Intro Log: Ugh, Talk to the Hand

[hadrielmods]

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.
► 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!

Comments

[quintessent]

[There's always time for more arguments although Allura lets his comment go without rebuke, eyes narrowed and focused on the task at hand. But as he unsheaths his swords, rushes towards the danger, she lets out a dismayed-]

W- Wait a tick! [ Augh except he's already charging, jumping into action, and she lets out a sigh before she sparks her own weapon to life. The bayard transforms into it's whip form, the long tail made out of a white and blue light, which trails behind her like a long ponytail as she runs to catch up, shouting as she does,]

I hope your shield is capable of taking another one of those blasts!

[They'll be a lot closer this time.]

[battlebound]

( Unfortunately for everyone who has ever met him, Steak doesn't really do waiting. Or thinking. Or... really anything that isn't charging ahead with full confidence that he'll be fine.

(Those bullish horns? Not just for the #aesthetic, we guess.)

Those minutes arguing were a chance to recharge, for his energy to build. He should have more than enough stamina to trigger his shield again, but while it ambles towards them, branches swinging, his blades are aiming for each branch in range and slicing down. The air around him seems to grow uncomfortably warm, as though the force of his attacks and the fervour of his movements all but creates flickering, licking flames in the air.

He's no magic soul, but there's something so definitively inhuman about the sheer level of power he exerts as he fights. )

Don't worry about me! ( The shield will be fine. More importantly, is this stranger going to be safe when this tree blows? )