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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2019-03-10 12:22 pm

Intro Log: True Love's Kiss

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


You wake up cold and in the snow-covered dirt. Hope you have warm clothes with you, because it's freezing outside- but that's not your only thing to worry about. Contrasting with the pure white of the snow and slush are strange shadows that seem to glide across the frozen wasteland just outside of your peripheral vision. Whatever these beings are, they're not friendly, and simply being near one of them is enough to spiral you into a depression, as if you'll never be happy again. Get too close and you begin to relive the worst memories of your life- get even closer and they might just steal your soul away.

Dementors are wraithlike creatures from the Harry Potter franchise, who can drain the happiness of everyone around them before closing in to suck their soul out through their mouths- ew. While ordinarily only wizards can see them, these particular dementors are somewhat visible to the untrained eye, if only as shadows and dark flickers of movement.

But it's not all bad around here! While you're feeling kind of blue, there's also some toys and various plastic nonsense that looks like consolation prizes one might get from a very tacky dining experience.

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 March 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!
merb: (✈ might want to check that out)

the coliseum

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-10 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's someone at least as underdressed as Julie is coming in with the crowd of new arrivals this month, wearing some kind of patchworked flightsuit, though that's not the strangest thing about his appearance. Since waking up freezing and dirty in the snow and establishing that this wasn't Atmos or even Far Side, he'd been more or less cowering amid the ruins of coliseum. But hearing the call for help has his long ears ticked right up in agitation and fear and he vaults over the rubble he's tucked himself behind with a frantic wave of his arms as he hurries toward Julie. ]

Stop, stop yelling! You're going to attract more of those things!
redwinekindofgirl: (106)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-10 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
What things, what--

[Then, she sees it. She sees the flicker of a shadow in the corner of her vision and whips her head around so abruptly that a muscle twinges in her neck.

Forgive her, Stork, she's been through hell in the past few days and this is just the shitty cherry on the shitty icing of an even shittier cake.
]

What the fuck is that?!
merb: (✈ take cover bombs are incoming)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-10 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Shhhp! Pssh!

[ No Stork, hushing her now will not make the Dementor forget that they're there now that it's spotted them. He freezes like a green deer in the headlights when it seems to lock onto them, folding his arms over his head and hunkering down in the snow. ]

... We're gonna die.
redwinekindofgirl: (032)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-10 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck-- fuck.

[It comes back to her quickly. The coliseum, the place they always get dumped when they arrive here, newcomers or not.

And the monsters. Always some kind of monster.

Despite the aching in her legs and the fact her wrists are still bound together, the young woman pushes herself to her feet and grabs the shoulder of Stork's clothing.
]

You'll definitely die if you just fucking sit there. Come on.
merb: (✈ more ships on our starboard)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-10 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's the right track; his teammates often bodily handle him in the same manner when his fear instincts override his good sense, and he whines but it's a token protest. ]

There's places to hide, and my toolkit - I can cut you loose.

[ He gets his first proper look at her now that she's standing, and she looks far worse for wear than he does. Guilt twinges, just a little. He grabs her hands, tugging her toward the rubble which forms a maze of downed columns and stones. ]
redwinekindofgirl: (086)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-10 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck--

[She doesn't look like she should be capable of standing at all. She doesn't feel like she should be capable of standing, yet there she is, on her feet, trying to save someone else because that's just how she is.

It works, and then he's pulling her along and she curses again, because her legs don't want to work and she's stumbling along behind him. Her fingers tighten around his and once they're hidden, she drops down to her knees clumsily.
]

I know the way out. I can get us both out.
merb: (✈ cyclonians are coming in for landing)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-10 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's indeed a small toolkit where he guides her, and inside a number of unfamiliar looking tools and a handful of small crystals. Stork takes something that looks like a cross between a screwdriver and a can-opener and uses it to cut her bindings. ]

You... could have led with that.

[ He risks a peek around a column, but their hasty escape seems to have bought them at least a few moments. ]

Is it far? You don't look like you're ready for another run.
redwinekindofgirl: (003)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-10 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You didn't really give me the chance. [God, but it's good to have her hands free. She shakes the rope off her wrists and rubs the chafing underneath, carefully flexing her finger and wincing slightly with the movement of her left hand.

Didn't really get the chance, you know, with the Doom and the running?

When she looks out, it's with more boldness than he shows. Like she doesn't care if something sees her.
]

I'm fine. We need to head for one of the exits. [She wets her lips quickly, with another small wince, then points to one of the large, dark archways.]

There. Get your stuff. We're just going to have to run.
merb: (✈ maybe no one will notice it broke)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-10 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
You're the one who was calling for help!

[ That was so like a human, being so contradictory! But he picks up his toolkit obediently and clutches it to his chest when she gives her order (he's used to following orders, and it shows) before giving a nervous nod of his head. Running is good. Running he can do. ]

Are you sure? How do you know?
redwinekindofgirl: (024)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Have you ever tried to run with your hands tied together? [Julie snips back tartly, but her expression softens just a little when she sees how nervous he looks. She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and grips his shoulder with surprising strength.]

I've done this twice already. Just trust me, for like two minutes, and once we get out of here you can fire all the questions you want at me. Deal?
merb: (✈ do i have to touch it)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-11 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He blinked owlishly at her when she snaps out a question, like it's the most obvious thing. ]

Yes? Happens more often than you'd think.

[ Somehow Stork thinks that if this is her third time doing this, she might be either very good or exceptionally unlucky, and whether that makes him more or less likely to die in following her, he's unsure. But he also has little else in the way of alternative options. ]

... deeeeal.

[ He sounds like he really didn't want to say that. ]
redwinekindofgirl: (101)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[He doesn't sound sure, but they don't have time to debate it. Julie leans her head against the pillar for a moment, closing her eyes, then opens them to focus intently on the doorway. It's not that far. It's not that far.]

Ready?

[He's going to have to be ready. It briefly comes to her that she doesn't even know his name yet as she darts out of cover and runs for the exit as fast as she can. Sand isn't the easiest thing to gain your footing on, and she stumbles once or twice before she all but throws herself into the tunnels that lead out into the city.]

Still with me?! [She calls over her shoulder.] Hah-- this way. This way.
merb: (✈ maybe no one will notice it broke)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-11 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's fast, and it takes him a moment to get himself in gear to follow her when she takes off. But his long legs propel him with an odd loping gait along behind her, still clutching his toolkit like a lifeline. Across the snow, shimmers of dementors start moving in their general direction once again. ]

Less talking, more running!

[ They pass through the tunnel and abruptly out into the light once again, and he shields his eyes from the sudden change in brightness. ]
redwinekindofgirl: (105)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Finally, something they can agree on.

When they burst out into the sunlight once more, Julie comes to a skidding stop and abruptly collapses to her knees again.
]

Fuck. Fucking fuck. [She gasps out, rubbing her face with her uninjured hand. Her breath crystalises in front of her in small, icy-white puffs of warm air and she lets out a soft, near-hysterical laugh.]

I can't believe I'm in this fucking place again!
merb: (✈ noticed something important)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-11 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he definitely knows what her favourite word is, despite knowing her for only a few minutes. It's not as creative as some of the analogy-laced curses of Atmos (of which he knows more than he should, considering the age group of the rest of his squad) but it definitely gets his point across. More importantly however: ]

You've been here before?! So this isn't Far Side?

[ It was too bright, too snowy, but he feels like he has to confirm it anyway. And then Stork once again reassesses her physical state and in a slightly less pitched voice, adds: ]

You should... really get looked at. What happened to you?

[ He'll offer her a hand; strange, definitely green, but friendly. ]
redwinekindofgirl: (021)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
[She can get more creative. She can be so creative with curses that it would make a sailor blush, but right now, 'fuck' is the best word in the universe. Right now, there's nothing else she can think to say.]

It's called Hadriel. It's--...

[Bright. Snowy. At least she knows they haven't shifted planets again. Her eyes fall on his hand, and she doesn't think to remark on how green it is as she carefully takes it and gets up, brushing the snow from her knees.]

Thanks. God, it's freezing. [She mutters, but he asked her a question and her attention moves to the bandage around her hand. When she answers, it's quite blunt.]

They cut it off with cable shears. [It's starting to throb again, with the exertion and the cold.] A few days ago, I guess..? Yeah.
merb: (✈ did you wash your hands yet)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-11 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's starting to shiver once again as well, the adrenaline from their dashing escape wearing off. Hadriel... the name rings no bells, even in his extensive memory. New place, new dangers, new risk of terrible doom. Sounded about right. ]

They what?!

[ It doesn't really occur to ask her who 'they' are, but ultimately it doesn't matter. That someone would do that, is deterrent enough to make him squirm. ]

If you've been here before, do you know where we could get inside? Merbs aren't built for cold weather - I'll die. At least not from those things back in the arena though.

[ Whatever they'd been. As if to underscore his pitiful state, his ears sweep back and low, his breath puffing out as his heartrate starts to come down just a touch. ]

What's your name?
redwinekindofgirl: (074)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
[She examines her hand for a moment. Under the bandage, the finger is cut down to just below where the joint next along from the knuckle would be. Julie hisses, and tucks her hand beneath her armpit for warmth.]

Yes, I know. Uh... this way.

[Warmth. Fire. Would he want warmer clothes or heat first? Maybe the latter, so they can both get their bearings. The Speakeasy doesn't feel like the best place, but it's the only one she knows that's guaranteed to be warm enough.]

I'm Julie. Julie Cabernet.

[Not dying is good. Her shoulders hunch while they walk, her body doing its best to battle against the cold.]

Thanks for-- you know. Helping.
merb: (✈ occasionally just need to hang out)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-11 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Immediate warmth via heat is definitely the right call, and he trails along beside her with the occasional glance over his shoulder in the direction that they'd come as if expecting the dementors to have tracked them outside the coliseum. ]

I'm Stork, of the Storm Hawks.

[ He seems surprised by the thanks, and it takes him a moment to respond. ]

You're welcome, but you did most of it.
redwinekindofgirl: (011)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-11 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll take that credit. [She replies with a slightly forced laugh. Now she has time to catch her breath and take everything in, it's getting harder to keep the walls from crumbling in around her.

But Julie does what she does best. She shores up, and she keeps going. There'a just no other option.
]

The Storm Hawks, huh? Sounds like a biker gang.

[Probably not - she knows what a flight suit looks like - but it does sound like a biker gang.]
merb: (✈ i can hear you behind the curtain)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-12 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Given the land based mode of skimmers, it's more accurate than she knows. ]

Well, that's not really wrong-- but actually the Storm Hawks are a Sky Knight squadron. I'm the carrier pilot.

I should have known something like this was going to happen. Crossing to the Far Side... magical portals, unknown dimensions, what could have possibly gone wrong?

[ The sarcasm is evident there. ]
redwinekindofgirl: (098)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-16 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, cool.

[She sounds like she knows what that means, or at least can put it into enough context to guess. She should, being an army brat.

Her expression shifts as he goes on, and she picks up easily on the sarcasm. After all, it's her second language.
]

Oh, yeah, sure. All of this makes total sense. I bet you deal with this kind of shit all the time.
merb: (✈ the map might be upside down)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-17 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Stork nods emphatically, and then with an air of petulance: ] I want the rest of my squad. They usually know what to do.

[ a pause while he thinks that over. in retrospect: ]

Well, actually we don't usually. But we make it work.
redwinekindofgirl: (010)

[personal profile] redwinekindofgirl 2019-03-19 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her expression is wry, but soft. A band of clueless people who somehow manage to make it work? Is that ever something she understands.

Luckily for the both of them - because Julie can feel her joints locking up in the cold even if she doesn't mention it - the Speakeasy isn't too far. She holds the door open for him when they reach it, and makes a small gesture for him to head inside.
]

Go on. Do you drink? What they have passing for whiskey isn't bad.
merb: (✈ occasionally just need to hang out)

[personal profile] merb 2019-03-25 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ Stork heads inside at the unspoken invitation, almost instantly uncurling from his hunched crouch when the warmer air of the Speakeasy hits him. But he shakes his head at her question. ]

Merb biology doesn't handle a lot of things that well... alcohol is one of them. Not really a problem back home, the rest of my squad is underage anyway.