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hadriel_logs2016-07-10 10:50 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- ai ebihara,
- amos kamiya,
- ashley,
- bianca,
- chara,
- chris,
- damianos of akielos,
- dean winchester,
- elmer c. albatross,
- franklin delano donut,
- gansey,
- goku son,
- gren,
- hannah washington,
- henry cheng,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jack benjamin,
- jo harvelle,
- krieg,
- maketh tua,
- miriam day,
- muscovy,
- noah czerny,
- sans,
- souji seta,
- steve rogers,
- tazendra,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- vida veisi,
- vision,
- wanda maximoff
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.
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!
Jo Harvelle | OTA
She sits up and almost immediately recoils at the dismembered body parts scattered around her, even if they seemed fake. What kind of twisted joke was this?]
Hello?
[She stands quickly, reeling for a moment as she tries to get her bearings. This was definitely not Heaven.]
Hey! Come on, this isn't fair.
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strolls in late af.
no starbucks?? rude
we can't always get what we want! in this case, overpriced fancy coffee.
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vida veisi | ota
Her foot kicks something across the dirt and she starts, snapping her head down to see what it was. Instead of a clue as to where she is... it's a strange object in the shape of a giant, curled human finger, with some kind of base. It's unlike anything she's ever seen, which doesn't help tell her what's going on other than possibly confirm her suspicions she's in one of the strange worlds she's read about. Which one, and why? Would the Tetherer be able to find her here? How could she contact them?
This is possibly one of the most distressing situations she's ever been in and is obviously the perfect time for her to realize there are inhuman noises in the distance. Growls that sound like they're coming from great beasts she's never encountered. She is not equipped for this.
Well, she can't just freeze in place, and her parasite is wriggling beneath its covers agitatedly as if it can feel her fear. She starts to creep toward what she thinks might be an exit, though it's hard to see from this distance... She goes ahead and grabs a nearby plastic baby leg from the ground while she's at it. You know. For defense.]
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Chara | Open
They stood and dusted themselves off - for what it was worth - before doing a quick check. Knife in hand. Yes. Locket. Yes. Otherwise an empty inventory. Sans took care of that. A Colosseum? Interesting. A new game then.]
I see.
[Char began to look for an exit or someone to speak to. If this truly was a new game then the rules needed to be established first.]
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Victor Frankenstein | ota!
[ Victor stands out: his attire is exceedingly 1890s and perfect for a funeral. Well. This is strange. Out of all the bizarre things he encountered in his world, Victor couldn't think of anything that could bring him to a world like this...because this was obviously not London. The lack of a sky told him that much.
So there's all sorts of random questions running around Victor's mind. Don't freak out, take things calmly, do it one step at a time. The first thing? Figuring out what these sorts of chopped off fake baby feet are. Picking up one of the baby feet coat hangers, Victor frowned, looking at it with a frown. ]
How macabre. [ He looks over the foot coat hanger for a moment...and then just pockets it. Walking up to some other person there, Victor nods and then calmly asks ] Do you have any idea why we arrived with fake children's limbs?
option b: deathclaws
[ Nope nope nope nope NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE.
Thankfully, Victor's managed to avoid most of the deathclaws and is sticking to the outskirts of their area. He's scavenged up some relatively clean fabric as well as a bottle of water. Unfortunately, he hasn't found where the clinic is yet. Fortunately, he's doing his best to provide minor first aid. Anybody who looks like they have any scrapes or injuries of any kind is met with Victor walking up to them, a model of efficiency. ]
Show me where you're wounded—I don't know what those things are but it's obvious from their talons and teeth that you wouldn't want to cross them.
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Kougaiji | OTA
[ Kougaiji isn't freaked out so much as he's... pissed off. But what else is new.
His hand settles on something as he's trying to pick himself up, and he immediately draws it back when he sees that it's a dismembered hand. ... Though, upon closer examination, it's also attached to a board. And it isn't real. And there are others like it, strewn around, including some more... questionable ones. What the fuck.
He finally stands, kicks the hand-on-the-board across the dirt as he begins walking. He's not going to get any answers lying around, and his first order of business is to find someone who can explain to him what the hell this is, and why he's here.
And so help him, if he finds out his friends are in danger, he is so ready for a fight... ]
► 2. dear god what is that thing? (deathclaws)
[ Kougaiji has never seen anything like these creatures, but he isn't afraid. He's sure he's handled worse. Still, they're tough, and he knows better than to go picking fights when he's still unsure of his surroundings. So, for now, he'll play dodge-em.
Maybe this is how you find him - you're about to round a corner, and he puts out an arm, silently trying to stop you while jerking his head toward the thing, just within sight but, thankfully, not taking notice of you or him. Yet. But don't get it wrong! He's not here to save your damn life! He just doesn't particularly want to witness some stupid, unnecessary death because you happened to not be paying attention.
Tch.Or, maybe you run into him once he has been spotted... There's one rushing him now, but he doesn't panic. He has claws too, obviously, but they're not as long as those claws, and he's not going to hedge his bets on claw vs. claw just yet. Instead, he readies a powerful fire spell, hoping to sear through that thick skin and provide some sort of opening for him - or whoever else is nearby - to take advantage of. At the very least, while it's reeling from the impact, he has the chance to get out of its line of sight, and he can ready another spell.
Hopefully this won't be a long fight. He has better shit to do. He still wants answers, damn it. ]
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2; I'M COMIN' FOR DAT ASS
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hannah washington | ota
She doesn't have time to reflect on the unfairness of it all before she realizes she's already hit the ground.
Hannah Washington doesn't move for a long time, reeling from what had just happened and confused as to how she'd made impact without feeling it. She doesn't feel much pain at all, she notices, as she slowly shifts. The heavy, pink jacket that Beth had wrapped around her is still there, still on. Still keeping her warm. ]
--Beth? Beth! [ Her eyes shoot open at a sharper remembrance of what had happened and she begins to move, to pull herself to a sitting position. There's no answer from her twin, but there are... sounds. Distant voices, some chatter, and... growls. Strange, animalistic shouts. The animal from the woods is still here and she's in the caves, of course.
Hannah scrambles to her feet, eyes wide, checking the glasses on her face. Still unbroken, good. Her breaths come slowly, as she tries to keep them under control, but her heart is pounding. Whatever that thing was, it'd been followed by... that stranger. The man with the flamethrower. If the bear, or whatever it was, was still out there, then so was he, probably. ]
Hello? [ She calls shakily, hoping desperately for her sister's reply (who else would be in this cave?). When there isn't one, she begins trying to find her way out, noting the strange structure of wherever she'd fallen, how it looked almost man-made. Hannah frowns, confused, but knows she can't afford to think about it now if she and Beth are in danger. I have to find her. We have to get back to the lodge.
She doesn't notice at all the stranger hangars on the ground. ]
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outside the colosseum okok
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UD House | lmk if anything needs changed!
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Corbin Blair | OTA
What? Th' hell am I?
[He still has a hand to his stomach, he's not willing to trust that he's not bleeding still, after all his hand still has blood on it, and his shirt too, even if he doesn't hurt anymore. But he can move, he can walk, so whatever the hell happened isn't that important. He has to find the girls.]
Lo? Katie?
[The call echoes back as he moves forward, looking for someone who might know what the hell is going on. He's clearly worried, calling the names with increasing volume as he heads toward what he thinks is probably the exit. The hangers, which would have normally been interesting, go unnoticed.]
[Whoever he finds is going to have an agitated redhead on their hands]
Lo! Katie!
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[The moment her eyes open, she's primed for action; in one smooth motuib, she's crouching in a defensive stance, eyes darting around as she takes everything in.
Being in a silk nightgown ruins the effect a bit, but at least she remains tall and muscled. That's the only advantage she has, though - she keeps several weapons in reach when she sleeps, but none of them came with her. Her gold bracelet connects her to the Oracle network, but it's been cut off.
You work with what you've got. She spies some heftier hangers, holding a fluke in one hand and an anchor in the other.]
2 - Combat
[It doesn't matter if she's suited up or not; she's Batgirl, and she can't just ignore the monsters prowling around.
It doesn't take much observation to realise their eyesight is poor. Weak spots are another matter entirely, and they're too fast to take a blind chance in close combat.
She needs to work with someone else.]
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Vision | Open
[ Consciousness, he had come to realize, was a strange phenomena. It sparked grand speculations on the nature of life, yet remained an elusive concept impossible to define. The same could be said of it's opposing force which he had never experienced until the moment he regained consciousness. At first, he was struck by the mass of information coming from his sensory inputs, and opened his eyes to help find the source of it all when his eyes suddenly fell to a figure beside him he had not sensed till now. ]
Who [ his brows creased ] are you?
b. Deathclaws
[ The Deathclaw swung at him with it's deadly talons striking over and over again growing ever angry in its inability to land a single blow. Each passed through him as if he were a ghost touching nothing but air as the android retained his ground in an attempt to speak to the creature only to be thwarted by yet another attempt on his life. ]
I am not your enemy. [ He tried to convey but to no avail as the creature attempted to impale him once more forcing him to accept the fact that: ]
I apologize [ his head bent down ] but I fail to understand you.
c. City
[ He takes in the city from above, inserting every new alley and street to the digital map in his mind when a moving figure from below suddenly catches his attention. Without a moment's hesitation he flies down to greet them, and slowly hovers down, landing on one foot then the other. ]
Hello. [ He nods in acknowledgement. ] Can you [ his head quirks to the side ] understand me?
d. Wildcard
[ Hit me up with anything you'd like! ]
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Donut | Red vs Blue
[ Donut wakes up the same way he always does, mumbling: ]
five more minutes
[ Before hitting the snooze button that turns out to be some stranger next to him. If that doesn't wake them up, then sit down down and enjoy the cuddle-fest that ensues soon after! ]
b. Deathclaws
[ An unmanly scream echoes through the halls of the arena as Donut runs away from the Deathclaws and smack into you. The crash barely phases him and within seconds he's clinging on to you for dear life yelling:]
Don't let them eat me!!! I'm too young to die!
Damn these tender thighs!!!
c. Wildcard
[ Hit me up with anything you'd like! ]
Arrival
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Tazendra | OTA
[This was not the Paths of the Dead. Nor was it the cave she lost consciousness in, pretty certain she was dying. This was a new wrinkle. She wasn't even near enough to the Empire that she can feel the Orb, or the Seas of Amorphia in her mind.]
Ah, and what is this?
[Tazendra doesn't sound upset, just very confused.]
B. Daethclaws
[Well, these are clearly hostile creatures. Tazendra steps forward to them, going for her back... where her sword is missing.]
Oh.
[She could still fight without her sword, but it would be a bit embarrassing to be caught unarmed and killed by -- whatever these are -- when she had magically overcome a Jenoine. But running away was distasteful. Someone grab her?]
C. Wildcard
[Want to catch Tazendra wandering around lost and confused and pretending she knows what's going on?]
Re: Tazendra | OTA
Re: Tazendra | OTA
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henry cheng / i'm sorry in advance / OTA BRING IT.
→ wandering about; don't leave me hangin' out like a yo-yo ( aka w i l d c a r d )
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wildcard
oh god here we go.
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Delight's bar
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prompt the second
quietly places face in hands and screams a little.
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bar
cr i never knew i wanted, you are a glorious creature.
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rolls in here super late
rolls back in even later!
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jack benjamin | ota
[He smells dirt instead of perfumed sheets. The air is staler than it should be, and not quite the perfect temperature. Jack opens his eyes and he's not at the palace, not in his room, and his first reaction is relief.
And then he has the same questions as so many others the first time they opened their eyes inside of this cave.]
Where am I?
[Jack pushes himself to his feet, kicks at the rather obscene hanger that was previously poking him in the back.]
Is this a joke? I should've known that my father would have such a grim sense of humor.
[He shouts it at the air, spitting the last words out like they're poison.]
deathclaws
[If Jack had a weapon, he would fight. He doubts he would actually win against the monsters, he would just prefer to die on his feet.
So maybe it's for the best that he doesn't have one. But he doesn't make his way towards an exit of the colosseum just yet. He watches one from a respectable distance, some of that dirt that he woke up in rubbed onto his skin.]
Uglier than a Gath soldier. I didn't think that was possible.
deathclaw fun times
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Awakening
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deathclaws!
Ichigo Kurosaki | second prompt OTA | also feel free to hit me up if you want something different
[He sits up with a groan, one hand going to his forehead. Why does he feel so stiff? Why's his bed so hard? And why does his hand feel gritty?
Ichigo's eyes blink fully open, and the first thing he sees besides his own arms and legs is what looks like a severed hand reaching up out of the dirt.]
Aaagh!
[It's not easy to jump from a sitting position, but Ichigo manages it, lunging to the side away from the creepy friggin hand. He doesn't notice the set of baby's arms sticking out of a block of wood until his hand brushes against it, and he flinches away again, staring at them in slack-jawed horror.
But wait. They hadn't felt real. Cautiously, still sitting on the ground, Ichigo reaches out and pokes at one of them -- yeah, that's definitely plastic. Pulling his mouth into a tight frown, Ichigo gets a good look around himself at last, staring at the scattered, weirdly-macabre coat hangers and at the scattered, unfamiliar people. He's never seen this place before in his life, and it certainly looks nightmarish. Why's he in his uniform? Why are there all these creepy hands everywhere? None of it makes any sense.]
Is this some kind of messed-up dream?
[ B | City | OTA ]
[The more Ichigo sees of the city, the less he likes it. It's all alien, all weirdly organic-looking, all just a little bit off, and the unfamiliar-familiarity is really starting to get annoying. He's walking down the streets with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets, staring around with an expression that's both confused and surly at once. It's a dead giveaway; he might as well have written newbie on his forehead. This is a guy who clearly doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do: he picked a direction and went with it.
If you're close by, you might here him muttering to himself: cheerful place, or I wonder how high up that is, or are we really underground? or shit, another dead end. Guess I'd better go back.]
B | j/k on your last point as you can't edit now
GDI JULES, HDU TAG ME AND TAKE AWAY MY EDIT BUTTON X(
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your city lies in dust, my friend. (arrival)
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b is for fight me again, bitch
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b!
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B, sort of, I guess
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souji seta | 2 closed + open
Once Souji parts ways with Ichigo, he begins investigating the rest of the city - answers as to where he is and why he's been brought here aren't going to just drop out of the sky, right? They typically don't, in Souji's experience - well, with the exception of that first Liminal Space he encountered, with Naoto literally dropping in on him from the sky overhead. Still, it's unlikely such an occurrence will repeat, so Souji takes the initiative to start hunting down information on his own.
The shops, once he recognizes them for what they are, seem like an obvious place to start, because shops are where people like to frequent, even if they're not actually in the area to buy things. Townspeople in Inaba's shopping district were always too happy to chat with Souji, and he's hoping it will be the same here. And he doesn't expect to find anyone he recognizes here, but it's a nice surprise when he does.
"Ebihara-san?"
i come out of the wilderness to lay by the waterfall (lake; closed to kamina).
After Souji's feeling a little more settled and has oriented himself to the buildings of the city, he sets off for some of the more remote locations, to get a good mental map of the area. He finds himself drawn to the lake, and it reminds him of time spent by the Samegawa back in Inaba, and of the time he nearly drowned in the flood in Questing Country, too - two very different experiences, both centered around water. It's funny, how memories work like that.
He's abruptly shaken from remembering by a loud fit of shouting - not far away, by his best guess. Whoever it is might be in trouble, so he hurries toward the noise, alert for signs of danger.
i will always walk tall; i hold my loneliness up like a medicine ball (errywhere; open).
There are more landmarks in this strange underground city to be found, and Souji isn't accustomed to staying idle anyway. In fact, after so many months spent in the Three Twins' cramped quarters, it's nice to be able to walk around freely, even if there's no sky to be seen overhead. So he takes his time exploring the entire city - poking around the temples, peeking into the shops, stopping to engage the rest of Hadriel's citizens with a polite smile, maybe even a quick question about whichever part of the city he's found himself.
(hit me up at
LAAAAKE
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Bigby Wolf | Closed Texts | Otherwise OTA
I know you hate me, what I say and everything I stand for, but seriously. Try to avoid going outside unless you're ready to face a dinosaur/Bloody Mary combo.
Sans
Maybe sit this monster mash out, buddy. These guys aren't gonna play nice.
OPEN: Colosseum
Regular as clockwork, isn't it? The new recruits all coming in. And, of course, the monsters coming with them. Dangerous monsters seem to be a recurring theme here - for one thing, Hadriel has both the Big Bad Wolf and Grendel - but these ones literally reek of death. Bigby can smell the goddamn things from his apartment.
So, of course, he's out and about too, sometimes human but mostly as a werewolf, attacking the Deathclaws. Or at least distracting them while their original victim gets a breather.
Who needs saving!
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jean grey | x-men: apocalypse | ota
Jean doesn't remember when she fell asleep, but she has a vague impression of a smog-filled town filled with monsters and peeling walls, the stench of copper and rot. Here, the smell of dirt fills her senses, the unfamiliar sight of an arena(?) sending her into high alert as she gets to her feet.
Here, she senses snippets of thoughts, flashes of memory and the harried flush of minds that aren't the ones she'd left behind. No one she knows is here, and she feels her stomach clench as she starts to search for the exit, seeking out anyone who will have answers for her. This is not the world she's left, the chaos that had only just begun to settle in the wake of En Sabah Nur's rampage.
No, here is a rampage of a different sort as she sees beastly creatures moving through the shadows in the inner halls of the arena, bloodthirsty ferocity ringing loud and clear. There is nothing in their minds to indicate rational thought, only the powerful instinct to tear and kill. Jean pauses at the snatches of fear and determination she picks up from the others in the same boat as her, plucked from different worlds of their own -- similarly confused, lost.
She pays little attention to the coat hangers as she wanders, cautious but curious, but she stiffens when she spots one of the Deathclaws stalking towards her, immense and threatening and out for blood. Jean has never quite faced off with something like that before; a primal thing without conscious thought, powered by pure instinct and capable of rending apart an army if it wanted. She is unarmed but far from powerless; even so, she's slowly starting to back away. Really, where's a useful weapon when you need one?
Out the corner of her eye, however, she spots someone getting close. Without thinking, she projects: run! ]
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johnny storm | fantastic four
[ Johnny groans as he takes to the air, deftly out of reach of the seriously fast and hideously ugly monsters -- really, it's not like he doesn't like a good monster fight or two, but must it really be now, on the tail end of a seriously freaky nightmare involving pyramid-headed butchers and hot undead nurses? At least he thinks they're hot; he hadn't been able to see their faces.
That aside, he hurls another fireball right in its ugly face before it can charge at him again like a tornado of freakishly long limbs and body blades. It pitches back, the fireball blazing right into the face -- and he follows it up with another, before he sees another one growling and leaping in his direction. ]
Seriously? No one told you guys not to play with fire?
[ One is bad enough, but two? Man.
THESE ARE NOT THE TWINS HE'S LOOKING FOR. ]
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leliana ( closed )
Commander.
( Well this woman, this 'Inquisitor' had one thing right at least - Cullen was there, and they did know each other, although Leliana didn't know (yet) what that meant. They were friendly enough. Perhaps here had given Cullen some reason to trust her, because her story wouldn't )
I encountered this woman in the street.
( She's not making an effort to move - not yet, not wanting to give this woman a chance to move - or do something )
She tells me you could clear matters up.
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lir | the last unicorn
[ The trouble with waking in a fatal field of horror-hangers is, Lir's two hands can only shake so many clawed monstrosities at a given time. Sadly, etiquette demands that dutiful princes (kings) who find themselves mysteriously abandoned in an apocalyptic wasteland should spend some degree of quality time introducing themselves to the severed parts of the artificial natives.
Scrawny knees digging deep in the colosseum dirt as he leans in to shake another hanger hand (and somehow not catch its nail), a rather out of sorts Lir likes to tell himself that manners matter. ]
How do you do? [ And, shaking the next hanger-hand: ] How do you do... [ And the next.. ] How do... you... do?
[ Think of the children. Get him out of here. ]
B.
[ And then there's the collection of houses, and manners ( we meet again ) decree that one should always politely knock at shabby doors before kindly traumatizing the neighbours. And so, the inevitable at one point plays out:
Knock-knock.
Who is i — ]
Hello?
[ No answer? Knock harder, Lir. ]
He... llo....?
[ Still nothing, eh? Harder. ]
Apologies on your sleep. I know the hour is — I think... maybe... I do think — late. Or early. It might be — midday, if it's an hour. But do you hear me? Hello?
[ Well, Lir, it looks as if you're going to have to give those knuckles their rest and put that shoulder to good labour, pushing to force open the door until — until —
...Lir sprawls on the ground in an exhausted heap, because hearty warriors will always yield to heartier wood, and that door there. It's not giving. Happily, Lir recovers just enough of his bearings for an apologetic smile, by the time the rightful house occupant opens the door to witness his shame — er, presence. ]
Do you know... where the sun has fled?
oh my god he's precious
bless you, bigby
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