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

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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.

Threaded | Flat

The clinic needs bandages. It always needs bandages, or at least it feels that way. And, if nothing else, Hadriel's shops have a good selection of the things. So Kate spends her morning picking up bits and bobs before going to work - because she's always at work, always trying to find another way to distract herself from the mind numbing boredom of the cave - and sipping her to go coffee. If the sights above her weren't a cave roof, and the buildings here didn't appear completely foreign, this would be a completely mundane day indistinguishable from any other she would have back home.

Well, apart from the alien dude dragging a carcass around with him. She hasn't seen him in the waking world since those fireflies were buzzing around her head and she tried to explain that it's completely okay to just take what you need here. And... Oh, he isn't actually trying to give that corpse to the abandoned shops, is he? It's enough to make a girl chuckle to herself. But she's direly in need of reasons to laugh lately, so maybe that's a good thing.

She doubles the pace to close the distance between them, slowing to a normal walk as she reaches his side. "Hey."

Edited 2016-06-01 15:22 (UTC)

At this point it's masochistic, how Emily goes to the shops in search of clothes. There's just not much else to do when the gods aren't dicking with the poor saps who've been dragged here, and Emily doesn't really want to hang around the house and talk about all those dreams everybody just shared. Besides, there's always the slim chance she'll find something worthwhile in one of the shops. She misses good fabric so much, to say nothing of nicer styles.

It's as she walks out of one of the shops that she sees her rescuer dragging a monster carcass into the city. Okay, weird, but not the weirdest thing. (If she ever gets back home, she's going to be so unimpressed with everything. She's not sure how she feels about that, actually.)

Whatever that thing is, it's dead, so she feels safe walking up to him on the street. She has thanked him since he saved her, but that's it, and (as much as she hates to admit it) she feels a little bad about that. If nothing else, she should talk to him now and then so he remembers her or whatever -- or better still, she should spend time with him every so often because she feels safe around him.

A literal alien with an ice body, and he makes her feel safe. What a world she lives in.

"Uh," she begins as she approaches him, "what are you doing with that."

Now that a patrol roster has been put into place, Maketh has found the time to clean up the building they've taken for a base of operations, and come to the annoying conclusion that while they might have a well stocked armory, what they do not have are office supplies. In terms of survival priorities, Maketh knows very well where those sit - firmly towards the bottom - but she intends to run an efficient guard. And if that means she has to dig through the abandoned shops looking for files and extra paper - so primitive - then that's exactly what she will do.

She'd been expecting dust. What she doesn't expect is to step out of one shop and come face to face with a large alien dragging a dead monster.

To Maketh's credit, she doesn't immediately reach for her gun. "Oh. What....what are you doing with that?"

Today, Glacius isn't the only one on a mission. And as it turns out, hunting for a specific monster in a monster-filled cave is a lot harder than Rey had initially given herself credit for.

Rather than heading straight home to the new house that she now shares with Nick, however, she makes a detour to the shipping district. Why?

Because she's covered in fucking blood, that's why.

The last thing she wants to do is to return home to find her roommate there to ask her questions. The next to the last thing she wants is to have to tell him why she's been out in the tunnels on her own, hunting the last of the giant bats. That would result in having to explain that she had made an arrangement with one of their captors (or 'gods', if you want to call them that), which would lead into why she made such an agreement to start with.

So when she sees Glacius hauling a carcass down the streets of the shopping district, she barely bats an eyelash at the scene and keeps walking, blood dripping off her clothes and strands of hair. It's normal. This is fine. Everything is fine.

One bat down. Two more to go.

Good fucking god.

Just picture Fiona going about her business, trying to get some basic stuff like scout around for useful items. Some soap and maybe a hat would be useful! She has no time to even begin her adventure before seeing ... well, that. She's a little taken aback, mainly because this was the same guy that helped her out from bullshit lying chests. Was he really -

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the hell is that?!"

She sounds sketchy, calling out from afar and carefully impending on the view. The carcass was definitely impressive - like a damn bullymong or something...

"Are you trying to make an exchange because - don't think they'll accept it like that."

Ah... she has poor jokes.

She doesn't come to the park much. Maybe it's because she'd nearly died there or maybe it's just because there's always so much going on that she doesn't have the time to take a stroll. Either way, the Inquisitor more often than not sticks to the area around the town, scavenging, tentatively meeting newcomers, and not too frequently straying to the greenery in their cavernous home. Today, though... she talks herself into it. It's been some time since Rage drove them all to hurt or kill each other, since Glacius had hunted her and Cullen had hunted him and some stranger had killed Cullen. She'd spent much of the aftermath trying to bring her not-husband's spirits up, but hadn't thought as much back to the ice-alien who had managed to overcome his rage and allow her to escape.

Of course he's there today, sitting on a bench in an almost humorous way. Sitting, perhaps waiting-- for me? Cecily swallows, brows twitching downward, eyeing him warily from a distance and wondering if this is just going to be another stupid mistake that she regrets.

Ah, well. They do come back from the dead, after all.

"Hello..." she begins tentatively, though from a distance, about as far away as she could be within earshot. The Inquisitor holds up her hands to show she isn't immediately armed, though there's always the bow and arrows at her back.

"I-- Should I go?" Cecily asks, trying to keep her tone light. "I don't want to, ah... disturb you."

And get wedges of ice lodged into her body, potentially.

As agreed, Nick meets Glacius by the bridge, heading from the housing district himself. Though he'd taken the time to see just what apartments were empty, it turned out he hadn't needed to do so -- now that he's living with Rey, he knows of two that are completely vacant. They're both a little bigger than the apartments with only one room, too. Could be good for someone like Glacius, who might enjoy the extra space, given his larger stature.

He gives the alien a nod in greeting as he makes his way to him. "Glacius. You ready to go?"

Threaded | Flat

SHOPS LET'S DO THIS MAX AWKWARD IS GO

shops

Shops

let's go shoppiiing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eF6s5_AcDM

park!