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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Nefarious, aren't they?

[ The dry remark from behind and left of Newton.

Hermann stands one meter back, his left hand tucked into his trouser pocket while his right clutches his cane. He's leaning on it, giving him a slight angle, and his neck corrects with a tilt left. ]

You cannot have all of it.

[ He's stern in it, and his face matches. There's nothing fond in it. No small, warm creasing at his eyes. No faint slope to his mouth. None. ]

They're's totally some ulterior motive behind this, I just know it. [he turns, though, to grin at Hermann at that second part, mischievous]

I guess I can leave one box behind. Just incase someone else wants one.

[he's turning back to the shelf, reaching up to grab a box and start tearing it open]

Then you'd better leave the lot of it.

[ With a teasing edge to the smirk. Can't be feeding into anything ulterior, after all. That lighter edge dissipates quickly. ]

You can't take -- [ A quick glance at the shelves, how many boxes back they seem to go ] -- 35 boxes of pocky!

Or just get into it here, Newton, have some restraint!

[ Actually, since apparently they cannot pay even if they want to, the only thing that should stop Newton is decorum.

As such, it's a lost cause.

Which hasn't stopped Hermann before. ]

Edited 2016-06-12 21:40 (UTC)

No way! [Yep, totally tearing into that box right here, right now, the outer cardboard clattering to the floor as he gets to the silver package inside, which he then promptly will be opening]

I haven't had these since the November before Haven! Screw restraint--that's for people that have access to it all the time.

[ Now he's making a mess. Hermann's eyes pop and he debated between going for the box and for the package. The latter wins out, and he steps forward, reaching. ]

Newton, you can only have one, maybe a few. You haven't had access to it, that's the point, you're the biologist, you know --

You're going to get sick!

[Newt is definitely going to dance out of the way of that grab, already shoving a couple sticks of pocky in his mouth] Worth it! [muffled around bits of pocky l o l]

No, because I'll have to clean it and you up!

[ Do not make him lunge in this store, Newton.

Ah, too late. There he goes. Newton ought to be grateful he's just going for the package, and not actually trying to reach into his mouth as an outraged response flagrant disobedience. ]

Hey! [squawked, as Hermann's fingers catch on the little silver bag--and Newt's shoving about five more sticks in his mouth at once before Hermann can take it away L O L]

[ By his estimate, Newton has approximately seven sticks of pocky in his mouth. Not only doe he look like an ugly hamster, but --

-- this is going to be a disaster.

What Hermann should know to do after five -- six -- arguably thirteen -- years, much like one does not chase a dog if one wants it to come as it will assume it's a game and run, is to stop. Neither will give, if Hermann keeps trying Newton will only put more in his mouth, making more of a mess later.

Too bad his predictive logic, even common sense, gets neatly trampled in Newton's presence. Fried by the rage overheating his skull, probably.

Hermann scowls, clutching the packet in his fist. Only his preservation instinct toward food keeps him from crushing it. Instead, he shoves it in his pocket and keeps advancing.

Yeah, there's a good chance he's going to try to make him -- ]

Spit it out!

[Newt acts totally and completely as predicted and dances back, shaking his head vigorously in the negative, trying to dodge Hermann's hands as he chews.] Nuh-uh! [one of the few benefits of Haven: He's gotten a lot better at dodging. This includes Hermann's grasp]

Newton!

[ Here: another lunge. A bigger one, too. If he doesn't get hold of Newton, he's likely falling. ]

[Luckily for Hermann, he does get a hand on Newt this time so at least that'll keep him from falling??? Newt's flailing a little bit, though, before turning his head away from Hermann as much as possible so he can deliberately swallow. So there.]

[ Given all the momentum, he gets a hard grip on Newton's arm, his body weight behind it. Not that his weight's so substantial these days. Newton turns his face and Hermann, of course, is literally reaching to tr to grab his jaw and yank it back toward him. ]

[alskdhfosihfds okay yep that sure is his jaw being grabbed and yanked back around towards Hermann, which, if it weren't so annoying, might be kinda hot. But!! By now, he's swallows what was in his mouth, so he's just going to stick his tongue out at him, opening his mouth at the same time to show he already swallowed it with something like a triumphant expression]

Bleeeeeh!

Damn it, Newton, you--

[ Cutting himself off with a snarl of frustration, he releases Newton's jaw and arm, so abruptly it's almost as if he's pushing him away as Hermann then pivots, hard. He wobbles from the vehemence of it, then makes the few steps back to his cane, crouching to snatch it up.

He growls at the floor. ]

Don't look to me when you get sick! I'm not helping!

[Like a mature adult, he's going to scowl at Hermann's back before sticking his tongue out at him] Fine, I won't! I didn't ask for it, anyway! [newt are you five]

[ His back may be to Newton, but it's as though he can sense that he's sticking out his tongue. Which simply means -- ]

Right, go ahead, poison yourself, I'm waiting outside!

[ And blindly grabbing a few more items to shove into the canvas bag, he starts for the door. ]

Edited 2016-07-02 08:28 (UTC)

Fine! I'm gonna grab some more things before we go!

[and yep, shouldering his backpack to do just that]

[ A severe look over his shoulder. ]

No more pocky!

It's all gonna be pocky! [just to be contrary. he'll do it, though]

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