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hadriel_logs2018-12-10 10:48 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-12-10 10:48 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- agent maine,
- anakin skywalker,
- caedra nisariel,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- elena fisher,
- finn,
- franklin delano donut,
- george lass,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- ivar ragnarsson,
- keith,
- knock out,
- kylo ren,
- laura palmer,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- nathan drake,
- poe dameron,
- scott ryder,
- shigeru miyata,
- starscream,
- tinya wazzo
Intro Log: A Day at the Beach
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-13th
Warnings: None
What: The intro log for December
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-13th
Warnings: None
It's icy cold when you wake up, so let's hope you arrived here wearing warm clothes. They're not too easy to find right now, either - Hadriel is a pretty unwelcoming place. You're on the floor of the colosseum, which is sandy and (right now) a bit frosty. It's you, the other newcomers - and of course, a battalion of newly-arrived giant scorpions, just as confused as you and ready to fight. They're big and fast, they've got armor covering their creepy bodies, and that stinger will seriously mess you up if you're not careful. So... welcome to Hadriel!
You might be cold, but the Door doesn't seem to be. Scattered across the ground of the colosseum can be found some beach towels with creative designs. And if that's not enough, you'll be all prepared for a day at the beach with these cute sandals (jandals?). Too bad there's no beach and it's really cold and everything sucks, right?
Once you've finished dreaming about a warm beach vacation, 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 December 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!
FIRE PIT | OTA & Mingle-y
Knowing there will be new arrivals, and having discovered that none of the housing has fireplaces, he's worried for the organics that need to stay warm. That need to cook their food and boil their water, but may not have the magical abilities he's seen mentioned and used around the city since the move. As always, the old synth wants to help. As he isn't terribly affected by the cold, he's been out and scavenging and building.
Using scrap from the unrestored buildings and sheets and blankets he doesn't need from his apartment, he's built a windbreak around a fire pit, just outside the colosseum. It's a circular frame with the fabrics tied to it except for where it can be pulled apart to enter in two places -- light smoke is rising from the center, and inside there's a low fire burning, a small stack of wood from the offered resources off to the side but he's going to try and conserve it as best he can.
Anyone who needs to warm up or get their water boiled for use or a safe fire to cook with is welcome to poke on in. Don't mind the obviously mechanical man minding the place. (Or do, he's quite personable!)
((ooc: mod approved, hop in as you will!)) ]
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Hi. You did this? It's very nice of you.
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He isn't expecting a decidedly not organic to be the one tending the fire as he ducks inside, and stands there blinking red optics for a moment while his processor catches up. ]
Who are you?
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He'll roll his eyes as he watches the other. ]
Did you really go through all this effort to help the humans here?
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steak; food fantasy; ota
( He hasn't been summoned, that much goes without saying. An unfamiliar place, no human waiting to greet him, and a headache that he doesn't remember falling asleep with. Though perhaps that's something to do with being sprawled out on cold, hard ground and being the owner of a very real pair of horns which spurt from brilliantly red hair.
Steak doesn't have a second more to contemplate his arrival, unfortunately, nor to gauge his surroundings any further as a claw comes arcing down towards his exposed midriff. The roll is... hardly the most elegant movement he's ever managed, and not nearly as nimble as Red Wine would manage, but it's efficient enough to get him out of the way of his attacker. Hands reach for the swords hanging off his belt and there's a brief, brief moment's relief when his palm connects with their grips.
It would be a far worse day if he was unarmed against a mystery attacker — a scorpion of nearly absurd dimensions, whose reflexes are sharp enough to attempt a second attack before Steak has a chance to manage his first. He grits his teeth and blocks with both swords, an iridescent gold bubble appearing around him as he does so, absorbing any potential damage and allowing him to push back against the beast before striking with the lighter of his two blades.
It doesn't kill the thing — of course not, that would simply be too easy — but one strike after the next wears it down, each and every counterattack endured by Steak with a grimace and that protective bubble. He takes in more of the area, the circular stage surrounded by the raised seating (or what's left of it), and the other scorpions skittering around, attacking others standing up or those who rush in from through the doors leading to this stage.
Interesting.
But first: he slams the monster into a nearby wall with enough force to make the ruined walls shudder, and only breathes a sigh of relief once it stops twitching. One down, many more to go. This may not be the inn he was staying at, and this may not be a summoning, but there are many humans — or human-appearing people — here who need his help. Steak wipes the sweat from his brow and dashes towards the nearest person accosted by a scorpion, whether they're fighting or not, and draws his swords once more.
And, if he's lucky, perhaps he can gather more information about his location and arrival. )
What country is this?!
( Because who has time to say hello? )
— city;
( It isn't until the scorpions have been cleared that Steak even considers leaving the Colosseum. He can hardly call himself a leader of the Knights of the Holy Sword if he was to abandon those in need, those endangered by monsters,to search out his own answers. No. There would have to be time for that later.
And now there is.
He walks without direction or aim, wandering into random buildings without much regard for just what they are — shop, clinic, bakery, someone's unlocked house — with narrowed eyes and a stern expression drawing his lips into a straight line, red eyes darting from one side of the room to the other. And always coming away looking grimmer than before.
In all honesty, he knows that searching is fruitless. Knows that his comrades would have been in that arena with him, fighting those monsters, had they been dragged here. Still— )
You! ( Sorry, random person, but humour him a moment, would you? ) Where would I find fine clothes?
( Looking at the way he's dressed, this is probably not a question he asks often. )
— wildcard;
( Hit me with something else! Steak can be found exploring the city or on the outskirts, likely fighting something. )
city
So as the boy walks down the street, she angles toward him. And these days, with the oppressive cold that even she feels, she's back to wearing her coat and long skirt - and that brilliant red pallium with the symbol of her lord's rule imprinted at the end of it. Some day, perhaps one of the newcomers will recognize it. She can only hope.
Anyway, he apparently thinks shouting 'you' at her is an appropriate form of address and while it's not shocking, it's not pleasant, either.]
Fine clothes? There are none here. The creatures in charge of stocking this place are gone but even when they're present, they do a poor job of it.
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You've got me. There's a sewing shop they say is good at producing custom shit, but beyond that? Don't have a clue.
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City please!
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colosseum!
Who the hell even knows.]
What planet -- [Asked as he swings his bayard-sword at the pincer. The blade clangs against the armored exoskeleton. Altean weaponry that's been infused with alcnemy's strong stuff though, and it leaves a bloody gash. ] -- do you come from that you have giant scorpions anywhere?
[Unfortunately for the both of them, the scorpion's just pissed off now and it swipes at both of them with its other pincer. Think fast, Steak! Keith's jumping back.]
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City
Oh. Have I got a surprise for you!
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[ What is with new people and the demands? Considering Rose is wearing a stupid Hawaiian print short-sleeved shirt, khaki shorts, and jandals, she really is not the person to be asking this question.
She doesn't seem cold though. The blond doesn't even so much as shiver at a chilly breeze that rolls through. Strange. ]
Sorry, dude, the shops just kind of have regular wear... I'm not sure you'll find any "fine" clothes.
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keith | voltron: legendary defender | ota
ii. around the cityiii. outside the cityiv. wildcard
II.
Depends. Put that thing away and I might.
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2 please
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ii!
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Alucard | Castlevania | OTA
[It's very cold.
That's not the worst thing in the world, but it's not pleasant, especially for a creature whose internal organs no one really understands. He's a little more sluggish in the snow (although, honestly, a little more sluggish for Alucard means that he's still leagues above ordinary humans, so). He walks around for a bit, his expression neutral, quietly observing the colosseum and all those gathered in it. But he doesn't connect-- indeed, he seems eager to keep himself removed from it all, though he can't actually stop anyone from just straight up speaking to him.
The sandals, though . . . those earn a wrinkled nose.]
How humorous.
[Or maybe you catch him perched up somewhere, crouching and studying his phone. That newbie guide is pretty decent, honestly; he rereads it several times before chuckling quietly and tucking the phone away.]
City;
[Obviously he's going to explore. That's what you do in a new environment, right? Explore around . . . probably ought to get to know others, but again, he's really enjoying the broody vampire shtick, so. The temples are first, though he oddly enough stays outside of them, just wandering around and peering in through open doors. But when he tires of that, he heads to the clinic-- and there, at least, he seems more comfortable.]
It's a bit run-down, isn't it?
[That's so rude?
Anyway. His last stop is the laboratory, and he moves through it as fluidly and easily as he does everywhere else: gliding through as though he owns the place, observing with a keen eye. At least the lab is warm, if nothing else, he's grateful for that.]
Creatures;
[Ah. Wherever there's humans, there's usually monsters.
Truthfully, Alucard is grateful. No matter what kind of monster or animal comes upon him, he seems spoiling for a fight. But just to make sure it isn't too easy, he doesn't fight as a man, oh, no. That would be over in an instant.
He fights as a wolf. A massive wolf, all white-blond fur and sharp teeth, growling low and threatening as it circles its prey. Or, well. Opponent, technically, but let's be real: it was prey from the moment Alucard spotted it.]
city; clinic
It is a bit rude, but he doesn't seem insulted. Rather, his lips quirk. Must be new, he thinks, subtly looking the man over to see if he's hurt. ]
A bit. This whole city is, and we've been without new supplies for some time now. Are you injured? Or know anyone who is?
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City, Temples
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creatures!!!
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Creatures!
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late, sorry about that!!
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Creatures; oops
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agent maine | red vs. blue | ota
[ Maine wakes up spitting blood.
There's blood splattered across the inside of his visor, distorting the warnings flashing on his HUD. The Freelancer blinks up at them, trying to make sense of the information. There should be more warnings, some part of him thinks — but how the fuck could he be alive if there were more? He spits again. Rolls onto his hands and knees. Starts pushing himself upright as he struggles to gain his bearings.
That he's been unconscious is clear, though he has no idea how long he was out. He's still armed: there's a pistol mag-locked to his thigh, and he has the Brute Shot in hand. (Something else is secured to the magnetic holster on his back, but it's either incompatible with his HUD's readout, or it isn't a weapon.) He's still fully armored, but the suit's been damaged. Judging by his HUD's warnings, most of the damage is concentrated at his—...
Fuck.
Maine's free hand flies to his throat as he recalls the last minute of his life. As he remembers the highway, the fight for the briefcase, and the nine bullets that ripped into his neck. Would've killed anyone else, but he got up. He kept fighting. And then...
... Then he saw Wash and Carolina? And they were ... older?
Shit. He'd better not be fucking dead.
With a low growl that he quickly cuts off — it sounds strange to his ears; feels strange in his throat — Maine shakes himself from his thoughts. Scans his surroundings and spots a few beach towels nearby. Hideous ones, but Maine can't be picky. Not when he knows that, despite the relative lack of pain, he's probably bleeding out. So he starts towards the towels, intending to scoop one up and press it to his bloody throat.
And then a fucking giant scorpion skitters into his field of vision, heading straight for Maine's chosen towel.
This time, Maine doesn't cut off the animalistic snarl that resonates from his armor. That's his towel. And, if the behemoth of a man has to fight a giant bug to get it, he sure as hell will. ]
ii. first aid
[ There's not a lot that Maine can do for himself without supplies. Even then, he's nowhere near qualified to treat nine gunshot wounds to the neck. Best he can do is keep a towel pressed to the injury to try and staunch the flow of blood.
Although there doesn't seem to be much blood. Sure, it's all over his armor, but it's almost as though the wounds have stopped bleeding on their own.
Unwilling to trust it, Maine consults the map on the phone he found and keeps making his way towards the building labeled clinic. It might be easier if he were to remove his helmet and wipe the blood from his visor so he could see properly, but fuck that. The helmet, along with his weapons and the rest of his armor, is staying firmly on his body. ]
iii. shelter
[ Knock knock! Who's there? It's a blood-splattered, seven-foot-four, heavily armored wall of muscle. And he's not actually knocking; he's just barging right in.
Excuse the shitty manners. It's been a long day, he's new, and he's just trying to find a safe place to rest. ]
iv. wildcard
( ooc: have another idea? come at me! maine's info/permissions post is here, and i can be reached by pm or @
1. assessment
When he gets there he discovers that maybe this month his armor would have been a good idea, but he isn't all that worried honestly. He's handled worse before, with only Confusion around it's safer that he doesn't wear it. He makes sure he's clear of the scorpions for the moment and scans the arena, trying to size up who's here, who might need help, who he... might... know.
And there's a gigantic man in blood-spattered white armor, heading straight for one of the beasts.
Oh boy.
Wash books it, darting between the waking newbies and monsters all getting their bearings, blue eyes locked on his friend -- or who he thinks is his friend. It has to be Maine, right, or he wouldn't have this feeling. There's only one real way to know, but he doesn't want to call out and compromise the other man by distracting him before he's right there. So he keeps running, skidding to a stop at the soldier's side and drawing his combat knife, only now sparing the scorpion a glance. Hmm. This'll be tricky. ]
I should've brought a bigger knife.
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ii first aid
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wildcard!
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Speakeasy mingle.
Warmth.
Not that it's entirely necessary. After all, the building lights up like a quiet beacon in the distance. Of the few places in the city, the Speakeasy is dimly lit and warm between the indoor firepit within the lounge area and the electricity powering the establishment. While the lighting is kept at a minimum, music still plays from the jukebox and sound system and the dancefloor is open to any who wish to venture onto it. The energy is more subdued than usual, but so long as it's a haven from the cold outside, that might suffice enough for some. If you're looking for anything specific to satisfy your palate, just ask a bartender what you need.
Upstairs you will find the Game Room, which houses a variety of recreational activities. Between the casino style activities, you can find board games such as checkers, chess, and Battleship, and even an arcade machine with many two player options and several selections to choose from.
It's good to have some indoor options this time of year, right?
[ooc: This is the (kinda) monthly Welcome Dance Night! Consider this an open mingle thread for both old and new folks alike. Tag in, tag out, hit up your friends or rivals or meet new people. Assume that this is set around the 12th. At the time being, the Speakeasy is one of the few places in the city that is powered by electricity, as is explained here.]
Caedra | OTA
It doesn't take her too long. The first week after defrosting is pretty quickly a dull one, after having a trying and pointless conversation with people who seemed to think they could bargain with her, and then spending much of the rest of the first day disappointed that Yusuke is more trouble than he's worth. There are things to discover out past the city and she'll surely go investigate on her own time, but before that, she would rather find out more about what she missed.
First stop is to get a much-needed drink. "What do you have?" she'll ask any bartender she can find, for as she recalls, the last time she came through their supplies of alcohol were running miserably low - and now in this icy wasteland, she suspects that hasn't improved any.
After that, she'll seek familiar faces to join - although she's realizing some of the usual suspects don't seem to be here tonight. Where is Jane? Anyone else she's at least on tolerable terms with, though, she'll gladly pull up a chair. "What did I miss?"
New? Caedra keeps an eye out for people she hasn't met yet. Some of them might prove useful on this new, icy world. Others would be best met so that she knows who to avoid in the future. Anyone who arrived this month or in November may well have an extra glass pushed their way if their eyes linger on her. "Care to join me for a drink? I don't believe we've met."
Well-dressed in furs and wool, with those pitch black eyes and that cruel little smile - you wouldn't pass up such an invitation, would you?
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shigeru miyata | ota
[ Luckily Shigeru was actually wearing a jacket and winter clothes before his arrival. Not that they'll do much in the bitter cold, but something is better than nothing. He's covered from head to toe though so that's good. However that also doesn't really help much when it comes to fighting giant scorpions?! He's not as phased as most people should be, mostly because of fighting monsters back at home and these were pretty tame looking compared to the monstrosity of Kasuitiga. He'll be ready to fight, despite his peaceful nature. When it comes to monsters Shigeru's not really one to ask questions. So he'll be readily apparent on the battlefield considering there's a giant purple glowing sigil silently floating behind him as he dips and dodges those scorpion attacks. His eyes are also strangely colored too. Black sclera and purple irises to match his sigil and also his sword, Valent and shield, Xevrant. Everytime his sword strikes his opponent though pieces of the creature dissolve away into nothingness and one scorpion will learn the hard way as its stinger collides with Shigeru's shield with a loud thud. But that stinger doesn't last for long as it basically melts away. There's pained shrieks from the creatures as Shigeru continues helping anyone that might need it. ]
city;
[ The problem with Shigeru when left to his own devices and not preoccupied fighting monsters or things is that he...gets into his own head. It's just how his phobia is, unfortunately. Having gone this long without washing his hands is a miracle but at some point the urge to get clean is all too much for him. He looks a bit...lost and sort of uncomfortable as he rubs his gloved hands together. Everything looked so...dirty ugh he's getting sick just by looking at things. If his pale features weren't even to give away his current state then him covering his mouth to fight off vomiting will be. It's so...unclean how is he supposed to do this. He really can't do this, not at all.
He'll be going through the shops looking for something with a lot of intent. There had to be cleaning supplies or gloves somewhere around here, right?! ]
clinic ;
[ He'll eventually find his way to the clinic and thank god. Because he really needs to clean his hands. He feels so...dirty. Ugh he really hates when his phobia flares up this badly, but he can't actually stand it so he just will...use whatever disinfectant is on hand at the time and just scrub his hands still they're almost raw. Someone might want to stop him before he actually makes them bleed. ]
wildcard;
[ Hit me up with a new scenario! Or if you wanna plot out a thing catch me plurk @
colosseum
She watches. The scorpion dissolves. She applauds, even though she doesn't mean any actual praise.]
Where did you learn to fight?
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CW: Descriptions of monster animal death
Showtime! [As if the show hasn't already started, he calls out to the scorpions as if he actually wants their attention. And when he gets it, he's suddenly surrounded.] That's more like it. [Dante grabs the closest one by the tail, and swings it in a circle hard. It knocks the scorpions nearest back and flying, but unfortunately the tail is made for injecting poison, not for being used as a swinging tool. And it detaches, sending the poor monster flying into yet another poor scorpion knocking them both against the wall.
It's just not a good day to be an arthropod monster.] C'mon, who's next?
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That one. That seems to be next, unless you'd rather I dispatch the creature?
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Lyanna Stark | OTA (Around the City)
She didn't hesitate diving into the large drifts, the snow coming up to her knees, wetting her flimsy skirts. She was a wolf though and wolves felt no cold. With her long dark hair free, Lyanna explored the city and outside of its walls, reveling in the freedom and the better memories of her past.
Seeing a figure passing by, she followed instinct and gathered a handful of slush in her hand, packing it into a firm ball. Without thinking, she threw the snowball at the figure, managing to catch them in the shoulder.]
Easy prey!
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He sets out with a backpack slung over one shoulder, eyes focused on the snowy mountains in the distance. He's seen that the place is dangerous, but he knows how to fight, has weapons within easy reach and feels more or less prepared for whatever this barren ice planet has in store. Scorpions, more aliens that want to take a bite out of him -- good shit.
That said, he genuinely wasn't expecting to be pelted with a snowball.
He turns, frowning. His wolf snarls in warning, sharp teeth bared.]
Who's there.
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can change if you're more comfortable with Action-spam
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Sorry about lateness! The holidays were hectic!
It's all good!!
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Anakin Skywalker | OTA
[The heat of Mustafar feels like it's part of him, seeping into his skin and his bones. It's the same heat that he feels in his rage and it's the same heat that his power gives off after a kill. When he wakes to an ice cold wind seeking to steal away that heat, numbing him physically and perhaps emotionally too, Anakin is quick to launch himself onto his feet, his lightsaber flashing to life in his hand. Each breath hurts and he kicks away a beach towel as if it has somehow offended him for existing.]
What is this.
[He stalks across the colosseum, his gaze an unnerving combination of red and gold. When he finds no immediate enemies, he rests against one of the walls, gritting his teeth. The idea of someone kidnapping him is ridiculous, but here he is nonetheless.]
What planet is this?
[Then, louder:] Where am I?
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[The tall black figure stalking down the streets of the city is likely an ominous sight. His lightsaber is still out and glowing, ready for a confrontation or twenty. He is doing his best not to panic, but it's not like he was stable on Mustafar. This shift has rattled him further and he is silently blaming everyone from Obi-Wan to Sidious.
The cold isn't helping. He shivers and curses in whatever language seems appropriate - he does know several. In short, Hadriel, Darth Vader is tired of you tomfoolery and he is itching for a meeting to make his stance clear.
Of course, of course, the ones responsible are curiously absent. Maybe they are all meddling Sith Lords or some branch of the Jedi he never knew existed. Enough was kept from him - why not add more?
If you can calm him and his almost animalistic pacing, you are welcome to try!]
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He hated how ragged he looked. He hadn't been able to shave since the city moved to this icy tundra. It was unacceptable that a general of the First Order to look so out of sorts.
But he was broken from his thoughts when he thought he saw a familiar figure. Even if Anakin was facing away from him, he could tell it was him. However, he knew that often sometimes it was possible for someone to come in without their previous memories. He nearly called out but then he caught sight of the lightsaber.
This wasn't good.
He stayed where he was, completely still, waiting for Anakin to turn around, holding his breath as he considered what to do.]
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Finn | Star Wars (CRAU) | OTA
[ This is, uh. In every possible conceivable way, this is not the Millennium Falcon. It's been a while since Finn last got to see that ship. He's sure there are more than a few rusty details in his memory, no matter how good it generally is. But he can safely say that when he stepped into the portal to go home, to the Millennium Falcon, with BB-8 and Poe. To, you know, finish a war. Because after a year, the scientists of Riverview were 100% positive they could direct the portal anywhere and send people back.
Finn doesn't wind up with the appropriate amount of time to begin considering the baggage that comes with how very not-home this is. There's a lot of fallout hanging over his head with all the rest of the emotional fallout he's been making himself avoid for the past year of his life, and inevitably the process of having to catch that bad boy will begin.
The giant scorpions put a delay on that emotional process. In its place, an intimately familiar and instinctive response kicks in for Finn: panic and confusion, yes, but also a high-alert sort of "not gonna die today" state of mind. A better awareness of his surroundings. He sees a lot of other confused people.
He definitely sees the giant attacking monstrosities, if the startled wordless shout is anything to go by. And so he does what any unarmed soldier in hostile territory with probably-civilians would do.
He fumbles with a chain around his neck, pulls out a fancy looking pendant, and yells: ]
Taako is amazing!
[ Is it articulated very well or is it more of a gibberish stream of noises? Up to player discretion, all I know is Taako's mun is cool with it. So Finn has a D&D 5e Fire Shield for 15 minutes. He's never used this before because of the activation phrase. He does not know how it works until the part where he gets knocked to one side by a scorpion claw and then the scorpion is sort of like, "oof ouch, that's two D8s worth of too hot." Finn is busy thinking something like that, but about how hard that claw was.
Apart from that, trying to help other people not get murdered by scorpions is very big on Finn's agenda! Options include:
- Grabbing them by the hand and booking it for the nearest exit with a firm "This way!"
- Getting hit by more scorpions??? That could be incidental or deliberate. He has the dumb shield. He might as well use it. That said, he probably will not allow himself to be thrown by a big desert bug thing more than twice instead of the aforementioned hand-grabbing unless it looks like a real life or death emergency.
- Throwing nearby rocks and jandals at big scorpions in a last-ditch attempt to get their attention away from... murdering a person. He does yell "Hey!" at the scorpions. That's an important part of this process: the one where he hasn't necessarily got a plan in mind beyond throwing something just yet.
- Or wildcard it, anything goes! ]
exploration.
[ Or, for people looking to keep things a little more low-key, catch Finn in your standard given exploration option! He doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know why this has happened or what his life even is anymore. There's a mess of betrayal and disgruntlement and anxiety waiting to crack open if he sits still too long, so he will definitely be making the rounds in this first handful of days!
He is extremely tense and extremely wound-up. That's not too different from his usual, but safe to say it's taken a little boost for the new circumstances.
Sometimes exploring includes stopping to ask a person what such and such thing is (a specific building's purpose or which temple is which, a moped, a weird-looking fruit, a jandal, etc. When I say he's making the rounds, I mean it, so basically anything setting-specific goes!).
Sometimes exploring entails more of a focused, restless pacing, or a bare-bones route that Finn is using to go for a run. Or, much more rarely, sitting on a park bench somewhere thinking about how he's absolutely lost control of his life. There are a lot less meaningless distractions here. That isn't going over especially wll for him.
Just a good old fashioned, poor-sleeping disaster man action figure, complete with kung-fu grip.
Also up for wildcard options or plotting out closed threads!! I don't mind doing individual starters! Feel free to hit me up via PM or at
coliseum, duh
And then he sees him. That motherfucker. Oh shit, he's back and he knows his name. This is probably a bad situation for him, if only because lying for a week vs lying for the next forever is probably more complicated.
So now he's stuck 50-50. He arrived and now he's just standing there staring trying to figure out what to do while he watches this man with a spell that's clearly his starting to yeet rocks at a scorpion.
We'll let Finn get the reaction in on this one, folks.]
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Kylo Ren | OTA
[ Snow is one of the last things he remembers. Snow, Starkiller Base crumbling all around him, and that scavenger running off with a lightsaber that belongs to him and in his father's piece of shit ship. The wounds on his face and shoulder look bad, but they're fine - cauterized by the heat of the lightsaber that struck him. The wound on his side? Still dripping blood. Kylo is dizzy, angry, and would rather just lay back and let the planet crumble beneath him than face the Supreme Leader as a failure.
But the planet doesn't crumble and he's no longer laying in a foot of snow.
Everything is fine. Still cold, but fine.
He staggers to his feet, breathing heavily as he looks around. And he looks bad, battle worn, an absolute mess. His lightsaber is laying a few feet from him, so he grabs that and ignites it as soon as he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. It's clear that this isn't Starkiller Base. ]
Where's the girl?! [ He turns on his heel as a scorpion closes in, slashing it in two. ] What is this?!
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[ People are milling about, minding their own business (and likely steering clear of the absolute unit stalking through the street, lightsaber still ignited in his hand). He looks like he's ready for another fight, ready to find out where he is, who brought him here, and how he can get back to the Finalizer or the Supremacy.
The wound on his side is still dripping blood, though it's lessened quite a bit since he woke up here. Nothing has gone his way in the last 24, no, 48 hours. Nothing. And this? He thought things couldn't get any worse, yet they did.
Kylo is not happy, far from it, so approach with caution. ]
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You look like you could go to the clinic. [ All bundled up, Sharon doesn't look intimidating, just kind of messy and lazy. Her cheeks and nose are red from the chill and her hands are pressed together to keep them warm. She was just on her way to the Speakeasy; it's not like it'd be too much trouble to drop Mr. Pissed Off at the clinic before she goes and drinks. She carries no visible weapon (though a knife is tucked into her left boot) nor does she seem much of a threat; she really isn't until she needs to be. ]
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Nathan Drake | OTA
[He tries not to let accusations of Big Damn Heroism cloud his judgment (or lack thereof), but Nate makes a point of heading down to the Colosseum whenever an expected bunch of new people arrive. Bullets are precious but lives more so, which is why he's plastered himself against a wall as another one of those things skitters by, pincers clicking ominously.
He looks at a stranger across the way, stage-whispering:]
Hey! You need help?
[It's a question worth asking this time of month, when the Door opens and vomits another set of monstrosities right in their collective lap.]
𝙨𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚
[It's fucking cold out.
Survivable, and he's had worse in the Himalayas, but it's the kind of chill that sets your teeth on edge and winnows in all the cracks he didn't think his jacket had, forcing a slow freeze he didn't notice until the wind blew just right. It borders on freezing and it's worse the further he gets from the city, which isn't particularly far - Nate has the concerning notion that wandering away from civilization for long stretches might be asking for the wrong kind of trouble - where the wind is stronger, with no buildings to cut the force.
It is out in this rocky, Arctic-like environment that he can pick out the remains of conflict pocking the landscape like scars. Most of them are large divots in the earth, like the kind he would expect to see in Europe: old wounds from the first and second world wars. Others are cracking fragments of machinery he recognizes immediately as belonging to the Null, all of which is hard to date because climates like this preserve material so well.
It is here that Nate is exploring with characteristic eagerness, aware of the lack of supplies back in the city and intent on bringing something back that can be jerry-rigged into usefulness.]
Okay, what have we got here?
[He asks to no one in particular, completely oblivious of his surroundings as he shoves one long, thin piece of metal under the edge of an unmistakable hatch, attempting to pry it open.]
Ten bucks says somebody- [He grunts, applying more pressure as the chassis creaks.] -already raided you for parts forty years ago. Or whatever forty years is, on this planet.
𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙
[If the above don't strike your fancy, Nate can frequently be found drawing things around the city, climbing things around the city, and being a generally inquisitive nuisance. Feel free to hit me up for particular scenarios/closed starters at
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When he finally catches up, DiMA sees that it's a hatch. He makes sure to scuff his skeletal feet as he approaches, to make his presence known, glances around at the other distant divots in the ground, and wonders. ]
Do you believe the hosts of this world were subterranean?
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Zack Fair | FFVII | OTA
[Warm clothes? What are those? Even if he's SOLDIER (or.. Ex-SOLDIER), he's not completely resilient to that biting cold. And it's with a shiver that he wakes up.
Wait, wakes up? He sits up slowly, yawning a little.]
Huh? I thought I was dead.
[Wasn't he? That's the last thing he remembers - being on a cliff, fighting probably hundreds of ShinRa's men. Even being First Class, he was overpowered and shot down. He gave Cloud the Buster Sword, and then...
Yea, he was pretty sure that was lights out for good.
He shivers again.]
Geez, it's cold! Where am I?
[He looks around and spots...]
Is that a beach towel?
[Very confused headtilt. He gets up and goes to grab it. Sure enough, it's a towel... and there's another over there and another. He starts gathering them up. If he's here and cold, who knows who else is? These towels will definitely help.
But uh... now he's just got to find a way out of this place. After looking at several options, he picks a path and tries to head out while shouldering this large pile of towels.
However, the first corner he turns, he sure wasn't expecting a giant scorpion! It strikes quickly, but Zack jumps back quicker.]
Yikes! Guess I made a wrong turn.
[He tries to edge past it, but the monster is just not having it. Man and he'd rather not drop these towels to have to kill a thing, plus he's minus a Buster Sword. He can be found trying to dodge past this beastie while trying to keep the towels in his grip.]
Come on, just let me pass.
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[Those towels he got in the Colosseum? He's toting them around town, on his shoulders as best as he can. One, this keeps him warm. But most of all two, he can pass them out to people who definitely look like they could use the extra warmth.
Yea, it's a towel. But it's better than nothing.
In fact, hey, you look like one of those people. He holds out a towel or three to you with a smile.]
Here you go! Bundle up and keep warm, okay?
THE LAST TOWEL
[After giving away all the towels he could carry, he's got only one left on his shoulders. And when he sees you walking by, he holds it out to you, giving you a warm smile.]
Here you go. Keep warm for me, okay?
[Sure, he's got a tank top on, but he also has his shoulder guards. He'll be totally fine. He's not freezing, you are.]
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The gods here stripped those defenses away early on. And while she had thought she was safe still, it seems that here, finally, this planet has found her new limits. She's dressed warmly all the same, in the wool dress with its fur trim that she arrived in, but it doesn't quite keep the shivers at bay all of the time. Not when the sun starts to slip lower in the sky.
That does not mean she wants some newcomer's weird towel, and she shoots him a glare as icy as the weather and steps back rather than accepting.]
For you? Who are you, and why should it matter what you want?
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Ianchus, you're adorable, homg.
Zack you're the PARAGON of adorable
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Knock Out || Transformers Prime || OTA
[ He's cursed at just about every deity he knows, Cybertronian or otherwise, affronted to the extreme by his new 8' height, but the scorpions are exactly the distraction he needs. They're fast, but he's used to having to be faster than his opponents, and he's Velocitronian for Primus' sake. He gets behind one and whirls out his energon prod, jamming it into the juncture between the neck plates and the spinal armor, activating the prod's power.
Crackling, bright blue electricity alights across the scorpion's body, leaving it thrashing helplessly for several long moments before it collapses on the ground, charred and smoking and definitely dead. Knock Out doesn't seem to care, electrocuting it some more. ]
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[ Once the immediate bug threat is taken care of, Knock Out takes a better look at his surroundings, bending to pick up one of the towels and give it a dismissive once-over before letting it fall back to the ground. But something about them appears to capture his interest, because for the next little while he can be seen collecting a bunch of them and seems to be comparing them, keeping some while discarding others. ]
No... no... oh, this one's not bad... not that one...
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[ The rest of his time is spent mostly wandering around, examining the buildings in various states of repair or disrepair. He's never seen a human city like this one before -- well, no, that's not exactly true. He's seen similar things in human movies, but they're usually the genre of 'Earth dies', which while amusing on screen, is less so in real life. ]
How depressing... and cold.
[ It's hard to say which offends him more. ]
closed to Starscream;
[ When he finally thinks of it, he sends out a general location ping - and most unexpectedly, gets a signal back... a very familiar signal. So he wasn't the only who got deposited here? That made sense, they had been in proximity the last thing Knock Out had remembered before coming through the Door. He sets off to find the Seeker, knowing that the ping has likely informed Starscream of his presence as well. ]
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But the signal is irrefutable evidence to some sort of trick. ]
And here I thought it might be a trick by one of those annoying gods. But it would seem that's not the case. [ There's a smirk on his features as he moves ever closer. ] It would seem we are in the same boat yet again, wouldn't it?
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Poe Dameron || Star Wars || OTA
[ Yay! Poe loves being useless!
He's already made the discovery that the gun he brought with him from Riverview isn't worth a good god damn against these scorpion things, and most of his time after that is made up of avoiding them, distracting them, and dragging other people out of their way. He might drag a few people out of the way that distinctly do not need saving, just based on the fact that they looked like they were in danger.
Sorry, Hero, you can never tell when someone has superior magic and-or fighting skills.
But hey, if you need a meat shield or someone to wave their arms and yell "Hey buddy, over here!" really loudly, he's your man. ]
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[ Once the colosseum is clear of giant monsters and disoriented people, Poe slips away. Not without telling Finn what he's doing, and not without deciding on a place to meet Finn in several hours' time. They'll cover more ground if they separate, and Poe doesn't stop to question for a second that Finn will help him with this. ]
Bee! BB-8, where are you! [ He walks the streets, flexing his fingers to try and keep them warm, a beach towel thrown over his jacket as a meager shield against the cold. Hands cupped around his mouth, he yells for his droid. Now and then he'll duck into a place that has light inside or the sounds of people, but as soon as he sees his droid isn't there--as soon as he makes sure the people he's run into haven't seen anyone like BB-8--he's out in the cold again.
Yeah he's probably going to forget when and where he said he'd meet Finn, because Poe is not about to give up on finding BB-8. The droid has to be here. He has to be here. Poe and Finn are both stuck in this place.
BB-8 has to be here somewhere, right? ]
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[ If none of this floats your boat, feel free to come up with something else! Poe can be found around town trying to scavenge from the shops, climbing tall things to try and get a better look at this place's surroundings, climbing tall things because he finds it cathartic, punching walls in semi-private alleyways, and finding dark corners to try not to cry in!!
Full disclosure, Finn is very likely to bust in to any of these threads because the two of them will not be far from each other at any given point. ]
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Part of him thinks he really shouldn't engage, and as Poe starts getting closer he ducks his head, sticking his neck into his cape as if that's going to do anything when he's the only idiot in this city who wears a gigantic wizard hat in tandem with those huge ears. So, y'know, good luck with that stealth roll, buddy.
He doesn't even look like he's trying. He's just sort of hoping it'll work.]
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