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hadriel_logs2018-10-10 10:16 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-10-10 10:16 am
Intro Log: A Moody Landscape
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-12th
Warnings: New folks, pretty flowers, mood swings
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-12th
Warnings: New folks, pretty flowers, mood swings
A new day, a new world. Totally normal, right? Maybe not. Welcome to Hadriel!
You awaken on the sandy floor of the colosseum, a cloudy gray sky stretching above you, and around you - flowers. Hey, this isn't so bad, usually new people wake up to monsters! This time, the colosseum is filled with Echo Flowers. Echo Flowers are bioluminescent blue plants that have the ability to repeat the last sound they were exposed to, echoing it for a time before descending into static. These flowers might echo the words you said when you awoke - or they could say something more familiar, something you remember and that they should never have heard.
That's not all, either. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found a variety of mood jewelry straight from the mid-90s. These will come in handy, because as soon as you arrive in Hadriel you may start experiencing extreme moods and mood swings, all thanks to the Door. With your very own yin-yang mood ring, you can learn... absolutely nothing, because it's cheap plastic jewelry that cannot actually tell your mood.
Once you've listened to the flowers and picked up a new accessory or two, feel free to look around. 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 October 10th-12th.
► 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!
lup l open
[Everything is so different from the last time she was pulled into Hadriel.
Lup's last return had been explosive, a red-robed lich lighting up the cavern ceiling with dancing flame, the energy from breaking free from her decade long imprisonment coursing through her every movement. Even if she couldn't feel as a lich, the freedom she'd been granted had been simply intoxicating, skeletal hands stretched out while she'd laughed, burning through monsters and connecting to her friends in the same breath.
But this time feels so much more subdued.
The elf returns a year from when she left and for the first time that she's ever seen, there are no monsters to fight.
Lup's wrapped up in a red cloak, long ears pinned back, a curious look of unease dancing across her sharp features. The flowers don't look menacing, and seem to be leaving all of the actual newbies alone, but that doesn't throw off the woman's suspicion completely. Not yet. Not after everything she's seen.]
So what's your whole deal? [On instinct, her hand catches flame, before she nudges at the flower with the toe of her boot.] Gonna explode? Strangle me with your vines? Throw out some poisonous spores? C'mon, don't play all coy with me.
[But the flower, tall and bright and blue, only glows under the abuse. Before it speaks back with words all too familiar to the woman:]
You’re kind of full of dogshit sometimes.
ii; Out and about
[After settling back into a routine she's long left behind, Lup looks to reacquaint herself with the islands, to seek out her old friends and reconnect like the last year didn't even happen.
Which, she thinks quietly to herself, really didn't for them. Which is such a fucking trip.
But whatever moodiness is going around, it hasn't affected the elf yet, because no matter who she comes across, friend or casual acquaintance or absolute stranger, she'll be greeting them with her usual grin, sharp and wide. That friendliness comes easier now than it ever has before.]
iii; wildcard
[OOC: Hit me with that wildcard! If you would like a closed top level or want something more specific, hit me up! I'm happy to write anything special for her cr!]
i, duh
Everyone's been trying to keep busy in their own way- Barry has research, Magnus and Angus mess with Peanut, Kravitz always seems to have a plan. And he's-- well, he's seen people. At least one person. Elena helped, as much as he's loathe to admit it. But out of everyone he could've lost for the last week, Lup was the worst. He knows she's going home to something good, to a victory and a party and a reunion, but there's still an uncertain future.
At least this time there's no forest to navigate through. Just people, and flowers, and a sightline right across the Coliseum to the woman who shares his face.
Taako pushes off the wall he's leaning against and just yells across the place, not giving a shit about the others present.]
Hey! It was your night to do dishes! If you think disappearing from existence gets you out of chores you're fuckin' wrong!
[He's smiling, though. So undeniably happy to see her. Thank goodness, to have something back.]
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i hello hello
So yep, here's this spandex'd weirdo perched on top of some rubble or something and watching this elf lady try to goad a flower into a fight?? Probably??? That's almost as entertaining as fighting monsters would be.]
That's not a bad strategy, you're off to a good start. Try some yo mama jokes next, maybe that'll get 'em.
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ii.
she's really glad to see that smile again.
Laura grins broadly and rushes over to Lup and throws her arms around her for a big hug, rocking them both back and forth in place.
she pulls away long enough to say] Holy shit, you're back! I thought you were gone. [then hugs her again]
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ii
It's been a heck of a one-two punch, losing her husband and her best friend almost at the same time. She's tough, though, and with the exception of one night getting utterly wasted on elf-made edibles, she's borne up pretty well. She's Elena Fisher and she rolls with the punches.
So it's pretty surprising that, when she spots Lup on the street, Elena bursts into tears.]
Lup?! You're back!
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I fucking knew it!
[ It's shouted out like an accusation, sharp and unrestrained but more than anything? Relieved, and when Lup turns from the flower she'll see Drake looking very happy, in an almost smug way. Not quite, but. He was right and he's glad but also he was right. He strides right up to her and drags her into a big hug that betrays more emotion than his voice, which doesn't have a hint of his repressed worry that maybe she really was gonna be gone, at least for awhile. ]
The timing was just too weird, I called it. [ Maybe it was also a bit of denial, that he would've had to give up if she hadn't been here today... except that she was. ] You think you can pull one over on me, Door? Nope.
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i 👏👏👏
There's a glimpse of a bright red robe and thick, flowing blonde hair tucked behind two pointed ears sparkling with jewelry. Barry immediately feels a hundred pounds lighter. It takes every muscle in his body to hold himself back from just barreling into her. And not break into relieved, guttural sobs.]
Weird, huh? They kinda just spit back random phrases in different voices, seems like. [Barry grins as he approaches her, nudging a flower with his boot, making it blurt out You didn’t leave me one ass? in a confused, rough approximation of his own voice. Man, that seems like forever ago now.]
Wait, who's full of dogshit?
😂😂😂
😘😘😘
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Connor | Open
[For a moment, just like last time, Connor thinks he's been pulled into the Garden.
The strange jolt of disorientation and suddenly being somewhere unexpected are familiar, but now they come with a rush of brief but intense terror. This shouldn't be happening, he used the emergency exist, he should be free of the Garden and of Amanda and CyberLife's ability to take control of him--
And then he registers it's sand under him, not snow, and it hits him where he is. He wouldn't have, previously, thought he'd ever feel relieved about being in Hadriel, but he does so strongly that it's nearly overwhelming. There are still dangers and difficulties about being here, and he doesn't prefer to being back in his world, but compared to the Garden...
He shoves that though out of his mind as he pushes himself upright to sit on his knees, looking around for any threats; he remembers monsters, last time he arrived, and is not interested in getting shredded or something. But there's nothing, aside from some weird flowers and vaguely intriguing jewelry, and so for a few minutes he just sits there and tries to get his emotions under control. The LED on his temple is visible and cycling a warning red, much brighter LEDs on the front and back of his jacket declaring obviously that he's an android, but right now that isn't too important to him; he's busy trying to figure out how to calm himself and lower his dangerously high stress level, which was already elevated for a number of good reasons and now is only amplified by the Door's effects.
Outwardly he might look a bit catatonic, sitting motionless on his knees in the sand and staring down at the ground, but he'll react if someone gets too close or addresses him.]
[Between the Colosseum and Spire One]
[After finally leaving the colosseum, the first thing to do is to check his apartment at Spire One and see if it's still there. Surely it is, right? And surely the few items he'd started to collect, as well as less obviously identifying clothing, are still there too.
If not, at least he has a new possession to add; he'd picked up a fish-shaped mood ring and is busy playing with it, running his fingers across the edges and adjusting the temperature of his synthetic skin in order to make the ring change colors. It's soothing and distracting, helping his LED--what is basically an actual, legitimate moodring--remain cycling at a softer blue, interspersed with flashes of yellow.
Even though he's much calmer than before, he's still focusing a lot of his processing power on remaining that way through the overwhelming mess of confusing emotions and effects of the Door. Anyone who startles him might get a gun pointed at them, so approach cautiously
or don't, if you prefer][Wildcard]
[Want to stop by his apartment, find him in the Guard headquarters on the 11th, or at the Lab on the 11th and onward? Go for it!]
Colosseum
Only there don't seem to be any wandering around this time around. That's worrying.
He keeps up his patrol anyway. You can never tell, with Hadriel.
Also, there's someone on the ground.
Ephemera never did run with an AI, but his HUD has basic scanning capabilities. That picks up on the weirdness before he even clocks the jacket, or the weird glowing implant on the man's temple.
Okay. Those are weird ass readings. That's nice. Ephemera's HUD beeps angrily as it catalogs data. Heartbeat is steady, if a little on the slower side. Core temp is abnormal. The HUD calculates a threat. Not human. Doesn't hit any of the perimeters that scream alien, either by some fucked up engineering or projection. Machine components. No battle armor.
And, of course, there's the jacket that literally spells it out. Not really a mystery after all.
Ephemera lowers his rifle. ]
Yo. You all right?
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coliseum!
But today, well, today's been two years since she woke up on that very floor. So she comes, planning just to watch, and then sees the flowers before she sees the people.
Alphys wanders up, transfixed on the blooms and letting her hands reach out to stroke them, before she even realizes Connor is near. She hadn't noticed any disappearance- she's been busy, overwhelmingly so- so she just thinks he's visiting, too.]
Have you ever seen these before...?
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wildcard - apartment
so when she goes to Connor's apartment, she's not expecting to find him there, just like she hadn't two days ago or the day before that, either.
she does what she's done for the past few days, knocking on the door and calling out his name to see if he answers. so he can find her standing outside the door, pink wig on with a mildly expectant look on her face]
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out and about;
[ It's not that she was worried. People come and go so often in this place, she actually figured that he was just gone. One of the many that arrived only to exit stage left before long, whim to The Door in a way she didn't seem to be.
That doesn't mean she isn't relieved to see him though. Selfish as it might be. ]
Dude, that's an. Interesting look. [ She doesn't like it, if she's being honest. RK800, it reads, and that feels so... mechanical in ways that he isn't for still being an android. ] I think you rock the beanie better, personally.
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Colosseum
Though when he happens upon the other he give Connor a look as that gun is pointed at him. As if something like that would ever hurt him. ]
I wouldn't do that if I were you. Something like that would hardly stop me anyway. [ Bullets don't even sting to a Cybertronian so he'll have to try something better than that. ]
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nate | open
[The rain was almost louder than the explosions, than the gunfire. Their boats meant nothing to the swells and the rocks surrounding the island, barely visible through the heavy mist that enveloped the outcrops, a jagged silhouette in the dark illuminated only by arbitrary cracks of lightning. Nate had felt that raw electricity in his bones hunched against the gunwale, firearm in hand as bullets pocked the water around them, saltwater drenching his clothes.
The mines battered away at them first, before one of the larger vessels barreled in and crushed them broadside, wood splintering like toothpicks, throwing them from the deck and back into the sea. The last thing Nate remembered was Sam screaming his name.
Or rather, that was the last thing he remembered before waking up on the island, soaked to the skin, the spray of a restless surf spattering against his back as he dragged himself up the beach. The remains of their sad little boat washed up empty.
Everything hurt. Everything was slippery, too-slick stone giving way under his hands as he tried to push inland and away from the shore and the storm. When he fell it just seemed easier to let unconsciousness take him.
When he comes to again, it isn’t in the same place.
Nate eases himself into a vague roll, onto his back and squints at the overcast sky.]
...aw, crap.
OPEN: the islands
[Recovery comes easy for a guy who has dragged himself away from the flaming wrecks of planes, trains and automobiles, whose defining physical trait is that he can take a substantial beating and keep moving. Lance helped him get his shit together as much as was humanly possible, and Nate found himself mildly disappointed by how little things had changed. Madagascar’s crawling heat was welcome variety from the cold humidity of Hadriel.
Stifling his need to find Sam - knowing that Sam isn’t here, that he is at least alive - Nate wanders his way back across the islands to the far northern one, looking like Hell and avoiding the usual mess of monsters when he can. Not one for surreptitiousness or sneaking his efforts at stealth are frequently foiled by his exhaustion and lacking hand-eye coordination.
Nate almost trips over the giant flower just because he wasn’t looking where he was going.]
Oh shi- whoops.
[The glowing plant seems to shudder before it answers with something that gives him whiplash:]
...well, who asked you?
dabs
Nate, Cecily, he's not sure about. He feels like he doesn't know how to be sure about it, or if he leaned into that feeling of knowing, it would imply he's got a bigger connection to them than even he wants to realize. But he finds himself looking. He's distracted at the Coliseum, making sure Lup is in and here and whole, but he's restless until he makes an attempt to track them down.
Thankfully, Nate's not as sly as usual. It makes this simpler.]
So now you're down there, huh?
[Nate can then look up to see Taako standing over him, arms crossed.]
Don't think I'm gonna carry you, bubbleh, I know my own tricks.
YEETS
YES
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This is one of those times, where he's out wandering around, enjoying some quiet and the not-that-great-but-better-than-nothing shoreline. And then there's a person, and that person is Nate, and he's not sure if he's more confused, relieved, or worried. Maybe all three equally.
At least Nate's talking, if just to himself, and Lance kneels down next to him and leans into his field of vision.]
Nate, are you okay?
[And 'do you remember me' will hopefully be answered at the same time with the answer.]
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islands
As she picks her way along the rocks, looking to see if anything new and interesting has washed up today, she hears the voice ahead and looks up only to see a figure in the distance and one of the flowers.
Oh. It's Nate. Well. She adds a bit of speed to her pace, eager to catch up.]
Nate. Weren't we going to have a language lesson the other day? You didn't turn up.
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islands
Will these plants cease their mindless blather!
[ He too busy fuming that he hardly notices Nate there at all. ]
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It doesn't change that she misses the crap out of him. A couple of times he's appeared in her dreams, but not in any satisfying way. They've just been utterly ordinary dreams with the usual kind of dream non-logic. Most of the time, she hasn't even been aware while dreaming that he's gone when she's awake, so there's not even much comfort to be had there.
It's shortly after another such unsatisfying dream during an unsatisfying nap that a knock at the door draws her to her feet. She's still groggy enough that it doesn't occur to her who it might be—most of the people here who might visit her wouldn't bother to knock. Elena's rubbing sleep out of her eyes with one hand when she opens the door, only to have that became quite unnecessary, as she's instantly awake. She thinks.]
...Nate?
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Lab Mingle!
[ooc: This is a mingle, so go ahead and top-level and/or tag around! Hop in wherever or whenever, as this will be the lab catch-all for the month of September. If you'd like to get involved with the lab in a more permanent/longterm capacity, please let us know here!]
Newton Geiszler | OTA
His little cart is parked outside the lab, about half a dozen flowers uprooted and strewn across the cart. There's another six replanted in whatever containers he could find on short notice. Newt himself is a bit less frantic than he usually is on Door Day, but he's still flitting between the cart and his workstation, taking samples and measuring specimens and, well. Mostly he's whispering dumb bullshit into the flowers and testing the retention times. In fact, that's what he's up to now.
He's got all six of the surviving flowers arranged around him in a semicircle outside the lab, where he's kneeling in front of his keyboard. He waves you over.]
Come here and check this out!
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The Disreputable Dog | The Old Kingdom | ota
[The last memory that the Dog can recall is tromping through the waters of death. At the moment, her legs are still a little longer than usual and there is water dripping from them and the tip of her tail. Her head gives a little cock to one side, then the other, before giving a vigorous shake. If you happen to be watching closely, each shake seems to shrink her legs just a little until she is the proper size again. If you happen to be standing closely, you might get a little wet.
She stops once all the water has been shaken free from her coat before glancing around.
She looks like a normal dog. Black and tan in colour. Pointed ears. Tongue lolling slightly to one side. A maroon collar rests around her neck, although there is something off about it. Marks seem to shift just beneath it's surface, moving this way and that, a pattern, and yet not. Her head tilts upwards and her nose wiggles, scenting the air. There is a strangeness to it, which isn't surprising. This tastes nothing like death.
Down goes her head, snuffling along as she starts to walk, pausing to huff at a flower. Yet the whispers have her ears perking, twitching, before she gives a bark. A bark... which is echoed back at her. That little jolt is given as she pulls her head back.]
Well, hello to you too.
[Yes. The Dog just talked.
Later, she is poking around on the various little items that she has found scattered around. She pauses over a ring, her toes growing a little so that she can curl it on to one, yet looking at it, she gives a snort. If someone is nearby, her eyes do skirt over, much like a dog watching someone eat some food. Yet instead of asking for scraps, she raises her paw a little, wiggling it to show the jewelry on her toe.]
Yes? No? Maybe?
[exploring]
[She has since left the colosseum. The phone is tucked beneath her collar, snug as she sets out at a brisk trot, a little mood necklace dangling around her neck. Her tail is wagging back and forth at a steady pace, a seemingly pleasant expression on her doggy face. Everything about this place is new and there is excitement at that.
She does love adventures, and this is a new one. While the Dog had not had any plans about what to do after sending back Lirael's friend, ending up here had not been on the agenda. Still, it gives her something to do for the time being and her eyes, ears, and even her head are moving, looking, watching.
She hardly looks like someone who has just found themselves in a foreign place.
Up and down and all around, she is a busy little dog, sniffing at corners, licking at a wall, digging in spots that seem of interest. No mice that she can see, and no rabbits, which is a little disappointing. They are quite fun to chase, after all. If she does happen to catch the eyes of anyone, she gives a doggy smile, teeth flashing and pointy ears even more pointed.]
Hello! Where might one find a ham bone?
exploring
It looks a bit more like a jackal, with those pointy ears... Black, just like Anubis would.
That alone has the kid already looking in awe at her, following her until he's noticed. He barely moves when she approaches, unsure if she might be just a regular dog or a monster brought by the Door, he keeps his hand on the handle of a handy dandy knife hanging from his belt. She might or not be able to notice more than mere human smell coming from him, he smells of cat. Or his clothes do at any rate. It is not until she opens her mouth and... He pales a little.
Is she a monster or-- an actual goddess...?」
Did you just...
「Ham bone, what?」
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[EXPLORE]
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exploring.
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Colosseum!
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Frisk | Open
[ The feeling of warm sand beneath your face as you wake up fills you with DETERMINATION.
You push yourself to your knees, patting your pockets to check you still have your phone, still have the trinkets you remember having before... Before what? You'd been going to bed after Toriel tucked you in, faint echoes of laughter that haunts your dreams fading as you drifted off and now, now where are you? ]
*it's a beautiful day outside
[ If any other words had been uttered, hearing such a familiar voice would have you smiling bright and turning to the source. But the faint echoes of it, the words used, as you sit up and stare at the faintly glowing flowers around you, you feel a sense of dread that fills you with even more determination as you steel yourself for what you know to come. ]
*Everyone, everything in these worthless memories...
[ No. ]
*birds are singing, flowers are blooming...
No...
[ It's a whisper, one you barely hear to your own ears as you shake your head and close your eyes, you could get up and walk away, you could run, but these are your sins. Your fault. You're determined to listen to whatever punishment they feel you deserve. ]
*Let's turn 'em all to dust.
[ It was you. It wasn't you. Their dust is still on your hands, but, no, that's just sand, right? ]
*on days like this, kids like you...
[ You bite your lip, taking a breath, refusing to let the tears fall as you continue to helplessly listen, reminded of the weight of the sins still crawling down your back. ]
*You must have misunderstood.
[ No matter how determined, you can't stop your hands from shaking as you blink open your eyes, silent tears finally falling and blurring your vision, the warm sand suddenly feeling much lighter and smoother than it's supposed to. ]
*Should be burning in hell.
*SINCE WHEN WERE YOU THE ONE IN CONTROL?
[ You don't remember screaming, scrambling to your feet, tripping and falling over one of the flowers in your attempt to escape the voices echoing around you through the circle of faintly glowing blue.
All you know is you're laying in the sand, crying, sobbing, and that sand feels so much like dust you don't know if you can stop as the words continue to faintly repeat themselves as the echoes of voices of your nightmares fade too slowly. Not that it matters. The damage has been done. Maybe this is the Hell you deserve. ]
[b; Exploration]
[ You still haven't quite recovered from the echoed reminders of your sins, your weakness, but you'd managed to check out your new phone and start exploring what you could. At least, that was the plan. You don't know why, but your usual cheerful demeanor is cracked, hurt beyond even what it should be. You'd thought you'd come to terms with what had happened, the Chara and Flowey were behind you, that you'd never have to fight Sans again, or hear those horrible, awful words by someone who you privately considered family.
So, you found the first comfortable looking bench or rock you came across and sat down to pull out what would look like a monstrosity to anyone else. It appears to be a hamburger, only bright purple and practically dripping with what's hopefully edible glitter with a just as glittery and sparkly parfait sitting next to you. You sometimes dip the purple bread into the parfait, eating both comfort foods at once to try and forget the words you can still hear even if you managed to get as far away from that colosseum as possible. ]
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what isn't a relief is the sight of a young girl, even younger than Tinya's fifteen years, laying face-down in the sand, shoulders shaking with her sobs. her heart immediately goes out to the girl, so she flies over, settling onto the ground beside her.
she gentles her voice] Hi. I'm Tinya. Is there anything I can help you with?
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inquisitor trevelyan ; ota
[ "Where we led in war, we will now serve in peace."
A rousing speech before the Council. A long series of meetings with her advisors. A plan to move forward with no sign of Solas, but their sights set on Tevinter.
The Inquisitor returns to Hadriel in a haze. Cecily comes through the Door this time in the formal garb of the Inquisition, dressed in what they'd worn at Halamshiral during the Exalted Council shortly before this trip back to Hadriel. She tumbles to the ground, completely thrown off by the change in scenery, but it isn't too long before she rises again, exhausted.
One of her two sleeves is empty: her left arm is gone.
As such, Cecily withdraws a dagger with her right one, brows coming together in bewilderment, and then... recognition. How could she not know this place, where she's spent nearly three years? ]
... Maker's ass. [ Her heart aches so badly that her eyes begin to sting, but she shakes it off. She had just been reunited - after two long years - with her friends and husband, after all, only to have it stolen away for the third time. Cecily's head swims with a burning indigence at this slight, but also at the knowledge that her mission has been derailed yet again. Time may be paused in Thedas, but she is more driven than ever to return, to find and stop Solas. To, maybe someday, rest.
For now, the Inquisitor steadies herself, glancing with a cold stare at the surrounding Coliseum. There will be beasts, newcomers, familiar faces. That's something, at least. And hadn't they been trying to piece the Door back together when she'd last been here?
The memories return, gradually... ]
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she ventures further into the Colosseum, completely suspicious of these stupid flowers. maybe they're like the ones from "Little Shop of Horrors" and will try to eat her if stepped on. so she steps on one. nothing. at least stepping on it shut it up?
she looks around herself, getting her bearings, and that's when Laura sees her standing there in what looks like a fancy military uniform. it's Cecily! she's back!
but, something seems wrong. she takes a closer look and that's when she sees it. or rather, doesn't see it. Cecily's left arm is gone. oh, shit. what happened while she was gone?
so she slings her bow over her shoulder and approaches, making sure that Cecily can see her coming. when she gets to her, she says]
Hey. I'd say "welcome back," but that might not be appropriate.
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roll for the sickness of the dab
its always a nat 20 when its a dab
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Isaac "Zack" Foster | OTA
[A fiery explosion engulfing the room and leaving no trace of poisonous gas…finally! Kind of sucked stepping out into some lingering heat, but god, at least he and Ray were out of the damn room!! With arms raised to the air, Zack closes his eyes with a celebratory whoop and holler, before opening them to a dull, dreary sky-
WAIT, WHAT THE HELL.
Almost immediately, Zack sits up and glances around. Ruinous building, field full of flowers, possible chance of getting sand in his pants...man, maybe the gas has really gotten to him; his mind is pretty hazy right now. Ugh, this so was not the time for sleepwalking through some weird-ass hallucinatory dream! There was no way he and Ray could be outside already!
Speaking of- where was Lil Miss Horror Show anyway?]
Oi, Ray! Any idea on what happened?
[Aaaand no answer, after an expected minute or so. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Absolutely fucking nothing; Zack stands up, flinching for only a second as his shoulder brushes past a petal and echoes back what he said earlier. He calls out for her a few more times, with each still earning no response in return as he grows more annoyed, until-]
RAY, GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!!
[He kicks up some of the mood rings and sends them flying over to the other flowers, which unfortunately repeat not only his new words, but the intensity of it all. Sorry about the volume, yo!]
( Two - All Around )
[Though Zack was still pretty pissed, he does come out to get a feel of the new place, as well as searching for whatever food he can find to stock up and sustain himself for however long he can. Which means...going through any trash either set outside or behind some building and digging out any possible leftovers.
Does he care if anyone sees him? Nah, not really.]
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You're sure there's a perfectly good reason for someone rooting around in the trash, you've done it before and you know Alphys and Undyne love going to the dumb to find new cool things that came down from above, so in hopes of distracting yourself from your own circling echoes of thoughts, you approach the angry looking guy rummaging through the garbage. ]
Did you lose something?
[ While the man may appear intimidating to one such as small as you, you've never been easily scared off. This guy's pretty normal, compared to all the monsters you've made friends with. ]
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Sansa Stark | Open
(Her encounter with the ogres previously left a negative impression on her. Sansa has seen many monsters and faced them to the best of her ability, but those had been horrifying. Thus, this time, she stays outside of the colosseum, hoping that those inside will find their way out safely. If and when they do, she will be there to greet them with a medical kit in one hand.)
This way. You are safe. (Though it likely feels like an entire world is against them.) I am Sansa Stark and this is Hadriel. I promise it is not always like this.
(Whether that is comforting or not is up to each individual.)
II. Delight's Housing
(For those who choose to live nearby, Sansa will put together a welcome basket. Inside, there is a blanket, a pillow, some dried goods, a rudimentary medical kit and a note, urging the recipient to call on her or the Guard if they need any assistance.)
Welcome to Hadriel, friend. Adjusting to our fair islands can be an onerous task, but you will find many good souls all around you. Take heart and remember that we face the trials and storms together. There is no need for you to suffer silently.
Call on me at any time, day or night, and I promise to do all I can for you. Additionally do not forget that the Guard is present to protect all of us and I can say from personal experience that they are brave and exceptionally kind.
Best wishes,
Lady Sansa Stark
III. Exploration
(She has a habit of traveling from island to island and she is a helpful sort. Today, she is attired in a dress of light blue with a grey cloak draped across her shoulders. There is a sword strapped to her waist - one of Elvish make - and her hair bears Elvish braids. One could say she is a veteran of strange worlds at this point, yet Hadriel manages to surprise her frequently nonetheless.
Then again, who really expects emotional manipulation and monsters? Oh right, someone from Westeros. Though, to be fair, Hadriel is a lot more literal about it.)
Exploration
Being 12 feet tall has it perks at least. But thankfully his mood has been changed because he's lifting up those slabs of broken housing and whatever else with little ease. He doesn't notice Sansa at first either. ]
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