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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!

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!

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"Oh? No, no, just a little accident, but it's fine now," Sato replies with his usual mild and empty smile, glancing down a little self-consciously at the stain. A safehouse, with a nice spot to wash up and have a cup of tea, that's what he really needs. Or a new shirt entirely. The fact that the bloodstain stays behind is always a bit of a hassle.

Sato is beginning to suspect, in fact, that very few of his fellow prisoners are other demi-humans (or anything close enough) as well. Just look at this fellow in front of him, who's clearly been through a rough time.

That's just not going to work for Sato. When Firo's hand gets too close, he moves suddenly to grab the young man's wrist instead and slams it to the ground. In doing so, it's easy to catch a flash of what he'd been hiding; there's nothing wrong under the bloodstained tear, just clean, unbroken skin like nothing even happened.

One hand gripping Firo's wrist, and the other with the pistol, Sato doesn't point it at the him yet, but there's a nice implicit threat present right there, the injured act just dropping away instantaneously.

"I'm quite sure. Wouldn't you agree?" he smiles. This one.. has a little bit of an edge to it.

[ It was refreshing, in some strange kind of way, having someone not run scared by the mere sight of you or make it their business to get involved with yours. Who was this guy anyways? Had he already lived here? Looked kinda clean and unscathed, definitely didn't just show up in the shit-storm that shat Heine straight out into the ass end of wherever this was.

Pushing himself to rise, cracking his neck and rolling stiffened shoulders. Heine wasn't a tall guy, in fact, he was a meager 5 foot 6, still wasn't there suppose to be something about short guys acting like they were bigger? In anyways, this stranger was much taller, looked pretty well built too... He could either look after himself just fine here or had others doing all the dirty work for him, for all Heine knew, this guy could have been in charge.

After brushing some dust and debris away from his fast healing yet still raw chest wound, Heine tried to zip his jacket up over it only to get frustrated when the thing snagged. ]

You wouldn't be try'na get a guy to beat up your ex now would'ja? Gotta name does it, this "cave" "troll"?

[ What!? It's not like they didn't have butt ugly mutants back in Heine's world. For he knew this guy could have been seeking revenge! He did however think that this guy was being somewhat serious about the troll, which only made Heine more curious about what part of the underground they were exactly. Which leads to his next question. ]

So, which way to the station?

It probably wouldn't do her a whole lot of good to pull most of those books from the library shelves anyway. A lot of the ones that actually have writing in them don't make a whole lot of sense, not to Steve anyway.

But he likes books, always has. He still comes to the library sometimes just to be surrounded by them, the smell. He likes the familiar weight of a book in his hand while he turns the pages. Steve takes one down, and he's surprised (startled, if he's honest) when he looks in the space that it leaves open and sees eyes looking back at him from the other side of the shelf.

"...Hi."

[Pity is the last thing he has to worry about getting from Steve. Not that he's not compassionate - he is. But he's been on the receiving end of that himself, when it wasn't outright disdain. He just knows that everyone has rough days, and coming through the Door is one of the roughest for most folks.

His brows knit together when the guy coughs up - Jesus, is that part of a rib or something? You bet he's coming closer now, heedless of any stranger danger.]

Yeah, numb's probably worse. There's a clinic not far from here, I can call ahead and help you get there.

[ Dean was used to the idea that everyone's shit? Was their shit, and usually not his. Unless he found a reason to be involved, usually by way of saving someone from a monster, then maybe he had a reason to find himself immersed in it, but people's problems were their own and not his to get involved in.

Even as the guy stood and tried to cover up his wound, all Dean did was arch a brow. He wasn't asking for help, likely wasn't going to bleed out from it, and all he managed to do was remain silent on the topic. If he wanted to be pointed in the direction of the clinic that was something else, but unless he started falling over from blood loss, Dean wasn't gonna start fawning over the guy.

Especially since he looked like he knew how to take care of himself. He was handling this about as well as anyone could, despite the puff of aggression and Dean just about laughed at the comment, canting his head as if in momentary thought. Because seriously, those air quotes are just cruel. ]

Usually dating outta my species isn't my thing. Otherwise, hey- i'd let you at 'em.

[ Dean however, is not serious about things that are supposed to be serious. Because monsters are always worth joking about when they aren't in the middle of trying to eat your face. But the next question is valid, and sadly, the answer to that one is not so much fun. ]

You lookin' for the next train to get me the fuck outta here?

It's more of a nickname my friends gave me. I think it sounds kind of cool, like a hero's moniker.

If it's too much to remember, you can just call me Rashid.

[ Flinching, shifting to move away from the other as he drew closer. Personal space was something Heine liked to have in abundance, the last thing he wanted was someone peering at all his flaws and design faults.

He lent to the side, trying to avoid any attempt at actual contact, the now loose bandage which was normally wrapped tight and snug around his neck, undone at the ends. Unravelling, enough to let shine through a slither of the metal collar bolted into his neck. ]

I can guarantee my skinny ass weights more than those.

[ Nodding his head in the direction of the trash the other had been carrying. ]

No clinic... I just need to rest.

[ Patting fingertips across the freshly healing gash in his chest. Slight tendrils of steam still puffing and fizzling out from the new scars at odd intervals. ]

I am Rashid of the turbulent-!

[His sentence is cut off when he watches Glacius turn into a puddle and counter with icy projectile attacks. Just what the hell is this guy?? Is he some kind of no-longer-human-experiment? He read about a few of those on the internet, but he always thought they were just urban legends his friends passed along.

When the last one's knocked down, he readies himself to the finishing blow.]

Right.

[The wind picks up and assists Rashid as he flies towards the monster, kicking it right in the head.]

"It's more a matter of something than someone, though wouldn't put it past those more inclined towards destroying things." Shrug. One can never be too careful. "And Hope has no idea how hydroelectricity or any form of engineering works. Am usually the one that sees to the structure's upkeep."

Not like Rey would trust Hope to know how to repair the dam, should anything happen to it. Perhaps he would, but she isn't leaving anything up to chance.

[ Well, at least this guy wasn't the kinda creep who'd be all over Nill had she been here, that gave Heine something to feel good about... For about a second. Nill... Being reminded of her and how he was supposed to be looking for her set of a thrill of panic in his chest.

It was hard, knowing there was nothing he could do, especially when he was in this state. ]

An' what species are ya exactly?

[ Possibly an odd question, all things considered, he sure did look like a human male, but Heine knew better than to assume something like that. Might make him look a fraction more crazy than he must already seem. No harm, no foul, right? ]

Yea, ticket for one. I ain't interested in rubbin' shoulders with the likes that dwell in the Underground- And I sure as hell don't belong here ... not anymore anyway.

[ Footing a little wobbly not falling over, but still unsteady enough to casually lean and slump up against the wall. This was actually record time for Heine! Normally chest or head-shots put this pup down for way longer! ]

[ Ah. Now there's a voice she hasn't heard in a while. It's familiar... yet not. There's obviously no recognition in it (though she had hoped, of course, despite herself) nor on his face. There's only instead a mild concern, maybe, as she carries too much and is too headstrong to ask for help from those around. She also doubts she looks all that great but appearances have never been important to Rose and she certainly wasn't going to start worrying about that now. There's so many bigger things to worry about, really, though she's trying not to worry about any of those either.

This isn't her Dean. There have been so many iterations of the same people that came through her life like a revolving door the past two years. She learned to stop being upset by it but instead embrace the new ones just as she had the 'originals' and hope that maybe they could fill the same holes the ones before had left. It never really worked, but. Of course she never stopped trying.

So she greets this new Dean with a smile. The question strikes her as funny even though perhaps it shouldn't. Though she was the one cracking hand jokes back in Haven days after the incident had happened. Coping with humor is a familiar tactic and, well, she could use something a little familiar right now.]

Yeah, I'm feeling a little short-handed. [ Pft. Terrible. ] So if you don't got anywhere else to be, I'd appreciate the help.

Ah, shit. That's not what she wanted to happen.

She darts forward to where Rin is lying, kneeling quickly and dropping her container of food next to him.

"Anything broken? You okay?"

"You're something of an an employee, then?" Sato asks, genuinely curious. With it in mind, he turns his head, gaze shifting to the generator and mentally adding it to the list of interesting and potentially useful locations around the city.

[ That isn't a voice she knows. The woman sniffles harshly, her breath catching in a half-sob as he looks up at the stranger. Well. It's not the strangest thing she's seen. Her roommate was green and could shape shift into animals, so what's a hedgehog to her? ]

No. [ Her voice is weak and she glances back down at the ground. The arm with her good hand comes up to wipe away the excess tears lining her face.

God, pull yourself together. You're stronger than this. Hiruma believe in you, didn't he? That you could fight on? Hiruma. Rose hopes he's okay too. As she thinks about him and how she arrived here alone, the questions start to collect in the woman's mind. ]

I'm just. It's been rough. [ That's all she feels the need to say to someone she just met. ] Where am I?

She scoffs.

"Employment would imply a regular collaborative effort. More of an off and on contractor with shitty benefits."

Though she did get a pretty cool jacket out of the deal. But sleeves, though.

"Let me guess, part of the contract being that you're not free to leave here either." It's still a guess, but it seems about right from the attitude.

As for his own... well it's a a bit of a swerve from his initially cheerful greeting, but at least a conversationally smooth segue into full seriousness. "It really is a terrible situation we've been put into, as I'm slowly starting to see."

"You are her first alien," she admits with absolutely no lead up at all. "Except others not born on Earth-That-Was.

She can defend herself, but there is much care to take. Why did you come in?"

To the Colosseum, she means, not to Hadriel. She understands that no one comes in to Hadriel on their own.

River turns at the sound of the voice, having stopped in the middle of the road to crane her neck at the earthen ceiling once again. Her eyes take in the uniform, the rifle. "The stars are missed, burning, burning, matter contained in the atomic structure, untrustworthy because they make up everything.

Hello. Where did you get a gun? Where is your army? Were they on the right side?"

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Uh, sure! Yeah, that'll be fine.

[He's still a little wary, but if he wants food, he's going to need to be cooperative. And maybe this guy's nice underneath that scary face. Just like Nash, even though Nash ditched him.

Hopefully this guy won't ditch him too.]

I'm Rashid. Kinda new around these parts.

River giggles and then backs up a little, giving away that she'd done it on purpose while leaving the question of how completely intact. "Hi."

Then she runs away, only to appear at the end of the stacks, peering at him from around a corner once he notices she's there.

He's the captain that belongs to Wanda, of that she's sure, but...well, he's got his own presence before his future catches up to him (and how interesting that is, the shiny paradox of existing in one's own past and speaking to one's own future), and she's not sure how to address it.

"You could use the books to draw in. They may never be real."

[Maketh blinks.] Oh. Well, it's good to meet you, Rashid. We could certainly use more fighters.

That response gets a dismissive wave in return. "Suppose it could be worse than that."

If it's one thing Rey has learned, it's that it could always be worse. She could be back in her old situation in her own time.

"More terrible for most, but not so much for others. Some people are dead in their worlds, so really it's either this place or the grave." And that's assuming that they even have one.

Maketh nearly flinches, but makes herself smile just in time. Appear calm, present yourself with dignity and professionalism in order to inspire trust. And they do need to inspire trust in each other here. The gods have given them neither mercy nor quarter.

The girl seems like she's in shock, anyway, and people in shock say all kinds of things without knowing what they mean.

"I'm with the city guard," she says, gently. "Are you all right?"

"Then you are lucky. The monsters here have never been kind to newcomers," He says. Ushahin fears only a few of them, the humanoid ones that his powers have trouble touching. The others are simple enough to control, turning their instincts and their sight so that he might as well be invisible to them. He notices that smile and there's something in it that reminds him of Elmer. Maybe it's just because so few of the residents seem to have any room to smile at all.

If only Sato knew that he was talking to one who was immortal after the fashion in his own world. So long as a fatal blow wasn't inflicted upon Ushahin, he would never die. "You should get a new shirt. Blood attracts unwanted attention from man and monster alike."

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