hadriel_logs | INTRO LOG: FACE OFF

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for November. Don't get your face eaten!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: November 10th-17th
Warnings: Monster-related violence, people lamps, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.

You wake up on the hard earth of the colosseum. By the state of things and the various aches and pains in your body, you've probably been passed out there for awhile. A few things should immediately become clear to you upon an initial assessment.
1. You're not alone
2. You're near other people who look to be in a similar state.
3. You're also near an assortment of human shaped lamps.
4. You're also near something that skitters off into the shadows of the colosseum.
Of all of these alarming things, the skittery object might be your largest concern. Be wary when turning corners or shutting out the lights: the Hunters work best when your vision is obscured, so their gelatinous form is even harder to spot. Their main goal will be to kill people of course, though they prefer to hide in corners and smaller rooms. Watch out when trying to work through the halls of the colosseum to find the outdoors- they're surprisingly quick, and they prefer to kill their prey by opening their face-flaps and wrapping their mouths around your head. Fun!

More information on Hunters can be found here!

Second largest concern? Maybe it's the people lamps. Maybe it's the actual people around you. Whatever it is, be sure to familiarize yourself with it quickly. The devil you know is better than the devil you don't, after all.

All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers November 10th-17th.
► 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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[With some space between them and every bit of Hawkeye's body language screaming non-aggression, Max's own stance shifts, relaxing. He's certainly still alert and looking very suspicious but there's a visible change, no longer tense and ready to swing a lamp at him.

Whatever's moving around in the dark is quickly deemed a much bigger concern and Max's gaze seems to slowly stray from Hawkeye to watch the shadows behind him. The question snaps his attention back to the stranger, brow furrowing before he raises an eyebrow at him.]

Hn? [A questioning, confused grunt is all he's going to get as an answer.]

[You know, it was very difficult to act the part of a dog with its tail between its legs when the other guy wouldn't give him the time of day. Thankfully the yellow bellied state of mind was a default. The white knuckles, however, were a side effect of the heavy atmosphere. Like a hurricane, ya know? And they had all been swept into the eye of it, and everybody in the bowl was expecting something nasty next, only didn't have a damn idea what. Max was obviously the most savvy between them. Hawkeye's gaze follows Max's gaze. He steps to the side of the fella, too.

And he watches those walls and high seats ahead of them on all sides, and the dark little tunnels and corridors where (sometimes) shadows were cast out of.] ...wait, what?

[Definitely not the intelligent conversation he had initially hoped for.] The good news is, you're a terrible actor. The bad news is, you're a terrible actor. I asked if you knew what the- you know. [What the hell they were doing here, what the hell 'here' was, what the hell those things were. Hawkeye swears he just saw a skeleton. A skeleton! It had darted from one 'door' to the next like a squirrel.] That. [Yep.]

[This conversation had quickly dissolved into something very difficult to follow for Max. Talk about acting and either being very good or, apparently, terrible at it. He's still not sure what he'd meant, so he just ignores it and moves on to the part he does understand, though he's not going to be anymore helpful there either.

He watches disapprovingly as Hawkeye maneuvers his way around to not so subtly put Max between himself and whatever was creeping around in the shadows.

Max's gaze seems to follow the same brief flicker of movement, though he isn't sure what he's seen darting across the hallway. He's not sure if the fact that they aren't just his hallucinations makes this situation better or worse. Probably worse. Definitely worse. He shakes his head, gripping the lamp a little tighter.] Whatever they are, they haven't come out here. [Where anyone could get a decent look at them.]

I just woke up. [Hawkeye's guess about where they were, how they'd gotten here, or what those things skittering around in the dark might be were all as good as his own. On top of that, no one really looked like they could've come from the Wasteland, where Max was from, which just raised a whole new set of questions.]

[Well, Max, not everyone can be a soldier.

Which naturally begged the question, again, of why Hawkeye wasn't among olive drab or off white. What very little registered with him, fully, regarding this guy's appearance only made it clear he didn't belong in Korea. Or Seoul, for that matter, and most definitely not Tokyo. And here's Hawkeye, not even the slightest bit appalled that he never once thought back to the States. Because in the States, burly looking men didn't shy away from skeletons because the skeletons were six feet under or else made of plastic to parade around on Halloween night. Burly men shied away from skeletons in Korea, though, because it's not a welcome sight to see what's supposed to be inside of you poking out of your own skin or tangled in your entrails. But anyway.] You think they're afraid of the light? Or of us?

[Or maybe the things just wanted to ambush, or wanted to always have an eye on them the ways snipers did. But maybe they didn't want to really fire at them, the way snipers did when they were bored and just wanted to see the chickens scurry around their pen.]

Because I think we'll have to find out which it is eventually.

[Skeletons weren't something that bothered Max. They were as common place as anything. The shifting sands and massive wind storms revealing the head and then covering them back up, the ground reclaiming them again. All the bones were picked clean, other little creatures doing their best to survive the hostile desert. The only thing that made skeletons frightening was when the teeth marks on them were human and not animal.]

Afraid? [Were they? Of either? Or did they just know how to hunt, waiting to ambush them in the dark hallways they would inevitably have to enter if they wanted to leave this place.

He nods in agreement, with a grim 'mmhmm'.] Seems like the only way out. If there is one. [Because that was another possibility. That they'd been somehow sealed in here, maybe dropped in?]

You know what it is- afraid. [And Hawkeye knew what this guy had meant by the question but that wasn't going to stop him from mouthing off. He felt like he had to. Because not ten minutes ago he could have sworn he was in a very elaborate fever dream and now he feels like his legs are weak. And he knows, pitifully, that all of him is weak. And when that was paired with the silence or occasional murmurs of the other damned... nope. Nope, nope, he'd go down drowning out his growing list of What Ifs with chatter.

Though to be fair, he's no longer half shouting.] Frightened. Nervous. Scared. Petrified. Perturbed. Disturbed. Oh don't tell me you've never been.

[Then there's that little mmhmm that makes Hawkeye zip it long enough to take Max's cue- unintentional as it may have been- and reach down to grab the legs of some slim porcelain body.

It was actually kinda nifty.] Of course there's a way out. How else do you think we got in? [No, seriously, please tell him. He didn't like the sight of the low halls. And, to gift himself a welcome home surprise, Hawkeye steps forward. And into one of the tunnels. And he hopes the Big Guy's following, but wouldn't know what to feel if he wasn't.] Ladies first...

I know it is. [He knew very well what being afraid was. He was fucking afraid right now. He was always afraid, that fear was always there in the back of his mind. That should've been fairly obvious by the violent reaction to a simple tap on the shoulder.] Them. [He points vaguely in the direction of the hallway where they'd seen the movement.] They don't seem afraid.

Waiting. Stalking, maybe. [Because if they were afraid, they wouldn't be trying to creep closer while still staying out of height. If they were afraid, they would slink off and hide somewhere.

The question makes him pause and look above them, searching the high rocky roof.] Dropped in? [He sure felt sore enough. And what easier way to throw someone in an arena full of monsters?]

[They couldn't be more different, and the inane thought makes Hawkeye wonder if he should grin. There was a difference between knowing and dwelling. A difference between talking and saying anything. Noting and mentioning. Having fear and being scared.] If we were dropped in then we'd have some broken bones- I don't know about you but I feel all my squishy insides firmly in place. [And if Big Guy was well enough to posture and comment, then he'd hold just fine no matter how rough he looked.

Hawkeye fought to keep his gaze from ever wandering skywards. He didn't need that right now.] You were supposed to say, 'you're right! hi-ho, off we go'. And then through the power of The Powers That Be and some extreme lack of foresight, we'll find a way out because... [Because that shadow was scuttling closer every turn.] Because.

INTRO LOG: FACE OFF

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omg sorry this took so long orz;

plz! it's fine XD

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