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hadriel_logs2015-11-10 09:59 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2015-11-10 09:59 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- adam parrish,
- arya stark,
- ashley,
- big boss,
- bob saginowski,
- bruce banner,
- bucky barnes,
- cashmere,
- chris,
- clear,
- cullen rutherford,
- dorian pavus,
- gansey,
- gren,
- haurchefant greystone,
- hawkeye pierce,
- helena,
- legolas,
- max rockatansky,
- mike munroe,
- natasha romanoff,
- nick rivenna,
- noah czerny,
- rhys,
- sam,
- sarah kerrigan,
- seles wilder,
- steve rogers,
- the warden,
- thom rainier,
- vaiz,
- wanda maximoff,
- z delgado
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.
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 aloneOf 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!
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.
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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[Almost.]
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
[But if Gren's anything, he's strong, quick, and way too willing to get into fights, so he's weirdly appropriate to deal with this piece of shit situation. Also he will literally do anything to get that fucking screaming to stop.]
[He steps to the side and lets the-- oh, that's not a woman. Color him surprised-- pass him by, and when the gelatinous abomination follows after in pursuit, snatches it by its freaky-ass neck. It apparently doesn't appreciate this, but he's not about to give it much time to protest.]
[Ever thrown jell-o against a wall really hard? That's right about what happens when Gren slams its head into the nearest one as hard as he can.]
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[Okay, the screaming doesn't quite stop immediately, but after the expletive, Rhys finally quiets down a little. It's not really because he's any less scared, but rather mostly because the fear has ultimately subsided into shock.
Rhys does have the mind to make sure that his shoes don't get scuffed, but otherwise he just kind of stares as the jelly monster splatters jelly goop against the wall.]
Uh... uhhh... [What... is he supposed to say exactly? What this guy just did doesn't seem physically possible, but after a moment, Rhys picks his jaw up off the floor and tries to form a coherent word.]
...thanks?
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[Gren drops the rest of the squishy body like it's last week's laundry and wipes his jellied hand off on his jeans. Hopefully this shit doesn't stain, else there's gonna be hell to pay for his shoes.]
You're fuckin' welcome. Do us all a fuckin' favor and try to be less stupid next time.
[Because screaming bloody murder loud enough to draw the attention of all the murder jell-o is probably a poor life decision. Gren would know, he's an unending fountain of them.]
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[Having recovered from the fear and the horrific shock, Rhys' pride is one of the first things to come back, and Gren's comment is a little bruising to it. It's not like he could have done anything else, right? Like, Rhys is definitely a badass, just not in situations like these.
Right?]
Who are you, anyway?
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I'm the guy who just saved your ass.
[Gren-- making friends and influencing people since a long-ass time ago. But he's not real keen to hang around here and chat with the screaming asymmetric dickhead over here when there's murder jell-o hanging around.]
And I don't really want to be saving it again, so you better fuckin' start moving. I dunno how many of those things are around here, but I'd bet my own ass that they'll be following your screaming.
[Thanks, asshole.]
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Uh- yeah. Okay.
[Rhys exhales quickly, before he shakes his mechanical hand a little until a faint beam of light shines from his palm. Built-in flashlight of sorts. Handy.
Haha. Handy.]
Come on, we're probably not far from the exit.
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[And, hey, at least he has a flashlight. Gren can see perfectly fine in the dark, but at least it's something useful.]
Walk in front.
[The flashlight'll help him spot any more of those gelatinous pricks, and Gren doesn't trust him to be able to walk and keep an eye out behind them at the same time. So he'll make sure nothing comes up from behind and this kid can keep both his eyes facing front, and... well, he'll still be listening for something coming from any direction, because clueless over there can probably still fuck up lookout duty.]
And keep an eye out for any more of those fuckers while you're at it.
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[THAT'S HARDLY FAIR AT ALL. Rhys looks back incredulously toward the... guy... and waving his hand around a little emphatically, sending light bouncing around the walls.]
They'll rip out my throat before I get like, twenty feet. You go in front.
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Fine, I don't fuckin' care, walk in back. See what happens when one of those assholes sneaks up behind you.
[Is it too late to let this guy get eaten? Oh, right. It is.]
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[Rhys' arguments sort of taper off into a groan, because Gren is kind of right, but also he really doesn't want to go in front, so where does that lead him?]
Okay, but... what if we just walk like, really close together. That way you can protect me from all sides, right?
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[Well, APPARENTLY FUCKING SO, because he's pretty much babysitting this guy. And he's not even getting paid for it or anything, and there are monsters, so it's literally the worst babysitting gig ever.]
[He rolls his eyes at Rhys' compromise.]
Just quit bitchin' and get moving. You're not getting fuckin' eaten by anything.
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[But... right, okay. Rhys starts moving then, walking in tandem with Gren. A little too close to be casual, but hey, if this guy can kill the murder jello, then Rhys has no shame. Protect him, Gren-wan Kenobi. You're his only hope.]
So... what's your name? I'm Rhys.
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[If he's Obi-Wan and Rhys is Leia, than the entire galaxy is screwed. That's it, game over, insert coin. The dark side wins, everybody go home. Gren should not be anyone's only hope, he's not even his own only hope.]
[And now he's got this kid practically attached to his hip. He used to be a monster, y'know. He used to eat people. Sometimes, he really starts to weigh the pros and cons of just dropping his glamour, eating a couple of people, and fucking off into the sunset or something.]
[Rib cages are really hard on the stomach, though.]
[Oh, and the kid asked him a question.]
Gren.
[Because they're apparently both like Madonna right now and only have first names.]
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Whatever. Rhys is going to just follow closely and nod when Gren supplies him with his name. A weird name, but who is he to judge? He just came from a planet that gives out names like Nine Toes and Bossanova. Gren is pretty low-impact on that list, so he accepts it easily and glances behind them.]
I think we're almost out.
[He can start to see some light seeping through the cracks of the door at the end of the hall, anyway. Who knew that the outer ring of an arena could be so labyrinthine?]
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Telltale needs to get on the season 2 thing.][But at least it looks like freedom's up ahead, assuming that there isn't something nasty waiting on the other side of that door.]
About fuckin' time.
[He'll move a little ahead, though, because like it or not, he's protecting this clueless, well-coiffed asshole. He's not 100% sure how he got roped into it, aside from this guy just existing and being mostly helpless, but if something's on the other side of that door that wants to eat faces, it'll have to try to eat his first or something. And then maybe he can be two for two on killing annoying monsters.]
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They can see the city like this finally, and Rhys' eyes widen at the expansiveness of it all.]
...holy crap. Do you know where this is?
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[Gren steps out of the doorway and looks at the stretch of cityscape in front of him. That sure is a big, underground city that he's in without knowing exactly how he got here, and, somehow, 'drunken bender' doesn't quite seem to cover this one. Blacking out and waking up on the Vegas strip? That, he's done. Black out and wake up in a mysterious subterranean city? That's new.]
[He's not a fan.]
No idea, kid. I was gonna ask you the same fuckin' thing.
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[But Gren kind of smells like alcohol now that they're not on high alert for their lives, so Rhys is starting to doubt the integrity of his new companion. Still, in for a penny, right?]
We should... probably try to take a look around. See if we can find anyone, or a place to fortify or something.
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[He gives Rhys a sidelong look at that we in that sentence, though. The plural in association with finding a place to fortify indicates some kind of long-term arrangement, and wow coming on a little strong there, kid.]
Look, kid, let's get one thing straight here. Keeping your ass from getting murdered by jell-o is one thing, but happy fun fuckitall sleepovers is a whole fuckin' different ballgame. I'm not gonna be your fuckin' bunk buddy, got it?
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[Rhys waves his hands a little, trying to cancel that thought. Gren does not seem like the type for happy fun sleepovers, and Rhys isn't in the mood for painting all five of his fingernails right now.]
I just mean like, we should stick together, right? You've got the brawn, I'm obviously the brains, so if this is like one of those movies where it's just the two of us against an army of monsters, I want to find the gun store and start boarding the windows, you know?
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[Did you. Did you fucking just, Rhys. Did you seriously fucking just tell the guy who saved you from murder jell-o that he's the idiot of the group? When your main contribution to the not-dying effort was screaming and a flashlight?]
[Gren's kind of starting to think that Rhys might have some kind of condition that makes him say stupid shit just to see what'll happen.]
Do you think I'm some fuckin' dumbass grunt that's gonna do whatever you say? 'Cause I got a fuckin' surprise for you, Rhys.
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[Defensive now, and Rhys shakes his head. Though... yeah, he does take a slight step back, if only just to make sure that he isn't the next thing that Gren is going to put through a wall.]
I'm just saying that you're- you know, badass. I've got my own skillset. We balance each other out.
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[But he's right, Gren is totally fucking badass. That at least backs his expression down from annoyed to... well, he kind of has a resting bitchface, so there's not a whole lot of difference. But he's not about to punch anyone through a wall, so that's a plus. If he still had two arms, he'd even be crossing them right about now.]
Sounds to me like you want somebody to do the heavy lifting for you.
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[If that wasn't hostility, then what was? Nevertheless, Gren's resting bitchface doesn't seem to phase Rhys, who has to deal with more than his fair share of them during his day-to-day life. He's bad at social cues. It's a burden.]
And hey man, that's fine, we can go our separate ways. Just don't come crying to me when you need to figure out how to root your ancient phone so you can triangulate your GPS or hack into whatever server is in this place and control the lights, sound, monster release buttons, figure out how to get home, what kind of security this place has- controlling that security...
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...Phones make calls.
[They don't... do all that other shit. They have cords and buttons and are plugged into the wall and they make calls. This is what Gren knows about phones, and this is what he's sticking to.]
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