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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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Very convincing. Not as cool as embezzling ten million in under a minute, anyway.

[She gives her bad arm a gentle shift to see how it's holding up, only grimacing a little bit.]

I think he's like a bandit leader now? Way cooler, anyway.

Uh...[Newt's unsure exactly how he feels about embezzling but...he doesn't know the guy so he's not going to worry about it too much? But apparently he's now a bandit leader. Okay]

That sounds like a massive career change, if you ask me. [idly, starting to zip up his backpack]

He made it work, by the sounds of it. He had to, bandits aren't exactly the friendliest of people. Unless you really like face pizza and explosions.

[She's just having fun teasing Newt with out-of-context information.]

[....wtf. Newt pauses in the middle of zipping up his backpack to stare at her] Face pizza? Please tell me that's just a pizza with like...I dunno, a smiley face on it in pepperoni.

Oh my god, that sounds so cute. [With an excited little smile. Hey, pizza is a hell of a luxury for her.]

But no. They just... wear faces that they've skinned off'f people. Like a second mask.

[....what]

....wow. And I thought I'd seen some fucked up shit.

Like I said. Pandora; where Hell itself is a hot vacation destination. Tell your friends. But yeah, whatever you grew up with, or- went through to get that- [She draws a line across her face with her finger.] I got you beat.

[Oh Sasha. He was really starting to like you. At the mention of his face, the indication of his scar, he jerks back, eyes narrowing, a scowl twisting his mouth--I got you beat--and he finishes zipping his backpack up with a hard jerk before standing up straight, glaring.]

Really? I didn't realize this was a fucking contest to see whose life was shittier! [it's a snarl] But hey, great, when some psycho straps you down, hacks off your lower jaw with a surgical saw, then pushes his fingers into the gaping wound that is your face and draws patterns on the floor with your blood while you bleed out, and THEN brings you back to life and forces you to painfully grow your jaw back layer by layer over the course of a week, you can talk to me! [snapped, furious, before slinging his backpack onto his back and moving to storm out of the store]

Edited (what is spelling jfc) 2016-07-01 11:50 (UTC)

[His sudden viciousness and outburst come as a bit of a shock, but when she actually hears what he has to say, she's scowling back.]

Are you freaking kidding me?!

[She storms in front of him, relying on him being so angry that he won't notice her drawing her pistol behind her back and keeping it hidden there.]

Do you honestly think you're the only person in the universe who's been fucked up? Yeah, that sucks, and I'm sorry, but hey - at the end of the day, guess what? You're alive, and that's a hell of a lot more than most people can say. Do you know how many people I've seen get disemboweled by Psychos three feet in front of me? Or, or shot in the face by fricking bandit leaders? My friend had to rip his own eyes out of its socket! And I've been shot, stabbed right through the arm, and caught in a giant Vault monster explosion that broke like, EVERY bone in my body.

[She's been slowly stepping in to menace him as she's yelling at him, but at this point she realises, and takes a step back to turn away slightly, still glaring.]

But whatever, right? You win the fucking shittiest life contest. Good for you.

[Newt jerks to a stop, still scowling fiercely and yes, fortunately, he is that mad that he has no idea she's drawn a gun. He's not good at noticing that stuff.]

Yeah, well, you know what, maybe I didn't want to win! Maybe I didn't want it to be a contest at all! [he spreads his arms wide, then] Maybe I just wanted some commiseration! You know, where one person says hey, I've been through some shitty stuff, let me talk about it, and then the other person says, "yeah, man, that totally sucks, I've seen some shit also, let me talk about it" and you talk about shit and maybe drink some alcohol if you can find it!

I sure wasn't asking for--[and now he adopts a mimicking kinda voice because he is actually five years old]--"oh, you think your life is bad? Well let me diminish the shit you've dealt with by telling you that mine is much worse, like you should feel relieved for the crap you've been put through!"

[Fucking wow Newt. She only scoffs out loud, but she's inwardly livid.]

What do you think I was trying to do before? You're the one who flew off the handle and went straight for the kill! If it's "commiseration" you're after, maybe don't look like you wanna give me a set of scars to match yours whenever someone mentions them! Newsflash, Poindexter, sometimes life is just. Shit. So either suck it up, take it like a Hunter and get the hell over your inflated little ego, or stay the hell away from me, you whiney little liability!

Yeah? Well, I could say the same to you, "I've got you beat!" [and yeah, he totally adopted that mimicking voice again--and totally moving to storm past her] Whatever, I don't have time for this.

[That earns him another filthy glare. And if he's not above being a little shithead, then Sasha's not above sticking her foot out before he can avoid it to trip him up.]

[Look. Newt has gotten really good at dodging stuff in general. That's just kinda what happens in Haven. However, when Sasha's foot shoots out suddenly, though he jolts in surprise, he isn't really able to avoid it. He goes down with a yelp, managing to do something of a barrel roll, leaving him landing on his back a couple feet away.

At which point he's going to push himself up, wincing, into a sitting position.]

Seriously?! [squawked, and he's reaching out for the nearest can on the shelf next to him, which happens to beeeeee....tomato sauce. Which he chucks at her. With not much accuracy] Screw you!

[Hah, dude, she barely even has to lean to avoid it. And when she swings back into position, her arm is rising and that's a gun pointing at Newt's face.]

I could say the same thing.

[ Having left Newton to one aisle, Hermann's on the other side of the store when he hears it. Ah, the unmistakable screechy pitch of Newton raising his voice in ire. Hermann stares, disbelieving, as he may be Newton, but it's the (possible) first day.

By the time the second voice retorts, he's hurrying across, his cane sliding. Hermann skids into the aisle just as a can of tomatoes flies neatly past a woman's head... and slams right into his chest. It knocks him back a step, his hand coming up with a grunt, but he hasn't got time to yell about it, because the woman's got a gun on Newton.

Hermann launches himself forward, flailing. ]

Figs, Newton for land sakes, wait --

[ Sliding himself between the gun and Newton and kicking back at him on the floor. ]

He's an idiot! This is completely unnecessary, please put that away, please put that thing away, is this really what you want to be doing right now?! Newton, [ hissing over his shoulder, down, ] what the bloody hell is wrong with you I'll kill you myself.

Edited (JK NEWTON'S ON THE FLOOR sorry work tag woes) 2016-07-05 14:02 (UTC)

[Holy shit that's a gun--and Newt's eyes go as round as saucers behind his glasses--except then Hermann's stepping between him and that gun and oh god if he wasn't scared before he definitely is now. And Newt's scrambling to his feet, breath hitching in his chest, markedly more pale than before]

Get out of the way, Hermann. [retorted through clenched teeth, reaching out to grab a handful of the back of Hermann's blazer, eyes narrowed and trained completely on Sasha, ready to yank Hermann out of the way should this psycho decide to pull the trigger.]

[Oh great, there's more of them. The gun stays raised as she evaluates the rambling newcomer. If Newt was a Vaughn rip-off, then this guy looks like a Hyperion accountant knock-off. Harmless, especially with that limp. Her eye roll is intense enough to make her shoulders sway as she puts her gun back away.]

I suppose this idiot's yours, then. You oughta get a muzzle for him or something. I saw some leather straps around here earlier if you need a hand?

[ The tense moment of her evaluation, when she keeps the gun up, threatens to deafen him with the drumming of his heart in his ears. He won't let Newton yank him anywhere -- not when last time Newton had gotten himself shot.

Hermann sags visibly when she stores the gun, leading hard on his cane. He's so relieved, he agrees to the suggestion of possession, wearily. ]

Yes, unfortunately.

[ As for the muzzle -- he glares back at Newton. ]

I am seriously considering your thoughtful recommendation. [ You gun-toting maniac. Only look at that, he kept it to himself! ] I've been tempted before.

[It's gone. The gun is gone. It's put away, wherever it is she stowed it, and Newt doesn't care where. But clearly she has no trouble drawing it out, and his hand shakes where it's still clenched in Hermann's blazer.]

Ha ha. Very funny. [it's out dryly and with a mild hint of sarcasm. He wants to get Hermann away from this psycho as soon as possible] Save it for the bedroom, sweetie. [He may be talking to Hermann, but he hasn't taken his eyes off Sasha, watching her like she's some wild animal who might go after them at any moment]

Speaking of, hey, I've got a backpack full of food to take home, so let's do that! [and he's already starting to take steps back towards the door, unwittingly tugging Hermann back a little with him. His pulse is thundering in his ears, tense, on guard.]

[The "sweetie" comment only gets an eyebrow because Tall Pale and Ugly does not look the type to be at all sexual. But whatever.]

You do that. Have fun, boys.

[And, clutching her broken arm again, she takes that as her cue to leave.]

[ Tall Pale and Ugly WOW just because it's true...

Even in this situation, he snaps at Newton, as much a reflex as breathing. ]

Don't call me that, I've asked you to refrain from those asinine, inappropriate diminutives many times --

[ OR TALK ABOUT THE BEDROOM BY JOVE NEWTON. So caught up in that, he's also not noticing that Newton's pulling him back. Not so with her departure. He glances at her. ]

Ye-es, likewise? Cheers.

[ As an awkward last fumbling attempt at a good note to end on. ]

Edited 2016-07-05 15:01 (UTC)

[If there hadn't been a gun or any sort of threatening other than verbal involved, it's likely Newt would've snapped something at her back. As is, he's currently just 100% focused on getting them out of there and as far away from Sasha as possible. So he is giving zero shits right now to anything Hermann snaps at him. Still shuffling backwards, hand tight in Hermann's blazer. And as soon as Sasha's turned the corner of an aisle or something, he'll be moving to hook an arm in Hermann's and drag him bodily out of the shop if he can.]

[ Rather than a 'good' note, it may be more accurate to say, a less horrible one.

In any case, he does not resist Newton's force, though it's unnecessary by the time he's linking their arms. Hermann had no intention to stay, so it's less a dragging. Once they're outside, he yanks his arm back, rounding on Newton. ]

What were you doing chucking cans within minutes of meeting someone?!

[He's still tense, on edge, and it has him snarling back] It wasn't within minutes! I met her earlier, right after I got out of that colosseum!

[he's breathing hard, like he's winded]

I didn't exactly expect her to suddenly pull a gun on me!

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Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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Does Newt need a hug

he's just got a couple Issues and is Bad with People

Newt plz

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