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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- abigail hobbs,
- agent carolina,
- agent maine,
- akira kurusu,
- connor,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- elena fisher,
- george lass,
- harlan halliday,
- jane jones (alice ayres),
- kelson haldane,
- kettara bloodthirst,
- laura palmer,
- margaery tyrell,
- michael munroe,
- nathan drake,
- oscar,
- peter parker,
- ruby rose,
- sally face (sal fisher),
- sansa stark,
- seel har parasiel,
- staci pratt,
- starscream,
- terrence ephemera/sharkface,
- tinya wazzo,
- tucker
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
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!
clinic!!!
Once he jumps into the action, it's pretty much nonstop. They've cleared most of the colosseum out by the time he finds it, and it's a complete accident that he does at all. He nearly trips over it, distracted by trying to keep track of the threats around him in the rain, but once he's right beside the thing there's no mistaking it.
It's a helmet, custom painted black and red. Distinctive, at least to Drake. Not something he could ever forget.
This is not the time to stop fighting to pick up something abandoned on the ground, but Drake is completely overwhelmed by his unexpected discovery and what it might mean. Things don't come through the Door without a connection to someone here. Is Ephemera here, then? Is he back? Drake doubts he could see the screen of his phone through the storm right now to check the network, and checking his phone would be an even stupider move than just standing here like an idiot. So he's not doing that, but he is staring dumbstruck at the helmet. If he's here... what could have happened to make him leave it behind? He doesn't even want to think about just how injured Ephemera would have to be to abandon a piece of his armor.
His moment of indecision really only lasts a few seconds, but that's long enough off his game that he loses track of what's where around him, and he can't hear much over the storm. An unfortunate combination of factors that leads to one of the ogres getting in close to take a mighty swing at him, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying into the wall of the colosseum.
Luckily, the storm also means that it'll be hard to see his brief shift into full-on zombie mode, which he shakes off quickly. He's fine. He has to be. He's gotta get back in the game, finish things here, and confirm what's simultaneously now his greatest hope and fear.
It's probably the fiercest he's been in a fight since the Null invasion, and when he finally emerges from the colosseum, rain inefficiently rinsing the blood out of his soaked clothes, it's with the helmet under his arm. He huddles over his phone, trying to shield the screen enough to see, and sure enough... Ephemera's name is there on the list. Drake can feel his own heartbeat, a rare occurrence. He's here. So now the question is where, how hurt is he, and does he remember? Drake is sure as fuck about to find out. He can't send a message in this storm and the clinic seems like a good place to check anyway -- if it's a bust, he'll take shelter for a minute and call from there. Which is how it comes to pass that only a few minutes later Drake is barging into the clinic a dripping, bloodstained mess, raking his wet hair out of his face as he looks around. He hears cursing from one of the exam rooms -- familiar cursing, and rushes that way, leaving puddles in his wake.
Well fuck.
He's gotta keep it together, and so fights back the wave of emotion threatening to knock him over to step forward, holding up the abandoned helmet. ]
...you dropped this.
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Hey, you found it.
[ Saves him the trip of having to run back out in the rain and track it down. DiMA dragged his sorry ass back to the clinic, but risking his life for Ephemera's helmet understandably wasn't in the cards. But it's back now, he's more or less fine, and that's the important shit.
His smile fades a little when he looks and really sees the expression on Drake's face. The rain's soaked him, but it hasn't managed to get rid of the blood or the sharp, hopeful look in Drake's eyes. ]
You hurt? C'mere, let me see.
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It's not my blood, I'll be fine. What ha-- [ No, he probably knows what happened. Knows what Ephemera would have gone home to, knowledge that's haunted him for months. He rephrases. ] Are you going to be okay? Where's Pell?
[ It doesn't look like any of the wounds are in vital spots, and he knows that's none of these are what killed him, but... what if he's still bleeding internally? Ephemera seems awfully calm, considering. Drake's only managing it on the surface, a careful strength borne of years of necessity. With everything that's happened since the other man disappeared, him showing up now... ]
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[ Fuck, it's good to hold him. Ephemera bumps their foreheads together gently. ]
Think I blinked home for bit. It sucked.
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It'll be better when they're back home and he can actually let his guard down but for now he'll rest their foreheads together and focus on keeping his breathing steady. ]
Obviously. I was worried I'd never see you again, I-- it was more than a blink, you were gone awhile.
[ Slow breaths. Maybe they shouldn't have this conversation here, but. ]
It sucked a lot.
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[ Something isn't fitting with this moment. The way Drake holds him, the way he looked coming into the clinic. Ephemera exhales. Squeezes Drake's hand hard. Focus. Work with what you know. ]
Fuck it. I don't care. You're here.
[ He cups Drake's cheek with his free hand, gentle and sure. ]
You're here. Everything else, that can wait.
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[ He's back at just the right time, Drake thinks, he was losing his grip a bit. And somehow that tracks: right when he most needs him, Ephemera's there. Just like before. The stretch in between was some kind of cosmic glitch, what he's done in that time can be explained later. ]
Do you have to stay here? To be monitored or whatever? Or can I drag you home...? I kept the apartment, it's on this island.
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[ He stays close, just touching Drake. Holding him. The closeness feels dangerously important, something that has to be maintained or else something will slip. Ephemera breathes. Squeezes Drake's hand again.
They're all right. They're both here. ]
Nah. Pell fixed the worst of it. I'm good.
[ He pauses. ]
Wait. Island? What island?
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[ And he wants the privacy, if he's honest. It's still hard to pull away but he manages, reaching instead to help Ephemera get back into his suit and armor. ]
This is a different planet... we moved about a month after you disappeared, the city's spread across four islands here. We're on the west one right now. I'll give you a tour when the storm blows over, okay?
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Yeah, but not here. Not yet. ]
Yeah. Let's go home.
[ Ephemera offers his hand to Drake once he's done getting his gear back on. Everything but his helmet: that he keeps tucked under his arm. It's better if Drake sees his face now, he thinks. ]
....I missed some shit, huh?
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I'll catch you up, promise. You might wanna put your helmet on to get through the storm, it's even worse than it was this morning.
[ He manages a tiny smile, then, squeezing enough to be felt through the armored glove. ]
Kind of a good excuse not to leave home for awhile, actually.
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Has it been like this for a while?
[ He pulls his helmet on, letting his HUD scan the area. No movement so far. ]
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[ With his free hand he points through the rain at a spire in the distance, shouting to be heard over the wind. ]
That's ours. Everything's moved around, but you'll catch on.
[ Drake doesn't seem worried about being attacked on the way home, knowing most of this month's monsters have already being dispatched. Because he helped with that. If any escaped before he arrived, they're nowhere to be seen right now and they make it to the spire uneventfully. The only challenge to face is the stairs, all eight flights, but when they get up to the apartment they used to share Ephemera will see it's largely unchanged.
It's much tidier -- the painting supplies and dropcloths long since tucked away -- but all the murals are just as they were. Ephemera's sketchbooks are in a neat stack now, on one of the end tables in the living room as if they're frequently flipped through. Drake's reaper window boxes are on the floor by the windows to protect them from the storm.
He closes the door and leans down to get out of his boots before going to dry off. ]
I didn't want to move... held on to your clothes, too.
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The questions slip away when they get inside. Ephemera removes his helmet slowly, turning in a circle to scan the apartment. It's the window boxes that catch his attention first and he knees down for a better look, pulling off a gauntlet so he can touch one.
He swallows hard. Looks back to Drake. ]
How long have I been gone?
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A hundred and thirty eight days.
[ He seems certain, just knows off the top of his head. ]
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He asks a question. Drake answers.
Ephemera bows his head, rubbing his hand over his good eye. ]
I don't remember.
[ It's said quietly. He ought to remember being gone. ]
I'm. I'm sorry.
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No. Don't, please. Nobody can control leaving and nobody remembers, it's not your fault.
[ But it seems like exactly what he was afraid of is what happened. Ephemera didn't remember. Not this place, not him, not making nice with Wash. He went back and was just Sharkface again, didn't stop the fight like they'd planned, and... fuck. His voice shakes a little when he speaks again, sounding less steady than Ephemera's ever heard him. But he's gone 138 days without ever completely letting his guard down, and it's worn him thin and raw. ]
You remember now. Right?
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I remember.
[ It's said firmly. There's no question about that. There never was. ]
What'd you need?
[ Ephemera desperately wants to make this better, somehow. Make it right. He's not certain that's possible, but he wants badly to try. ]
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Someone I could trust, I guess? Lup always stuck with me. Nick came through every time. I think I dumped on Lance, at first, before trying to dial that back. Tucker got it. I didn't... I wasn't alone, and that was usually enough.
[ Ephemera was alone, though. That wasn't the plan. But they're not talking about that because neither of them are going to go back to that. They'll find another way, the door pieces are getting collected and they'll figure it out. This won't happen again, it can't.
What does he need now? This, basically. Ephemera's grip on his arm and voice in his ears instead of his head. He breathes out, tries to smile but that's shaky, too. ]
Get all this off, man, I'll dry off and grab you some clothes. Then we can just... sit for a minute, before I tell anybody. I want you to myself for a minute.
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Breathe. ]
Okay. I can do that.
[ One thing at a time. But first...
Ephemera swallows, then reaches out to cup Drake's face in his hands. ]
Can I kiss you? Please?
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He's turning to go get them towels and dry clothes when Ephemera reaches for him, and the armored gloves are cold on his face. He goes still, remembering. Nods slightly, and realizes after a moment that he's holding his breath. ]
Yeah. You always can.
[ He should have done that already, honestly, he's just.... very overwhelmed, and still trying to hold his shit together. At least for the moment. ]
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Thank you.
[ He tips his head and kisses Drake softly, and with great care. ]
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It drags on, gentle and warm and real, and when it breaks he takes another shuddering breath, feeling himself uncoil just a little. ]
...I missed you so much.
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I'm here now. I've got your back.
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Never doubted that. You always have. But I'm freezing, come on.
[ He can't actually duct tape the other man to his side for reassurance, they've gotta function, but he'll indulge himself a little longer and snag Ephemera's hand as he pulls away to drag him to change. Dry clothes, he wants them, let's go. ]
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