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Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, lots of rain and angry ogres

If the rain on your face isn't enough to wake you up in the colosseum, maybe the thundering footsteps and- well, thunder- is. The first thing that you may notice is that it's incredibly wet around here, with winds that could knock you over if you aren't careful and thunder that brings with it a torrent of constant rainfall.

That's all fine though, because the gods saw fit to help you out on your way in and now everyone will be waking up wearing a rain coat! These coats are a little odd, and some of them are downright silly, but we trust that you'll make do. Of course, a few of the raincoats have additional sleeves, neck holes, and entirely too many buttons as well- but hey, it's the best we could do.

Wait, what was that about thundering footsteps? Oh right, as you're navigating your new fashion choices, there are some monsters afoot who will want nothing more than to grind you into a pulp and eat you- well, if you're organic, that is. If you're not organic, then they still want to grind you to a pulp, but maybe not so much the eating part.

Ogres are from many fantasy stories, but these in particular are from the Dragon Age series. With incredible strength and stamina and massive horns, fangs, and a bloodlust for violence, these monsters won't stop until everyone around them is a blood smear on the ground. They're also not too happy about this rainfall either, so be careful not to slip in the puddles as you run away from them!

Once you've splashed around a bit, feel free to run off into the stormy abyss of our islands. 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 September 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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[It's certainly not the text she expects to receive.

Mettaton disappeared back when they were all kids running around; she woke up from her god-induced nap to find him missing, his phone line dead. Normally, she would have made some sort of announcement, but-- it was just too much. To be alone, to be the last monster still here... well. It was a lot. Too much to take public.

So to get a text, idly grab her phone, and see his name caused a scream and a hasty drop like she had been burned, followed by a scramble to the floor to grab it and reread the words over and over.

He's here. He's-- back.

He remembers she's here.

Her hands are shaking too much to respond via text, and while she's never been a fan of using her voice, she has to know this is real right now. Prepare to be screamed at, Metta.]

Metta, M-Metta, please answer, I, I-- is that really you!? Please, tell me you can hear me, oh my god--

[She'll just blow up here it's fine. So good.]

[Okay, but why would he ever stop this man from slapping himself on the floor. This is fucking incredible. The only indication that Taako is there is when he finally breaks into laughter after watching this weird human just get slap-happy. Catch him leaning in the doorframe, those elf ears breaking the human silhouette and probably making this whole situation worse.]

Holy shit, dude. You gonna keep going on that? Like, don't let me stop you, this is incredible.

[Sorry, Jake, this is probably not the welcome wagon you need right now.]

[An annoyance. He wants to ask if that's like 'small fly' kind of annoyance or what? But he decides against it.]

Okay, that's good. I feel a little better about that.

[He'll just take this nice lady's word for it. He can always learn about monsters and all of that scary stuff later, anyway.]

Oh - man, sorry. I'm Sal, by the way.

Ain't never heard of it. [ It sounds like the name of a city, but Daryl knows his part of Georgia pretty well, and Hadriel isn't on any map he's ever seen. He still can't figure out how he ended up here from where he was, wherever here is, but he supposes knowing the name of the place is the first step to getting back. ] Where were you runnin' from? Atlanta, like everyone else?

[ He takes the rag from her cagily, pressing it against his head to slow the bleeding, watching her all the while. She seems well taken care of for the end of the world, so she must have some base like the farm to work from. Carolina here definitely hasn't been living in a tent of the back of a car somewhere. ]

Make it? [ Daryl sneers a little, even with the evidence of her assistance pressed to his temple. ] I don't know you. I ain't goin' anywhere.

[ They had trusted the farm, and that had luckily turned out okay, but they'd had no choice then; Carl had just been shot, that girl Maggie had come out of nowhere and taken Lori on her horse, and Hershel was the only help to be had for the dying kid. The guy was an old church-goer. He'd had no choice but to talk them in, and they'd had no choice but to stay when they didn't find Sophia.

And that's what Daryl's thinking about; that he should be out looking for that missing kid, or else trying to find a way back to his people. Carolina would be right that he's prone to pushing himself too far, but that doesn't mean he trusts the good in strangers yet. He pushes himself because he only has himself, and he thinks that for now, he's just gotten lucky. Why push it?

He leans away when she moves to wrap his head but eventually relents, looking at her suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. It hurts, but Daryl is starting to numb to the pain more than it's causing him to wince.

Yet what she says makes Daryl's scowl turn incredulous. He's silent for a second, his face screwed up in disbelief. ]

What d'you mean monsters? More shit like that? That's worse than walkers! [ But he's not sure if he's even hearing this right. What does she mean, 'every time new people come'? ] Is this some kinda stronghold? Army hold-out? [ Because that's the only thing that makes any kind of sense to Daryl. But those fucking monsters... ]

Edited 2018-09-19 02:33 (UTC)

[Normally seeing someone just sitting in the middle of the street in the pouring rain wouldn't make Mangus stop and think that something was wrong or off. He's certainly done a bunch of weird stuff in his life and sitting in the rain getting soaked didn't even make the top ten.]

[But from a distance in the haze of the rain, seeing a large orc woman made Magnus stop and immediately begin to jog over to see who it was.]

KILLIAN?

[He skid to a stop just a few feet away and the moment he gets a closer look he frowns and sounds disappointed in his discovery.]

Damn, you're not Killian. That's a bummer.

Yep. This kind of shit happens around here. I don't know if the storm's a god thing or just a weather thing, but get used to it. If it's a god thing, we're looking at about a week, week and a half of this, but it's tough to say. God shit usually happens a couple weeks after the new arrivals show up.

[Sorry to crush your dreams immediately, kid, but HH abides by honesty. Better Sally know what he's up against now than getting blindsided down the road.]

Yeah, that's all you do. There's no phone book or anything. Everyone's just squatting wherever. My advice is to stick to this island, though. Most of the good shit's around here, and having to travel by boat will get annoying really fucking fast.

[...True, but not what he meant, so he's going to take that as a no. Bummer.

Whoa okay he's apparently upset her, though. Whoops. Even if she was a half-orc from his world, this is about what he should've expected as a response. He should've known better.]

Hey, calm down. I'm sorry.

[He takes a step back and puts his hands up in an attempt to placate. He's not so much worried about her attacking him—his magic is powerful enough to zip away without either of them getting hurt—but he does feel bad for offending her.]

Like I said, I just thought we might be from the same world. That's a rarity around here. Half-orcs are just another race where I'm from.

[His eyebrows shoot up.]

No shit? That sucks.

[Putting it lightly, yeah, but what else is he supposed to say to that?]

It's lucky you remember being here before. I've heard that's not always the case when you're gone for as long as you were.

[Her injuries are relatively minor, which is good news. Healing is far from his specialty, so he's just got the one spell and he can't do much about serious damage. Her unpredictability is making him nervous on the contact front, but he has to touch her for the spell to work, so he does. He presses his fingertips to her wrist a little warily, holding there for just a few seconds while the spell takes effect, and then—yep okay she's yelling oh my god.]

I'm a sorcerer. It's magic.

[Yeah, so it's definitely not a thing where she's from. Figures. It's rare that he runs into people who are versed in this shit.]

I could teach you sometime if you're interested. The healing's a bit much when you're starting out, but there's easier shit. Like this.

[It's a smooth transition into a thing he wanted to do anyway, especially with the storm threatening to blow away the whole island outside. He steps around her and grabs one of the large shards of glass off of the floor, his eyes moving between it and the hole in the window as he tries to piece the puzzle together.

Once he's found the spot where it belongs, he slots it into place and runs his finger over the crack. As he does, the glass stitches itself back together, and when he pulls away, it's like that piece had never broken off in the first place.]

The tricky part is that you have to figure out which piece goes where before you can fix it.

[And so it's back to the glass pile. This will take a while, but it's something to do. He's been bored all cooped up because of the storm, anyway.]

Shit. [She doesn't look particularly sad, because death is just so fucking weird for her. Not to mention he is obviously standing in front of her, so fuck it all, right?]

Yeah, death doesn't really care if you try to dodge it. It just keeps on comin'. But now you're here, back with us, where crap like that doesn't matter. Drake an' I's dead people club gets to go up a member.

Edited 2018-09-19 03:22 (UTC)

Is that so?

[She's so cute when she's insulting an entire species.]

I never put much thought into ears. [A thought!] Just the ears? Or is everything ugly about humans?

[It's a very helpful hoard of pretty carnivorous butterflies. What's to be frightened by?]

You wanted assistance, didn't you? Why warn for what you've asked for? [Tyki blinks, one of the Teez settling on the side of his head like an over-sized barrette. A rather fetching, if not a bit awkward look.] What, haven't seen a butterfly before?

[He's not even going to attempt to help him up.]

I'm glad I can be of help. [ It's the reason she walks the Earth as Faith: to help, even if her actions are often counterproductive. ] Oh, I forgot to introduce myself: I'm Faith Seed.

[ He's totally not joking considering he tortured a human with an energon probe, but details. He just gives Peter this appalled sort of look when he perches himself on his shoulder. ]

And what exactly do you think you're doing? [ He sounds totally offended right now as he moves to brush Peter off his shoulder. ]

Don't think because you're giving some...advice, that you can just do whatever you please. [ Aka he doesn't like being touched by humans, get off!! ]

[ Oh please, so he's one of those types. Starscream will roll his eyes as he gives Jesse a sneer. He's actually finding this amusing but he does enjoy picking on the smaller and weaker. ]

Don't get so dramatic. If I wanted to squish you I wouldn't have spoken to you to begin with.

[ Yes because that is so comforting to hear from a 12 foot tall robot. ]

My family's patriarch likes to spoil me from time to time. He fancies himself to be something of an inventor. [Among other, terrible things. The Millennium Earl is a monster of epic proportions, both literally and figuratively, that creates monsters out of love and pain. Tyki's flesh eating butterflies are among the kindest of his creations. Aside from Lero, the literal umbrella golem, nothing he's made has been anywhere near benign.

Tyki offers his arm to her, and if she'll allow it some of the Teez will grab her groceries. Scavenging in the rain is a terrible amount of work, after all. And a well mannered gentlemen can't have ladies carrying bags like commoners.

No matter how common they might be.] Hardly. But I can certainly keep you from the rain as you travel. Perhaps even dry your clothes, if you'd like.

[ Eastern Island, got it. Maybe he'll make his lodgings there. At least he'll have privacy to do what he wants. ]

It is the energy source of my kind. I'm assuming these gods have left it somewhere around here. I have been told that the...store has such items. But to leave it in there for humans to come in contact with- [ He shrugs his shoulders. ]

Well they'll learn quick enough to not touch what isn't theirs.

[she whistles lowly] He must be some inventor, to come up with these. [and Jane thought she had it rough with an alcoholic for a mom and an absentee dad. she got out of there the day she turned eighteen and never looked back.

she's never had a man offer his arm to her, not even Dan, so she takes it with a smile and she lets the Teez take her groceries. scavenging in the rain is something she's done before, but she never had a gentleman to make it better.

and she's as common as they get] Really? You can do that? Then, y'know, feel free?

Survival is usually a favorable outcome. [But that was lifetimes ago and he's actually died since. Life is a little stranger when you're a bunch of weird genes and an old secret in a mostly human form.]

So far, the weather is worse. As is my financial situation. But it's nice to be rid of some of my responsibilities. [Tyki makes a little laugh, shaking his head at the smaller scale bit.] True. Better against a few than against a world. [With Tyki's luck and perchance for terrible decisions, that might change.]

[She's a talented flirt. The kind that makes a person think they actually have a chance, it seems sincere and lovely and it makes him want to spoil her a bit. Maybe this is what Cyril feels like with Tricia? No, he's not that strange and dramatic. And certainly not that attached.

But there's something about a beautiful blonde with warm mannerisms and a great sense of humor that really appeals to him. It makes him want to corrupt her. To take her out killing with him, to show her the worst of him in hopes she'd enjoy it.

Too bad he can't simply place Noah genes inside of a person and make them blossom, she'd be frightening with power. In the best sort of way.

But that's not possible. So he kills the thought before it takes root, he's been through this several times in this life alone. Some humans are just more interesting than others, and it makes him want to keep them around. To do something about that fragile mortality, and make them something like him. But then again, part of why he loves humans is that they're not like him. They're more interesting because they're weak and flawed and they have to work a hell of a lot harder than he does.] I'd love that. I'm afraid in my time, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth and we mostly used smoke signals for communication, cellulars just weren't readily available. Telephones didn't have buttons, either.

[To Tyki, she might as well be a fine court girl. She's well mannered and charming, with the right dress no one would think twice of her at the fanciest of parties. She just has that aura about her, that easy to adore energy that makes women like her irresistible.

But Tyki would find her far more fascinating if he knew what kind of struggles she's had to overcome. He likes her, he really does. But flaws make for a more fantastic human.] I'm glad there's someone here worth spending time with. It almost makes up for the kidnapping and monsters. [He withdraws his hand, eyes still on her, and he removes his phone from a pocket.] I'll make it up to you if you can get me some basic skills with this contraption, Laura.

Cool Ranch or Nacho?

[Answer wisely or they can't be friends. ]

Sweets are fine I guess. There used to be a candy store with hundreds of flavors of salt water taffy back home. It closed though.

[Because the owners were murdered by a cult.]

[Tyki nods.] He's talented. Eccentric, but talented. These are just one of his creations. [A girl does what she has to do. Tyki had the benefit of being born male in his time period with a wealthy politician for a brother. Even if he chose the vagrant life, he never suffered or had to worry about money or cruelty.

But from his time on the road, he saw horrible things. So the love and hate of humans comes tempered with both disgust and sympathy. Especially when it comes to women and children. Their lot is harder than others, at least where he's from. Especially if they aren't wealthy.

He smiles warmly when she takes his arm, and then presses his hand against her soggy garments. How terrible they must feel.] Of course. [Tyki closes his eyes and the water simply goes. When he rejects it from what he's touching, it's like she was never wet at all. It just simply ceases to exist, reality bending to his choice.] Much better, don't you think?

I feel like I'm missing something. [Manateez he gets, it's clever enough. He saw some of those creatures of holiday once. Butterfly Effect as a theory is after his time, but it seems right enough. But Teezer Trailer has him lost, he's a bit too old school to get those kind of references.

Tyki thinks for a moment, trying to see if he forgot something.] While it doesn't need to eat to survive, a bit of meat provides a nice treat for it. It might make a little noise from time to time, too. Don't be bothered if it's unsettling sounding. It means no harm.

[It's fine. Sal has a greater preference for honesty anyway. He also has super had enough of being blindsided by anything.]

Huh.

[This was good to know. He definitely doesn't want to have to constantly travel by boat. Still, it was a lot of information to take in. This was all so weird even for him. Especially after talking to some people and reading over that guide that he found on his phone. It cleared things up, sure, but it also made his head spin.

He scratches at the back of his head. While his expression was hidden that action alone plus the shifting of his feet were enough to convey the fact that he was starting to get a little overwhelmed.]

Uhhh, okay. This island for convenience, god induced thunder storms...maybe, god stuff usually a little after new arrivals - which is apparently a scheduled thing. God it.

...

This feels like a fever dream.

Don't worry about it.

[Maybe someday he'll explain movie trailers.]

I'm sure I won't mind. [Once you hear a ghost shriek in your ear and gurgle as a form of communication your threshold for unsettling sounds gets a little higher.] Does it need to live in like...a special kind of environment? Cool temperature, warm temperature - stuff like that? Not that most of that can be controlled well around here, I'm guessing. But if I can do whatever I can to make it more comfortable I will.

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