hadriel_logs | 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.

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!

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[It's not blatant, but Bianca lifts her chin, striking a pose, when she's looked up and down.]

Of course. I'm perfectly willing to help, but you looked very much as though you had the spiders well in hand.

There's a bar. I shall answer all your questions over drinks.

I do.

[ It's not deliberately boastful. She took Ultron's heart, and is fresh from the surge of that power in her veins, radiating from every cell in her body. Now, it lacks the turbulence. ]

[ She makes her way up to Bianca, after the last stragglers have moved away from building, and follows her where she leads. ]

I do not want drinks.

[Bianca, who sees nothing wrong with some honest arrogance, inclines her head approvingly.]

Do you not? Those pyrotechnic effects looked like thirsty work to me. Our bar does also serve soft drinks and coffee. As well as being a convenient place to sit and talk. But perhaps you would prefer the park?

[ After all that fear and confusion in the colosseum, she can't honestly say she wants to be around more people. They filter in to her. Used to be, Pietro was the focus of her attention. Through the walls of the laboratory, on the field, that piece of quick silver. ]

We can take coffee to the park, then.

Perfect.

[Bianca will put tequila in hers because that's how a Bianca rolls.

Somewhere between the Colosseum and Delight's bar, two enormous spotted hyenas peel out of the shadows and attach themselves to Bianca's sides. They are, to someone who can perceive such things, in constant mental contact with Bianca: it's not exactly like the natural connections of any social pack hunter, but it's the same shape, a natural function of all three only slightly adapted by the dominant mind in the gestalt.]

Don't be alarmed. These are my pets. Bud, Lou, say hello.

[She ignores the fact that nothing seems particularly likely to alarm this girl. Bianca rather approves of that.]

[ The hyenas are buoyed like fish in a strong current. ]

Hello.

[ Bemusedly. There are many impossible things in the world, and Wanda can just add one more to the list. She walks back straight, chin up, like a dare at the world to throw something at her. ]

That one is Bud, this one next to me is Lou.

You are talented, aren't you?

[She says this archly, her thin smile caught between fascination and displeasure.]

They came here with me. Their former master didn't treat them well.

[They seem very friendly and curious, sniffing Wanda and pushing great hairy heads under her hands to be petted.]

[ She startles both at the touch and the intent radiating from them, and after an aborted attempt to pet Lou in the head she settles for behind the ear. They don't seem that different from dogs. ]

Where did you come from?

[ She doesn't need to be a telepath to know Bianca isn't normal. ]

[The startle is obscurely soothing to Bianca; it's reassuring to see that this frighteningly capable, competent girl is at least able to be pushed offbalance, however mildly.]

Ahh. That's an extremely long story and a question with no real answer. Most recently before here, though? I was on a prison ship that traversed between worlds and realities. I escaped when it was finally destroyed - escaped, only to find myself trapped here.

[She speaks as though it were a great disaster, and it's not precisely untrue. For most of her lives, the thought of being trapped, pinned to a fixed point in spacetime, would have been a horror beyond imagining. When Bianca lets herself think too hard about it, it still is: but the truth is, this incarnation of her is actually fairly content with it.]

Edited 2016-06-13 11:38 (UTC)

I have time.

[ And a impatience with grey areas only the young possess. Things are not always straightforward, but they can be made so. She eyes Bianca with a lot of scepticism as she talks, but there is no hint she is lying. Well, there is a lot beyond Wanda's imagination. A few years ago and she wouldn't have imagined herself the way she is now. ]

[Bianca smiles, more genuinely this time, and leans back on the park bench.]

I have no idea where I was born. I...

[She stops and thinks about an easy way to phrase it: I wasn't myself for most of my lives. Which is the truth, but would only necessitate a dozen more explanations.

She settles on a smaller truth instead.]

I've travelled most of my life. I've rarely settled anywhere for long. I haven't found the lack of a homeworld to be any great impediment.

And yourself?

[ She would have understood, or perhaps more accurately, it would have kindled a kernel of understanding. There is one other whose mind Wanda has sifted through with the same: Natalia-Alina-Anastasia-Natalie-Nina-Natasha. Lives upon lives, shifting like sand. It's not in most people's natural disposition to contain those multitudes. Wanda lives with one. ]

A homeworld.

[ With yet more scepticism. She takes it at face value, however. ]

I am from Sokovia. Earth.

A homeworld. May I take it from your tone that your Sokovia exists in a time before interstellar travel?

[Bianca will see your scepticism and raise it by an eyebrow.]

I know about it.

[ The Chitauri came through a hole in the sky. Thor somehow does, too. ]

I've never done it myself.

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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