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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Correct. On the other hand, I have met plenty who do not share the same sentiment, although I am certain that they have their reasons.

[Reasons that Ravine is going to have a harder time sorting out the easy way now. Good thing she does not lament staying out of people's heads if she can help it. It's just that, this time, she can't, and that is fine as well. That piece of herself went to something of worth -- to give a dying man some extra time to live. He may not agree, but that is of no consequence to her at the end of the day.]

Hopefully they'll come around. Or find some way to cope.

[He also quietly hopes no one is angry to the point of violence over it. In a situation like this, with so many different types of people...well, it's a frightening thought for Sal in particular.

Suddenly, he snaps his fingers.]

Oh! I'm sorry. My name's Sal. What's yours?

[He feels kind of rude having come out of nowhere with a bunch of questions and no introductions.]

[Unfortunately, violence tends to be the coping mechanism of many here, if they manage to cope at all. Ravine doesn't blame them, but that doesn't mean she appreciates or is on board with the idea. Violence is not becoming of her. It could do more harm to a reaper than anything else, in fact.

[Ripped from her thoughts by the sudden introduction, Ravine's brows lift slightly as she stares down at the boy. When she is so often privvy to names before they're even spoken, she forgets to name herself for their sake. Even the playing field a little bit for the more paranoid.]

Ah, yes, my apologies. I am called Ravine. [Because "Yehudit" is long dead and gone.] It is a pleasure; we do not often see your "type" here.

[Sal smiles in greeting, not visible on his face but heard in the tone of his voice, more upbeat now.]

Nice to meet you...Ravine. [He was just testing the name out, since he's never heard it before. Cool!

Then his tone gives way to a confused one.] What do you mean my "type"? Like...really short?

[He's sure she obviously doesn't mean that, but he couldn't resist cracking a joke when he thought an uncomfortable moment was going to follow.]

[Even without being a psychic, Ravine has a natural intuition to read the levity behind the "mask".

[Sal's question then merits a muffled chuckle.]

Oh, of course not. In fact, a friend of mine is just a hair shorter than yourself. [But Atem is probably used to everyone being taller than him.]

What I mean to say is that we are not often met with those who let harsh winds so easily brush off their shoulders. [The idiom is a little off, but the idea is still there. Ravine's just made it her own.

[She smiles, then adds:] Or those who are acquainted with the dead.

Oh.

[Wait a minute.]

Acquainted with the dead? [He's not sure he would put it that way, but he thinks he understands what she means. It's not wrong, honestly. He does spend an awful lot of time around them, after all.] How can you even tell?

Simple. I am not only quite dead myself, being psychic certainly has its boons as well.

[Just as she has a strong feeling that Sal would not take this information with the same level of hostility as most are when learning that they are talking to a dead woman who can see right through them.

[She smiles.] Or it could be a lucky guess. Who knows?

Oh.

[He echoes his earlier sentiment, this time it sounds as if something actually clicks, though.]

Normally I know when I meet someone dead...totally threw me for a loop this time around.

It certainly helps not to take on the appearance of a rotting corpse.

[Save for the decayed wound around her neck under the collar she wears. She brings a gloved hand over the black leather, her expression unchanging from a neutral pleasantness.]

My intention is never to deceive, however. Although I admit, pretending to be alive would be a rather difficult ruse to maintain for long.

Oh, I don't think it's deceitful at all. You're not hurting anyone.

[Well, as far as he knows. But he meant more in not being forthright about her being dead.]

If you don't mind me asking, did you die here before the gods started bringing people in? Or after?

[Just kind of assuming they wouldn't bring in an actual ghost here.]

Some have differing opinions on what "hurts" others.

[Given what Ravine actually is, it can sometimes complicate things, since she's not your average dead person.

[She chuckles rather surprisingly at the question.] Before. I have been dead for a few thousand years, long before the gods started having their problems.

[Even if time seems to have no consequence here.]

[Okay, that's fair enough, but at the moment it didn't bother him any.]

Uh, wow. That's a long time. [He's never quite met someone that's been dead for that long before, he doesn't think. Well, he's not sure the red eyed demon counts. Fuck that thing anyway.] So, you're like a native here, or something?

[Ravine has strong choice feelings about demons, herself. She would never lump herself into such things based on the matter of age -- even if it were merely the concept of aging for those like her.]

Oh, no. I have died long before, in Babylon.

[That much should say something about how long she's been around.]

Intro Log: Puddle Jumpers

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sorry for being so slow! the last few months have been a big giant dumpster fire for me. (ಥ﹏ಥ)

it's no problem at all!

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