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hadriel_logs2016-06-10 10:00 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-06-10 10:00 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- amos kamiya,
- bianca,
- dr. gottlieb,
- dr. newton geiszler,
- edi,
- elmer c. albatross,
- firo prochainezo,
- howard link,
- krieg,
- lavi,
- lilith,
- maketh tua,
- muscovy,
- nick valentine,
- noah czerny,
- rey,
- sans,
- sansa stark,
- sasha,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- sharon da silva,
- steve rogers,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- victor talbot,
- wade wilson,
- wanda maximoff
Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.
What: The intro log for June.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-15th
Warnings: Spiders. Soooo many spiders. New people. Probably swearing.
For once, the new arrivals to Hadriel will not be waking up on the cold hard ground of the colosseum. Oh, sure, you'll still awaken in the arena - but this time the Door has been kind enough to ensure that you wake up comfortably arranged in a very nice chair. Or maybe not so comfortably. Some of those look pretty awkward - hopefully you didn't wake up with a crick in your neck! And hey, feel free to try to drag some of these super cool chairs to your new homes. They're probably not cursed or anything.
As you make your way out of the arena, be careful getting to close to the walls - well, except that's the only way out, so good luck! Chilling up on there waiting to get the drop on you are Skulltulas. These funky-looking spiders have squishy underbellies, but their upper exoskeletons are hard and very difficult to break through. They really just want to nibble you a few times, and maybe suck out all of your blood. No big deal, right? Have fun!
Have you conquered your arachnophobia and managed to escape? Great! Feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers June 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Lavi | Open!
Lavi comes to slowly, looking around blearily for signs of immediate danger or Noah. Finding neither, he stretches and stands, grabbing the small device that was sitting next to him on the chair. "Doesn't look like a Noah party, especially with this thing." He thumbs at it as he starts to move toward what he assumes is the exit. "Obviously some kind of communication device," he mumbles to himself as he enters one of the corridors paying much more attention to the screen than his surroundings. It's only when he feels a rush of air and a strange chittering that he looks up and sees the Skulltula dropping down in front of him.
Lavi jumps back, pockets the phone and grabs his hammer. "Shit-! Well hello to you too, ya creepy ass spider!"
B. Later, In the City:
Once Lavi escapes the Colosseum he decides to walk off his brush with the spiders by exploring the northern end of the city. He's headed in the direction of the library but will stop to look at anything else that seems interesting along the way.
A
Muscovy has been watching his surroundings closely almost since he arrived and had a run-in or two with them himself. And since there aren't baby spiders anywhere, them attacking because they are hungry and lying in ambush seems to be the explanation that makes the most sense.
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b
If he notices the shock of red hair in the distance, he doesn't seem to indicate as such. ]
Re: b
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A: hey bro~
Fortunately (at least at the moment) for Lavi, Bookman isn't here, but guess what? Someone else is! Guessing who won't be too hard, what with the sudden barrier that just erected itself between Lavi and his new spider friend.
Link debated whether or not to even reach out to Lavi when he spotted him. The former inspector's situation at home is... complicated. He shouldn't let himself be seen by members of the Order at all if it can be avoided. At the same time, Lavi is definitely supposed to be missing right now, captured by the Noah, and it seems they've both been brought to this strange place against their wills, so...]
You need to be more observant of your surroundings.
[So yeah, there's a CROW standing a few feet behind you, bro.]
'ey yo gurl... i mean Link
so much glaring >:|
don't frown so much, Dink~
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Muscovy | Open!
[Muscovy got lucky... Well, somewhat. The chair that he wakes in is very comfortable, compared to some of the others, but it is also so soft that getting out of it is quite a challenge (Like this, just with slicker fabric and more encroaching walls). Especially considering how packed up he is.
Give the little kid that's trying not to drown in a cushion chair a hand in his struggle to get out?]
II. Approaching the spiders
[He's solved his first encounter with a spider by running and retreating to the center of the room... and is now approaching the wall where he sees an exist again, slowly. And looking out for others doing the same whose defeat of the creatures he can maybe piggyback on to escape. Though he is also holding a gun in case he needs to get active himself.
Turning around, character's might find a seven year old boy with a giant backpack stand behind them seemingly out of nowhere, smiling, holding a gun and alternating between watching them and the Skulltulas on the wall before them.]
III. Outside
[Afterwards, he will wander the streets of Ataraxion, clearly searching someone or something. If he spots a person, he will stop and redirect his steps to walk towards them.]
Hello.
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Mayhaps it would be easier to stand up if you took the pack off first.
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II
She had encountered many spiders in her day, though nothing quite as big as these creatures. Figures. Nothing ever seems to be of normal size in this place.
Just in case one of the newly arrivals (or existing ones happening upon the scene) by chance have a fear of spiders, Rey is here to help. Sort of. She's made her way into the Colosseum just fine on her own so far, anyway.
Seemingly unarmed, at that, not even sporting her usual armor when she readies herself for these events.
Unsurprisingly, Rey also happens to be one of those that finds themselves turning to face that seven year old boy. A boy who also appears to be armed, unlike herself.
Wonderful.
"Hey," she calls to him, motioning for the boy to follow. "Know a way out."
Rey has a friendly face, right? She's totally trustworthy!
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He pauses when he sees the poor kid struggling.]
You know, this isn't the creepiest stuff I've seen in here, but it is pretty weird. Need a hand, kid?
[Without even waiting for the answer, Firo already has his hand stretched out. He remembers how tough it was being small--no sense in letting the kid suffer too much.]
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[III]
It's not going very well, owing to the shopping cart's alien intransigence and the size and horns of Bianca's trophy. Her two pet hyenas are prancing along by her sides, looking as proud as if they had killed the loveseat personally. Bianca is swearing under her breath, and when she sees Muscovy she's glad of the excuse to stop and rest for a bit.]
Hello, dear! I am Bianca - you must be new. You seem unusually well-equipped, for a fresh arrival.
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sans | undertale | open | will match format
killin' spiders with my killin' knife
And song.]
The itsy-bitsy spider crawled up the waterspout,
Down came the Wade--
[Stepping off of a precarious outcropping, Wade plummets to earth like a red and black meteor, activating his beam katanas at the last second and bisecting one of the foremost spiders down the middle, interrupting its attempt to pounce on Sans.]
--and took your punk-ass OUT! Ohhh! How that one taste, Charlotte? You like that? Try spellin' out O-W-N-E-D for me, huh?
[As the spider's body writhes in its death throes, the other spiders busy themselves with throwing up threat displays, because obviously there is nothing in their spider handbooks that explains how to deal with a spandex-clad acrobat with a penis-envy weapon suddenly punking them from orbit. Wade takes the opportunity to check on the guy he just saved, keeping his eyes (and his sword) trained on the horde.]
You okay there, kid? They didn't nibble on ya or nothin', did they?
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Buuuuuugs
One rears its front legs in a threat display, and Bigby doesn't even waste time growling before he bats it aside with a paw, snapping off two of its legs and another being ripped off by the force of it tumbling along the ground. The final spider actually does manage to leap, but Bigby catches it in midair - and the difference in scale makes the spider look like a toy in his mouth - and bites down hard.
Even his jaws aren't enough to completely crush the skulltula, but the force he does have makes it crack like a gunshot, and viscose liquids spurt from between his teeth as his bottom jaw sinks into its underside. Then he growls.]
Holy fucking shit!!
[Skulltulas, as it turns, taste fucking disgusting. The carcass gets dropped to twitch unceremoniously on the ground, and Bigby's paw rises to wipe his mouth out.]
Fuck.
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the gods couldn't chair less 1/3
Dude, did you just--
iiii realized this might work better oops sorry alsdkf
3/3 ONCE MORE WITH FEELING
IGNORE THAT FAULT IN MY FORMATTING WHOOPS
WHAT FAULT, I SEE NO FAULT??????? 1/3 again i'm so sorry
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3/3
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ａｌａｙｎｅ ｓｔｏｎｅ ｜ ａｓｏｉａｆ ｜ ｏｔａ
B
As he gets closer, it is very apparent that there is more unusual to this man than simply his mismatched eyes. There's signs of recent battle on his clothes, and more tellingly, signs of old injuries that have long since healed poorly. His face is a mess of bones that have shattered and since knit back together, most prominently at his right cheek and left temple.
In response to the girl's greeting, he sits down, just a touch too close for comfort, and asks her a most unusual question.]
Is this your dream I have found myself walking in? Or perhaps someone else's?
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jumps on
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Ushahin Dreamspinner | Open
Ushahin is quick to wake up, his eyes snapping open and taking in his surroundings. Ignoring the usual pain in his bad eye, a quick check reveals that he still has Godslayer and the Helm of Shadows by his side. Even Fetch sits there, perched on his shoulder. The raven blinks his bright eyes and takes it all in with a curious tilt of the head. He wonders where he and his little friend have ended up.
Glancing at the chair he's sitting in, made of bones that he hopes are animal, the half-breed is stands up in a hasty manner. He's not all that perturbed at clearly not longer being in Uru-Alat. Reality has always been more of a suggestion of Ushahin than a strict state of being. "Have we stumbled into someone else's dream?" He asks the raven on his shoulder. Fetch responds with a grumble and ominous-sounding mutter.
B. Spiders!
Spiders are something that Ushahin is familiar with. Granted, these beasts are quite a bit bigger than the ones that had constructed the webs of Darkhaven, but Ushahin is confident that he can handle them. After all, a spider's needs are simple: build webs and eat meat. He has no intention of helping them along with the second part.
When one of the Skulltulas comes near him, Ushahin doesn't move or go for his sword. His eyes do seem to flicker and a subtle ripple goes through the air. "Leave me be," he whispers softly, waiting a few precious seconds for the glamour to take affect. Though he's standing not less than ten feet away from the spider, it completely ignores him. Though nothing shows on his face, inwardly, Ushahin is relieved. He wasn't sure that was going to work.
C. In the city
Once he has escaped the eight-legged pests that seem intent on eating everything in their path, Ushahin finds himself wandering the streets of the city. With the adrenaline wearing off, he's finding himself to be quite tired. It wasn't so long ago that he had been partaking in a battle to decide the fate of himself and everyone he cared about. And now...well, he doesn't want to think about all that he had lost. All he has left of his world are the weapons wrapped up in a bundle at his side and Fetch. The device that was left with him has been forgotten for right now. He doesn't know how to work it and has higher priorities on his list than figuring it out.
The raven is flying high overhead, occasionally transmitting the images of the city from a bird's eye-view. He sees many buildings, some tall spires and others a bit smaller. All Ushahin is seeking for right now is shelter and food. Once he's done with that, he can focus on getting his bearings and understanding more of just where he's ended up.
C!
If only because she was a recent arrival, herself.
She was cautious when she approached, though--synthetics not exactly being common here and the paranoia that still hovered around her interactions with the other citizens about her status as an illegal AI kept her on guard.
"You may wish to take shelter."
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C!
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Dr. Hermann Gottlieb / OPEN
[2] STORES
[3] LAKE
2.
So after a sweep of the Coliseum to make sure it's clear -- for now -- he heads over to the stores to pick up a few things. The district is usually quiet: for one, the city isn't heavily populated to begin with, and most only go to the stores when they need actually something, just as he is. The market isn't exactly the social spot it was back in Diamond City, but Nick can't say the change is one he minds. Less people means he can get in and out quickly, get back to work sooner. And when it's about that time when the Door brings in newcomers, there's plenty of work to be done.
Though he's a little surprised to see someone else in the building when he steps inside, he doesn't pay the stranger too much attention -- that is until he notes how the man is just kind of staring off into space with a look that says his processor is all gummed up. Nick doesn't recognize him; he's probably new, he thinks to himself. That'd explain the part where he's still trying to get his bearings.
Ever the helpful type, Nick decides to save his own shopping for the moment, and approaches the guy from the side. He keeps himself a few steps away, knowing just how startling his own appearance can be.]
Don't think I've seen you around before. You need some help?
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3.
god bless
this will definitely go well
best friends by the end obviously
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katebush.gif, 1
katebush.gif x 4
wheezes and crawls into this thread
offers inhaler
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robot butticorn
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great now i'll have that song in my head all night!
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Son Goku | Open! ♥
When he wakes up--
"Eh?" And gold eyes are already looking down at a very disgusting-looking, bulbous chair that looks almost waterlogged. It's grey, slightly moldy, and just... gross. Slightly damp. Why? Goku sits up quickly. His butt is wet. "Uh--ewww..."
The (five hundred and)fifteen-year-old scrambles out of the chair. Instantly, his stomach lets out a gurgling noise. The tiny youth lets out a heavy huff.
"Awww... noooo.... I'm hungryyyy..." Is the first complain. It's not 'where am I' or 'how did I get here'. Goku wants his stomach filled. He rubs his stomach, heading to the exit... only for a giant spider to appear. He lets out a noise.
"...That doesn't look tasty!"
B: :D Freedom! (Out and About after Esaping A)
No, spiders were not tasty. Lesson learned.
Goku still has an empty stomach. That was his main concern. However, he'd finally begun to question what normal people would have by now.
"...Where am I? I don't.... recognize this place at all."
C: Reunited and it Feels so Goooooood~! (Open to castmates only)
Goku hasn't been wandering around for very long. He's currently barefoot, with one hand over his stomach, long hair fluttering along behnd him as he walks around the city, looking around. He's sniffing the air. Food. Food. Where was food? Where was anything familiar? Where was...
...The sky? Where was...
...The sun?
And Sanzo? Or anyone? Sure, there were people on the street, but, was he...
...Alone?
No, no he couldn't panic. All he needed to do was walk around and find out more. Surely there was a way to get back to the temple, or... something, right? He didn't want to be trapped here! He... he wasn't trapped, right?
Right?
C is for CAN'T TAKE YOU NO WHERE
Either way, with the surge of new people meant that the shops would start getting picked over for supplies. And while he knew it was the right thing to do to leave the shop stock alone to allow the new people first dibs, he wasn't that nice and his and Gojyo's own survival came first.
So he dragged Gojyo out with him because he needed an extra set of hands and eyes to grab things that they needed.
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wanda maximoff | brackets or prose, I'll match you.
[ She wakes up face-down on a torn cushion. There are no bars, but along the walls, there are shadows, and the feel of predatory intent. It's good, to see one's enemy in front of you, a place to focus. ]
[ The first spider that comes at her gets torn to shreds by red light. The same happens to the second, and the third. She keeps walking, approaching those who aren't visibly able to protect themselves, and following those who are fleeing to get rid of their pursuers. ]
Can you walk? Come with me.
→ supplies
[ The clothes she has on her sufficed for now, but they're stained dark with spider goo. She couldn't care less about her current appearance, but it will smell. Wanda's no stranger to scavenging. ]
[ If the shop's not empty she just nods to whoever's there looking through the racks. Wryly, after taking a jacket, ]
What do you think? I should stick with red?
→ library
[ There's a stack of books like a trail in her wake, set on the table. Wanda is frowning at the titles as she examines each book and sets it out, mouth thinner and thinner as she goes. ]
Are these all useless?
→ wildcard
[ or anyone else you might find Wanda; snooping around the park and the armoury, perched in the bar, eating. ]
[ ooc: please fill out wanda's permissions if you haven't already. ]
supplies!
[Wanda's a pretty handy person to have around in a fight. The way she can use that red light? Totally kickass. Kamina's already made notes to recruit her to Team Gurren Mk. II. For now, though, she's...well, kind of a mess. Even he's feeling kinda gross with all this spider goo drying on his bare skin. So they stop off, and he looks for a rag or something to clean up with while she rummages for clothing. When he sees her choice, he grins, giving her a thumbs-up.]
It's the best color out there! And it looks good on ya. I say go for it!
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colosseum
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wildcard
np! please take your time, I backtag forever.
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Ronan Lynch | ota
A: Colosseum
[Without much preamble, Ronan jerks himself from the chair to land, stomach-first on the dirt floor. Everything about him is tense, shivering and barely able to pay attention to his current surroundings. He presses his forehead against the ground, curling inward and trying to force air into his lungs when it feels like the rest of his body is wracked in the aftershocks of whatever had just happened.
He'd apparently had an assortment of metalic objects in his hands when he'd woken up in Hadriel, and since falling to the floor, they've scattered around him.
Ronan just breathes for a minute or two after his unfortunate landing, not even making an attempt to interpret his surroundings- it's probably another dream or some kind of trick or something, and so he just squeezes his eyes shut and waits for it to pass.]
B. City
[After he's managed to be up and about, Ronan wastes no time. He recognizes the city, recognizes the landmarks... it's been a few months, but he remembers this place, and so he makes a beeline for where he used to live, in the confused hope that he'd run into his friends there, if they made it back with him.
Everything's been going to hell lately, and he's not even sure when this is, but- well, with his luck, something's got to give eventually.]
Hey- hey!
[He'll call out to the first person he sees, particularly if they look familiar to him. Ronan's eyes are dark, his tone blunt and demanding:]
How long have you been here? In the city?
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However, the raven perched on his shoulder has other ideas. Fetch flutters down to Ronan's side, his bright eyes assessing the body in front of him. He gives an experimental peck at one of his hands and lets out a loud Caw!. That finally garners some attention from his immortal companion.]
Fetch, I don't believe he is dying. [Which means the raven can't peck his eyes out. Such a pity.]
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adam parrish | open
[Adam wakes in the grip of a strange chair, but he barely notices it. His head is swimming from the moment his eyes open, panic and shock and incredible sadness. He just came from - a moment that was awful, that could have been the end of something so important to him. People's lives in the balance. Magic.
And now he's - here? In Hadriel again?
He doesn't look great, honestly. There are scratches on his face, furrowed and bloody, left by human fingernails. There are bruises on his wrists, visible thanks to his short-sleeved t-shirt. There's a shellshocked look in his eyes, though the moment he realizes where he is he tries to hide it. He looks around himself, getting his bearings, and pushes himself to his feet. If he's here again, then maybe the others -
He rushes off, his memories of this arena vivid again. He knows the way out, he can probably avoid the monsters, he doesn't care.
He's in such a rush that he bumps into someone - more like slams, really, rudely and not gently at all.]
Oh, I'm - I'm sorry. Are you all right?
[It's rote politeness. He doesn't seem that interested in the answer.]
[june 13th: acceptance]
[So. He's back, and he's had some time to get used to that, and he's found his friends again. Things aren't great, but they could be worse. They could be a lot worse. Adam's cuts and bruises are slowly healing, he's getting back on his feet in this prison of a place. His friends are here, and this is really the first time he's managed to pry himself away from them. Not for long, but he needed to walk, and so did his dog.
He's in the park, shoes off and toes in the grass. His dog - not quite a real dog, but indistinguishable from one - is running through the trees, circling back to Adam now and then to check on him. Adam watches, quiet, trying to settle back in to being here. He's not sure how he feels about it. Not really.
The dog is not actually much more sociable than his master, but if anyone approaches, he'll run back to Adam and sit next to him, half guard dog and half comfort. That will snap Adam out of his daze, and he'll look up -]
Am I in your way?
13th
No, I was just wondering when you got a dog.
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Dr. Newt Geiszer | Open!
[This really isn't how Newt expects to wake up. Okay, granted, he didn't have super high expectations about the whole thing when last he fell asleep, but really, coming to in a very strange place on a very strange piece of furniture is a little disconcerting. He may have been snoring and half hanging off of it, so when he comes to with a start, he topples off of it and onto the ground. The very dusty ground. Which is also unexpected.
Thus, he's coughing as he sits up, blinking in bewilderment, immediately aware of what is missing--]
--Hermann?
[No answer. A fact that he’s realizing as the disorientation starts to fade and he really starts to observe his surroundings, turning his head to take in the colosseum around him, eyes narrowing in suspicion]
…what the hell? [Okay, yep, scrambling to his feet, now glancing at the couch he was sleeping on…and subsequently, his backpack next to one of the legs. He breathes out a sigh of relief, reaching for it. However, as soon as he picks it up, the giant bloodstain and human skull underneath is enough to startle, causing him to let out a noise that sounds like a high-pitched screech, dropping his backpack as he stumbles back, tripping over his own two feet and going down hard in the sand. He scrambles into a sitting position again, breathing hard, trying to push down the immediate urge to run very, very far away. Not that he’d get anywhere better because, y’know, Haven.
Newt pushes to his feet a little more slowly, this time prepared when he picks up his backpack to reveal the gruesome remains. He can’t help but make a face even as he moves the backpack to the weird couch thingy he woke up on, unzipping it and taking a quick inventory of everything inside, incredibly relieved to see everything he packed still in there. He zips the pack back up, before then moving to check the pockets of his leather jacket. Vials, check; origami newt, check; and…phone???
Newt pulls it out of his pocket, bewildered.]
Huh. Looks like they gave us an upgrade. Weird. [There’s a message on it, but it’s not from Hermann so Newt is currently going to disregard it, tucking the phone back into his pocket. He wants to get out of here pretty quickly—this place is giving him in the heebie-jeebies. He slings the backpack up onto one shoulder, now turning to look at the other people around and, not seeing who he’s looking for, is going to make a beeline for the exit. He knows he’s here—so finding him has become priority number one. He can get to know the newbies later.
Unfortunately, however, as he makes for the only visible exit, he’s so focused that he’s unaware of what lurks above. Thus he’s rather unprepared as a very large spider drops down from the ceiling. Fortunately for Newt, he’s gotten pretty good at dodging things, so he’s barely throwing himself out of the way in time, hitting the ground and rolling away, scuttling back away from it as quickly as possible, eyes widening behind his glass as he realizes what it is] H-hoooooly shit, that’s a big spider!
[Newt Geiszler: Master of the Obvious.]
[SPIRE 3]
[having assumedly departed from whoever helped him out in the colosseum because #priorities, Newt is going to find the closest building that looks relatively intact and duck into it. He’s used to buildings with doors and four walls and a floor being a safe space from monsters, so as soon as he gets to spire 3 he’s heading inside, not really bothering to go in any of the apartments, just sitting on the bottom of the stairs and fumbling for his phone. He does look around as he sits, however, making a disgusted face]
Ugh. This again? Can’t they come up with any better decor? [he hates spirals.]
[SHOPS]
[now that his first priority has been satisfied, Newt can focus on other things. Like food. Because—]
Holy shit. [this, awed, as he’s standing in front of an entire shelf of pocky. He hasn’t moved. He might have possibly been standing there for at least three minutes. Because he hasn’t seen this kinda dessert in over a year and a half, and, being the giant kaiju nerd he is, it is one of his favorites from his childhood. He looks like he’s not sure whether this is real or not.]
Is this…is this a joke? [he laughs, once, high pitched and edging hysterical. All from a couple boxes of pocky] What—are they trying to make us complacent, now? With pocky? […he hates to admit it, but it might work.]
Shops! Also should TDM be canon Y/N?
Y'know, you don't strike me as someone who'd be complacent anyway. Not with that volume.
HECK YES
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spire 3 hullo neighbor
why hello :>
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Sasha | Tales From the Borderlands | OTA | Will match formatting!
[Waking up dangling half off of what is a definite contender for world's most uncomfortable chair is certainly one way to wake up. Blearily trying to get more comfortable before slipping and falling off completely into a pile of regret definitely gets you the rest of the way.]
What the hell?!
[And pushing herself up with her left arm--]
Aagh!
[--is an unpleasant reminder that it's broken. Thanks Felix.
Sasha gives herself a few moments to coddle her arm and feel sorry for herself, before she gets herself together. She pulls her Maliwan from her storage deck and herself to her feet, more carefully this time, and looks around, gun hanging slackly from her grip as she tries to stop confusion turning to panic.]
What the hell is this place...?
[Because it's sure as shit not the loot piles next to the wreckage of the Traveller, on the open surface. This is some... weird underground arena.
And as soon as she sees someone, she'll be running towards them, hailing them down. Surely she can't be the only one this is weird for.]
Hey-- hey, 'scuse me!
Colosseum - Spider senses
[Unless she gets stopped partway by a skulltula dropping abruptly down in front of her, earning a choice curse as she stumbles back. Her SMG is up immediately and she fires a burst of bullets at its carapace.
Unfortunately, while they're not arrows, they certainly aren't strong enough to pierce the bug's shell, and the electricity rushing along in small arcs doesn't seem to phase it.]
Ooooh, you've got to be kidding me...
[Give a girl a hand before she's bug chow?]
City - Shopping for a hero
[And after all that excitement, what better way to wind down than to explore the city? In particular, she'll be rummaging through the shops, her gun always within arm's reach when it's not in her hand as she rummages for... well, anything she might find useful. Bandages and a splint would be nice.]
oh but do i hate to BUG you
[That's the sound of a Psycho charging to the rescue! Or charging in to butcher something with the unintended side effect of rescuing someone else.
His buzz-axe chunks right into the hard, shiny shell on the spider's back, spattering him with a hot gush of liquids of various viscosities and rancid-smelling steam. Krieg laughs heartily, bellowing a challenge at the scuttling, approaching horde.]
YOU'RE GONNA NEED A LOT MORE THAN THAT, TURBO!
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Probably nah? It's not like they got far
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Howard Link | Open
[Man, does anyone else think these chairs are weird? They totally are, right? Creepy, too, but whatever, because this guy over here does not give a single frosted cupcake about the chairs. In fact, he barely seems to register them as he regains consciousness, going from unconscious to on his feet in a matter of seconds.
This? Is definitely not where he's supposed to be, and a quick glance around is all he needs to see that the person he was supposed to be with? Nowhere in sight. This is a problem, you see, because some delicate and potentially explosive things were going down, sooo...
Hey, you. Yeah, you. You just happen to be in Link's general vicinity and he's looking pretty confused and more than a tad cross about this whole situation. Wanna offer an explanation as to why he's no longer in the last place he remembers being?]
[B: Spiders]
[Well, this is very not cool. Not that Link would describe it in such a way. He doesn't really look like a guy who would describe anything as "not cool". Too severe looking for that. Serious expression, very neat and put-together looking (because black turtlenecks and long trench coats are totally the "in" thing, right?), has a gold rosary around his neck. Oh, man, a strict, religiously-affiliated person? Because that never happens. Way to reinforce a stereotype, Link
what am I even talking about.So, yeah. Looks like an office type. Or maybe someone in charge of something fairly respectable... except at this exact moment, because at this exact moment? He's killing spiders.
Most people seem to be faring well against the spiders (many of them using techniques or magics that Link would definitely be curious about were the situation different), and Link is doing pretty well himself. He doesn't exactly look like a powerhouse, but the first spider that pegged him as an easy meal was very quickly surrounded by a ring of floating paper strips and then... smushed. Seriously. Like the invisible hand of God descended from on high just to punch it into the ground, leaving only a spider-filled crater behind.
How is he even doing that? Where the heck is all that paper coming from? Wait, is that stuff just flying out of his sleeves? Yep, it's flying out of his sleeves.
WELP... anybody need a hand? Or some magical spider-squishing paper?]
[C: Later]
[Everyone had their fill of spider killing? Good, because Link's pretty done with that scene. Once he's sure that there are no obvious civilians in danger, he'll take his leave and wander out into the city. This is all pretty unbelievable, even after the explanation he on the strange device he'd found in his pocket (weird piece of technology, that. So fancy looking, but it can't even fly), but it's hard to argue with visible evidence.
Like the cavern ceiling overhead. And the otherworldly architecture. And the fact that no one's tried to kill him yet (aside from the spiders, of course).
So Link will be... around. Maybe investigating some of the strange shops. Considering the weird houses and spires from a safe distance. Frowning unhappily at the far off walls of the cavern while he contemplates finding a potential exit, even if he has to blow through a wall himself.
Yep. Around. Doing totally normal things.]
c :U
Nope. If only it were that simple.
Honestly Kanda has pretty much not even bothered with the Colosseum this month because it would be the exact same song and dance. It was boring, uninteresting, and didn't help him figure shit out at all. So why even bother when he already knows the outcome will be nothing beneficial?
Apparently, though, he should have gone anyway because he certainly thought he had seen a certain dog out of the corner of his eye while leaving the shops. Kanda's just going to stop and silently make his way over.
Yeah, you're being followed. ]
HELLO FRIEND
SUP GURL
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Elmer C. Albatross | open!
[Elmer sure does like the weird loveseat he woke up on, but he's not planning on taking it with. It's a little too big, and besides, he'd much rather know where he is and what's going on than figure out how to move some furniture to his non-existent house. Seems like he's not alone when it comes to being presented with free creepy furniture, so he can at least ask some questions to folks nearby. The pleasant-looking young blonde doesn't seem too bothered, if that bright smile is any indication. Just a little confused.]
Ah, hi there! Any idea what this is all about?
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[There is a skulltula literally on top of this poor fellow. It jumped from above out of nowhere and landed on Elmer, who is now trapped underneath it as it tries to make a meal out of him. It's in for some disappointment; no matter how hard it tried to suck out his blood, it doesn't really seem to work for some reason. Elmer is mostly just trying to swat at it while attempting to wriggle free from the bit of web it's caught him in. Also, getting repeatedly bit is annoyingly painful. Help a guy out?]
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[Elmer does love some exploring, and he'd like to see what this place has to offer. Sadly, that's not much, but he's making the best of it. The architecture is definitely interesting, but there doesn't seem to be a local population, which is really disappointing. If you don't catch him while he's out sightseeing, you can find him resupplying his backpack with snacks and supplies. He's marveling at the strange selection of old and unfamiliar foods, delighted by the choice in new things to try. He grabs one box of something familiar, though.]
Hey, I remember these! Been a few years since I had them. Didn't even know they still existed.
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Those? They look like kid stuff.
[It's strange, though... He looks from the box to the man's face. That voice sounds familiar, and he looks familiar too. But looking back through his time in Hadriel, Firo's sure he's never even seen him on the network or passed him on the street.]
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Victor wakes up in a lumpy, awkward chair and quickly flails and falls out of it. Getting his slacks, his vest and shirt dirty is a grea start to this very strange day. He just seems to be yelling to no one in particular as he blurts out, "what the hell? Seriously, what the hell is this? Shit!"
Okay, so he's not alone and as he looks around he realizes this is no place near home. Getting up and dusting off, Victor's going to try to make his way out of the Colosseum quickly. If he can find out what city he is in, he can totally find a way home right? Right? Unfortunately for him he gets delayed by a very large, monstrous spider that descends upon him while he's distracted and lands on his back.
Flailing doesn't get him free this time as the thing bites him and clings as best it can. "Son of a bitch! No, no, no, no, what the hell are you!?"
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He slows when he sees the spider on someone--this has to be it. He's reaching for his knife when he recognizes that voice.
Growling, he freezes, making no further move to help out the spider's victim. "...You're here?"
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