Intro Log: Death Comes

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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

[prespangled]

[Steve's dreamed of pretty redheads before - he's not so different from other guys, isn't that what he was always trying to get Bucky to understand? But this isn't like this. He didn't dream about her like that, but he thinks he did dream about her. He's just kind of standing there, staring at her with his shield lowered, until he's struck by the sudden impulse to run and turns his head to see why.

He's not going without her though. Steve stretches his empty hand out to her, running in her direction even if he knows he can't reach her before the thing could.]

Miss, over here!

[lineare]

[ She knows him.

She's seen him before, in her dream -- he'd taken her hand and brought her to safety even if he was the one who needed protecting (and she knows, too, that he hates hearing that, that he'd do his best to help everyone who needs it). And here he is too, running towards her with a shield in his hand, the thing coming up swiftly behind him.

No, he won't make it and she knows it to her bones, and it's instinct, powerful and complete, that compels her to move forward, the sheer strength of her will that makes her raise her hands, throwing up a barrier between the man and the monster. The deathclaw slams into it with an inhuman shriek, denied of its prize. She keeps it pinned down with effort, and it fights her every step of the way, writhing underneath an invisible force. ]

Are you okay? Did it hurt you?

[prespangled]

I'm fine.

[But he feels the burning sensation on his back, the stickiness and warmth of blood. Just a scratch, he thinks. Steve doesn't need to look back to know about the barrier that's keeping the thing from finishing the job. He doesn't need to ask if she's the one doing it.]

They're all concentrated in the colosseum. We should get out of here.

[lineare]

You're not. [ She hears that thought loud and clear as she grabs a hold of his hand. He's right, they have to get out of here, and Jean briefly closes her eyes as the deathclaw shrieks and crumples in on itself, its feral mind bearing the brunt of a psionic blow. ]

Come on, let's go. [ She lets him lead the way, keeping a sharp eye out for anything that's coming after them. ] Let me look at it later.

[prespangled]

[He wants her to break free if her life is in danger, to leave him if he falls behind. But Steve already knows that that won't happen. Her taking his hand means something, and he squeezes back.

He won't endanger her life. He won't fall behind. Steve puts his all into getting her out of there.]

Later.

[He agrees, pointing out one of the exits. Go through it, go through it, go through it. Steve chants it in his mind, shield raised in his other hand like he's prepared to barrel through whatever gets between them and it.]