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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- agent maine,
- aqua,
- armitage hux,
- daenerys targaryen,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- elena fisher,
- finn,
- hanako nurumi,
- harlan halliday,
- ivar ragnarsson,
- kelson haldane,
- laura palmer,
- lyanna stark,
- margaery tyrell,
- mariane cousland,
- michael munroe,
- peter parker (616),
- roxas,
- shigeru miyata,
- stork,
- tinya wazzo
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
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!
the coliseum
Stop, stop yelling! You're going to attract more of those things!
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[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?!
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[ 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.
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[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.
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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. ]
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[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.
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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.
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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.
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[ 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?
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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?
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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. ]
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[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.
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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. ]
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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!
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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. ]
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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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.]
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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. ]
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[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.
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[ a pause while he thinks that over. in retrospect: ]
Well, actually we don't usually. But we make it work.
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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.
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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.