hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-14th
Warnings: None

Welcome to Hadriel. Your first glimpse of your new home is maybe not the most welcome - you awaken on the floor of the colosseum, surrounded by sand and walls and... trees? Yes, trees. Along with you and the other newcomers, a number of Territorial Oaks have arrived in Hadriel. They look just like normal trees, except for those welcoming smiles - oh, and they don't like you at all. They move fast, hit hard, and if you manage to bring one down it'll go out in a large, dangerous explosion. This may have you rethinking your stance on clear-cutting.

While you're trying to avoid the trees, you might come across a few of the other things the Door has deposited in the colosseum for your (its?) entertainment. Namely, a bunch of toys that no one has played with in years. But maybe one of them will tickle your fancy?

Once you've finished indulging your 90's nostalgia, 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 February 10th-14th.
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( There's a million reasons to explain why she wakes up so easily when he shifts her legs, but really, it only matters that she does. Her fingers clasp around his wrist when he places the blanket over her, and brown eyes crack open with the gentlest touch of a smile at the corner of her mouth.

He's still here. )

Missed you.

( Murmured so quietly that you'd think she was trying to make sure no one heard it, despite the privacy of the apartment. )

[Ignis doesn't say anything. He moves his arm, twists it gently around to take hold of her hand and sinks down onto the couch beside her. It's not a difficult thing to pull her up, to gather her in close to his chest and hold her so tightly, his heart pounding heavy against his ribs.]

So much has happened. [He mutters, tucking his chin lightly against the top of her head.]

So much I could tell you. I wouldn't know where to begin.

( There aren't many — hell, perhaps not any — other people she'd allow to jostle her about like their own personal soft toy. Most others would find themselves on the receiving end of a comment or shove. But she can't find it in herself to say a word when Ignis holds her like that.

Instead, her finger traces over his knuckles and she leans her head into his neck, frowning at those words. )

Don't have to, if it's too much. ( Would she like to hear it? Sure, but even Kate knows that she'd be too much of a hypocrite to demand answers when there's so much she hates trying to explain. And, for once, she can't rationalise the behaviour to herself.

So... He doesn't need to right now, if it's still too much. She'll listen another time, if that's what he wants. ) Being back's hard enough.

( With all those memories flooding back, mixing with the things experienced back home.

And she realises, finally, that Hadriel's effects mean that his memories of her, of them, disappeared too.

That's... another ache she'll deal with later. )

Perhaps later.

[He doesn't want to keep things from her, but there's only so much he feels like he'll be able to say. Perhaps more than he'd tell Noctis, and yet... it could feel like too much of a betrayal to keep his ultimate fate from him while someone else walked around with the knowledge.

Ignis quiets then, tucking his chin against the top of her head and simply holding on to her, anchoring himself in the moment and the warmth of her presence. Being back is hard enough, for now, and everything is still falling into place but one thing he is certain of is how he feels about her.]

Have you been alright while I've been gone? [He asks after a little while, rubbing his thumb over the curve of her shoulder.] I hope you didn't break anything.

( Did someone tell him? It's the first thing which pops into her head when Ignis asks her that, and Kate remains all too quiet for a moment, continuing to run her fingers against the back of his hand (he's real, so very real, even Hadriel wouldn't go this far to fuck with her emo-- okay, it would but she's pretty sure it isn't right now). )

... nothing important. ( Windows can be repaired, kitchenware replaced, walls fixed. Hell, she could simply move and leave that house to someone else.

Ah, but then she's not got her new-old neighbours any more. )

Carlisle and Glacius moved next door to me.

( Changing the subject? Kate? Since when? )

Edited 2019-02-22 10:25 (UTC)

[No one told him, but doesn't he know her well enough? She wouldn't have taken the knowledge of his disappearance with any kind of calmness. But she says 'nothing important', and he takes that to mean she didn't injure herself or another person. That's enough for the moment.]

Hm, did they?

[He loosens his grip on her, but keeps his arm loosely around her back.]

How do you feel about that?

( Not to an extent that wasn't easily fixable by some healing magic, no.

His grip loosens and, in response, Kate lifts her head away from his neck, shifting so she can look at him while they speak. )

Fine. Long as they're not disgusting.

( Who wants to see something so utterly wrong as Carlisle being happy and adorable with his husband? )

[Ignis laughs. It's a slightly weary sound that catches on the aches in his ribs, but he laughs.

Six, it feels good to laugh.]

No, there's nothing worse than a happy couple.

[Is that right, Kate?]

( And it sounds good to hear it, too. A smile curves her mouth ever so slightly, because it's only then that she realises the hypocrisy of that statement.

... Eh, she stands by it. )

You said it.

( Not her. She just said they needed to not be disgusting. It isn't natural to see Carlisle smiling. )

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