hadriel_logs | 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!

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[ Poor Alphys she is going to be rather tiny compared to him, yes. He lets out a small chuckle though at the response. ]

Pardon me for being a bit skeptical at that. [ He's had a bad experience at the hands of humans, so he's a bit wary for the most part. ]

Are there really so many of us here that such a thing is warranted? [ He actually looks a bit intrigued. He's only encountered one other robot aside from himself thus far. ]

How many are there? And if you must know, yes, I am. Not that it is of any concern to you. [ Said with no small amount of seriousness as his eyes narrow. ]

[Well, this wouldn't be the first time someone bigger than her came in and started trying to take charge of the place. Sometimes things happen. Sometimes ya just blow up. It is what it is.]

I mean, I don't know an e-exact number... at least five?

[That's not wrong, really. She has no idea. Up to now she had been fixing two, helping a third. But more have come in this round, so... who knows! Honestly!]

Besides, we need to be able to build things, or fix the computer when it breaks, and uh, s-stuff like that.

[ Starscream is very good at blowing hot air and not actually being menacing though. But it sure is easier when the person is so much easier to pushover. ]

All...logical reasons as a former colleague would say. But all these different parts actually work together?

[ He finds it hard to believe and his skepticism is apparent. It's true that Earth tech blended well enough with Cybertroinian technology. But he hasn't had the chance to really study these...Null. But that does give him an idea. ]

Has no one captured one of these Null alive to...examine it?

[Alphys is scared of just about everyone, so anyone even acting mildly menacing is gonna win this one.]

I mean, if the p-parts don't fit, we can just use pieces of them. The curve of the sheeting, or, uh, some wiring to connect... you know?

[When he mentions the Null, though, her head spines perk up, and she shakes her head, hands waving in front of her chest.]

Oh, oh no, that's not possible. They'll keep fighting until they're destroyed or they kill their target. Plus they b-broadcast to all the other Null, so, getting just one is hard on it's own.

Sounds...unpleasant. [ He just gives a disgusted looking expression. To be pieced together with spare parts like some sort of robotic project that only humans could cook up, he can't even imagine it. After seeing what became of Breakdown he's not sure he would ever want a human to work on him. ]

Has no one tried to hack into their broadcasts, or even into them?

[ Cybertronian technology could probably get the job done, but it's getting the resources that's the problem. ]

[Necessity breeds innovation, and humans are nothing if not resourceful. Alphys, being nonhuman and working primarily from garbage all of the time, is likely even more so. She does good work, but what can you do when the materials are insufficient?]

Well, I, uh-- I tried. I mean, I could, temporarily. B-But they're a hivemind. If you upload a piece of data, they'll overwrite it once they link with another one. So nothing lasts more than, uhm, a few minutes.

If we had any sort of means of breaking through their own coding this wouldn't be such an issue.

[ He'll say that thoughtful as he looks around the lab. This place was lacking in every way imaginable though, so doing that type of work would be near impossible. ]

But with the lack of any substantial methods to produce results, how do they expect us to get anywhere with stopping these Null? [ he sounds so annoyed. Some gods they are. ]

Uh... I d-don't think they do?

[She knows that's... not really the best answer. But the Null aren't their essential priority, they're the Gods'.]

We're here-- or well, the Gods brought us here to support them so they can fight or escape the Null. We just, uhm, well when we got attacked, we couldn't n-not do anything. But it's not like, uh... our jobs.

Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

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