Intro Log: Please Remove Metal From Luggage

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-13th
Warnings: New folks, metal falling apart, fun stuff

As you wake up on the sand of the colosseum, gazing up at cloudy gray skies, you might wonder what you're doing here. Where are you? How did you get here? You'll figure it all out soon enough, so try to clamp down on that rising panic, or you just might end up in a dangerous situation.

Because, of course, you're not the only thing that arrived. The Door has also chosen to pull in some rust monsters. These monsters may look a bit like insects, but they're much larger, with a rather vicious bite. You can fight them, but be careful - anything metal that touches them instantly begins to corrode. Your sword, a bullet from your gun, even your robot friend. Might want to keep a little distance.

And that's not all. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a variety of unique and delightful musical instruments. If you're the musical sort, maybe you can figure out how to play one - or maybe you already know. Hopefully no rust monster has wandered too close to the one you want to try, or you might find that it's missing important metal bits.

Once you've found a way to express the song in your heart, feel free to leave whatever bit of safety you've found. You can explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers August 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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CARD GAMES ON MOTORCYCLES! https://youtu.be/WKDMTwpLFTI

[puzzlingly]

He knew it, from the moment he saw that flashy armor, he remembered him, it was that odd feeling again, the same he had with Matthew, as if it had been some kind of dream, but he doesn't dwell on that at all, instead, he faces the challenge with a full shit eating grin and does not show any kind of fear that he might actually crash into him.

Ah, he's that kind, huh?

"Tch, don't scratch it." He says with a chuckle, which is blatantly mocking as the bike's paint is incredibly weary as if it had been through hell and back, maybe it has.

"Tranquility gave them to us to make a delivery at some other planet a while ago, I just kinda kept it. Why, you jelly?"

CLASSIC MEME

[blazingsword]

Damn right he's that kind. You can take the kid out of juvie but you can't take the juvie out of the kid.

He eyes the bike, taking in the measure of it, it's not like one he's ridden before but he's fairly certain he can figure it out. Natural driver-slash-pilot after all.

Atem's question makes his brow furrow, however.

"Jelly?"

That's probably something Lance has said and something Keith has totally ignored.

[puzzlingly]

Cue another (gentler) chuckle, somehow all of his friends' manners of speech had rubbed on him and just now he seems to notice it. At another time, he would have asked the same thing.

"Jealous."

He lets that slide anyway, Keith barely seems the type to joke about that kind of stuff.

"Getting your bearings? I'm afraid you're gonna have to take a few boats if you wanna get the full Hadriel experience."

[blazingsword]

Jealous. Why say Jelly instead? That’s just confusing. Jelly is an actual thing…

He doesn’t press though.

He is actually kinda jealous, after all.

“Finding my way around,” Keith confirms. Figuring out the lay of the land, learning what he has to work with in the event he needs to. He should probably find a place to sleep too but that’s secondary right now. He’s camped out on enough alien worlds to not be super worried. “Are there a lot of boats?”

[puzzlingly]

Wow, don't ruin his fun.

At the question Atem seems think about it.

"Hmm, kind of. Something tells me you're not gonna be a fan. There is a pier on the south, north, west and east of each island, and there are four of those. We are in the West one."

Duck boats and other crappy things are out there, waiting to help the unfortunate to cross from island to island.

"Did any of your friends come with you?" He asks as he leans on the bike, he doesn't think he'd be out there alone exploring by his own if it were the case, but might as well ask.

[blazingsword]

"No," Keith confirms Atem's suspicions. "None of my team was there when I woke up, and even if they moved we have linked communication through our helmets. I'm talking to empty air."

When he was pulled from, everyone was wearing their armor, so there was no reason to think they wouldn't be equally armored up.

[puzzlingly]

Talking to empty air. What if he told him he knows exactly how that feels? He's been doing so for almost a year now, but no, he will not go there, if anything he simply gives him a sympathetic glance. It's probably for the best, given Hadriel's nature but...

"You're not alone. Just so you know." It might be cheesy, juvenile even but, he means it; for a long time he's felt alone despite of having friends here, but it's never the same, the reminder is often needed.

[blazingsword]

Keith hesitated at the perhaps cheesy affirmation. It's something he only recently learned with even his own team, that there was more than one person in the universe who wouldn't abandon him.

Knowing and internalizing were different things.

"Strong community here?" He asked, rather than think too much of those he had lost for the time being.

[puzzlingly]

A few months back, Atem would have answered without hesitation, this time, however, he seems to delay the answer.

"I suppose you could say so. When there is a common enemy, we overlook our differences at best. Though... there is always the odd individual that prefers mayhem and chaos before cooperation and general wellbeing."

Expected, but not because of that less disappointing or less difficult to deal with. The fact that everything in his life has been basically reduced to how to deal with one single demon out there is daunting, it's his job anyway, might as well start assuming that fact.

[blazingsword]

Keith made a face at that answer but nodded just the same in understanding. Big universe, full of all types. Even in situations where it seems impossible that one could manage to remain neutral, there are those enterprising few that will always find a way to look out only for number one.

"I don't suppose you've got a list of people to look out for?"

[puzzlingly]

He was afraid this conversation would take that turn, it's not like he wants to put a bounty on people's heads but, she's not a person... Not to him anyway.

"There is a demon here, goes under the name of Caedra. It looks like a woman with jet black eyes, no white sclera whatsoever. It kills and tortures for fun. The gods have apparently toned down its powers but it's still quite powerful. Be careful if you find it."

Maybe there are others to look out for, but for him, this demon has taken priority.

Atem makes a little pause in which he takes a good look at Keith, as if he were weighting his worth. Maybe he is. The armor can mean so many things, not exactly that he's a warrior because of it, it doesn't mean anything alone, the scar might have happened under so many circumstances, it doesn't quite tell him much either. His body built is bigger than him, athletic, even; Atem himself might not look too strong for as lean as he is, but he's fast and has been training for long months now, not everything is about physical strength. Maybe Keith isn't entirely useless as Atem used to be when he got to Hadriel.

"Can you fight?"