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Glacius ([personal profile] glacius) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-05-31 06:38 pm

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?

Who: Glacius and you! Open and closed starters for all your needs, so come on in!
What: June catch-all log for Glacius for the purpose of pursuing existing CR or establishing new relations.
Where: Various locations in the city, specified in the starters.
When: The beginning of June.
Warnings: N/A, will update as the need arises.


Shopping District - OPEN
Glacius is on a mission today, one that happens to be bringing him towards the center of the city--a more frequently populated area where he rarely travels due to his reclusive nature. He doesn't like drawing attention to himself--even for a non-human, he's particularly exotic-- but he knows he can't remain on the fringes of society forever, despite his fear that people might jump to assumptions around him. Still, if the sight of a massive ice alien walking down the streets isn't enough to turn the heads of Hadriel's more "normal" inhabitants, the fact that he's dragging the heavy carcass of some unfortunate cave-dwelling monster in the street behind him as he moves towards the shopping district probably isn't helping.

He doesn't yet understand how the shops work. No one had been around when he'd visited them to try and find supplies to care for the fireflies when they filled the cavern, so he had taken supplies from them since there had been no other option... but that felt odd to the alien. He didn't want to be a thief and he didn't want to steal, and he'd heard that people in the city often traded for the meat and pelts of monsters in the cave, so he planned to return later with something that he could use to trade for what he took. That explains the massive body he's dragging with him now; it's much larger than him, burly and powerfully built and covered in thick shaggy fur, and yet there doesn't appear to be a spot of damage on Glacius for his efforts.

He's aware that the sight of one massive creature dragging the dead body of another might draw attention at best or be cause for alarm or fearful self-defense at worst, so he's trying to get his done as quickly as possible. Hopefully if someone does come up to him, it will be either to trade, to point him in the right direction, or maybe just to explain why this attempt might be slightly misguided.

Park - CLOSED to Cecily
Sometimes when Glacius has time to himself he comes to the park. It's big enough that he can usually find space to himself, the sound of running water is peaceful--if not slightly strange to a being that hails from a world where most of the water is frozen--and the shade of the large trees is nice and cool. Usually it's the perfect place for him to go when he wants to get away from the city, but doesn't want to be quite as far out or at as much risk as he might be if he was sticking to the system of caves.

... Usually. Lately this place has come to host some dark, troubling memories: it's the place where his will was subverted by Rage and he was turned against an innocent woman. Even now, he still remembers the pain on her face as he attacked her clear as day, and the upwelling of guilt and remorse is still strong enough that the peaceful alien feels as though he might choke on it. He shouldn't be here... but he so desperately makes things right, and so there's a part of him that hopes he might find Cecily back here one day. So he visits the park regularly and simply sits on that bench, forcing himself to endure the memories as he waits.

He hasn't seen her since, but he doesn't know what else to do. In fact, he's not even sure what he will do if she comes across him. She hadn't seemed particularly angry at him right after the attack, but he'd be surprised if she hadn't grown to scorn him in the time that had passed. Makers knew he was certainly horrified and upset enough with himself, and the spikes that protrude from his hip are still showing signs of the damage that he enraged husband had dealt to him when it was his turn to be targeted. Whatever she deems necessary, the alien has already decided--even if it comes down to punishment, to recompense. That is the cost for inciting harm upon an innocent.

Spires- CLOSED to Nick
After receiving a message from Nick Valentine in his inbox--which was Glacius' first time learning of that function of the device, in fact--the two had conversed, and the synth had managed to do something that no one else in the city of Hadriel had: he'd gotten the location of the ice alien's current living space. For all this time, Glacius has still been keeping close to the caves due to his wariness of the human inhabitants of Hadriel, and his need for space and privacy. Rage's games in which the city's inhabitants had been reduced to assassins and targets had only exacerbated this, and the guilt he was suffering since has also made showing his face around the city feel less and less appealing.

Nick was at least understanding, and had managed to coax the alien into trying to find a more suitable living space. Glacius knew that his stay in the caves could last, it probably shouldn't; it was just a temporary location he'd picked out when he didn't realize just how long he'd be trapped in Hadriel. It was a patch job over something that needed more thorough work; it was uncivilized, unbecoming. It was also unsafe--even with his considerable combat prowess, the sheer amount of monsters in the winding tunnels was no small threat, and knowing he could get attacked at any time forced him to keep one eye open, making it hard to get decent rest.

So the synth had agreed to help him find a new place to reside, somewhere that struck a good balance for the alien--somewhere a little more comfortable and easily accessible without being too close to the more populated areas of the city, allowing his sense of privacy to stay intact. If Glacius could get more explanation on how things worked in the city in the process, that would be a bonus. He's waiting by the bridge over the southeast region of the river that leads to one of the beaten roads, green eyes scanning his surroundings for Nick.

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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-06-17 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hm?" That- right. There weren't a lot of non-dick humans in your life, were there, Glacius? "Depends on the person. Guess I just met a lot of people who don't like to talk." She shrugs, because like attracts like, doesn't it? It's hard to start a conversation with someone who just answers with as few words as possible. The journey lapses back into silence, and Rage's temple is starting to come into eyeshot.

"You been to the temples before?" She looks back at Glacius for the first time in a while. The emotions were, supposedly, something a person could deal with if they had good control. But Rage has always been too tempting for her, like a cold shower in the summer heat, and she has problems not just letting it pull her into its grasp.

At least, if nothing else, it is incredibly mind-clearing.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-06-23 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods, not so much out of agreement, but out of a decision to slow down before they get too close. "Their emotions..." hm, how should she put this... "affect the place. Might help if you prepare yourself." Although Glacius has never seemed at all prone to Rage, Kate is very aware of how badly an unprepared trip into the mouth of an emotion like that can affect someone. But then, she's always had a complicated standing with that feeling, hasn't she? She's never quite been able to resist emotions as well as someone with her past should. Never quite been able to fully sink into Rage and cold emotion or fully shake it off either.

"Still got a chance. Give it to me and I'll be back in a minute." She's not entirely sure that Glacius should see the person that Rage brings out, someone colder and crueler than the person fighting for their survival was.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-02 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes in life something happens or something is said that lets a realisation hit you in the face like a lorry would - hard and fast. It takes Glacius' words here to do that, to smack Kate in the face with the fact that she has - at some point - started to really consider Glacius someone to protect from the unnecessary horrors, like she would take the figurative bullet back in The Agency and accept punishments for fuck ups that spared Marc and all the rest from finding themselves on dungeon duties. Not just to save him from the fucked up world that was his dream, not just out of some sort of "I owed you one" mentality or anything else.

Well... fuck. This was not part of the plan. A comrade in arms is a great thing to have, someone who has your back and all the rest of it. But apparently she forgot all the baggage that came along with that.

Like this entire mess of loyalties that are building. Have built, more like.

"Fine. Let us do that." She won't argue, but she won't let him go off into the mouth of the beast alone.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She never quite knows whether she loves or hates rage. There's a cold, cool-headedness that it brings in her that is freeing - free of moral compulsion or guilt over her past, only fury at what she's been subjected to - but the things she is capable of under its influence are terrifying when viewed in the light of day and normal consciousness. Perhaps it is best to say that Kate hates how easily swayed she is. Not only by rage, but by so many emotions, although she often doesn't recognise the hold her hopes have on her heart, or how quick she is to fear for the lives of the people closest to her.

She breathes deep and tries to stamp down on the cruelty that curls in her stomach like vines. Same thing you do with fear, right? Concentrate on something else. On the immediate goal in front of you. There should be no need to be any more than a few minutes in here, really. Her steps are quick, aiming to get to the altar and out as fast as possible before she gives into the temptation that keeps clawing at her gut, sharp and thorny.

"Twelve round, 9 x 19mm," she drawls, glancing up towards the ceiling of the temple as she does so. Normally this wouldn't be done, but Kate's not sure how it works if it's a gift.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-04 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Nothing seems to happen, but Kate shrugs and shakes off the building anger that likes to multiply on itself when she has to wait - moving, she should always be moving - and turns back to Glacius. "Gonna need to put it on the altar," she explains, managing to keep her voice in check, neutral and unaffected by this place. "We can go after that." she can grab the bullets if they appear, or come back tomorrow if not.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-04 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, everything remains silent, and Rage does not appear. Kate folds her arms, taps her foot and they wait. In silence and hard stares until, eventually, it is time to leave, with a shrug and a glance up at Glacius.

"C'mon then." It's dull and unremarkable as far as transactions go, isn't it? And she is itching to get away from the temple. Itching to move back into some sort of normal place. If anything is normal here. Quick steps, double time. Let's go.
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-04 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
She feels the tension in her body disappear like someone let go of a string they were holding. With a long, slow exhale, Kate feels herself return to something more like, well, herself. The streets wind their way around as they ever do, but it feels slightly more manageable. Although she could do with a drink, but she usually could after visiting that place. Even a coffee helps.

"Don't mention it," she answers. waving a hand in the air beside her, because it really wasn't anything but a sudden thought she acted on. Who wouldn't have asked? "Can't say I expected it the first time."
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[personal profile] dedikated 2016-07-06 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds like a plan." Kate shifts the bag of scavenged supplies onto her shoulder and rolls her head from side to side. "Should probably bring these back to the clinic, anyway." So, let's begin the trek. At a reasonable pace, one that isn't let's get the fuck out of this dump of a temple, yeah?