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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!
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Thanks to her brother, she's used to them.While Rey is able to dissociate herself from the pain, she allows herself to experience this one. The hurt that led her to this state is something that she needs to feel.
Once Maketh is done, Rey brings herself back to the present and blinks. Is she done already?
No, of course not.
"Yes," she confirms, rolling up her shirt a little more and turning so that Maketh could inspect her back. "It was a rebar."
The angle of the injury is a little downwards, avoiding any vitals. The most notable thing about her from this side is the deep gash scar on her lower back, which isn't terribly old.
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Oh by all that's holy, how is she still alive? Maketh shakes her head. The shock alone would have killed most people. It's a damn miracle the thing didn't puncture Rey's intestines, or anything essential for survival. "Do I want to know?"
Maketh pauses, still holding the antibiotic cream. Her gloves are bloody now. "Is there anything I need to know, anything that concerns the safety of the people here?"
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"It's a long story." Rey shrugs. "As for everyone's safety... It shouldn't be a problem. The danger was back home, not here."
Did she mention that she went back to her own world for a few weeks? She probably should have.
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Maketh sounds surprised, but not floored. The same thing happened to Newt, not so long ago. It ended with less impalement. She shakes her head and presses the bandage on. "There. You should see a real doctor, but that will hold for now.
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Bringing a hand to her shoulder, she winces. Truth be told she forgot that she was hurting so much in other places, too.
Rather than drawing attention to this, however, she just says, "Thank you. Appreciate it."
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This one, she feels, she deserves more than anything.
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(Probably because Rey is very rarely fine.)
This one is easier to reveal, wearing a tanktop -- all she has to do is turn and peel the strap to the side, revealing a burn mark just above her left shoulder blade. It looks as though heat had been used to cauterize the serrated edge of a knife.
"It's nothing serious."
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"Steak knife." She pauses and, as if it would make things any better, admits, "It was my fault."
She has no one else to blame.
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Not so long ago she was wandering around Hadriel with blast trauma, convinced that she was going to die and that it was her duty to do as much work as possible in the meantime.
Maketh replaces the bandage, in the meantime. "It's clean enough. But you need to have a professional look at this, okay?"
now with the right account, fff
"Did enough to her that she deserved a shot." Even if all she is doing is taking responsibility for the actions of a different Rey, it seemed fair to her at the time.
A hand crosses over to grab her other arm. "Don't need a professional. Just need some time to heal."
Come on, Rey. Stubborn is not a good look for you.
it happens ^^
People don't deserve to be hurting, anyway. It doesn't do anything in the long run.
"See a doctor," she says again, in a tone that books no argument. "There's no point in dying here. I did that. It didn't help."
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Perhaps not with the stabbing part, since Rey didn't care to stick around long enough to see how that turned out. But somehow, taking potshots at Rey's face seemed to change the tune of the situation quite a bit.
She sighs. "Am not going to die from this. Was able to use what was left of Hope's blessing to heal most of the major damage."
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"Was made to suffer."
It's only a slight improvement from her old mantra -- born to die.
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Stop that. It's not productive.
"I was made to serve," Maketh tells her softly. Not like Rey was, not pieced together with singular intent, but instead molded, ground down into a new shape until the original might as well have died. The Academy promised resurrection. Death of weakness and the rebirth of strength and purpose. In many ways it delivered. "I thought it was good to die for that. But the people here -- it doesn't help them, if we suffer. It only makes them hurt. And I don't think you want people to hurt."
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Because that's all they are to her. Just scratches to better learn from. Reminders that she needs. Without this pain, she would quickly try to forget what had happened to her, and she couldn't allow that. She couldn't allow herself to argue against her own humanity -- to be just a thing.
She lowers her hands. "Besides, suffering isn't always a bad thing, and some pain can be helpful."
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"Don't have any friends."
Ouch. Ouch.
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"Oh," is all that she manages to say at first. She ducks her head, breaking eye contact as she scratches her face in thought. Perhaps a little too much thought.
Simply because she just doesn't think about these things.
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Maketh snarls a curse under her breath and stands, stripping off her surgical gloves. She's shaking and doesn't really know why, hands trembling, she's gotten Rey's blood on her jacket, it will have to be disinfected. This shouldn't be bothering her at all, she barely knows Rey, has no right to be angry over any of it. Especially not so angry that it hurts to breathe, her hands trembling with the urge to do something foolish. Maketh thinks of the mirror in the bathroom, the one that she just replaced, and has the sudden urge to smash it again. Watch the glass scatter across the floor. She can already hear the sound it would make...
No. Stop. Stop that.
She grabs the whiskey, in the meantime, and stalks into the kitchen to wash her hands. Focus. Remember the protocol. Get rid of the gloves, that's right, put the bottle down on the counter, good job...
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Spending all that time traveling within prison walls, fighting for her life so that she could save others', it has a way of adding a new perspective on things.
Even when I try to do good, I can't ever seem to get it right.
Her hand stops over her mouth. It hasn't even been that long, and she can still feel both Faye's suckerpunches and Faye's kiss. Mostly the kiss, despite the split lip, the swollen eye, and the bruises. She had spent all this time trying not to think about it, and Maketh's words and her silence had Rey thinking about it all over again.
Shit. She's messed up. She really, really messed up. Can't ever get a goddamned good thing right if it smacked her in the face. Figuratively, not literally.
"It wasn't wrong," Rey finally says, turning her head in the direction Maketh had gone to. "The mirror. Thought it was full of shit, but it... wasn't wrong. Not entirely, anyway."
It's relevant. Thinking about someone who matters to her and vice versa, more than anything, is relevant.
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