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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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He greets his repaired arm with a look of weary satisfaction; that look dissipates the moment Firo starts questioning him, quickly replaced by one of earnest disbelief. "W- what?"
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He frowns. "Don't play dumb." Maybe he's just disoriented from pain, but it doesn't do to be charitable when you're trying to get information from someone. "Prochainezo. You said my name before."
Frustrated by the strangeness of it all, he shakes his head and points his finger. "I've never seen you before in my life, so who are you?"
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His look has gone from confused and pained to absolutely incredulous. "You- you've either bumped your head or lost your mind. You can't possibly have forgotten who I am. What I did! I saw you just a few days ago!"
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That's rich coming from a guy who does strange magic stuff. Clearly you have to be crazy to do such crazy things.
He growls, recognition slowly coming into his eyes. Just probably not the epiphany Carlisle wants. "You've been spyin' on me?"
That is the only logical assumption. Never mind that all the evidence so far had pointed to this guy being a new arrival.
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"What!?" His disbelief is so strong that he winces from the outburst, as his arm is still very sore. He leans into the wall again, trying to hold himself up as he parses out this madness. "No! Why would I even do that?"
He shakes his head, taking in a deep breath. He has amends to make to this man, and his lapse in sanity is not helping. "Okay, stop. Start over. You have no idea who I am. You really don't know?"
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Though his mood is hardly improved by the need to repeat himself, he does take a deep breath and a step back. "No, that's what I've been telling you. I'm not just pullin' your leg for fun."
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"I'm..." Carlisle starts, visibly disheartened. "I'm Carlisle Longinmouth. We met on a ship called the Tranquility. Though that was over a year ago, now. The ship crashed and we've been living in the jungle at this base camp, though you mostly live outside it with Miss Prochainezo and that one lad who pulled a knife on me once. Can't recall if I ever got his name, though it's probably best I didn't, now that I think of it..."
From the way he's talking, he's probably going to keep prattling on until Firo stops him.
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He thinks he gets it now--this guy knows a bit about him somehow and wants something from him. So he's going to pretend to buddy up so that he can get it. This could be a dangerous situation, but Firo's mostly curious.
He smirks, triumphant at having figured out this plan. It slips when he suddenly registers how weird the rest of the story is--is this guy some kind of idiot? How does he expect him to believe that?
Unless he's not making it up at all... But that's unsettling--how could he forget all this?
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And so, he's insistent: "Are you sure, lad? Because she corrected me once, and said you weren't married, and that doesn't exactly seem like the most common family name, does it? Though I suppose she could have been adopted or some such."
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"S-start from the beginning." He swallows and tries to will the blush to go down. It doesn't really work. "Who is she? What the hell kinda ship are you talkin' about? The last boat I was on was headed to Alcatraz, and I can guarantee that you weren't on it."
This guy definitely doesn't seem like he'd be an Alcatraz inmate or guard.
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"Fine, but..." He pushes off the wall, his legs still unsteady despite the moment's rest. "Can we do this somewhere else? Somewhere with a chair, perhaps."
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He thinks of inviting the man back to his place--he's never been wary of inviting strangers to his home, even if he's suspicious of them--but figures the walk would be too far.
"Bar shouldn't be far from here." He jerks his thumb in that direction and starts walking before even waiting for confirmation.
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"Wh- a bar? There's a bar here?"
He sounds surprisingly warm to that idea.
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"There wasn't until recently. You came at just the right time, pal."
It's coming into view already, and Firo points out the building.
"Delight set it up when she was revived."
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"D- Delight?" he asks, trying to keep his mind off the fact his muscles feel like they've been pulled through the wringer.
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"Sometimes she's there, so you might see her. She's a lady who says she's a god--actually, there's three others like her." He smiles wanly. "She's the one who's the least of a jackass."
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"Wait, th- they walk among us? These false gods?"
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"I haven't actually seen one out on the street, but yeah. They've got temples all over the place, and then Delight's got a bar and Rage has an armory."
He waves impatiently for Carlisle to start walking again. Come on, man, there's booze waiting for you!
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"I must admit that neither a bar, nor an armory sounds like a very sacred place. Then again, these gods themselves don't sound like very holy beings to begin with."
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He turns again. His tone isn't impatient, exactly, but he doesn't sound excited at the prospect. "Am I gonna need to carry you?"
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"I refuse to s- suffer such an embarrassment," he says, finally catching up to Firo, "especially after having nearly had m- my arm torn off by a box."
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He's polite enough, at least, to hold the bar door open for Carlisle when they finally reach it.
With feigned innocence, he asks, "Were you gonna say something?"
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And he trails off again as he takes a look at the bar. The atmosphere alone is inviting, the yellow glow of the lights warm, relaxing, encouraging them to step inside. The stone walls make it feel a lot like home -- the fact that there are visible bottles all around even more so.
"Nevermind. I want a drink. Now." He has earned one.
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"Ask for anything you can think of--they might not have it, but she said she could make anything if people described it." So there's likely a whole array by now, because the citizens of Hadriel were eager for their booze.
He starts over now and leans his elbows back on the bar, watching to see what Carlisle will order. If he can make it off the door.