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hadriel_logs2018-08-10 11:06 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-08-10 11:06 am
Intro Log: Please Remove Metal From Luggage
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
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.
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And then he stops when said tiefling addresses him. He turns and gets an eyeful of... all of that and it's very clear from his face that there is some level of "oh god what are you wearing why are you SO MUCH" crossing that unbearably ponce-y face of his.
Fortunately, he is at least moderately polite, and since he made eye contact, he has to respond with something other than, "who dresses you? what bet did you lose??"]
What are the stakes? [Because in case this person has access to coin, there won't be any. And as a man who gambles with his own soul frequently, gambling with nothing sounds boring.
But again, he's dreadfully bored anyway.]
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But, bless his heart, he doesn't immediately turn and run when he's called over for a game. Molly grins at him.]
Well, if it's not obvious already, I'm new in town, and I'm very interested in getting to know the locals. I thought it'd be interesting if we bet questions instead.
Not "who's in charge here" and boring shite like that, but something actually interesting, like, say... "who's the most important person in your life" or "what form does your greatest enemy take".
[Exactly the sort of game Molly would hate, if he were planning to play fair: a game of revealed secrets.]
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It just doesn't fucking matter here, and what little hold he has on making sure others don't trust him too much, but like him just enough that he isn't ostracized could be in danger here.
Which is to say that this is a game he already feels like he has a shitty buy-in for. His secrets and sins are numerous, and they're ugly. And yet... he's still standing here... and approaching the table, the arcane cloak over his shoulders flashing lightning on its underside as he moves his feet.]
In my experience, secrets cost a person more than money. All we have is our reputations here, and those are built from the ground up. One of us could become very rich, very quickly.
[Or not if no one gives a fuck about who they are as a person. Certainly a couple of people know about his guns here, but they don't know how he came to make them or what lengths he'll go to get his way. He is a man freed from his legacy here, and still wearing it like an albatross around his neck.
Maybe that's why he sits down.]
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His answer says a lot, and his continued willingness to pay what is, in his own words, a high price. He's either very confident that he has nothing to lose -- unlikely, very few people enjoy being an open book -- or he thinks Molly has something worth risking it for -- equally unlikely, and a very stupid move. Or, he simply enjoys high stakes, which may be the likeliest option of the three.
Molly's grin turns into more of a sort of slimy smirk as he cuts the deck and shuffles. He didn't recognize the jokers or the face cards, so he removed them -- this deck goes from A to 10.]
I think the real currency being exchanged in a game like this is trust. The trust you give your opponent, a stranger, to be true to his word. The trust you give that stranger not to use his winnings against you.
Anyway, I have nothing to gain by tarnishing the reputation of a man I just met, but you'll just have to trust me on that.
[Molly winks, deals himself three cards, and then places the deck with finality before the grey-haired human.]
Take three and don't show them to me. My bet is: "What is your name?" Small, to start. You can raise with more questions, if you'd like.
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[He pulls three cards- two 1's and a four, which is a shit hand if he's ever seen one. Since his name is one of the most freely given things, he places them back down without raising.]
That bet isn't worth the bluff for such a shit hand. My name is Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III.
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It does falter when the man says his name. He drops his hand on the table, two 3's and a 10. He reaches up with the same hand and grasps at the air over his shoulder like he's expecting someone to put something in it.]
Can you repeat that more slowly-- Does anyone have a pen? Anyone? No? Three people have this name, you're saying?
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That's what happens when you're the middle child of nobility. You don't inherit, so you get to hold all of the names everyone wants kept in the family.
[He takes a pointed sip of his drink.] I'll let that go for free.
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[Molly... can't say he's ever actually met someone born into nobility. Pretended to be that someone, sure, but never actually had dealings with a noble.
Apparently the Door doesn't discriminate.]
Well, if we're in the business of giving out free answers, Mollymauk Tealeaf. Molly to my friends. I had a pretty terrible hand too, anyway.
Alright then, Quincival, you get the next question.
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How did you come by the tattoos? [And to prove he's not just asking a question he can't answer, himself, he raises his right arm and pulls the sleeve away to reveal his own, though it's really more of a brand than a tattoo. Close enough.
His cards are a 1, 9, and 3. Not great... But perhaps it's time to try and bluff. See where that gets him.] In fact, I'm feeling a bit daring now. I'll raise with "where do you come from?"
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Molly draws his own cards... A 5, a 1, and another 1. At least it's not just a two of a kind of the lowest degree -- it's also an "all odds" hand. Which is just barely better than a two of a kind.
While "Quincival" is looking at his own hand, Molly sneakily switches out one of the ones and receives... another 5. Well, at least it's a higher value hand. At the raise, though, Molly raises an eyebrow.]
Oh? We're really building our way up there. I'll meet that bet.
[He reveals his hand.]
All odds.
[Against Percy's hand, though, the value of Molly's hand is lower. Whoops.]
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All odds. And yet... [He grins and tilts his drink in a mock toast.] I expect to the story I'm about to hear to be a fascinating one.
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[Molly doesn't want to go too deep into the whys of his tattoos, it's not nearly as high stakes a bet as all that, but he doesn't mind at least letting on what they are and how he got them.]
The ones that came first were the flowers on my shoulder, intermingling with a piece that snakes down my arm.
[He demonstrates by pulling back his collar a bit to show off the tips of the carnations' petals, while the snake's head is very visible on the back of his hand.]
While the flowers were purely ornamental, the snakes are for some of my fellow carnival folk. You'd know if you'd met them.
The pyramid flanked by a sun and a moon on my back came about afterwards, the pyramid at the suggestion of two others from the carnival. The sun and moon I added to represent them. Fletching and Moondrop.
The peacock came last.
[He idly traces the feathers a bit on the exposed parts of his chest, flashing a grin.]
That one represents yours truly, in honor of something another from the carnival said to me once. A little inside joke.
I got them all over time, while we traveled from town to town. I'd come up with some gold, enough for someone to put some ink on me, and find a proper artist for it. That's all.
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He is, at the very least, predictable in his ponceyness.] Well. If you're going to spend your gold on something like that, at least it lasts forever.
[That's the most polite way a person can say "you paid actual hard-earned money to look that tacky?"]