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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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"Can't say for certain and the likelihood is high; she shines like a broken beacon, bright and overwhelming, at the edge of it's expected lifetime..." River takes in a shuddering breath, keeping her voice low so that she won't suddenly spiral into a pit of rage and depression and despair at whatever this is, exactly.

"There are others. New and old but not too old." She shuts her eyes and shifts from side to side. "Go go now go!" Pushing Simon ahead. She's right behind, but so is another stalker.

Well, now you have!

[ Now please stop gawking. He's not that impressive.

...maybe a little impressive. He can't deny that he's a handsome, charming, well-groomed bird with a charming personality.

Okay, please continue gawking. ]

Besides, it's not like I'm any different than you! Well, aside from the whole being a bird thing. What I meant is the enjoying having meaningful conversations thing. I mean, have you ever talked to other birds who don't know Alltongue? It's so boring saying the same things over and over! Don't get me wrong, I love the company of my fellow bird. But phew if I didn't get tired of hearing it all the time, you know?

[ Crow will remember that polite gesture. ]

Died? Please tell that's like, slang you guys just have around here? Given up on escape and accepted fate. Dying on the inside kind of thing... Right?

Edited (fixed a typo!) 2016-08-15 19:30 (UTC)

[ Oh my god, another bird! It's been... well, only an hour since he's arrived actually. But this is the first fellow feathered friend Crow has seen! And even though Crow is pretty big for a crow, this raven is easily twice his size. He caws a polite 'wassup' to him before addressing the human he sits on. ]

You know, that's what I was afraid of? I flew all around that ceiling up there and thought, 'You know what, Crow? Maybe you shouldn't go into those caves to look for an exit, because you just might get eaten in there'! I guess I made the right choice on the not-dying part, but also the wrong choice because I'm still stuck here!

( it happens just after kate gets their powers figured out, after her sunglasses show her stalkers in all their glory and she can pinpoint the one that turns invisible before it fully vanishes.

it gets a knife thrown at it, which - unfortunately - is not nearly electrical enough to do anything to that shield. ) Shit.

( it's a good thing she's also got one of those tasers the colosseum provided. if only she knew it's the best option. ) Your right. ( she will, however, come up close to help out with things.

most days are one of those days here. )

Sato had gotten up and dusted himself off, paying less attention to Firo and more to the possibility of any more Stalkers in the area. So when the kid gets up, well, his reaction is about the same as Firo's. Why wasn't there any blood left on the ground? And although he'd looked away for a moment or two, there wasn't even a hint of residual invisible black particles drifting through the air. It reminded him of the faked demihuman videos he'd seen posted online; they always got the regeneration part wrong. That was what it felt like.

Still there wasn't any denying that he'd killed him, and now Firo was back. And that meant a potential ally once he'd sorted out quite what was going on. Maybe.

"Oh, pardon me. If I'd realized, I wouldn't have acted so hastily," he says in mild surprise, apologetic but not overly so. It's not like being killed means that much as a demihuman, after all. At worst, painful if you weren't used to it. "After all, it is inconvenient to be discovered."

Study that expression all you want, Rey, there's nothing to read there beyond the hint of a smile. Sato chuckles and nods in acknowledgement. "Rey. Best of luck with the generator, and I'm sure we'll see each other around here again sometime."

And with a little farewell nod in her direction, he heads off in the direction she'd indicated at a leisurely pace. Although it had only been a little conversational poking and prodding, he had the distinct feeling that she was the kind of person who could be a potential problem in the future.

But he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

"No, no, that sounds like a fine idea considering this may be a longer stay than I'd like. Settle in, so to speak." He actually has no intention of doing so for long -- there's still quite a lot to see and investigate. But at least a place to sit down and check out this phone he'd been given would be a good starting point.

He's careful to watch the man's face, but judging from what he can see right now... this could be a friend.

"Oho, that's an unusual reaction. I don't think most people would appreciate it... although personally, if I had a little more ammunition, I could see it being a very good time," Sato offers up without hesitation, still smiling pleasantly. It's really a shame he came so unprepared. Eleven bullets goes really fast.

And perhaps a little creative problem solving along the way.

[Squinting into the window of one of the shops, Sato spies some promising-looking shirts hanging on a rack. Admittedly some look like they were made for someone with bizarre proportions, but he can probably find one that will work.]

Speaking of problem solving, I think there's one thing dealt with. Excuse me while I duck in here. Won't be a moment.

"--you are from five hundred and two years in my future."

Bruce says, honestly a little flabbergasted. There have been all sorts of odd people in Hadriel before him, so he isn't sure why this one is so unusual, but he can't help but want to know;

"Do you study the effect of gamma rays on human health at all? That's my area of research, it's where I acquired all my biology. I'd love to hear about any developments in the field- mind the top step, it's loose."

While he takes him up the porch, and into the space.

Now, say this for Bruce, the place is clean. Everything has been scrubbed bald, the furniture and walls in here are all freshly repaired, with a new coat of varnish or paint. There's a schedule up on the wall, albeit drawn on pink construction paper, which is still the only material he can find. By the door is a list of supplies they're running low on. Antibiotics are high on the list. Back a little deeper there are meticulously ordered shelves of the kind of medical gear that probably looks beyond antique to Simon, but is the result of months of hard searching.

"There are a few other staff members, some of whom have more traditional medical training, and a few of whom are magic and faith healers. Effective ones; closing a cut with the pass of a hand, that sort of thing."

I think they may very well be, but it's a cave. It's a closed system, as far as we can tell.

I say other than earth, because of the presence of magic, and the different laws of physics.

For example, the structural integrity of a cavern this size, coupled with the light source.

[Which is just... impossible.]

"Very well. There are a number of dwellings available, you may choose one that best suits your specific needs." Whatever those might be. She's curious, certainly, but more isn't exactly the time to ask.

"The beasts themselves will no doubt decrease in population over the next few days. Until then it is recommended you take shelter."

Edited 2016-08-16 00:22 (UTC)

Yes. [He was a proud man, and yes, he'd hurt people, but he was trying to make it better. That helped.]

He thinks he should hurt to help the people he hurt but that only makes it hurt more.

[It's a cycle that's hard to break as long as he kept thinking that, and it's hard to show him another way when he doesn't want to see it.]

I'm stronger than I look.

[It could be argued that Steve would almost have to be stronger than he looks, because he looks like a stiff breeze would knock him plum over. But what he lacks in muscle, he makes up for in determination. He'd get him to the clinic one way or another, and he's unsure about scrapping the idea. But he can't (and wouldn't) force him. What Steve can do is stay with him until he's sure that he really is going to be okay.

Steve sits down close by, but not too close, his eyes dropping to where he touches his chest.]

What was it, one of those things at the colosseum? [His frown deepens. He got there too late this time, he wasn't able to help anyone.] That must've stung.

[That's an understatement and he knows it.]

I'm Steve.

[ Terrible joke is terrible, but Dean doesn't really mind in the slightest. If anything, he's grateful for the breakup in potential tension, considering he's not the best at doing so himself. Not that he isn't sensitive to the fact that being punted from your home to another universe kind of sucks, but he just doesn't always know how to help others through the same transitions. Especially when they aren't the most foreign to him, but that's neither here nor there.

Either way, he steps on up now that he feels as if he's been more formally invited, canting his head a bit and trying to take into account whatever it is that she's carrying with her. ]

Believe me, there's not enough places to be around here to find a better one.

[ Which is to say that Dean does not know what to do with himself here most of the time, but once again- that's not her problem. It's his. He's just inclined to bitch. ]

What can I carry?

Steve wouldn't consider her 'too' anything. She can be herself, that's more than good enough for him.

"You're welcome." Chocolate, honey in tea. Yeah, those things are worth a lot here. He gets it, and he has that same pleased look that she has. A new friend is worth even more than sweets and hot drinks. "Where are you from? And who's the girl with the brother, the one that you arrived with?"

Okay, so he hasn't mastered her language completely. He'll get there.

She waves a dismissive hand.

"Well, not the only bird. Some have come in through the Door a while ago, but none of them seem capable of carrying a conversation like yourself. They just repeat whatever shit they hear."

Which can be sort of creepy sometimes, depending on what exactly they're repeating back to you.

Edited 2016-08-16 02:02 (UTC)

"You've received a phone, correct? One of the people here has developed a program that contacts the entire community if you are in trouble." Thus far, they haven't had to use it. Maketh doubts that will last. Their luck never does. "And we do protect the clinic. The first emergency protocol is to establish a defensive perimeter around the city, while checking and maintaining a presence at the guard post, clinic, and anywhere else large groups are congregated."

Maketh rubs her face briefly. "We don't have the manpower to put guards on everything. But we perform our duty with the utmost dedication."

[ Better not to tell the mistrustful dog. After seeing Bruce take the bite, he feels better to do so himself. It's more crispy than he expects -- like someone had toasted it a bit too long. But it's not terrible. He's reaching for more as they speak. ]

Figures. No way to get some decent meat around here. Did you guys go out and kill all the bears?

You can get by without a little bit of self-medication to swallow this shit easier?

[ For a moment, Sandor seems impressed. It's written all across his features. Anyone who can deal with this sober-minded must be pretty damn strong-minded. ]

All the more luck to you, old man. But the armory's always gonna be there, always gonna have its weapons. That ain't gonna change in the time it takes you to get a drink. If you change your mind.

[ Fuck. Is the first thought that comes to mind. There's something unsettling about making eye contact with this...this thing. Can't even call him a boy. He's something beyond that. Something out of a nightmare. Something straight out of the pits of hell. And that's what this is, isn't it? So therefore, Ushahin is probably a demon.

So how does Clegane deal with that chill of fear? Sarcasm. Sarcasm is the balm, the false bravado, the strength where his strength is faltering. ]

Yeah? Well there ain't much in there, so don't think there's much worth lookin' at. Might as well move on to something else, then?

I don't mind rolling with the punches to see where it all leads.

Unfortunately, I'm out of bullets and with a few hostile creatures roaming around, it seems to me I'd better visit the armory first. But if you do find the bar, please let me know if the place is any good, and I may stop by later. I believe my contact information should be under "Sato" in the directory.

[He waggles the phone a little to indicate. He's not really a drinker, but if there's a bar, it will be an inevitable hotspot of activity, no doubt.]

Rin smiles.

"Great!" He helps himself off the ground and holds out his hand to her. He kind of can't help but notice her basket, though.

"Hey, how did you get so many?" Reaching one was hard enough for him, he can't imagine picking a bunch. He's also not used to roughing it. His biggest trial to get food was to go down to the convenience store on horridly hot summer days.

Well, the glory you were making about two minutes ago... until you missed. The attack looked pretty impressive, but hitting nothing.... not so much. He was sure you had this figured out, Hedgehog-dude.

"What I did? No way, man!" He's not particularly offended, just more shocked. "I'm saying I'll help you!" Y'know, because help can be a bit of a foreign concept to people. Teamwork's important, that's what Exorcist Class taught him. At least he learned something. Give the poor kid credit (not like you were there).

"Hey, how do you do the light-thingy?" A little off-topic and way ill-timed, but it's no Meister he's ever seen, unless you're summoning a light-projecting demon.

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You're cool, man, it was only a couple days! o7