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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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Victor looks a little affronted and a lot taken back as Rin practically falls from the tree at his feet. There's a frown on his face as he watches Rin watch his fruit.

"I picked them from a bush a few trees back," said as he gestured with his head. "And, since I've already previously tested these fruits to see if they were poisonous or not, I can safely say that no, they aren't poisonous. Feel free to pick some of your own."

Aka don't touch his stuff, buddy.

[Sad to say, this is not the first time Adam has run into someone covered in blood and looking lost in this place. It never quite gets normal, but at least he's used to it enough that he isn't scared or too startled.

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.

That idea is vaguely entertaining. And probably wrong, would be Sato's personal guess, although less over the idea of an AI having emotions, and more that it potentially includes just about everyone on Earth, I think it must be a little more nuanced.

So he doesn't remark on EDI's curious little slip-up, only comments, "I don't think you've mentioned what emotions these are yet, or what power this gives them exactly."

My name is Glacius, [The ice alien responds brusquely, currently too deep in the thick of combat to spend any more time explaining. Whatever these creatures are, they clearly like to hunt in packs, using their invisibility to sneak up on targets and attack from multiple angles... well, he has no intention of becoming prey. Detecting a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye, Glacius whirls around just in time to see yet another stalker that has been hanging back launching those odd spikes straight from its tail like projectiles. They sail towards him, not leaving the large alien much time to get out of the way...

... It's unclear how much damage they would actually do given his naturally icy armor, and it's not an experiment he wants to conduct today. Instead Glacius' whole body ripples and shimmers before he literally melts down into a puddle, the spikes passing harmlessly overhead. Once he's dodged the attack he reforms and forms his own projectile, waving one long arm overhead to generate a large and jagged chunk of hail. He launches it at the stalker, the icey projectile giving off a low and ominous hum as it sails through the air--and when it strikes its target it explodes into countless shards of ice, knocking the stalker from its perch.]

This appears to be the last one for now. I'll keep its movement pinned down--you finish it off!

The first reply seems to be good enough for Glacius; though he's definitely interpreted the staring as a sign of River's discomfort upon discovering an alien, at least she hasn't pointed fingers or leveled any accusations... or worse, cowered like she expected him to descend upon her like a feral monster. It isn't until she continues that he tilts his head. She's... wordier than most people he meets here, much wordier, but after a moment he seems to be able to understand what she means.

"So... both, then," he ventures, watching her prod the corpse. "Well... I'm glad you're unharmed, that you're able to take care of yourself. That will serve you well in this place."

[None of that sounds disagreeable, exactly. Under the circumstances, it's actually very comforting to think that someone is willing to sit down and patiently explain what's happened, with a cup of tea and a square meal at hand. L needs all three things very badly, and it's likely that Bruce understands that more fully than the shabby, frayed detective himself does.]

Dr. Banner, who are "we?" The people that stay in the towers?

[It seems as good a place to start as any; he's not waiting until he's safely in a clinic to start the barrage of queries. He wants as much of a head start on finding out what he can about this place as he can get. Depending on Bruce's patience, it could get grating quickly.

It occurs to him that here, he doesn't have a name. He has to think of something quickly, and settles for something that isn't his own, but has a decent ring to it. ]

I'm Luke Landau. Where are you supposed to be?

[Nick picks up on the fellow's apprehension -- a hair of tension here and there in his frame -- and is well aware of the likely cause. He knows what he looks like, after all.

But the man doesn't remark on it yet, so Nick does what he does best and tries to be helpful.]

I'm headed that way now, making the rounds. I can lead you there, if you'd like.

[Goddamnit. Bigby was just minding his own business, having a recline in a park bench so he can relax for five minutes before he goes back monster hunting (his forearms in particular are pretty badly lacerated), and now another talking animal is giving him shit. There were enough of those back home, why does he have to suffer them here too?

He just stares, entirely unimpressed, as he takes a drag.]

There isn't one. Welcome to Hadriel.

That's how this place works. You wake up in the colosseum, surrounded by things that want to make your stay unpleasant- with us, it was gigantic bears.

[Says Bruce, with a sigh, before remembering;]

I'm Bruce Banner. The bears had good meat on them, at least; what did you get?

[Bruce glances a surprised look at him- and then assumes his parents must be Star Wars fans and decides he's probably sick of those kinds of jokes, and not to comment.]

I'm supposed to be back on Earth. Ideally somewhere near the Federated States of Micronesia, but I'd settle for my planet, broadly speaking.

'We' is everyone who has been pulled into Hadriel through the door. We arrive, like you did, in the colosseum, surrounded by pressing danger, once every month or so. Then, those who make it out of there enter the city proper, where we have to survive. Some people are invested in the community, others prefer to live on their own and with minimal connection with the other abductees, but all of us remain trapped here, and even cooperating we haven't been able to change that.

[There's no voice whispering in the back of their mind, something that Frisk's becoming more painfully aware of by the second. Even so, the memory of it is there; a hiss, a growing frustration- can't keep dodging forever.

He's not the type to offer a few seconds, but here they are, for the first time in Frisk's memory. They use them to the best of their ability, scrambling to their feet and watching the way the creature's (...is it really a monster?) head swivels in their direction, a low hiss escaping it's mouth.

It's probably safe to say that they're both in trouble.]

Don't- [What? Get hurt? A moment of anxious fidgeting- all the time they have for such things. More than than they usually get for hesitance before it's tail is moving and Frisk moves too, timelines worth of experience in moving their SOUL out of the way replicated through the stance and action of their body.

They might be able to get close enough with a distraction.]

[Standing in a mirror, there'd been someone else looking out through their eyes. *It's you. It's me.

It's us.

At some point, it had clicked into place as to who it was, guiding them through their journey. A prompt here, a pointer there. Barely kept in check with their own impatience of Frisk's motions, at times, but resolute in solidarity. Hard not to be- they were always there.

And now they're there. It's worth more than just a second to adjust, more than a slight cant of their head or the way they look Chara up and down. Not an explanation or reason in sight; they're just there, in a way that they never have been before.

Shouldn't be possible, they think. But then, when have they ever stuck to what should be possible?]

I thought you left.

Not really.

[If they were, they wouldn't know it. And it almost feels like cheating, having nothing to provide when someone's actually asking them, for once. What are you up to? What are you looking for?

There's a newness to this type of inquiry, a focus of perspective that Frisk doesn't know what to do with.

Feels like they should.]

I'm new. I was just looking.

[True. They never stuck to 'possible' but more ways to push it. "What if?" was a constant in their nature, even if the world was ending. A small part of Determination, perhaps?

For Chara, it was strange to look with their own eyes at Frisk, rather than through reflective surfaces they happened to come across. The mirror in Toriel's house, the water in Waterfall, and finally the mirror in New Home. Eyes are the reflection of the SOUL, or something like that.

It showed who was the one walking.]

I will not leave you. I merely was here before you came.

[You're the one who's late to the party for once.]

[You know what they say about curiosity and cats. One day, they'd have to ask Sans about how the saying would go if cats were kids. It was sure to be enlightening.]

Here like...this?

[As they are now. On their own two feet. With a face that was grounded a very long time ago.

To be fair, at least they aren't decades late, this time.]

[On the bright side it always ends with "And satisfaction brought them back." And Frisk would come back. It's not as if death could stop either of them in the Underground.]

Like this. Everything else was acquired in the Underground.

[It's pretty obvious what that means. LV 20. You can't get somewhere like that doing nothing and you cannot get EXP here. The Real Knife is a dead giveaway.]

[ Crow only flutters to a halt on the ground when he suspects that he's flown far enough to get away from the stalker. It gives him time to catch his short breath. ]

Phew... That was... waaaay to close for my comfort! I wonder if that guy— Yikes!

[ He's cut short by the stalker lunging out from its invisibility, sending him off his feet in an instant toward the guy probably just catching up. ]

Stab it, stab it, stab it!

[ Only now in his flurry of panic, does Crow realize that he has a much bigger stabby object than the keychain he left behind, in form of a freaking sword. ]

Firo's both startled and relieved to get a response. He kneels beside the man, eyebrows furrowed at he looks him over.

"Just a scratch? Are you sure about that?"

He supposes the fact that the guy can even talk may indicate that he's doing fine, but he's also seen plenty of people with serious or even mortal wounds speak. Heedless of the look the man's giving him, Firo reaches for his hand to try to move it enough that he can get a peek.

[ Victor may be drug-addict levels of skinny with absolutely no muscle tone, but he's carrying himself like someone who's used to danger and really doesn't think about the fact that he can't throw a punch. ]

I'm not worried about myself, [ said calmly, with a hint of arrogance. ] What I'm worried about is someone like you getting eaten by one of those creatures, leaving me to patch you up.

Oh, suuure I am! Let's send Crow into the monster-infested caves, nothing could possibly go wrong!

[ Nope. Not this bird! Crow will not be the scapegoat in dangerous situations. As badly as he wants to feel the wind through his wings, he will more than happily sit out any shenanigans involving the risk of his own life. ]

...well, wait. What do you mean by 'best chance yet'?

[ Small bird, big ego to feed. ]

Edited (rephrase!) 2016-08-13 17:38 (UTC)

[Don't can mean a lot of things, and he doesn't need to get inventive to discern what it is they mean. He follows the trajectory of the next shower of projectiles, and notes with distant approval (approval? Where's that coming from?) that the kid knows how skate on out of the way of the things. They're fast, he'll give them that.

He might be able to nip them both outta here if he can get close enough, but they're slippery, and this thing might have the same kinda range Sans does. So that would be a pointless maneuver, which he's not really about.

He could go pulling shit out from his sleeve, but there's the looming edge of Occam's razor, and the exhaustion already setting in, and who wants to deal with that, really?

So he seizes the thing's SOUL, or its rough approximation of one, and turns it blue. Its steps get a little heavier, its movements duller, hissing and spitting its disapproval as it tries to skip away and finds it can't.]

[ So tiny that Crow doesn't even hear it, then again he probably just wasn't paying attention.

This kid is being weird though. Should investigate that. He hops forward to get closer, leaning in to hear him better this time around. ]

What's the matter, kid? Never seen a bird before? I don't bite or anything. Peck, maybe...

[ This guy smells... doggish. Just... thinking that over here. ]

This cave is full of pleasantries, isn't it? Everyone seems so moody about it... Including me!

[ He hops from the back of the bench onto the seat to get out of the way of whatever smoke he decides to blow. ]

Does that mean they have ale here too?

[ Where comes smoke comes drinks, right? Crow would not disapprove. ]

[ ... ]

Oookay... Oh boy. Okay. Let's just... not.

[ That's it. Fate accepted. This is his life now. Cave life. ]

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