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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It was worth a shot.

Firo doesn't have much of an argument for Victor's point about laws, so he settles for addressing the thing that's really rankling him. "I told you, it wasn't my idea."

But back to business. He folds his arms, sizing Victor up. "Well, it depends on what you wanna start with. I've got an idea, though--how about we go to the caves and I show you how we feed the monsters, eh? You were wonderin' about the spider earlier, right? We've got a lot better than that here."

Look, Firo's a nice guy! He could've just not warned Victor about the monsters.

"How about we just tie you to a rope and send you in and then I'll fish out whatever might be in there." Victor's not taking that jab this time. Not that he takes any jab gracefully.

"So there are lots of nasty things here? Okay then, any chance of finding a way out or are we trapped in someone's little game here?" He's still going to assume Huey until proven otherwise. It's not like this would be the first time an immortal spun a complex plot that ensnared others.

He stares back flatly. Predictably, Firo is not amused by having that turned on him.

"We've already looked all over the caves." As much as they can with maps not exactly working their best there. "You could talk to the 'gods,' but you can't believe everything people like that say."

It's in their best interest to lie, like many people in official authority. Firo doesn't know what those interests are, but he knows that they're likely different from or at odds with his own.

"Who knows, people who use power for themselves and not for the innocent citizens around them just think of new ways to use people. That includes lying." Victor leaves that be as that's far too close to the truth, even for him.

"So we're all trapped in someone's big experiment. Sort of like Huey but less of a punchable face for me to find?" So many plots, so little time to chase them all. The story of Victor Talbot.

Who the hell does he think he’s talking about, huh? The way it’s worded makes him sure that it’s yet another piece of one of Victor’s rants about the mob, not just those with power in an official capacity. Firo continues to glare at Victor and decides he won’t give him the satisfaction by actually asking that question out loud.

“I don’t know if it’s an experiment, but if you’re really stuck on that…” He shrugs. There’s no arguing with this guy. “Go knock yourself out. If you wanna play detective here, go ahead.”

"Of course I'm not going to just sit down and take this. Who the hell do you think I am? That doesn't mean you're off the hook. I might be asking you to work with me here but I'm also keeping half an eye on you. The fact that there's two of us here is a problem. It seems every time several of us end up in one place it's because some asshole wants to see what we'll do." Yeah, Victor's convinced of his own self worth and also hates coincidence. Too many deep plots have ruined him.

“Work with you? You owe me, and don’t you forget it.”

It’d be nice to just tell him to go get fucked, but Firo’s still wary of what could come down on Ennis or his other friends.

“Look, is that all you want?” It takes Firo a moment to realize it, but he’s not cuffed or anything—he can just go now if he wants.

"Yeah, that's all I need for now. You're probably better off since you've been here longer than I have, but just watch your back. And no more stealing fucking eyes." Yeah, Victor isn't going to get over that Firo. Not now. Not ever.

Again? Come on. At this point, it’s probably useless to point out once more that it wasn’t his idea. Firo settles for glaring at Victor and turning on his heel.

If this was modern day Victor would give him the 'if someone told you to jump off a bridge' analogy but it's not and also that takes a totally different meaning for them.

Of course Elmer would.

So instead, Victor turns as well and heads out to go make his way in this strange place he's found himself in. Don't worry Firo, he's going to track you to your home sometime in the near future and possibly, creepily, move in nearby to keep an eye on things.

Intro Log: Eight Legs No Heart

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