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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- armand,
- chara,
- dean winchester,
- elmer c. albatross,
- firo prochainezo,
- frisk,
- gansey,
- heine rammsteiner,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jo harvelle,
- ken kaneki,
- misa amane,
- muscovy,
- natasha romanoff,
- nick valentine,
- oscar,
- rey,
- rin okumura,
- river tam,
- sandor clegane,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- simon tam,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- wanda maximoff
Intro Log: Arm Yourself
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!
What: The intro log for August
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: August 10th-15th
Warnings: Stalkers, newbies, and cute loot!
Sleeping on the cold dirt ground of the colosseum is enough to make anyone uncomfortable. It might be a little worse this month than others, as some of you may be waking up on top of or around various self defense devices (btw: that last one is a taser).
Come to think of it, you'll probably need those. Also in the colosseum and already stalking you are... uh, well, stalkers from the Borderlands game series. Stalkers come armed with claws, teeth, and sharp tails- and what's more, they can turn invisible to sneak up on you. Zap them with your newfound taser or stab them with your jewelry comb knife or just run away screaming- we won't judge, but you have to do something or else they'll kill you and eat your corpse and all sorts of unfortunate things.
Good luck finding a way out. Maybe you can make some friends along the way.
All done and escaped from the clutches of the colosseum? Awesome! 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 August 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!
Ken Kaneki
[ He woke up on the ground, but it wasn't a huge surprise considering the last thing that happened to kaneki, back in his world, was being kidnapped by a ghoul terrorist organization. The fact that when he opened his eyes he didn't see Ayato or Yamori or Nice was, in fact, a relief, but that wasn't going to last long.
He obviously doesn't touch any of the self "defense" devices because a ) they aren't his and b ) he doesn't need them c ) they really aren't his, and instead Kaneki gets up and looks around trying to figure out just what exactly is going on. His clothes definitively contain blood and they are ripped out, but Kaneki doesn't seem hurt (anymore), at least.
No luck with that, either, because a monster comes out of nowhere and that's when Kaneki is pretty darn sure he is dreaming and he is still passed out. How else could this be explained? But dream or not, that thing looks incredibly scary and dangerous and the hybrid has no desired to be mauled even while in dream land. So he does what every normal person would do: he runs.
Pretty fast for a human too, but who notices that when your life is on the line, right? ]
About in the city
[ How did he even escape those things? Kaneki doesn't know. kaneki doesn't care: he just wants to go home. However, bit by bit he has come to accept that this is no dream: it's really and truly happening as insane as it sounds.
So, right now, he really needs to figure a way out. That's his main concern. Or maybe talk to someone who can tell him how to go back home. In fact, that sounds like a much better option than just wander around by himself, so when he sees someone, he quickly approaches ]
Hello, I'm sorry- can you help me? [ not only he is breathing fast (and probably about to have a panic attack), but Kaneki's clothes definitively contain blood and are a bit shredded; he doesn't look hurt at all, though! So that's good. ]
city
Doesn't expect anyone to see him, though the thought had certainly crossed his mind. He turns to face the speaker, and the lights in his eyesockets dilate briefly. Yeesh. Guy does not look good, blood-spattered and ragged at the edges, and the cadence of his breathing is dangerously close to that of a panic attack.
Sans holds out one bony hand, palm out, in what he hopes is a soothing gesture.]
Woah, hey. Slow down, pal. What's eatin' ya?
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City
They had mainly decided to keep their distance to observe, but when a boy approaches they change their mind. The blood and slightly shredded clothing suggested a fight and they assume that Keneki was the victor as it doesn't appear to be his.]
What do you need?
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aaand i totally meant to say the city
Admittedly, Dean's willing to take just about anything as a distraction from his aimless wandering and helping a new guy? Is a perfect way to accomplish that, not to mention he can't really just say no to such a blunt plea for help. ]
Hey- hey, you okay? You hurt?
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He looks around first, to be sure there's no monster following the other boy. You never know what could follow you out of the arena, and Adam hasn't survived this long by being careless. But the street looks safe enough, and Kaneki... well, it would be stupid to assume he's harmless. Still, he's not actively threatening, which is a plus.]
Do you need the clinic? We've got some doctors there if you're hurt.
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Misa Amane | Open
[The object poking her turns out to be cat shaped brass knuckles, which are just nonthreatening enough for her to pick up. She collects everything else she can find around her for good measure before getting up. What kind of kidnapper provides weapons?]
[She isn't alone here, but the first thing to really catch her eye is a horrific looking monster standing not too far away. That at least is familiar, so she slowly begins to approach it.]
Um... Hello, Mister Shinigami...? Can you help me?
Re: Misa Amane | Open
[He flies over the Colosseum as a crow when he sees the blonde girl get up and then... approach one of the monsters? What the hell, she was either a lot scarier than she looked or... really dumb. Either way, that thing she was approaching wasn't friendly, so Corbin, cursing under his breath, dove for the Colosseum floor.]
[Of course, what lands in the dirt in front of Misa isn't precisely a crow, he changes as he drops the last few feet, and when he hits the ground and stands he looks like a seven foot tall, humanoid, bipedal crow.]
Miss, yer gonna wanna go t'other way.
[And then it disappears]
Sheeit.
[He backs away from the place he last saw the monster, trying to keep himself between Misa and whatever it was. He didn't trust that it had run away.]
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[Suddenly, have a tiny person dressed all in black running over to put herself between this idiot girl and the strange, definitely-not-shinigami monster she was running toward.]
What are you thinking, that's not a shinigami!
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Move, fool!
[That's all the warning Maketh feels like giving before lining up the sights on her rifle and shooting the damn monster in the face. She's a good enough shot that she won't risk hitting the woman - girl? - but little else. Recent events have been trying her patience, not that Maketh ever had much to begin with, and she's in no mood to see anyone else die.
If they suffer a bit in the meantime, that's no concern of hers.]
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cecily trevelyan ; ota
[ She doesn't usually go into the colosseum. Not because she isn't interested in helping the new arrivals (they need all the help they can get), but because, in her experience, there are just as many monsters outside in the cave-city. They slip out of their spawn point and creep deeper into the more residential areas, and clearing them out from those places usually seems like a better use of her time and talents.
Also, the colosseum is usually well-stocked with other do-gooders who inform the new captives and who fight off the most recent monstrosities. She checks.
This time, though, the Inquisitor feels compelled to venture farther inside. Dark eyes scan the area, brows ducking to cover a guarded gaze. Footsteps echo around her, likely belonging to some of the newbies, and she starts when a crunch sounds beneath her foot. Cecily peers cautiously down to note the flowered, pink comb beneath her boot and merely blinks at it before continuing on.
There's no shortage of the bizarre in Hadriel, that's for sure.
Footsteps aren't the only noises belonging to the recent arrivals: their voices crop up every so often, sometimes closer than others. One seems particularly near to her and the Inquisitor is about to ask after their well-being when a stalker, invisible, crashes into her and sends her careening over sideways. The rogue recovers quickly enough, scrambling to her feet with her bow drawn, looking more pissed than careful. ]
If you aren't armed, then get behind me! [ She calls to the nearby figure, aiming for the stalker as it emerges from its transparent cover. ]
bar
[ The Inquisitor is sitting alone at one of the bars with a glass pinched between her fingers. She swishes the wine around the inside, as if seeing how much she can do so without spilling it: the fact that nothing does spill either suggests a level of dexterity or a level of sobriety, depending on how well you know her. Open on the counter is a journal of sorts with her writing filling most of the two visible pages. Every so often, she adds a thought or two, frowning deeply.
Sip, scribble, sigh. Repeat.
It's the night of the new arrivals, and though she seems distracted, she isn't overtly frosty to anyone who may arrive and try to speak with her. ]
Bar
So he watches, quietly, for a moment before he approaches. She's his friend, though. He should look out for her. Even more than he looks out for everyone else.
She's earned that much at least.]
Is something wrong with the words?
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colosseum!!
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Heine Rammsteiner | Open | CW: Light gore
[ Heine could still feel her hands touching his regenerating body. An unwanted feeling, like stepping in a wet puddle with only your socks on. Disgusting. The sound of gunfire ringing fresh in his ears, heck, even his fingers coiled tight in a sharp twitch as if going to pull that trigger again. That's right, he'd just shot her... Wait, is this a memory? Didn't it all just happen moments ago? If so, then that would mean- ]
LILY!?
[ Turning sharply on his heels, expecting to see Lily standing there, alive and real... Instead, what he saw was a blur of movement. Magato? Was that him? Nah, no way it couldn't have been, it was far too fast, even for the swordsman. Confusion muddied his mind, like a thick fog of memories all to fresh for him to escape.
Panic sets in. Visions of history repeating itself when his eyes finally came to. He was in some kind of large, wide open structure, made for an audience and to keep it's entertainers inside. Screaming. The horrendous sounds of flesh being torn, pierced and sliced. 'Ah~ Music to ya fuckin ears ain't it Master! Lets make 'em sing too, huh!? C'mon! Ya wanna, I know'ya do!' That God damned voice again, not now, not while Heine was vulnerable like this.
Transparent in form apart from a flicker of ultraviolet energy. Fast and unpredictable. Just what the fuck was he seeing!? ' Heads up, you got company.' However, the internal warning came too late.
In a flash of light, Heine's invisible foe closed the distance between them. It's body becoming apparent in all it's alien form. Insect or dragon? It was hard to tell from such a brief glance, yet before Heine had a chance to understand what was going on or where he was- SLURSSSCH!! That agile barbed tail came thrusting towards Heine's thin torso. Penetrating his chest with slick ease, like slipping a warm knife through hot cherry pie. Gasping, a sharp, pained breath panted out through clenched teeth. His hands shaking, grasping the base of the monster's tail, coughing up pools of blood from both his mouth and raw wound in his chest.
A hissing sound emitting from around the torn tatters of skin, tendrils of steam and that oh so familiar stench of burning flesh as Heine's wounds got to work on fixing themselves, melding every so slowly back together. His eyes rolled back white and wild, drool trickled from his gaping mouth to thin the spit-up blood. Falling almost limp to the side dangling, impaled like a rag doll, twitching, bleeding out in fits and starts (pain makes you look bat-shit crazy sometimes.) As his consciousness began to ebb, another version of it clawed it's way to the surface.
Just when it looked as if it was the end for this unfortunate new comer, Heine literally pulled himself back from the dark depths of death's cold grasp. Reanimation was a bitch- and just like a bitch, it always had some stray hound sniffing at its ass. The black dog was awake, Cerberus had risen, pulling itself closer to the monster that had killed it. As he tugged at the tail, further impaling his body, the barbed tip wet with innards and bone fragments in it's wake. Once close enough to the bulk of the stalker, Heine's hands clawed at any soft part they could find. Fuck even checking if he still had his weapons on him, this wasn't Heine, this was the other one the one that Mother was so proud of.
Finding the thing's throat after dragging his fingers up over the underbelly, nails breaking off or snapping against scale like flesh along the way. Snapping his jaws, like a dog with a bone, into the thin membrane that formed the monster's wings, tearing it in two like a crisp sheet of paper. Carnage came so easy when he was like this, almost grimly enchanting to watch, like a train derailing to the score of classical music. Pushing the whole of his hands through the cartilage and muscles, right out the other side, Heine parted his arms wide and fast splitting the creature in two clean down the middle. The pop of veins like cords being unplugged, spilt and spraying it's fluids in a warm rain, painting Heine with a wash of blood as he slowly walked off, towards the next monster he could find, dragging part of the stalker along side him for as long as that barb stayed firmly implanted in his chest. ]
Around the City:
[ Coming to his senses after an outburst from that mutt he keeps tied down within, Heine was, as expected, tired out. Not really bothering to find out where he was or why he'd been dumped here, he simply found a fairly clean looking patch of ground to plonk himself down on.
Propping up the wall, drawing his knees close to his still tender chest, arms wrapping snug around. He'd have to see about getting his cloths patched up sometime soon, he'd only draw attention to himself even more if he went around looking as shit as he did. Lord knows he already looked suspicious enough.
As it would turn out, the dusty asphalt Heine was camping on belonged to a stretch of houses or apartments? Whatever they were, they didn't look like the high-rise buildings he was used to, in fact, seeing nothing but cave and electric lights above head, only added to Heine's lack of interest as to where he was. ]
Well... Fightin in arenas? Back underground? ... Looks like ya got what ya wanted in the end Giovanni...
[ Muttered under a breath, behind snarled teeth. It all just seemed too familiar and yet so different at the same time. Apathetic and seemingly not phased with his new situation. He'd stay here, out on the streets for all he cared. Maybe get picked up with the trash and disposed of come the morning? ]
nothing is up-to-date in hadriel city ....
You've been here before?
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Sato | Open
2. City / Armory
1.
And the beasts this time are particularly vicious, sliding in and out of stealth. Monsters like that make her wish she'd had thermal sensors installed. She's already put several down with her heavy pistol, but they seem never ending.
Then the blood starts flying, though the shots catch her attention first. But she still isn't fast enough, though she does end the monster before it can do now damage to the man's body.
She's cautious approaching, but eventually drops into a crouch next to him.
"Unfortunate."
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2. City
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2. Bridge
Re: 2. Bridge
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Rashid | Open!
[That was one rough night's sleep. All Rashid could dream about was his friend, though the sudden rocky ground jolted him awake. He could have sworn he was on his way home, but instead he woke up here. Next to him are some weird items like combs and such, and just when he's about to question that, a few unfriendly monsters approach him. He cautiously gets to his feet.]
H-hey, I'm just a lost guy wondering where he how he got here. You wouldn't happen to know where the exit is, do you?
[As he tries to put his hands up, one vanishes and reappears behind him, trying to take a chunk out of his leg. He hops back with a scratch and a snort.]
You guys are even less friendly than you look. Guess we have to do this the hard way.
[He ignores the pain and summons a whirlwind to speed up an oncoming kick.]
B. Man About Town
[Phew!
Talk about a close call. Those Colosseum battles took a lot out of him, but Rashid squeaked by those pesky monster. Now that he's outside, he feels like he was safer with the monsters.]
Did the Dark Moons take over here, too? I hope not.
[He puts both arms behind his head, walking along the sidewalk and checking out whatever catches his attention. Maybe he should grab a bite somewhere, if he can find a place. He waves down a random person.]
Sorry to bother you, but can you point me in the direction of a restaurant or something? I had to fight some monsters and now I'm kind of hungry.
B.
Nick hears someone calling to him as he makes his rounds near the houses and the stores, turning to greet the stranger. It's someone he doesn't recognize -- he realizes belatedly that he should have expected as much, as it is about that time for new folks to come through the Door. He'd be over at the Colosseum himself, trying to help others, if he wasn't in such disrepair. His arm might be reattached, but he's still got a limp from his bout with a deathclaw only a month ago.
He'll get that bent shaft in his leg fixed one day. For now, he's got a job to do.]
You won't find any restaurants around here. There's a bar in that direction, though it's all drinks. For food, you'll have to find something in the stores.
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hello fellow fighting game fan!! let's do some fighting!
yaaaasss!
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Crow; OTA
[ There's a flash of black swooping around a stalker. The bird ducks and weaves away effortlessly, touching down briefly to snatch one of the sharp keychains in its beak. Suddenly the black blur is very nearby you, landing just before your feet with the keychain still in beak. But he isn't as majestic as he made himself seem. Far from it, actually.
His feathers ruffled in panic, Crow drops the keychain by your feet while heaving words through heavy panting. ]
You... should run... this way!
[ Without much more of a warning, he's is back in the air headed for the exit. Whether you're actually following or not reeallly doesn't compare to becoming the stalker's next snack.
The real MVP, this one. ]
City;
[ When he makes his way out of the colosseum, he flies in no other direction except up. He could tell they were in a cave right away. His least favorite of places, mind you. Confined spaces are not his bag. And the moment he hits open sky, he'll be a literal free bird again.
Of course, that doesn't happen. He can't even find the dang-gone exit to this place. Time to incorporate the help of the locals. In a dive bomb back into city, he finds the nearest perch in front of the nearest person he sees. ]
Hey! Hey— Yeah, talking bird, right here! Where's the exit to this moist, drippy dump?
[ Feathers shiver as he rolls his head. ]
Ugh, moist... Why did I use moist? Why do I keep saying moist? Yuck...!
City
And then a bird starts speaking. It's not too strange. After living with Monsters they learned to roll with strange appearances.]
There is no exit. As for the term, perhaps you have it stuck in your head.
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City!
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taking that colosseum prompt 8D
this will be great BD
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Frisk
[Who needs tasers when you have a stick?
Not that they don't take the conveniently located taser (aesthetics are important), but what Frisk opts to use for their final showdown is most assuredly...a stick. Not big enough to certify as a branch, not small enough to be a twig; kind of knobbly with a fork at the end. Potentially they are lucky in some respects; the creature pacing back and forth several feet away doesn't seem inclined to attack- it's quite possible it hasn't noticed them yet.
Which begs the question; can they even initiate this battle? Looking down at the trusty weapon within their fingers, the child slowly raises it overhead- before letting it fly.
It falls a good few feet away from it's mark. Said mark takes the time to pounce on the wooden projectile, snapping it to pieces within it's teeth.
That would be a no, then.
It seems that lobbing a piece of wood at your enemy does make you a little more noticeable to enemies. The creature, teeth bared and riddled with splinters, flings it's tail up and over, letting loose a volley of much deadlier projectiles.
Frisk takes that to mean a very pointed no, as well.]
About the City
[There really is something odd about this place.
They don't do so much more than a cursory glance at the cavern overhead, but the buildings are worth more than a few inspections. There's a visual whiplash from one area of town to another; derelict buildings standing tall and proud alongside seemingly immaculate towers and temples.
Some of the streets are mostly clear of rubbish; but even in the ones that are, Frisk takes their time to pick their way across the mix of debris and seemingly old, everyday items strewn in their way; off to the side and out of the way.
The first human who crosses their path gains a rather blatant stare.
It's slowly starting to click into place that they aren't where they came from, anymore.]
colosseum holy shit kiddo
There's a striped shirt and a twinge of familiarity - that'd be the Door messin' around with him again, wouldn't it? Yeah, figures. Except the palette here is all wrong, there's a pink and blue blur and that would confirm his hypothesis doubly now, multiple agents acting upon one variable, would this be a1 or a2 because he hadn't delineated which would be the primary and which the secondary, though the other kid's words about genocide being the catalyzing factor implies that this one would be the primary. Or at least, the one that they are when they ain't the other one.
He needs to start learning some names. This is gettin' way too confusing.
He doesn't recognize the fresh beasts in the vicinity. They're real sneaky bastards though, darting from one place to the next in a spurt of purplish mist and a bright snapping sound. So when he sees the kid facing off with one, about ready to get impaled for their trouble, Sans unravels at a speed he wouldn't even think capable of a dumpy skeleton like him, and turns their SOUL blue to yank them backwards, out of the way of the projectiles.]
okay LOOK this isn't their fault for once
that's what they say every time
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Simon Tam || OTA
He's woken up in plenty of uncomfortable places before. Serenity's bunks, matter of fact, aren't exactly a luxury suite in the Core's finest hotels. More like lumpy cotton covered in a bamboo sheet, over a hard metal surface. But at least it's not sharp. Wincing, the prone man rolls over, groaning as he extracts a....plastic pig??...from its place seemingly lodged in his right kidney. The bizarre sight takes a moment to sink in.
And then he realizes that the hum of the engine is gone, he isn't on Serenity anymore, and his sister's nowhere in sight. He'd blame Jayne, if he didn't immediately fixate on
"River!! River, where--"
He's on his feet and yelling, stopping only at the rustle of movement behind him. As he turns, he trips over another of those stupid pigs, which turns out to be lucky for him--the stinger of the stalker misses him by inches. Adrenaline pumping, he lunges back to his feet, backing away slowly. He'd run, but that would just give the thing a chance to stab him in the back. And on the off chance she might be nearby to hear him...
"River! Run!"
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He doesn't like letting his sister out of his sight, but she's having a good day, despite their circumstances. More or less lucid, moreso than him, maybe. Perhaps because of who she is, what she is. It's no question why River's here, not once he's had the rules of this place laid out for him, but no one's using his sister for food of any kind, so he's going to take his moments of solitude to keep those shee-niou gods from taking advantage of what the Alliance did to her. But that means information, which means talking to people on the street, however reluctantly.
"Ah, pardon me. I'm a little turned around. Is there a library somewhere near here?" It's ridiculously primitive to not have the Cortex, but he'll take what he can.
((ooc note: prose or brackets is fine, I'll do either. and if you want a custom starter just drop me a line!))
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"I doubt you'll find it much use, though. All the books are written in a foreign language. I'm currently attempting to make a translation, but languages are hardly my forte."
His kingdom for Sir Lyle, or one of the other people from his world with a halfway decent head for language.
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Rukia Kuchiki | open
[She snaps awake, hands already on her zanpakutou, because this is definitely not where she went to sleep. She can't remember going to sleep, in fact, but that's beside the point. The point being that she's somewhere new and bewildering and something about the sky seems off and, well, there's something going on, she knows it. Scrambling to her feet in the sand, she listens, reaches out with her senses, looking for Hollows... the roar that comes is reminiscent thereof, but without that odd reverb Hollows have.]
[Still, her weapon is drawn and she's searching with darting eyes for the source. Yes there are cute, bright things scattered around her on the sand, but she pays them no mind... Until she spots a cute bunny-shaped-something on the ground, that is. And picks it up, just for safe keeping, you understand.]
What can a tiny shinigami do with a sword in one hand and a bunny-shaped-taser in the other (even if she hasn't quite figured out how to work the second one just yet)? These non-Hollow-monsters are about to find out.]
The City
[It doesn't take her long to get out of the colosseum and out into the city, unharmed, armed with a new (adorable!) weapon in addition to her old familiar one tied to her side in its sheath. She may not be accepting that she's stuck just yet, but she will definitely explore as much of this place as she can, while she can.]
[Of course, it takes a certain amount of getting used to that, while she seems to have all her attendant skills and powers and uniform, seemingly-normal people can actually see her and that's weird.]
Wait, sorry, you can see me?
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[ooc: There are five days of wandering around the city and sticking her nose into places she likely shouldn't, honestly. Random encounters are a go! If you want to plot something more concrete with me, hmu on plurk or something!]
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And he is walking through the city hoping to find something that would tell him how, until he spots Rukia. he only glances at her at first, because Kaneki doesn't want to be a creep, but she turns to him and actually speaks to him. ]
Ah- yes. Shouldn't I?
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L Lawliet
[L has been sleeping like someone dead, and actually, it's not far-off. He was dead, having closed his eyes forever in the arms of the one who orchestrated his fall. That had been painful, from the initial tight clench of his heart stopping to the way his back hit the hard floor in spite of Light's token efforts to cushion his landing. Then it had all faded to nothing as the detective had slipped quietly out of existence, leaving a thin body behind that was still damp from the rain, but going, like all humans, to Nothingness as a Shinigami's sacrifice added the remainder of his years to Misa Amane's.
He wakes up to the realization that he's breathing in dust, bolting upright with agility that a corpse can't possess. He's still damp, the front of his clothes picking up the dirt of the colosseum floor, and a hand searching for his cell phone falls instead on an unfamiliar object. Brief examination reveals it to be a pink taser; he grips it more tightly as the ground trembles. Whether this is a nightmare on the edge of death or some kind of twisted afterlife trial, having his wits about him at this time will be of the utmost importance. Those were never in short supply for the genius detective, but unfortunately, they're rather scattered at the moment.
He's nimbler than he looks on his bare feet, and dances out of the way of a wide-swiping motion of one of the creature's terrifying appendages. Next time, he might not be so lucky, and his dark eyes flick attentively over the creature, looking for any spot that could be particularly vulnerable to a sudden shock.]
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[The colosseum fight put L through paces the likes of which he's never had to endure. Mental stress and strain, even physical altercations, he can and has handled very successfully. That being said, he's only one shabby, scrawny young man, accustomed to sitting curled in a computer chair with a mound of sweets at his side and a butler at his beck and call. Running and fighting for his life doesn't happen often in such brutally literal terms, and even now that he's out of immediate harm's way, there's still something hollow and haunted about the way he shambles along, dirty and limping slightly on sore, bare feet.
He didn't die wearing shoes, after all. It's as if the ambulance pulled over, unzipped his body bag, and left him to revive exactly as he was. There are a lot of things he desperately needs, and the Razr-like flip phone in his pocket isn't one of them. He has no signal or service. He has no way of contacting those who must find him, now that Watari is dead. There's nothing to do for it except gnaw compulsively at knuckles that are starting to tear and bleed, watching his surroundings with wide saucer-eyes and attempting to plan his next move. Anything to establish himself, anything to achieve some kind of contact with some kind of ally. The problem is that so far, he has recognized no one, and he doesn't have the charisma or the social skills to command attention and help immediately. The best he can hope for is pity on sight and gentle sympathy, maybe resulting in a meal or a few words of useful advice.
There is so much he needs to do, and learn... but he's exhausted, and as poor as ever at recognizing that it means he needs to go easier on himself rather than pushing even harder until his flesh succumbs and collapses under unreasonable demands.]
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[A blur of pale skin and blades dangerously close makes her whirl around, a knife in her left hand and taser in her right. She doesn't feel equip to use either of them, but maybe she can scare it away long enough to run, maybe someone will come to her rescue again—]
[She feels like she has been punched in the gut when the figure in front of her settles in. Seeing monsters is one thing, seeing a ghost is entirely another. But he seems corporeal, dodging strikes from the monster, despite the maddening lack of any floating letters or numbers above his head. L is dead. L has been dead and out of her mind for years, an adversary conquered and put in the ground. How is this happening?]
[Misa is forced to seriously entertain the idea that she has woken up in hell.]
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Sandor Clegane | OTA
[ When Sandor Clegane woke up in this fresh new hell, it was on top of one of those kitty cat key chains. He grunted a couple of swears, pulling it out from beneath him. But before he could even think about what the fuck this was, he caught sight of a few other people in there with him. And not only people. Creatures. Sandor got up to his feet, wobbling a bit from a few injuries. They had been much worse. He knew that. He should actually have been dead.
And maybe he was. Maybe this was his fresh pit of hell. And in that case, might as well make the most of it by killing a couple of those ugly fuckers.
He tossed the key chain to the side in favor of drawing his sword and the lumbering man stormed toward a creature that was currently terrorizing someone else. He ran his sword through the monster with a bellow of anger, spilling blood and entrails on the no doubt already stained floor. His eyes drifted toward the other person afterward, the one he saved, turning the burn scarred side of his face toward them. ]
You keep on like that and you're gonna make one of those cunt monsters very happy to get a nice snack.
[ His sword was dripping with blood, and he was at the ready to fight anything else that came at them. ]
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[ After managing to get the hell out of that...hell, Sandor found himself limping along a path. This definitely wasn't Westeros. And that only solidified in his mind that this was whatever came after life. Whatever the gods saw fit to punish him for all he had done.
Well. Hopefully even in hell, the ale was still good. And even if it wasn't good, as long as it got him drunk, it would be fine by him. As the absurdly tall man stumbled into the city, coated in blood that wasn't entirely his own, he stopped for a moment and regarded some of the architecture with an upraised brow. After a few seconds, Sandor caught sight of someone out of his peripheral vision and called out to them. ]
Hey. Hey, you! Know where a man can get a decent drink around this place?
[ No 'where am I.' No 'what the fuck is going on.' Just acceptance and a strong desire to get piss faced drunk. ]
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[ Want to run into Sandor elsewhere or have another idea? Toss it at me! ]
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So why is he here?
But then Sandor speaks in that gruff way of his, and Arya's defenses come back. She stiffens and scoffs, using sarcasm as a shield for confusion, for relief mixed with regret. ]
You shouldn't be drinking anything. [ Arya snaps, harsh and rude. It worries her, just a little, how easily she falls back into the harsh persona that the Hound helped her develop. ] You're dead.
[ Maybe if she says that aloud, things will sort themselves out. ]
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Hahaha it's all good!
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Rin Okumura | Open/All
Rin groans as he wakes up. That was a nice long nap. The cold floor is new. He yawns and stretches up as he takes in his surroundings, instinctively gripping his sword as he realises he doesn't have a clue to where he's at.
"Where the... Hell am I?" It sure doesn't look like the academy. "Is this some ex-wire test? Hey, Yukio!" He calls out, trying to get his bearings. He rubs some of the remaining sleep from his eyes as gives another yawn, looking around him.
He notes some odd utensils: a comb, some fluffy-looking thing, and a brass-knuckle thing? Weird... Whatever, he pays them no mind as he stands up. He doesn't need anything like that with his own sword. He dusts himself off before strapping Kurikara to his back as he starts to take a look around the place. It's kind of cool, here. Just as he's starting to figure, he sees something huge move in the corners of his vision.
"A demon?" Come to think of it, why am I the only one here? He grips his hand tightly on Kurikara as he looks around for it. Swiftly, it charges at him. Easy enough, he looks around, checking to make sure it's just him before he unsheathes Kurikara, unleashing his Blue Flames and charging at the monster with a yell. This should be no sweat!
At least, it would have been no sweat if the monster didn't vanish right before him!
"Huh?!" He looks around for it rapidly, wondering where it went, looking stupidly clueless. "Where'd it g-AHSHIT!"
He feels himself get floored by some invisible God-knows-what. "Owww, Goddamnit!" But he doesn't let himself stay down for long at all. He's swiftly back on his feet, glancing around, sword at the ready for this beast.
Someone help this poor clueless kid before he gets himself killed.
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Holy shit, what was that?! Escaping from that monster in the Colosseum had to be one of the most difficult tasks he'd been through. Not only could the thing vanish, but his powers didn't seem to do much.
His sword is hilted and his flames and tail are tucked away. But he has a rather bitter look on his face. Are there really demons that powerful? And why hadn't any of the other exorcists shown up? If this is a joke, you can end it any day now.
He's wore out, but already healing rapidly. He wanders around the city, keeping on guard for any other demons that might have dirty tricks, like turning invisible. His stomach growls and he sets a hand on it, groaning meekly in response.
"Where in the Hell am I going to get some food? Hell, I'll cook it myself, just give me ingredients."
He tampers with the cell phone he found in his pocket, trying to get ahold of any of his teammates, but finds that he can't reach any of them. So much for finding out what's going on...
Thankfully, luck seems to smile upon him as he happens across an orchard.
"Oh, yea, free food!"
He doesn't even bat an eye as he climbs the tree to reach the amazingly-delicious-looking fruit. "Come on, a little bit further...!"
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Instead she was in the orchard trying to get enough food for herself for the next few days. She likes to keep things fresh when she can. That's when she sees the person in the tree trying to reach one of the fruits.
"Don't fall down." She's so helpful.
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hanako 'rosalina' nurumi; ota
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But the newbies don't need to deal with that. Don't need to hear about it or see it shining in his eyes like a fog. It's his problem and theirs, right now, are infinitely more important. They're all lost, all wandering, some looking like lost puppies who have lost their mothers in a fit of terror.
Kind of like this chick.
Dean sees her going along out of the corner of his eye and he can't help but feel kind of bad and for a few moments he isn't quite sure what to say. She hasn't acknowledged him and that's almost a breath of fresh air but she seems to need a touch of help and while helping is all he does with his life, he's not entirely sure how to approach. Even if he eventually does all the same, making his way over to the woman who seems to be toppling over with the weight of the crap she's carrying, looking bedraggled and torn open by this place on what is seemingly not that bad of a day. ]
Hey- you need a hand?
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river tam ; ota ; prose or brackets welcome
Sometime after she and Simon navigate their way out of the Colosseum, River finds her way back. There are others who woke up there, people like Simon who wouldn't be able to find their way out on their own.
So she goes back.
Sneaks back, really, because the last thing she wants is Simon catching on and nearly having a heart attack over it. She'll be fine, she's sure. And if there's a twinge of guilt at being this way, well.
River gets where Simon is coming from. And he knows how she is, too. So she'll be careful, that'll be good enough. She'll be careful, and anyone hurt, she can drag back out to him. With thin and quick fingers she shows him how to use the taser, and with a kiss on Simon's cheek, she's gone back into the breach.
So don't be too startled, hopefully, when a slip of a girl kills that Stalker with a thin knife that's currently...well, stalking you.
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There aren't many moments where River isn't nearby or practically attached to either her brother or Wanda, but they do exist. Moments where River climbs crumbling rooftops to get a better view of the skyless horizon, pokes around shops just to see what the wares available are, running her fingers along the spines of the books in the library but not bothering to pull any from the shelves.
Occasionally killing a monster that's wandered in too close for her liking to other people.
She's there, humming to herself, boots still laced and seemingly undisturbed by the turn of events that brought her here.
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So he's here, fighting off the Stalkers and escorting the new arrivals safely out of the crumbling Colosseum. He's about to deal with yet another one of the strange winged beasts when a figure slips out of the shadows in an eerie sort of way--hard to pin down despite the fact that he's been dealing with creatures that turn invisible all day--and knifes the creature, killing it effortlessly. Glacius blinks. It's a human--a young human woman, acting like what she did was the most effortless thing in the world... and now she's just... watching him.
The ice alien frowns. Something about the way she moves, the way she looks at him--detached from her killing of the creature, observing him in a way that seems both distant yet interested--is unsettling in the back of the mind. Nevertheless, he raises his hands to show he isn't a threat, that he isn't going to pounce on her like the stalkers preferred to do--because he knows humans sometimes have a hard time making that distinction when it comes to meeting him. "Hello there. You made... quite short work of that beast. Are you here to aid the new arrivals as well... or were you just brought to this place?"
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armand. ota
[ Armand awoke with a sudden jerk, immediately sensing something was not right. This was not the rest of his natural death sleep. It felt odd and vulnerable being unconscious without resting in a confined lightless space. Somewhere where he knew he was safe from any sunlight or intruder that would cause him harm. Here he was in an open space, seeing for the first time the colosseum.
He raised a hand to his head and stopped short when he felt something tangled in his fingers. It appeared to be the image of a cat, only not really. The sharp edges were more of a weapon and the more Armand glanced around the more items he saw littered on the ground the more he began to understand that he had been kidnapped and was being outfitted with weaponry. Was he meant to fight someone? In a savage one-on-one for some twisted immortal's amusement. This did not seem to be the case as no such being appeared.
He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Something else was close by. He wheeled around and faced what he could only describe as a dragon straight from medieval scripture. It's long tail poised and deadly looking. But then the thing vanished before his eyes. He could still feel it close, stalking. This bit of sorcery was unexpected. It made him feel a wave of displeasure. He could obviously not rely on his own senses at the moment. It was time to rely on someone else, a despicable task. ]
Please, show me the way out. There is a creature here who thirsts. It is not safe.
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[ Armand's youthful face is marked with singe marks and his velvet blazer is tattered at the cuffs. It's obvious there has been a fight and the young man has come away a victor, although a little worse for the wear. He is wandering the streets looking progressively more and more distressed as time ticks away. Finally he ducks into the nearest store and asks the closest person: ]
Is there some place secure I can rest for the day. I feel a bit under the weather, retiring is the only thing that can help me now.
[ It's an odd request but it seems to be very important to him. ]
Oscar | Open
He doesn't know how he managed it, but somehow he was able to escape irreparable damage despite all the confusion caused by suddenly finding himself lying before an old ruin. That doesn't mean it didn't come at a cost; left in his wake are others that seem just as terrified and bewildered as he does. But he's sorry to say there's nothing he can do for them. For the moment, he is focusing on calling Kate Walker instead of fixating on the probable conclusion that these could be his final moments as a functional automaton.]
Kate Walker! Kate Walker! I am in terrible need of your assistance!
[After a lengthy pause, he realizes that his panicked, wailing words aren't being received! How can this be!? The newest addition to his inner workings, gifted to him by his creator, has ceased to function with no logical explanation as to why! He will later contemplate in silence why he continued his futile actions and arrive at the opinion that he was scared senseless.]
Kate Walker! ... Kate Walker!
[The stress inflicted by the jarring, jolting movements that carried him here has started taking its toll. And he's becoming more alarmed by the second as it sinks in that he is well and truly alone with this situation. His wheelwork doesn't delay in immediately grinding to a halt. His back flattens against a wall. For the time being, his metal frame is frozen with fear.]
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And despite this strange voice's artificial quality, there's something that sets it apart, as well. It's undeniably synthetic -- a tone he recognizes only because of his own mechanical nature and his experience with the less individualized synths -- but this one has far more inflection than the innumerable, interchangeable synths of the Institute. Either they learned some new tricks in his absence, or it's the more likely answer: another synth from another world. Hadriel has a few of them already.
But none he knows of that are quite like him, none so blatantly mechanical that they couldn't possibly pass for a human being. That's what draws Nick closer than he'd rather be to the Colosseum. Though his pace is slow, the shaft in his leg still giving him trouble, Nick manages to follow the voice as it echoes through the outer halls of the arena until he spots the source. Blatantly mechanical, indeed.
But also in need of help, if the way this other synth is flattened against the wall is an indicator. Nick scans the area quickly for any sign of danger -- monsters, as they always seem to come through the Door with the newcomers -- before making his way over. He keeps his voice down, just in case there's something nearby, something that might have spooked him already.]
Hey, you all right? We should get moving. Get you out of here.
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[Once Natasha wakes up, it doesn't take her long to get on her feet and into action once she sees what's going on.
And then few of the stalkers are starting to surround her.]
Oh. It's gonna be one of those days.
[Welp. Time to get up close and personal with them. Does anyone want to help a woman out? She'll be trying to fight these things with kicks and punches, and this weird taser thing.]
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[Once she's out of that mess, she wanders the city to gather both information and whatever supplies she might come across. She needs to be 150% prepared for whatever else might get thrown her way.
So, if she crosses paths with someone, she might ask them: ] What's the weirdest thing you can tell me about this place?
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That it takes not only from different worlds, but different times. It is not wise to ask too much of one who knows the future, is it?
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