hadriel_logs | Intro Log: Death Comes

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Intro Log: Death Comes

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.
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[Jo inhales sharply as the knife drags across her skin. She can tell Dean is trying to be gentle, she thinks, but it's been literally years since she felt pain. It's almost like relearning the sensation.

When the cut is done she resists pulling back, waiting for Dean to be content with the results. She's not a demon. Hell, she's not even a ghost any more.

She's just a resurrected woman, in a world she doesn't know.]

[ Dean is satisfied within seconds - though his expression doesn't give much by way of intense worry, something he can't quite define. He still looks moments away from crumpling, as if this is just on the edge of too much, like he's waiting for the other shoe to drop, fall from the sky and shatter the moment into pieces. It was hard enough to stand watching her come back in front of Osiris, but this breaks his heart. She should be in Heaven, she should have that peace.

Not this.

But she's not a demon.

He's just not sure he can truly comprehend what she is, a thing that scares him the most. Though the easy answer is one that sits on the tip of his tongue, and he still wants to go to the holy water, as if it'll provide answers he can't come up with on his own. ]

Puts you in the clear.

[She pulls her hand back as he says she's in the clear, letting out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.]

Told you. [She cradles her hand against her stomach, hoping the bleeding stops soon. The last thing she wants to do is end up with blood on her clothes, here, where she isn't sure there's even soap or bleach to try to get it out with.]

You don't look very satisfied though.

[ The question is, if Dean ever looks satisfied anymore. If the world ever really offers him things he can take with easy strides, but no- that's not the point. That's not something he wants to level anyone with right now, let alone Jo who's just shown up and doesn't deserve this in any way. Who shouldn't be here, walking this place in whatever form she's come in, and yet here she is, standing in front of him, bleeding and no demon to speak of. ]

Hold on, let me get you a towel or- i'll find something.

[ He gives his head a shake, as if it might come close to clearing it, and he moves not only to navigate around her question but to do as he just said. It's in the kitchen that he grabs a towel and brings it back, offering it to her to wrap around her hand to keep blood from spilling anywhere important. It's not like they've all got clothes to go around here, and getting dirty means staying that way. Except- doesn't it always? ]

Thanks. [She wraps her hand with a little bit of fumbling, using her teeth to tie it off. It's sloppy but it will work.

Jo looks up at Dean, watching him for a moment before sighing quietly.]

So what's the deal?

[ Dean stills at the question apart from brushing his hands off, before his eyebrows raise, as if he's just been asked the strangest question in the universe. He's not sure how to approach what hasn't been fully defined because 'what's the deal' could mean so many things that he doesn't know where to begin.

So he tries for the first thing that comes to mind. ]

With here, you mean?

I figured we'd catch up on everything else later. [She smiles for just a second before going serious again. She can tell, Dean is older. There's things she's missed.

She looks over her shoulder and sits down on the couch, watching him expectantly.]

Yeah, here.

What do you wanna know?

[ Because there's a whole hell of a lot he can answer about that, and a good portion of it he doesn't really have answers to. They're here - he doesn't know why, he doesn't get it, can't give the answers he wishes he knew. But he can try his best, and... feel guilty that he doesn't have more. ]

How do we get out of here? Who's in charge? How do they decide who comes? [She pauses for a moment to take a breath and then shrugs.]

I guess that's enough for now.

[ For a moment, Dean sort of scrubs at his face, expression pinched while he tries to figure out what the hell he even has to offer. Suddenly all he can remember is wanting to tell Sam off for not knowing more and now he's in the same position, is sitting in the exact same spot. And not because he wants to be, or even wants to be here, but because there hasn't been time to gather the answers they need in the way Dean wants. ]

I know one thing- the Gods sure as hell aren't bringing us here.

The Gods? [Great, more gods. She's on edge again.]

Who is if they aren't?

Hell if I know. And if they do, they aren't letting on.

Oh. [That doesn't help.

She sighs quietly and shakes her head. This is all ridiculous.]

What else do I need to know?

That there's no getting out? There's no going, there's no driving, no-- [ He waves a hand and then drags it down across his face, frustrated. ]

We're stuck. And this place turns to Hell in a handbasket sometimes.

[Oh. No way out at all. She's trapped again, and this isn't Heaven.]

What happens?

Oh, you know. The regular bullshit. Not as bad as home, but you already met the monsters.

There are more of 'em?

More than a few. And i'm not talking Casper's gotten a little pissed off kind of monsters, more like old school 'flicks on steroids. Wouldn't be surprised if The Thing showed up.

And I don't have a gun. Great. [She already misses having one.]

[ He cringes a bit, apologetically. Even so, he does have an ounce of good news. ]

You're in luck- there's an armory. Don't think the place has been completely raided yet, though just means you get to lug a sword around, if you want one. [ Have a grin. ] Means you get to play Joan of Arc.