Intro Log: Death Comes

[hadrielmods]

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for July.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: July 10th-15th
Warnings: Deathclaws. That's all you really need to know.

As usual, the new arrivals in Hadriel will be waking up on the dirt ground of the colosseum, and as usual, they won't be waking up alone. This month brings coat hangers of all shapes and, uh, sizes strewn about the colloseum floor around all of the new arrivals.

Get up, get out, meet and greet, find some new exciting interior decorating options, but don't forget about the more prominent threat: the (newly) local deathclaws roaming about in the inner halls of the arena. These deathclaws are vicious bipedal creatures with long arms ending in curved talons, horns ripe for goring and, of course, teeth as long as fingers. These animals have been engineered to be as deadly as they can possibly be, so you might want to buddy up before taking one on.

Have you escaped from the deathclaws? Made a few friends? Not died horribly? 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 July 10th-15th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

Comments

[somuchlove]

[Chara tips their head to the side for a moment before letting out another laugh. Really? He didn't guess? But...]

Perhaps. But don't you hate promises?

[Don't put off the inevitable Sans. Him, out of everyone, knew how much energy was wasted by doing that.]

[skelebro]

I didn't hear the word "promise" anywhere in that sentence. Did you?

[His grin's still jovial. The words are anything but.]

[somuchlove]

[* You feel your sins being crammed down your throat. They taste like magic and hate.]

Very well. Unless it happens, whatever our 'score' is will remain.

[Chara's words sound a bit stiff, but they aren't annoyed. It may happen in the future. It may happen with someone other than Sans. He said the others could come in. Boss fights that are pick and choose could be fun too.]

Is there anything else you wish to ask me?

[skelebro]

I could ask you a lotta questions.

[He turns away, hands wedged in his pockets. Oh look, there's a handful of new monsters slinking inside. Bipedal, scaly, claws hooked and aquiline. That's interesting. He doesn't care.

He watches a few of them meander. They'll probably notice the two of them at any moment.

He turns to face the kid, and winks.]

But I won't.

[somuchlove]

That's fine. It's freeing without scripted words, isn't it?

[No longer required to make a long speech before a fight. But Sans has lost their attention for now, focused on the new monsters. Up close they are very different from the monsters that Chara knew. These ones looked like they could actually kill someone.

* Deathclaws slink closer! Soon, anyway. Chara's grip on their weapon doubles just in case.]

[skelebro]

Different universe.

[He shrugs.]

Different rules.

[Good luck getting EXP from those things. They might not even have real mass. Who knows? It's hard to tell with this place.]

I'll leave you to it.

[somuchlove]

[Only one way to find out, right?]

No action from you? Lazybones.

[It's strange, but it sound like they're just ribbing him. Chara begins to observe the creatures so more before slowly moving forward. Be proud. Thanks to Sans, they know charging forward over and over got them nowhere.]

[skelebro]

[When he takes action, they'll know it. Sans doesn't bother with the lot of them. He strides away, hands still crammed in pockets. Making his way downtown, walking fast, seeing some scaly beast-type sorts that look at him like his marrow is downright delicious, walking faster.]

Well, you know. I'm not a monster of action.

[They'd know, wouldn't they? A hooded figure watches from afar. Etcetera.]

[somuchlove]

[They know. It tickles them pink, everything that resulted because of Sans' lack of action but bringing it up now would be nothing short of beating a dead horse. Even someone like Chara needed to...recycle their material. Monotony would kill them faster.

But meanwhile the Deathclaws are sniffing around. Dust is a scent, isn't it? Gets up your nose and makes you sneeze. Stays there for days. Chara knows that. And those creatures can smell it, can probably hear them talking. A walking dog toy and a child with a knife.

Chara raises their knife. They were probably coming any minute now.]

[skelebro]

[A twitch of his fingerbones, and he could turn them blue, send them flying into the jaws of danger. Put a premature end to whatever havoc they might cause.

That's until Hope brings them back, that is. Or would Rage be more appropriate for something like them? Someone...something. Ah. Getting caught up in semantics again, isn't he?

Silly him.]

See ya around, kid.

[Should Chara look his way again, they'll find him gone.]

[somuchlove]

[Figures. It was that inaction that doomed him from the get go. Sure, one couldn't blame him for anything that happened in the Ruins. But once Chara started killing monsters outside then it's something harder to put off. And then Papyrus.

Did he hold onto the hope that Chara would stop there? Or perhaps it was a different sort of void altogether that had swallowed Sans.

But now wasn't the time to get philosophical. Facing Chara was, luckily, one Deathclaw. The child drew their knife. Even if they had to run after awhile because the monster provided to be much stronger than they thought, they were still laughing.

This was so much fun!]