Intro Log: Off my chest

[hadrielmods]

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.

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!

Comments

[hollowly]

( he has to admit, really, that not having to break his neck to look someone in the eye is a novelty that doesn't ever quite wear off. ( and that is due, in part, to the fact that it doesn't happen very often. )

that smile, it isn't really a smile, and comes just short of reminding him of a predator baring its teeth when it spots a bit of prey; he doesn't sense anything behind it, but it's still just a little unnerving, in the sense that he doesn't know this man from a hole in the ground and has no idea what to expect.

so, he shrugs. ) Fair enough, I guess. That would explain why you seem so calm here even though you just came through. ( pretty much the same reason he hadn't freaked out as much as he otherwise would have when he'd first come through.

ah, circumstance. )

I'm from Kansas. But the general population doesn't believe in the supernatural, so it's not exactly common knowledge. ( a beat. ) My brother and me, we're hunters.

[retiredfromhell]

[ Lucifer's lips twitched.

It was a good observation, the fact that he was calm in the face of all this and he gave the man props for it. Few mortals would have been as attentive to such a small detail, more often thrown off by Lucifer's larger than life mannerisms.

Props to Sam.

As Sam continued to explain, where he came from, talking about the supernatural with the calm ease of someone who was experienced with such, Lucifer looked over and arched a genuinely curious eyebrow. ]

You're actually from Kansas? So I can say something like [ here his very British sounding voice shifted to an absolutely ridiculous mimic of Judy Garland, high pitch and all ] 'Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore'?

[ Lucifer grinned, impishly. Sorry Sam, he just had to.

His expression smoothed back out to something more sober as he walked along. ]

Hunters? That you've mentioned this occupation in almost the same breath as 'supernatural' I'm going to assume you mean you and your brother hunt ... what ... demons would it be?

[hollowly]

( it's not often that sam gets props for things. he's going to take those props, thank you so very much. he's going to take them and keep them – even though he hasn't realized that he's taking them from the devil himself.

eventually, this is sure to come to light. maybe? possibly.

though he has to wonder about the merit of said props when that joke comes out of him, and he groans, a grumbling sort of thing if only for the fact that it's such an old joke to make that there had to have been some other alternative. right? come on. ) Like I've never heard that before. ( he's pretty sure dean has said it once or twice in the past and gotten clocked in the back of the head for it – but he can't quite remember, so it might have only been wishful thinking.

he rolls his eyes, but so far, it's good-naturedly. bad jokes aside. ) Well, we've never come across any possessed deer or anything, so. ( he's allowed to make his own bad jokes, so he's going to. payback's a bitch sometimes.

even if it might not even be all that amusing to lucifer. ) Demons, vengeful spirits, anything that goes bump in the night, really. ( there's a pause, and a thought hits him square between the eyes. he's been walking with the other for some time already, and he doesn't even know his name.

sam winchester, where are your manners! )

My name's Sam, by the way. ( he's going to get tired of introducing himself at this rate – but it has been nice being in a place where his last name hasn't already preceded him. )

[retiredfromhell]

[ Now now, Sam. Sometimes the oldies were goodies for a reason.

Lucifer's lips at least twitched in an acknowledging smirk at the crack about possessed deer but he listened more attentively to the run down of what Sam usually stalked.

Demons, check. Vengeful spirits, yep Hell was full of em, bump in the night?? ]

Do you draw the line at things that go bump in the day? Different shift covers those?

[ Because please, things went bump at all hours! At the offer of a name, Lucifer didn't miss a beat. Just as he had always introduced himself back home, his name came easily from his lips with no expectation of reaction or quick 'my parents had an odd sense of humor' demur. ]

Lucifer Morningstar. Pleasure to meet you, Sam.