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!

► This log covers June 10th-15th.
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Victor tends to fill the air a lot, not often with important nonsense. But the kid makes sense. "That's true, you also got factories, mills and all sort of things. Still city life is still the best, even if you have to compete with thugs and mafioso."

Not everyone competes with thugs and mafioso. But when you're part of what will one day be the FBI during prohibition era United States, sometimes you run into these things. At least his ranting has slowed down for a brief moment. "You have to fend for yourself a lot back home or something kid?"

"You have bullies everywhere, though."

He doesn't feel like that really changes between places - after all some thugs will come form quite a distance away to bully you.

"I took care of myself back home, because I had no parents and my sisters are pretty and a bit scary but they have their own problems and my little sis is not very strong yet. But then I found family in other places and they are strong and nice and make sure that I'm safe." To a degree including food and a place to stay, but that isn't where his emphasis is now. It is 'I have family who will come after you and kick your ass if you ever think of troubling me so even though I don't look like much of a threat I have a threatening back-up'.

He doesn't know if any of them are here, though. At least he has seen neither his big bro nor his mother or father, or even one of the more distant relatives yet, so going by his experiences, that means a high chance of all or most of them not being here.

But he definitely won't mention that to a stranger.

"Well, kid, just stay in the lines and do what's right and you'll be fine. I'm sure. And if your family is here you'll find them. If I see someone looking for a resilient little kid, I'll send them your way. Got it?" Okay, so he's playing nice to the kid for now. He's got a lot on his mind but it's not the kid's fault. They're in the same boat.

"Got any enemies I should keep an eye out for particular? Or just beat on some bullies?"

"Not that I know of yet."

He'll find out soon enough if there are, he figures, but... well, their number isn't big anyway, and all things considered he'll hope that they don't remember him and won't have a reason to have an issue with him here. Because then they can maybe become friends eventually.

"If you find people who are looking for me and seem nice," because that is the best way to describe all members of his family, clearly, "you can tell them that Muscovy is looking for them, yes?

...What is your name?"

"I'll be sure to do that. And you can call me Victor Talbot..." He almost chokes after he says those words. He didn't mean to say his real name. He meant to give this kid another.

He watches the kid a moment before shaking his head. Na, it can't be. Huey's probably spying on him or something. That's got to be it.

Muscovy is completely oblivious to why Victor is suddenly choking - even if he knew about the rule of the real name among his big bro's kind of immortals, he wouldn't see why it would be an issue. After all lying is very, very bad, and will get you in trouble, and aside from lies of omission should never be done, because bad things will happen.

So he figures that Victor is having actual breathing trouble here and, not being tall enough to give him a few hard pats between the shoulderblades, quickly loosens his quiver and steps around Victor to use it as an elongation of his arm to achieve exactly that. THe pats might be a bit harder and less well coordinated, but if it makes Victor stop choking, that's worth it, right?

"Hey! Hey! I'm fine! Stop battering me kid." It takes Victor a moment to realize what the kid was doing and he just gives a sigh. Can't be mad at him for trying, right? "Thanks, I'm okay now."

Well, that's awkward. There's way too many unanswered questions here and not enough time to deal with them all in one day. Instead he's going to distract Muscovy, or so he hopes, with more questions. "Do you think you can find a safe place to go or do you need help getting set up?"

"Good," Muscovy replies cheerily and lowers his quiver before quickly making sure that he didn't damage it and then reattaching it to where it was hung.

"I will find a place." He needs to see if Rey is here first, but if that fails, he'll find Firo again. Family should stay together and all.

"Good. If you get into any real trouble, just look for the guy with the badge, okay?" And with that Victor flashes Muscovy his Division of Investigation badge. A precursor to the FBI. He tucks the badge away before nodding off.

"I'm sure we'll meet again."

"I will look for you."

Not only when he's in trouble. Probably a lot more often, because this guy is fun.

But for now he'll go off to find his family, and with a wave, he turns to walk away.

"Until we meet again!"

Victor just waves, unsure of what this place has in store for them but wondering just how long he'd have here anyways. He really, really needs to get home.

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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