for the wicked was pretty damn accurate. Fiona had settled in as nicely as she could. This wasn't exactly a vault filled with riches and rare items that she was lead to believe. If this was Vault Hunting, she wanted her time and money back. Not even Athena would appreciate this twisted turn of events.
She has to roll with the punches. She always does. To live comfortably, she's going to have to get some more protection - food, weapons, anything she can get her hands on. These strange little bang snaps had littered around and with a bit of her own slyness... hers were dyed red. A handful of red bang snaps (please don't let it be dried blood. oh god, it really is bloody bang snaps...), her con begins. Fiona had a plan that she did not consult anyone about and will most likely get her in trouble. Whatever, she had been holding onto these red bang snaps, knowing they were quite a foreign object for her - so she gambles and hopes it is for the poor soul she crosses paths with.
Imagine: you're turning the corner and you run riiiight into someone who fumbles with a bunch of red little items. She's frantic - scrambling to catch all of them before they fall. Fiona's scowling, carefully cupping the red pops in her hand. ]
Hey! Watch where you're going! You could have killed us!
[ ??? Please intrigue further, chump. ]
c - 2 steps away from being hangry
[ No vault. No riches. No sister. Things were looking a little grim.
It was a ...long day. One that leaves Fiona's stomach on the verge of eating itself. She could go for a Rakk egg sandwich right about now. Or a skagburger. Whatever she's thinking of, it's not making matters better. Fiona plays off her persona - not letting the look of hungry overwhelm her face. Coy as can be, she puts aside conning for survival. Unfortunately, for anyone who might cross her path - you'll hear a voice. It's soft at first, but soon (against her better judgement), Fiona is flagging you down. ]
Hey! Hold on a second!
[ It's pretty dark right now - the shadows cast strong onto the streets. So forgive her if she keeps her greeting vague. ]
Know where I can get a bite around here? I must have missed the complimentary lunch for bringing me here when I have shit to do. [ That last bit isn't bitter, not at all. But, she clears her throat. ] Help a girl out.
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Which is exactly what this one appears to be doing as it bears down on the woman running towards him. Glacius stops up short, surprised by the sudden burst of frenetic action--but then he's reacting, waving an arm over his head to summon a jagged chunk of hail. It rotates ominously above his hair, shedding sharp glimmering fragments of ice.]
To one side, human! Allow me to give this monstrosity something else to chew on. [And hopefully not get mistaken for a threat himself in the process.]
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sometimes not selecting an option is also an option
and look how well it worked for the until dawn kids
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guess which one
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Krieg | open like a can of worms
Re: colloseum
Having fun there, Krieg? I was attacked by one of those things too. [Liquid could have brought out his FAMAS rifle and shot at it but kicking was much more satisfying.]
Gave one a kick in the teeth you might say.
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Motochika Chōsokabe | closed & open
[The moment he wakes, Motochika's grip tightens on his shamisen and he struggles to his feet. If there is strength left in his body, he will fight – Mitsuhide's dream is too precious to let die. Then he sees that this is no longer the battlefield at Yamazaki. An illusion? Yet this far beyond the techniques of the greatest ninja of their age. He can almost believe that he has been spirited away.
Whatever the truth may be, even the changing tides of fate cannot hold him under forever. He inclines his chin, and strums his shamisen loudly, defiance writ in every line of his body.]
So be it!
[He will keep moving forwards. First, by finding a way out of this abandoned arena and the great cavern that houses it. He won't let Mitsuhide down.]
Open – City;
[Now that he and Mitsuhide have found each other and shelter, Motochika takes the time to explore the ruined city in depth. They need information and supplies. He finds that he can scavenge supplies, but the lack of life makes acquiring information that much more challenging. Eventually he takes a short break. He drops the wrapped burden of his spoils. Swinging his shamisen down from where it is braced on his shoulder, he props a foot up on a piece of rubble, balances the body of his instrument on his thigh, and frees his bachi from under his obi. He closes his eyes and begins to play, pouring out his tension through his music.
The cry of his shamisen pierces the silence.]
Re: city;
That's one way to shatter the silence you could say.
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agent york | open!
That's the first thing he noticed since showing up here, more than anything, Delta isn't here, that voice at the back of his head, that constant presence. Maybe it's awful but that he's gone is what gets to him more than anything, more than the idea of apparently being pulled through some fucking extradimensional door or something and being given a phone. A phone. A fucking phone, with some message on it, whose idea of a joke -- ]
Pretty messed up, huh? [ Out loud, to no one in particular, to the emptiness in his head, god, it's too fucking quiet. He's been wandering here around the Colosseum for the better part of an hour, now, maybe played around with that strange phone, maybe tried to figure out more of where he is, maybe a few times tried to pinch himself to wake up. His head hurts, it's hard to think straight, and he swears his vision is blurrier than usual -- it's so hard to focus, so hard to focus without Delta, and he might end up nearly walking right into some strange large object before staring at it and realizing what it is. ]
A chest. [ Out loud, again, as if there's someone here for him to talk to. Old, wooden, trimmed with gold, a heavy padlock that looked like something straight out of a caricature. ] Guess someone left a present they want to be opened. What d'you think, D, big chunky cartoon gold pieces if I open it up? Maybe chocolate?
[ Silence. Silence, nothing but the emptiness in his head, and he curses under his breath, turning away from the chest -- only to turn right back, maybe pacing a little. Anyone's free to approach the rather frustrated-and-confused looking man in big ol space marine armor, who appears to be either talking to himself or some kind of invisible friend, go ahead. He's less crazy than he looks right now, I promise. ]
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I'd be wary of those if I were you. Some are booby trapped.
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Cho Hakkai| Opeeeeen
[Hakkai arrives like all of the other new arrivals: confused and in the colosseum. His small, long necked white dragon is perched on his shoulder also very confused. He sees the little bang snaps and recognizes them immediately for what they are. The little fireworks aren't so foreign to him since he's from a place where fireworks are an art form.
They're sort of all over the place which would make just walking a very loud pain in the neck.]
Hakuryuu.
[With just the uttering of the dragon's name, it flies up and glides back down to where a bunch of the bang snaps are laying. It takes in a small breath and breaths out a bit of fire, popping a whole slew of them, making the colors burst all along the ground.]
Ah! Please watch out over there. We're clearing out a path.
B. Never a winner
[Hakkai was getting hungry. After a day's worth of wandering around a strange place, seeing unfamiliar people, and not finding his companions, he was starting to lose energy. Even his little dragon was making little noises of fatigue.
But the fact of the matter was, he had no money on him. He didn't know where he was, so he wasn't sure of what currency to use anyways. Without Sanzo's divine credit card, he was stuck trying to make his own way around this place.
That's when he came upon a treasure chest. Naturally, he was skeptical of it. It was a chest, just sitting out in the open. No one was manning it and it didn't even seem to be locked. There was a part of him that was curious, but the other part of him was extremely wary of it and he wasn't about to find out if that thing was a trap to kill the curious.]
Excuse me, do you know who this belongs to?
C. Whatever else!
B
Now he looks at the treasure chest, and then at Hakkai. ]
It is not! It was not here when I was here yesterday, either! It's not yours?
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kara zor-el | open!
THE CITY
the city!
At least she was alive.
And this very much alive conwoman was tapped on the shoulder and - okay, that's not what she expected. A floating woman? ]
Uh...
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Batman? Is that some endboss or something? [ Because it sounds like something you'd fight after waves of bandit psychos, honestly. ] Noooope. Sorry.
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Cole | Around Wherever | Open
It's easy enough to escape notice, he's an expert at that, after all. The chests are even more confusing, though. They don't feel like they should and that is disconcerting enough to avoid them. Easier said than done, really, but he's doing his best.
He stopped paying attention to where he's going some time ago. It doesn't really matter if he does--he doesn't know where he is in the first place. For now he just tries to stay out of the way, inconspicuous, small. Hidden in a corner, a shadow, a thought, a whisper.]
It's too loud to listen but I can't hear. Chaos calling chaos and keeping quiet too loud to heal so it hurts to hear. I can't tell what it is.
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It's still her job to protect people, so Maketh doesn't hesitate when she hears the voice, ducking into the alleyway to check. She keeps one hand on her sword just in case.] Hello? Are you all right?
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YES THIS IS A GOOD IDEA INTRODUCE SAM TO THE SPIRIT BOY
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Damen | Open!
[ When he first wakes up, confusion is all Damen knows. He can't orient himself. He hadn't been anywhere near a cave, and if he had been, they would not have been like this. His last memory involves an inn, which is now nowhere in sight - nor are the men who'd accompanied him there. The hair rises on the back of his neck. This is not the first time he's woken in a strange place, and he takes quick stock of his condition.
No chains, no bindings. His faculties are sharp; he hasn't been drugged, and his head is clear. He's in possession of his armour - breastplate and armoured skirt, sandals strapped to his knees, cape hanging over his shoulders - and his weapons. His sword is in his hand as soon as he's aware of it. He's after answers, and he searches the face of every person he sees to discover if they're one of his men. Nikandros, or Pallas. He'd even taken Guion, at this point, but he wants Laurent most of all. Thus far, he's not finding them.
He quickly learns that the chests aren't worth touching, though. The first time he tries, he almost loses a hand. The second time, he opens them at sword point, and smashes through them when they take it poorly. Seeing a stranger examining one, he steps quickly forward. ]
I wouldn't. They're not what they seem, and they're hungry. You won't find your answers in there.
B: The City
[ By the time Damen makes it out of the Colosseum, he's bordering on annoyed. That's the result of monsters nipping at his heels, as well as the general lack of anyone taking responsibility for kidnapping him. The kind he runs into near the edges of the city pose more of a challenge than the treasure chests. Damen is walking from the direction of the caves, and dragging behind him the carcasses of two coeurls; the strange, cat-like creatures that seem popular here. His advice, to any who encounters him, is simple. ]
If you go that way, be ready to hunt. It's full of these demons.
[ And he'll press on, heading into the city proper with two large dead cats trailing behind him. He's about done with this place already. ]
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What would you know about such things?
[Liquid wasn't used to taking orders, or advice, from strangers. He gave the man a hard stare but carefully took a step back from the chest, heeding his advice.]
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Carlisle Longingmouth [open]
With the Tranquility having fallen into the ravine, several of the crew members had taken it upon themselves to find elsewhere in the jungle to live. That was of who was left; some had simply vanished into thin air, disappearing as the ship did the same, the fog below the cliff swallowing the vessel hole. It was as though its presence had tethered them there, and without it holding them down, they'd drifted into the void, out of sight and out of existence. Those who'd remained at the camp were going to have to find a new life for themselves, or die trying.
And so Carlisle had been scavenging, looking for who and what was left. The jungle was as inhospitable as ever -- he'd paused to clean his glasses, removing them from his face to wipe them with his glove. He'd brought a hand to his eyes to quell his growing headache, putting pressure on them as he squeezed them shut and tried to drown out that heavy thudding between his temples. And when he'd opened his eyes, he'd found that the entire world had disappeared, as well.
His legs nearly gave out from under him from the shock, his mouth agape as he took in his new surroundings. Gone were the trees and the walls of the base camp, replaced with derelict stone and crumbling ruins; the remaining tents were replaced with boxes, numerous, enticing chests strewn about in a place they had no business being. There were people around him, ones he didn't recognize, all as wide-eyed and disoriented as he was.
Well, maybe not that wide-eyed and disoriented. It was hard to beat him when it came to being in a state of panic.
Carlisle stepped backward, his hands curling tightly around the handle of his mace -- he'd found it in the ruins of the ship one day, and had thought he might eventually work up the gumption to use it. It seemed fate wanted to test that theory. "Wh- what is this?" he uttered to himself, his eyes on the sky -- not that there a sky to be seen. He took another step back, and—
POP
Carlisle yelped, stumbling sideways as something snapped loudly under his foot, producing a puff of green smoke. "Augh, what—?"
POP
Back the other direction he went with a clumsy leap, his legs wobbling beneath him as he landed with all the grace of a cat wearing shoes. "No no no, what was—!?"
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"Stop! Stop stop stop stop!" His legs tangled together in his frantic efforts to escape whatever unseen force was attacking him, and he fell backwards onto one of the boxes. The sturdy, wooden frame caught him, and he sighed in relief... just in time for the box to open on its own and try to swallow him.
In bad news, the box wasn't big enough to devour him in one go, and so it attempted to snap down on his middle, dividing him into much more manageable bites; in good news, Carlisle had managed, against all odds, to hold onto that mace, and it was just long enough to prop the box's mouth open, preventing creature from impaling him on its teeth. What terrified screams managed to make it from the cleric's throat were drowned out by the sound of the mimic creaking and groaning, its disguise still intact despite the fact it was actively trying to devour him at that very moment.
Carlisle managed to escape from the mimic's jaws at the last second, the creature's maw snapping his mace in half as it finally shut. That meant two things:
a. he was alive and in one piece, albeit a little covered in mimic slobber
b. he had no weapon
And he'd thought that dealing with the heat of the jungle would be the worst of his concerns when getting up that morning.
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"...You know, for a minute there, I thought you almost had that thing."
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clementine | open!
now she doesn't know where kenny is. where aj is. she doesn't know where she is. she doesn't know if it even matters where - it's not like they had a real destination. not a physical one. maybe a time one, the milestone in a series of milestone you're hoping to survive. like, right now her destination is tomorrow morning. to be alive until then.
this isn't what lee would've wanted.
Her hand slips into her pocket for the picture, but she can't pull it out. It's almost like she doesn't want him to see her like this, even if it is just a picture.
but beside the picture sits something much more solid, plastic. heavy. her brow knits, and she seizes the object, pulling it out into the open. it was her walkie-talkie. that's... this is impossible. god, she hadn't seen this thing since -
since haven.
it hits her like a load of bricks. she remembers haven. she remembers her old bunk, she remembers yaocorp, she remembers wade and jesse and-...
she never remembers any of this, back in the woods. back where she came from. it's like it falls out of her head or something, but then she comes back and so does everything else. does that mean she's back? is this... haven? it's so dark now, so-
a skitter of stones nearby has her dropping the radio into the dirt and slipping to her feet, quickly but smoothly despite the fact that her first reflex was to jump. her gun's out now, even while she's hedging her bets on whether the handgun's loaded like before or empty like it was in haven. ❱
You don't want to try anything, ❰ she warns whoever it is the instant they come into sight, her voice low. ❱ I only aim for the head.
FOR DEADPOOL.
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[She's thankful that Barnaby is out of sight for the moment, circling around behind the other girl. The moment he gets an opportunity, then he'll tackle her and get the gun out of the game.]
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handsome jack ― (unfortunately) ota.
ACTION → THIS IS WHAT LACKEYS ARE FOR.
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Nothing.
Hm, must be a real one this time.]
I don't do work for other men. [As in he's the boss. Not here you're not, Liquid. He kept his rifle drawn at the fast talking man.]
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Yu Narukami | Open
[ Was it sad at this point that Yu was used to suddenly appearing in weird places? Between the TV world and everything he had just had to deal with with Sho, going from the train home to... whatever this was seriously wasn't that much of a shock. Whomever was responsible for this could have at least waited until he got home first, though; he didn't want his parents worrying where he was. ]
[ This place definitely took weird and ran with it too. He hung back from the others poking around, careful not to step on the bang wraps and avoid the chests after seeing what happened with other people. That was... frightening to see; at least in the chests in the TV world the monsters would pop out of them, not actually be the chests. ]
[ He let out a sigh after a moment of watching and trying to figure out a path to the exit, shaking his head. ]
...what did I get myself into now...?
2.) Spires
[ Yu was more than happy to leave the Colosseum behind, and of course the first places that caught his attention were the spires nearby. He found himself standing outside one, staring up, up, and up, leaning back a little so he could see the top of the building, and not minding any looks he was getting from people coming in and out. ]
...people live there?
[ He was mostly saying it to himself, though he didn't seem to mind anyone chiming in. Besides, seriously? That was kind of a cool place to be staying at. ]
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Mmmm, not everyone though.
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agent washington | so very open
ooc: i'll match prose or brackets!
/happy flail
[He stands completely still while Wash checks him over, like the slightest move will scare him off, like he's a jumpy little recruit and not a perfectly capable soldier. Not like things with York went exactly well, and if he's already run into him it's safe to assume Wash will too, sooner or later. So he stands still, doesn't so much as twitch a finger, until he's finished, and then he slides his armor back on and into place without a sound, only finally disturbing the silence with a grunt when he's done. Because this isn't really a base, isn't safe, they aren't even on the same side, not really, it's just a place to call a temporary truce because Wash just got here and there's a tenuous thread of history between them.
He waits for Wash to break the silence, for the questions to come if they're going to, because he's hardly the type to lay out the whole welcome speech. Not like he got one, and not like he really knows a whole lot past what Wash can probably figure out for himself. Not like he's got any answers that actually answer anything.]
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good one sammy u nerd also i totally looked up jared padalecki's height for this tag
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damian wayne | open
[waking up in an unfamiliar place with no recollection of how he got there is beginning to turn into a bit of a habit for damian, and it's not one he's particularly proud of. aside from the fact, of course, that after a year in the place there wasn't really anywhere in the box that damian could really consider unfamiliar at this point.
he's more than a little certain he would have noticed if there had been a coliseum within the boundaries, though a quick survey of his surroundings (people he doesn't recognize waking up around him as well, which could simply be explained away by the most recent influx of arrivals but in that case damian really shouldn't have been with them; a cavern ceiling looming high above them that felt far more like the batcave back home than anything the technicians would have had rigged up under the grounds, even after the most recent disturbances) eventually leads him to conclude that he might be somewhere else entirely.
which... he couldn't honestly be all that bothered about at this point, really. sure, none of this boded well, it never did, but after everything that had happened back home just before this, a bit of distance from his father might not exactly be a bad thing right now.
titus, his great dane, brushes up against his side and nudges gently at the side of his head before sniffing at the bag of gear laid out on the ground next to damian. he slips quietly to his feet and hefts the bag over one shoulder, carefully untangling the bag's strap from the strap of the sling holding his left arm close to his chest.
the familiar weight of his swords in the bag is reassuring enough for him to trust that the necessities are all there, so the next step is to investigate his surroundings and either confirm or refute his current hypothesis. damian ignores the suspicious treasure chests scattered about the coliseum floor and aims for the nearest exit, only to pull up abruptly short when titus steps forward only to jump back again with a startled whine a plume of green smoke hisses up in front of them with a hiss.
damian narrows his eyes and crouches down to brush aside the disturbed sand, quickly uncovering the small spent firework responsible for the work. a sweep of one hand is enough to discover another half dozen of the things, unspent.] Someone thinks they're being funny.
[he really hates kidnappers with a sense of humor.]
i hope this is all right i can change it if it's not (also feel free to kick his ass)
He's not sure what the animal beside the small boy is (that's a kid. Those are innocent. We don't hurt kids, warns the murmur in his mind), but it vaguely resembles some kind skag-creature. Which means it must be dangerous.
Which means he finally has something to kill?
His reasoning is flawed on the best of days, but Krieg charges at Titus with a bestial roar regardless.]
(if you try and kill damian's pet you are absolutely going to have your ass kicked, krieg)
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dean winchester | open!!
[ This isn't okay with him. Not at all.
It really doesn't help matters that his immediate arrival onto blood stained grounds is a little reminiscent of singularly difficult, startlingly pained moments before he was brought here. Instances of too much blood on his hands and too much fight fueled adrenaline running through his veins. It heightens everything up to a painful notch where he can't quite figure out what he's supposed to do with himself, thrumming with the threat of taking down the thing that tumbles nearest to him.
Which is right around when he takes a step to navigate around and steps on a bang snap and near has a heart attack, though it's a silent one completely with wide eyes and momentarily frozen stance.
Way to freak a guy out. Although- fireworks?
Hah. Okay.
Though, Dean eventually starts glancing around, trying to make eye contact with anyone he can possibly see, anyone at all who's willing to look back. And if you do, he's waving in your direction, trying to get you to look at him because okay, look, he just needs answers. ]
You wanna fill me in?
b) city/bar.
[ Dean is wandering, though you could definitely call it determined stomping. He is rather unhappy with this turn of events, but there's not a whole lot of use when it comes to sitting still and giving in to his circumstances. Might as well look to see what's happening and where he's supposed to be - more like find out where the answers are, if there are any. Because while he's sure that he's not going to simply stumble on something because things are just never that easy, he might as well look around and see what's happening.
Sitting on his hands isn't going to solve anything, point blank.
Of course Dean does, inadvertently, found himself at the bar. He has no idea how the siren song of booze lured him here, but he sure did find it and that's all that matters. Granted, he likely shouldn't be drinking anything as a first timer here, especially when he hasn't gotten a clue as to where to go or what he should be doing or where he might end up, but there's always the comforting allure of whiskey. Not to mention, bars? Great place to chat it up with the locals. ]
You a regular?
[ No, he is probably not hitting on you. AND NO SAM, this option is not for you!! ]
c) library.
[ Okay, so no, Dean would normally not decide to go to a library. But you know who would? Sam.
And so Dean is here, found his way here through sheer stubbornness and a hell of a lot of looking around, and may only be just crawling his way through the entrance because Dean Winchester Does Not Like Libraries. Especially not considering the amount of research he's done lately to get rid of the Mark. And considering how he's gotten nowhere time and time again, he may be getting a little bitter.
But here he is, and here he is asking anyone who looks like anyone, if- ]
You seen anyone about yay high come through here? [ he waves a hand a few inches above his head for emphasis. ] Long hair? Plaid? Yes, no?
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Also, if he friends were here, no doubt they would find their way to this place.
He glances to the stranger next to him, smiling politely.]
I'm afraid not. With the condition of this place as a whole, I don't suspect there are a lot of regulars to be had.
[A small dragon can be seen perched on the bar counter beside him.]
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c because duh.
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Laurent of Vere ( open ) coliseum
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[Not that fireworks aren't interesting, but sometimes they make the soldier types nervous, and that's never a good thing. Those folk have quick fingers and worse tempers and sometimes they shoot at her dog. Miriam keeps a tight grip on Barnaby's harness as she watches the man. He's got a sword instead of a gun, but she knows the look on his face. That concentration.
Yeah, she won't get too close.
But he might be useful, if he's not gonna hurt her.
Miriam gives him a smile, lets it turn uncertain. She's small and harmless, what could she possibly do? Barnaby noses at her hand, watching the man carefully.] Mister?
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Cole's speaking has Noah jump. He was... only a few feet away, and he hadn't seen Cole at all until he spoke.]
Sorry! ... Are you - are you okay?
Wade Wilson | Open!
[Out of the frying pan and into the fire, as the old saying goes. Of course, where he'd come from was less of a frying pan and more of a crockpot. A crockpot filled with meat and potatoes that weren't allowed to touch each other. Classist meat and potatoes. And sex. Lots of sex.
Okay, so maybe there's no easy way to write a metaphor around this. The point is, this wasn't Tanagura anymore. Unless Tanagura had decided to revamp the old idea of a sex dungeon by making a sexy coliseum which, honestly, he wouldn't put past them. The bang-snaps are an interesting touch, honestly-- Wade had made the mistake of treading on one or two of them before he realized he should watch his step, and the smoke is colorful enough that he's suspicious, but it doesn't seem to have any adverse effects on him, sexy or otherwise.
Those treasure chests interest him too. They look like something out of those massively multiplayer whatevers that Weasel spends tons of his waking hours playing, and as near as Wade can tell they're all just sitting around, lids open, waiting for someone to plunder their booty.
...That came out wrong. He's gonna blame Tanagura on that one.
Wade approaches one of the chests cautiously, his hand poised on the holster of his belt in case some manner of lurking horror decided his face was a particularly tasty morsel to gnaw on. His skills might have gotten a little rusty from the cushy Las Vegas knockoff, but his instincts were still pretty sharp, and Haven was still a very real shadow in the back of his mind. Of course, his instincts are telling him right now that this is a trap, but hey-- shinies.]
Hey, isn't there supposed to be some kinda "Item Get" noise when I reach inside this thing or something? I'm not hearin' anything.
[Someone please stop the spandex-clad dumbass before he loses an appendage.]
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And then he blinks, realising that the body-stockinged man is about to lose an arm, and he pushes his way forward. ]
It's not a chest.
[ Which he says, helpfully, in spite of the fact that it clearly is. ]
There's teeth inside. Believe me when I say you'd prefer they stayed there.
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