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hadriel_logs2016-09-10 09:50 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- amos kamiya,
- armand,
- bianca,
- cashmere,
- curtis everett,
- emily,
- faith carr,
- firo prochainezo,
- flick,
- frisk,
- hannah washington,
- helena,
- henry percy,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jasper,
- jo harvelle,
- maketh tua,
- mike munroe,
- miriam day,
- muscovy,
- natasha romanoff,
- papyrus,
- rashid,
- richie gecko,
- rin okumura,
- sam,
- sandor clegane,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- stanley pines,
- tiny tina,
- tyki mikk,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- wanda maximoff,
- warrick chopper
Intro Log: Don't Wake Tonberry
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Cute monsters, a way to pass the time, and plenty of newbies!
What: The intro log for September
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: September 10th-13th
Warnings: Cute monsters, a way to pass the time, and plenty of newbies!
Waking up in Hadriel certainly has its down sides, but if this weird murdercave city is good at one thing, it's keeping people entertained. As you awaken on the hard ground of the colosseum, you might see a rectangular cardboard box lying near you. Ignore it for now, as you get your bearings, but if you get bored? Well, you'll find these exciting and unique board games will keep you entertained!
But how could you possibly get bored, when there are plenty of cute monsters around to keep you company? Sharing the colosseum with all the new arrivals are Tonberries. In addition to their natural cuteness defense, they also carry very large knives. They're slow-moving and look innocent and even friendly, but be careful - one strike from that knife and you'll be a bloody mess. They won't attack unless you get too close, but who doesn't want to hug a Tonberry? And of course, if you attack, they'll counter with extreme prejudice.
Managed to resist the urge to hug a Tonberry? Safely escaped from the clutches of the colosseum, new board game in tow? 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 September 10th-13th.
► 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!
Faith Carr | open and closed prompts, will match format!
[Ookay, Faith was definitely not in a big underground arena when she started working out today!
That's the first sign something is wrong. The second is that she's not alone. Before she passed out (blacked out? blinked?), she'd been by herself in a well-lit, wide-open room. At least she's still got her quarterstaff, but... well, she's also in yoga pants and a sports bra. If she's going to be underground, she'd rather be a little more covered up, for safety reasons. (You never know what's lurking in cave walls, what's been buried for years and years, what could be out there hunting you.)
(Speaking of hunting.)
Something glints in the dim lighting. Faith tenses, recognizing right away that it's some sort of blade, and whatever's holding it is coming towards her and the person next to her.]
Stay close to me, [she tells them, moving half between them and the approaching little thing. She's all too aware that size doesn't matter when it comes to a fight.] I've got this, yeah?
[Cue small fireball in her hand. She's ready for this! We're gonna be okay!]
we are the lions - CLOSED TO KATE/
[With a battle cry, Faith unleashes what is in essence a beam of flames, clearing a path in front of her that leads to what she knows by now is an exit.]
Oy! If you're looking to get out, come here! Run!
[She's not paying attention to who she's helping, only to the fact that she's going to get everyone out of here alive. So she goes on like this, twisting this way and that as she fights off these little monsters (she saw them hurt someone real bad with just a knife!! they're really dangerous!) with fire and quarterstaff both.
Since Rosenberg's defeat, she's less concerned with hiding who she is, and as yet she's only just started to suspect this isn't home. No one has gasped "a phoenix!" yet, but that's clearly because they're too busy with trying to get out of this creepy arena, and definitely not because there's only one person in this place who can really see her, see her glow, the light that will only be extinguished when she dies.]
free of the colosseums - WILDCARD/OPEN
[Since Faith has healing powers, you can find her at the clinic.
Or in the colosseum if you need an assist.
And since she is curious and social, you can also find her in the shops or the park or even in the unrestored areas.
Don't be shy, she'll probably like you! In fact, if she sees you, she'll smile and greet you without prompting.]
BABYYYYY
and is immediately blinded. shocked into ripping them off because it's like staring into the fucking sun after months of being in the dark and her heart seems to freeze and clog up her throat all at once.
there's only one person she knows who could possibly be that glow. there are other phoenixes - a handful, if she had to guess - in the world, but Kate has watched enough powers, seen the differences between two people with the same ability, to know that only one person can possibly be the blinding sun, the exploding supernova that leaves her blinking away the light that keeps dancing in front of her eyes.
how the holy fuck is Faith Carr here?
it feels like a breath she's been holding for months has just been released after being punched in the stomach, all her muscles seem to be light and wavy, her fingers twitch. there's no way- she'd completely resigned herself to being alone here, had been convincing herself that it was better that way.
and now she's staring down the unmistakable form of Faith, pouring fire through the colosseum like only she can.
Kate's body reacts before her brain really processes any of this, and she darts towards the arena, jumping off the stands and tossing a knife at one of these... weird little things that begins its slow walk towards her friend, one of her best fucking friends-
this is weird as shit.
also, hey, Faith, guess who's just dropped in at your side? )
Long time no see.
( and guess who's still JUST AS GOOD AT SAYING I MISSED YOU AS EVER. )
EEEEEEEE
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colosseum freedom!
Dang.
He carries on with his walk, messing with his phone as he's going by a few of the shops. As he looks up, he sees a woman smiling at him and waving. He's a bit confused at first, but far be it from him to be impolite.]
Hi there. How's it going?
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Wildcard!
Turning the corner, he spies a new face an ambles up to greet the girl. When he speaks, it's with a New Orleans accent, a bit snappier than your typical Southern drawl. "Hey there, sugar. Need any help? Directions?"
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She hadn't even noticed the little armed green thing till the half-dressed girl with the staff suddenly caught fire. After that, she has all of Bianca's attention.]
You do seem to have it, yes.
[She draws her staser pistol and stands out of quarterstaff range.]
I'll just stand over here and pick off any that try and hamstring you from behind, shall I?
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wildcard!
( these dropping-in-unannounced things have been happening more and more frequently, especially following his last drop-in – which had been because he'd needed piecing back together, but that's neither here nor there – and it goes without saying that he's been frequent enough that pretty much everyone working knows him by name, if not solely by face.
with the exception of one ( 1 ) newbie. )
of course he doesn't recognize faith when he first sees her, and of course that means he has to make nice and introduce himself. ( he is the nicest moose. ) so this would be one ( 1 ) sam winchester meandering over to where she is, doing whatever it is she's doing, and offering up a small smile. )
Usually, a trip here when you're new means someone is patching you up, not the other way around. ( worst. opener. ever. sigh, sam. ) How'd you get so lucky?
/grabby hands
he is so not prepared for this
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Jill Valentine | OTA - will match format
I'll be fine. You have to stop him. Go!
That's what she told Chris moments ago. Then Jill watched as Chris and Sheva got into an elevator to follow Albert Wesker; they had to stop him before he released Oroboros across the world. Millions would die if he succeeded. Jill wanted to go with them, she really did. She wanted to pay Wesker back for the last three years of hell he'd put her through. Turning her into his science experiment. Using her body to craft his new, ultimate virus. Then making her into his mind controlled slave. She did such terrible, terrible things under his control. So many had died...
But she couldn't go with Chris. She didn't have the strength. The P30 drug injector was just ripped from her chest, leaving puncture wounds on her skin above her breast. She was free of it and its mind control effects, but after Chris and Sheva left, Jill couldn't pretend she was fine anymore. When she turned, the first few steps wobbled, her vision blurred, and she collapsed to the cold, stone ground of the castle. That's where she was, anyway, before this instant. The next time she opens her eyes the place looks kind of different.
Her eyes still have trouble focusing as she lifts her head. "Ch-Chris?" Jill groaned, closing her eyes as tight as she can to try and focus. Dammit. "What's going on?" The next time she opened her eyes it was to see a very strange sight. A little green creature slowly shuffling in her direction. She would've thought it cute if it weren't for the huge butcher knife in its hand. "Ugh... move..." Jill shook her head and pushed, trying to get up. C'mon, Valentine, get up!
Exploring the City
After getting out of the coliseum, no doubt with a bit of help, Jill's training kicked in and she went on reconnaissance. She needed to get her bearings, discover where she was, and learn more about this place. Clearly, it was full of dangers, so the more she knew the layout, the more prepared she'd be to deal with anything that came at her. After a couple of hours of walking around, she began to grow tired. And thirsty. And hungry. That's when she spotted one of the storefronts.
Jill went toward it, looking around at first to see if anyone worked there. "Hello?" When she received no response, she called again. "Hello? Anyone here?" Guess not. She didn't have any money, but she wasn't the type who liked to steal. Then again, she had scavenged plenty in the past when on a mission. It was required to restock on supplies and ammo at times when in the field. Perhaps this would be no different.
Seeing no other option, she looked through the things, some familiar, others foreign. She went for the the simplest and most familiar. A bottle of water. Quickly she opened it and began to drink, downing half of it at once. When she lowered it she gasped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then turned and took a startled step back at seeing someone there. "Oh, shit. Sorry, guess I'm kinda jumpy. It's been... a day." A hell of a day, to say the least.
Wildcard!
[Open to other starters!]
colosseum;
A brief glance backwards tells him that this woman is struggling to rise. He has one of Kate's healing cells tucked under his gauntlet, but it can only heal minor wounds.
"I will cover you; take your time. Are you hurt?"
His words are quick and to the point. His tone carries a natural sharp edge.
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@ exploring
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| matt. until dawn. open and closed.
| open
( he wakes with a start, the painful sensation of something very hard and very not a bed digging into his spine. actually. nothing here is right. for one thing, he'd been on a mountain, where cold and snow reigns, and this-
this is not a mountain. this isn't even close to it.
Matt pushes himself up, scrambles to his feet, and glances down at the thing that was digging into his back-
why was there a board game on the floor? and why was he on the floor?
oh god, he's getting a headache already. ) Em? Emily?
( where is she? they were just on their way to the fire tower, to call for help. she isn't here. shit.
and speaking of things that deserve the expletive shit, there's a tonberry right at your feet, Matt. )
Wha--? WHOA. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.
( hell no. he has played Final Fantasy, he is getting the fuck out of there. sorry if he happens to run into you while making a beeline away from the little devil. )
( outside the colosseum )
| open
( okay, so Tonberries in video games? scary. Tonberries IRL? WAY WORSE. Matt's currently limping out of the colosseum, holding his hand to his thigh, pressing down on a stab wound to stop it from bleeding out.
but he's also very lightheaded, and might just end up collapsing against the colosseum wall, breathing heavily.
help?
maybe after he's had that wound seen to, you can find him wandering the perimeter again, trying to figure out where he is and get some bearings on the situation. )
( wandering )
| closed to emily
( the arrival moves fast - Tonberries, escaping, injury and now-
now he's just trying to learn more about this place, starting from the colosseum and wandering into one of the nearby streets. there's still no sign of Emily, or Chris, or Ashley. no one from home at all, as a matter of fact, but he was just with these guys so what happened?
man, he hopes his letterman jacket is an ID sign, hopes that maybe they'll find him as he turns down yet another street. )
( ud house )
| closed to ud cast
( Matt does, eventually, escape Emily's bed. not that he was complaining about being in Emily's bed, but a guy has to go to the toilet eventually, you know? so, in nothing but boxers - because what is remembering to get fully dressed when all you're doing is dashing to the toilet - he scarpers through the hall to the bathroom.
sorry if you saw that.
or maybe, a while later, you'll find him - clothed, this time - in the kitchen, trying to piece together something that counts as food. )
( wildcard )
( run into Matt while he's wandering the city, maybe? or come at me with anything else. )
AGGRESSIVE CRYING EMOTE
They all say they have no control over the Door, but she wonders if maybe they're keeping Matt out on purpose. It would definitely be a fitting punishment for the girl who treated him like shit when she had him at her side.
She's wallowing when she sees that familiar jacket disappear down a street corner, so she doesn't believe it for that first second. Then comes a flash of hope, so strong she can't force it back down.]
Matt?
[Matt.
It's probably not him, she tells herself, but she has to make sure.
She starts at a quick walk, then a jog as she reaches the corner where she thinks she saw him, and when she peers down the street, her heart almost stops.]
Matt. Matt!
[She runs for him, her chest tight, tears stinging at her eyes and starting to blur her vision. Forget being composed, forget bottling up her emotions. It's Matt, it's definitely, absolutely Matt, and she has been wishing for this for months.
The moment she reaches him, she'll throw her arms around him, clutching that ugly letterman jacket and holding him as tight as she can.]
SCREAMS
/CONTINUES UGLY SOBBING
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are you ready
hell yis
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outside the coliseum
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ud house
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r u even ready
no one is ready for this.
yeah no, they really aren't
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outside!
SCREEEE :D
:D :D :D
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wildcard??
yeeee-
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ud house, kitchen
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beth washington ( open + closed )
open ~ around the city
UD house b efore she goes exploring
It shouldn't be so much of a shock to see her, after Hannah, but it still is. A good, albeit complicated shock, but still a shock.]
Beth, um... Hey.
[He manages to offer a weak but genuine smile; it's been a really long time.]
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L O L
no dont u dare
i dare
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you seemed like you needed a moose
aww man i was hoping for a deer
so sorry, only moose here
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City
around the city.
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Satan | OTA
[ Satan sure arrived completely naked to the arena; everything is very fuzzy ad the last thing he remembers is dying - actual death, not just some fake mirage his Father gave him while he was stuck in Hell. He remembers the Gods of Asgard draining his life and he remembers falling into sleep. Well - not sleep. Death.
How long has it been? He doesn't know, but he is not in hell, so what happened? Did they send him somewhere else as punishment? Was the world reborn? Was the world killed?
he'd continue to question but as Satan stands up in all of his naked glory, he sees cardboard games? Why? Why did they give him those and why did anyone think he'd care. His first reaction is actually to kick the things before he starts walking, passing by what it looks like a mutated toad. At first, he wonders if it's a demon, but he realizes that no, it doesn't feel like one - it feels like something different.
And with that, the realization that his powers are back dawn on him. He shakes his wings for a moment and looks down at his own hand, focusing for a moment, until a ball of energy forms at his palm.
Perfect. This will make things a lot easier. ]
Leaving the arena
[ Satan sure is still naked. Mostly because he doesn't have a reason not to be. While he can easily come up with clothes, he hasn't been in this place enough to know if anyone would care about some naked person. Most likely they do, but look, it's Satan. Why would he care?
However, he decides he won't be walking and instead uses his levitation powers to rise above the ground and just fly around the city, watching the layout. You might notice a naked angel with way too many wings flying above your head; feel free to call him over.
if not, he will eventually land near the bridge with a bored expression on his face. This place is way too small ]
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He's kind of distanced from the bridge -- no thank you, river -- so he raises his voice as well as his hand.]
Um. Do you want to borrow my coat? I...have two.
Warrick Chopper | open.
[Naturally cute green things, huh? THAT'S HIM. He even has the knife, though his is considerably thinner. He approaches one of the tonberries on his own, seeing how numerous they are and assuming they're the residents, which means that he spends a good while healing up his stomach wound and seeing if there's anyone else similarly attacked. Of course, Warrick's pretty wary, now, and sometimes seems to almost look through people in his search for some familiar faces.]
I am Warrick Chopper -- I can help you. I'm a healer.
[ board, bored, and scored ]
[Miraculously, and for a reason he can't really articulate, he managed to pick up a Lie, Cheat, and Steal box during his time in the arena.]
That definitely is how you do it...
[Ah, good times. Except they were really bad times and if he had his heart, he's sure he would feel it tighten uncomfortably at the memory and the knowledge that...he's not near Emma or Ozma. And he stole(?) this game! That's pretty wicked! Was he already falling into old habits...?
Lips pressed thinly together, he runs one set of gloved fingers over the game's title, and uses his other hand to slide his black masquerade mask up into his hair. The burns didn't hurt so much, but they were still burns, and new ones at that. Going around using his magic to heal himself and others left him feeling even more helpless to the situation.
But the burns weren't totally bad. They made all this feel real -- which was scary -- but they served as a reminder that the rest of his day had been real, too.]
Where is everyone...
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[come and get it]
[wildcard! colosseum]
But with all these little green critters... well Warrick might not have a knife and lantern, but he's green, and that's probably close enough for fun. So while navigating the colosseum there's one more threat for Warrick to be wary of: an old man with an axe and a smile, heading quite deliberately down the corridor towards him. Could be a friend at first glance, but the way he raises the axe as he gets closer suggests he might have something else in mind.]
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lying cheating and a dash of stealing
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board - sorry about the login fail, looks like my lj juggler broke without telling me
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Simon Tam | open for your healing needs
So here's Simon, just outside the coliseum entrance, looking for wounded to help or direct to the clinic. Wrapped around one arm is what looks to be a slightly ragged medic band, the large red cross on it a universal symbol of assistance.]
doctor, meet phoenix
As if she could fly, like the creature whose name is her designation.]
Do you need a hand? I'm a healer. A magic one. [She clarifies that after the briefest of pauses, because she's learned now that people here aren't shocked here by that sort of thing, and that only Kate knows she's a phoenix and what that means.]
sorry for him in both ways
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i'm not sorry
me neither ok
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Flick | Open
And then there was the weird things with knifes. Looked kind of cute, but looks were very deceiving. Especially when they carried knives. Pushing himself up and dusting himself off, Flick looked around, and then picked a direction, doing his best to avoid the knives and find a way out. And maybe some answers. And figure out why he was surrounded by humans?
But first, Flick had something he had to say.
"No." He addressed no one in particular, whoever was pulling the puppet strings here. He had his own ideas of who that was. "Whatever you want, the answer is no. I will not cooperate."
Re: Flick | Open
With a sword hanging off her side and a few knives strapped around as well, her short frame looks surprisingly cluttered.
She hears someone addressing...well, she isn't sure who, but she pops into the arena and heads for the first person she sees.
"Are you okay?"
Re: Flick | Open
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Helena | OTA
"Sestra Allison?" she called out. "Donnie?"
As she looked around and saw where she was, Helena did not think they were going to answer. She pulled out the knife that she always kept on her belt - once Maggie Chen's knife, now hers - and held it ready.
Had Sarah betrayed her again? No. No, Helena knew she wouldn't. Sarah and Kira and Allison and Cosima and even Mrs S were her family now, they loved her and would protect her and her baby. Helena just knew it.
But she was somewhere strange. She walked over to a box that was nearby, it said Pie Face Game. That sounded like fun but Helena did not have time for games right now.
"Where am I?" she yelled out, to any sneaky guards that might be nearby, watching. Dirty Paul was dead and the Marks too but she knew there were still people out there who wanted to hurt her and her baby.
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He continued on, his voice containing the dreamy quality better suited for storytelling than explaining. "You will not find a way back to where you were before. The gods have seen to that."
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Tiny Tina | Open!
[ What in the shit boiling hell was this place?! Had Tina somehow gone through a Vault without realising it? The possibility of that happening was there after all. She didn't recognise anything or anyone. However, that box of game's could very well be the treasure within. What? Shittier crap had turned up in Vault's before, believe me.
Rummaging through the various boardgames, glee in her eyes and feet wiggling with excitement where she sat. ]
Aww yis! Gonna gits me some o'deez! Bitches must be cray-cray tossin out fiiiine elegant ware's such as these.
[ As Tina mumbled a little made up song under her breath, (something about 'cards and hoes') she was completely oblivious to the little, lurking Tonberrie that had slinked up behind her. Lantern in one hand, butcher's knife in the other.
Finally turning to face one another, their eyes wide and offsetting... The Tonberries too. Wild West cowboy music played and a tumbleweed rolled behind them as the sun was setting- Wait, no, that was all just in Tina's head. ]
Oh-hiii!!
[ Tina screamed, waving her free hand in greeting. The odd little turtle-dude simply stated, unblinking and totally lame. ]
Ooooookay well, you're totally rude or 'tarded but dats okay gurl, dats how yas roll, I get'it! Don't say another word. Shooooosh. Tina's gotcha. I shall call you Enrique the 2nd and I shall keep you forever and you'll be mine M'KAY? KAY!
[ Reaching out, so that she could take the dirty turt by the hand though, when she was close enough, the damn thing tried to swipe at her fingers with that large knife. Tina, of course, pulled back, pouted at bit then pulled out a pink camouflage patterned gun from her backpack. Taking aim at the gormless green idiot's face and screaming FETCH!! before pulling the trigger, sending a grenade flying towards it's face. ]
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[ Rummaging through trash cans and rubbish in the streets, outside of stores and shops. At first glance it could possibly look like the child was a hungry, helpless, homeless girl just looking for her next meal. In fact, Tina was trying to find something to pick a lock with, so that she could break into a locked stall she was convinced would have a vending machine in it. ]
Oh my GOD!!! If I don't get in there already I'll DIE!!! I'll die the worst kind of dying... The deadly death kind of dead you get from DYING!!
[ Kicking garbage around, punching a few trash cans and generally being a bit of a brat, Tina huffed, grunted and made various frustrated sounds before falling flat on her back among the rubbish. ]
Goodbye cruel world. May the Crumpocalypse claim your first born... Ugh. Ded.
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This, however, is the first kid that's been louder than your average mouse about it.
Hope you don't mind skeletons, Tina, because there's a rather squat one standing about a foot behind you, watching with a mixture of amusement and thinly-concealed interest.]
You know, if you keep goin' like that, those garbage cans are gonna garbage can't.
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Jasper | Steven Universe | ota
[When Jasper wakes up she's immediately on all fours, eye wide. Her eyes go to her hands, and she raises one to stare at the unblemished skin of her fingers. The unfamiliar area goes ignored for a few moments as she processes the fact that she's no longer corrupted.
Then she jumps to her feet, scanning the area for any familiar figures.]
Rose.
[There's no sign of the dark-haired boy form that her enemy had taken. Surely if anyone was going to try and heal her it would be them. Her fists clench at her side as she starts to get angry in her confusion.
Only now does she notice the box. What is this, a gift?
She upturns it, spilling its contents all over the ground. The smaller boxes fall open, game pieces falling out right and left. Prying through them reveals nothing of interest and she eventually takes a swipe at the whole mess, leaving the scattered game bits behind and heading toward the exit.
The small, green creature in her path isn't spared her ire.]
Get out of the way!
[She aims quite the kick at the little tonberry, only to have it dodged at the last moment, sending her tumbling onto her backside.]
housing? communication?
[Gems don't need to sleep. A house would be a waste of space and she has absolutely no interest in staying around any of the other inhabitants of this place. Jasper herself has few possessions and doesn't need a whole building or even a room to store them in.
Across the river southeast of the generator is a ruined bridge. If it can't be crossed, it's useless, meaning there's little reason for anyone else to be there. This will be a good enough spot to return to if need be.
She leaves it behind after she's satisfied, heading for the first large building in sight. The gem brings out her communication device and it looks very small in her large hands. It's nothing like anything she's used to using on Homeworld and she finds herself once more squinting at is as she tries to understand how it functions.]
Coliseum
As he makes his way over to her, he keeps his knife in his right hand and watches the tonberry out of the corner of his eye--he doesn't know if it'll attack, but he doesn't trust any of the creatures here. He offers her his left hand.]
You need a hand?
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you wanna call the tdm thread canon?
I think I'll say no? Just because it involved an event she wasn't technically here for.
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Stanley Pines | OTA
[ Stan rubs the back of his head as he wakes up on the hard ground, too bleary eyed to really see where he is or what's going on at first. The cataracts don't help. ]
Ouch... We've really gotta get new mattresses.
[ He blinks a couple of times and his surroundings come into focus. ]
Wait.
[ Unless Ford did some major redecorating overnight, this definitely isn't the Stan O' War II. Stan frowns and stands up. ]
I've gotta be dreaming. I'll just pinch myself and wake up!
[ He pinches himself, but of course, he doesn't wake up. ]
Uh. Okay. Let's try that again.
[ Ouch. Nope. Didn't work. ]
...Is it so much to ask for somethin' in my life to go right just once?
[ Time to find a way out of here. Wherever here is.
Easier said than done. ]
B. Lookalike
[ So there's people besides him in this weird colosseum. He's not sure if that's comforting or concerning. Is there a reason they've all been brought here? Did some kind of powerful alien round them all up to use as playthings? Will they be expected to fight each other to the death? Eh, whatever the case, there's someone he needs to find. He'll be approaching random people and asking them something along the lines of: ]
Hey, you. Yeah, you, with the face. Have you seen a guy who looks almost exactly like me, except less handsome?
[ If he's here, Ford's got to be here too, right...?
I only just got him back, I can't lose him again. ]
C. Tonberry
[ Stan's not really the kind of guy who hugs cute creatures
that aren't his niece's pet pig, and only in secret, so he's not compelled to go risk facing the business end of the Tonberry's knife. Instead, he finds himself... conversing with it? ]You'd make a good attraction for the Mystery Shack if I were still runnin' it. I mean, maybe if I stuffed you. Can't have you stabbing people. Causes lawsuits. Messy business.
[ The Tonberry stares at him, unblinking. ]
Can you cut that out? You're giving me the heebie-jeebies.
[ It continues staring... ]
Eugh.
D. Relevant To His Interests
"Lie, Cheat, and Steal"?
[ Stan whistles. ]
You're speaking my language. I'll be taking this... Dunno if I'm filching it, but I sure hope I am!
[ He'll bring it home and play it with Ford. Because he's definitely not going to be stuck here for long. There's just no way, right? ]
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Richie Gecko | OTA
[Richie wakes with a jolt, panting heavily while lying on his back. He quickly pulls himself to his feet, head darting to look from over shoulder to shoulder for what happens next. A hand slips into his suit jacket to withdraw his knife. He flicks the blade from the bone handle while wide eyed and alert.
Monsters are expected. Something with long fangs and strong claws. What arrives instead makes Richie's face fall first, followed with a look of disgust. Eyes squint behind his glasses and his nose scrunches while lines deepen around his mouth. It's cute.
He doesn't trust it. This has to be a trick. Immediately after his eyes fall on the heavy knife in the Tonberry's hand. He knew it.
Richie charges forward with his own knife, landing the first blow into the Tonberry's soft innards. He manages another stab while the Tonberry lifts its own arm to strike. His mind quickly shifts to defense, using one of his long arms to push the Tonberry's knife wielding hand over his head.
He's not sure if there's anyone else around, but if there is they'd better get their ass out here to help.]
B. At the Temples
[After escaping the Tonberry Richie sets out to find some means of escape. He has to get back to Seth. His brother needs him, probably in the middle of a fight right now with no one to back him up.
Richie walks with a quick but lumbering pace, tall frame making heavy footsteps. When he finds himself facing the temples he stops. They're interesting from an architectural standpoint, and he finds himself drawn to the dark one that seems to want to keep people out. But they're temples, and like hell is he going to go inside and worship anything.]
Horseshit.
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The bad part is that they're surprisingly sturdy little creatures and that first shot doesn't seem to be quite enough to kill this one. It shakes the lantern, and at about the same time that the blue-white aura of Karma erupts from the lantern, the same magical effect flares up around Sato. He gets off a another shot, yes, but only a half-second before he crumples to the ground, dead almost instantly.
Just give him a couple seconds now...]
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Dorian Pavus | OTA
At least he had his staff this time, though looking around he felt a momentary pang that his cat Princess wasn't there. She really was never going to forgive him now. He hoped someone would take care of her, it wasn't the poor thing's fault that this kept happening to him.
He sat up, taking stock of his situation. The same clothes he had been wearing since that blasted light had taken him and Cullen to Imladris, his shoes much the worse for wear after all that walking, and his staff. At least he still had the makeshift pack strapped to his back with water, food, the books, and the now exceedingly useless map of Arda. He took in both the Tonberries and, when he was tempted to approach them, the very large knives they carried, and decided to leave well enough alone. Time to figure out what was going on here, and figure out who was in charge.
Which is how a very un-Dorian-looking Dorian ended up wandering the streets of Hadriel. He hadn't been able to cut his hair or properly shave in at least two weeks, and he felt absolutely filthy. He stopped, looking up at the roof high overhead, his brow creased in thought. Time to find someone who had any idea what was going on. Whatever happened to ridiculously powerful kidnappers being around to explain their plans anymore? It seemed like common courtesy.
He leaned on his staff for a moment, regarding a toppled over tower, though he turned to someone (you!) standing, or perhaps just walking nearby. His sigh is annoyed "One of these days I'm going to properly lecture whoever keeps doing this. It's extremely rude."
[OOC: Feel free to come up with your own prompt, I'll roll with either format]
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He wasn't lounging about; when he left the house, it was always for a reason, and while he would normally note the presence of someone new and simply move on, the content of what the stranger said stopped him. 'Keeps doing this', is it? Near knows that this sort of thing can indeed happen multiple times; his own presence here is a result of that.
"An old hand at this, are you?"
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ASKDKFKSHS WAIT WHAT WHERE DID YOU COME FROM
From the aether I have come and to it I will return
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Rin Okumura | Open
Rin's starting to get the hang of this. Not that it took much. Fighting monsters is easy peasy! Rin might be clueless when it comes to just about everything else in Hadriel, but he's got fighting down to his usual science. He's fearless when it comes to getting hurt, and he heals quickly, which he uses to his advantage frequently. These little creatures, though... Sure enough, he's fooled for a moment, as he reaches out to pet it and...
"Holy shit!" he yells out, more in shock than in pain as his arm gets gashed wide open. Guess that's what the knife is for... jeez. He manages to ignore the blood as he grips his sword handle, but... before he pulls it, he notices just how slow these things move. The Hell?
Getting hit by one of these Tonberries might suck for a second, he'll heal in moments; They sure don't look dangerous. But, they're small game. Not much to have to defend the newbies from. He doesn't even have to draw his sword to fight them. He kind of just bops them with his sheathed blade. He takes out a few in the name of helping anyone who might be defenseless, but overall, he doesn't feel very useful here. Just his luck... It's actually pretty pitiful to kill these things. Oh, well, as long as you're good, right?
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Bored with those annoyingly cute Tonberries and not really having to help anyone, Rin takes more of a look around the city. Something... anything has got to be more exciting than that was.
"Guess these monsters aren't demons after all. I couldn't talk to them like I can with Kuro," he says rather idly to no one in particular. It felt more like a mass mutilation than a fight with a monster, though. He almost feels bad for having to kill some of those things. Guess it can't be helped.
He gives a frustrated sigh as he wanders around, trying to find something different to do. Maybe he should go to the bar again? That place kind of caught his attention since he first got here. The people are pretty cool, too.
Just as he's lost in his own little world, he hears a noise nearby. Instantaneously, he turns to face it, gripping the hilt of his sword instinctively. Maybe it's an actual demon? Or maybe another of those creatures from earlier. In any case, he's on guard and his face is firmly set.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
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"Woah, hey, buddy. Nothin' to get rattled about."
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papyrus - ota
[Papyrus has already been in and out of the colosseum by now, but he's doubled back because there are plenty of people here and that means he is more likely to find someone he knows. The second time around, he's taking more interest in the boxes that are strewn about.
Pie Face? That sounds like exactly the kind of game Sans would love! Papyrus picks that one up first, humming to himself as he collects various board games, completely distracted from the surrounding Tonberries. The next one he grabs, though, is right next to one of the little creatures.
What a cute little one! Papyrus sets down his accumulated boxes to squat onto its level and reach out a hand for it to shake.]
Hello! Nice to meet you!! I am Papyrus!
[A pause. The tonberry slowly takes a step toward him, brandishing the knife. No response.]
Oh! You, hmm, you don't talk very much, do you? [Didn't Sans say something about... monsters-but-not-monsters that don't talk? But this little one couldn't possibly be one of those! It's just so cute! While he's distracted ruminating on this, the Tonberry takes the opportunity to stab his outstretched arm with its giant butcher knife.
The knife goes right through his bones.
Right between his radius and ulna. It mostly misses, scraping between his bones ever so slightly. Papyrus jumps and yanks his arm away. Yeah, okay, so it really is a not-monster!]
Um!!! I'm not allowed to talk to you, so! Nevermind!!! Bye!!!
[And he quickly walks away.
Then doubles back to get his stack of board games and power walks away once again.]
out and about - wildcard
[Now that he gets a good look at the place, it seems like the general shabbiness and architectural weirdness is misleading. People really have a little community here! There's a human clinic, and frequently-restocked shops...
Papyrus can be found taking stock of every nook and cranny of the city, giving not-monsters a wide berth while he marches with purpose to explore and take note of every little detail. He's got to be thorough!!]
colosseum!!!!!!
He'd woken up to find the place as messy as before.
Don't matter if the dream was prophetic, or whatever the hell. He doesn't care. Because he's here now, and he's real.
He also definitely almost got stabbed by one of these little bumbling things, which is -
Yeah, okay! He's not going there! That has way too many bad memories that he is not touching with a ten-foot pole, ha-ha! He'll focus on his brother. His tall, rambunctious, alive brother who's here this time, really here, for real.
He tries not to let the relief crack across his voice as he crosses the space between the pair of them, moving faster than he's possibly ever moved in his life.]
Papyrus?
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out and about! (also totally up to you if you want their little tdm thread to be canon)
im gonna go with no just cause papyrus already said he hasnt seen frisk yet to someone!!
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[Polnareff wakes with a jerk, limbs flailing as he bolts upright. Almost immediately a creature springs up next to him, helmeted head turning from side to side in tandem with Polnareff's own. Nothing presents themselves immediately as a threat, but Polnareff still leaps to his feet, as above him the creature brandishes his sword.
The Tonberries are given a vaguely interested stare, but so long as none of them wander close, Polnareff is content to just stare for now. They're weird, no doubt about it, but they don't seem to be much of a threat.
If you catch his gaze, he'll eye you for a moment before taking a step forward, calling out to you.]
C'mere for a second, yeah?
II, Coliseum, 9/10, closed to
[He's been up and about for nearly an hour before he spots Abdul.
Or, well: before he spots a man who, from the back, look a little like Abdul. It's not him. It's a tall figure in red with dark hair, but that's not unusual. It's not him; it's an illusion. A trick of the light. He's looking for the right details in the wrong places, because the man twenty feet ahead of him is someone else. Abdul is dead. Polnareff knows that for an absolute fact.
And yet he strides over too quickly, closing the distance between them, his heart echoing hard in his ears. It's not him, but Polnareff will never stop wondering if he doesn't check.]
Hey. Hey!
III. Wild Card, 9/10 - 13
[Mostly, Polnareff will be wandering. With Silver Chariot floating behind him, with Abdul safely and suddenly returned to him, Polnareff looks around his new surroundings with fascinated interest. This can't possibly be a permanent residence, it can't be-- but for now, he's content to stay put.
The temples, the apartments, even the monsters get an interested glance. He's more than a decent fighter; maybe you'll catch him teasing one of those creatures, baiting it into a fight just to see what it'll do. More likely, you're the one that interests him, though: catch his eye and he'll come over, striking up a conversation.]
Hey! You new here too?
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No. [Henry's gaze quickly strays to the figure floating behind. Little wonder, since Henry himself wears full plate armour and mail, from gorget to sabatons.] Be that... some manner of enchanted armour?
[It has eyes, but they appear to be the only actual body part, so he has no idea what to class it as. All that's clear is that it is accompanying this man.]
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mohammad abdul | ota
ii. caves :: hiding from the sun
iii. library :: but it came out
iv. exploring ( apartments & shops, sept 11-13 ) :: & it shot its rays down
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sam | until dawn | open + closed | prose or brackets
... This is just not OK.
Sam wakes with a start, heart already pounding as she bolts to her feet, still in flight mode, pushing herself into movement against the loud protests of her sore, tense muscles. She's fairly certain the blast she detonated in the lodge was enough to stop the remaining wendigos from continuing their pursuit, but her brain hasn't yet acknowledged that she's safe - which is probably a good thing, considering that this isn't the mountain, the burning lodge is nowhere in sight, and there are other things afoot.
The board games scattered along the ground get only a cursory glance; the tonberries are a much bigger, more immediate threat. Sam doesn't know what they are, exactly - they're not people, and they're not wendigos, but that doesn't narrow down the pool of possibilities much - but she's not keen on sticking around to find out.
"You have got to be kidding," she mutters, and takes off toward the nearest available exit.
another line without a hook (citywide; open).
Well. This isn't the mountain, but that doesn't help Sam determine where she is, either. Once she's safely (ha) outside the coliseum's walls, her pace slows to more of a dazed wander than a run, and she probably cuts quite a figure as she makes her way through the city's streets - bruised, bloodied, singed, with that headlamp still turned on and strapped to her head.
Any passersby are met with a slightly apologetic smile and a single question: "Hey - mind helping a lost girl out?"
you said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed (ud house; closed to ud cast).
Eventually, Sam makes her way to the house where her friends - her very much alive friends - are located. Woozy with adrenaline and still only half-believing this is real, she inhales a deep breath and knocks firmly on the front door and waits to be admitted. Once inside, her greeting is simple: a wave; a hesitant smile; a quiet "Hey, guys."
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Which of course means that he's going to try to help her in any way he can. ( Resident handy-moose to the rescue, or some such nonsense. ) He meets that apologetic smile with one of his own, open and friendly in a way that makes him entirely approachable. "Sure. Where are you trying to go?"
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curtis everett ⇀ open ⇀ cw: blood/death
[The two eyes above his nose show him he's not on the train anymore. Good common sense tells him he's somewhere new. Somewhere the train never passed in the eighteen years he'd been on it.
Curtis isn't an idiot, but he's lost a lot of blood and the majority of an arm. Not to mention the cut on the back of his hand and every fucking where else he'd banged up on the trip to the front is close to laying him low. He puts two and two together and he knows to get moving. Find out what's going on or find a doctor because a piece of cloth wrapped around where his forearm and hand used to be won't work for long.]
Excuse me. [He's out of the colosseum, arm tucked up against his side.] Can you point me in the direction of a hospital? If not, can you tell me what the fuck is going on?
⇀ two: where'd it all go
[There's no snow and a day ago, he'd have thought he'd want that. Now, yeah, he's not so sure. It's warmer, and he could go without his jacket and hat, not that he's going to, but no snow simply reminds him that he'd died and this is some kind of hell. It's definitely not up, cause Curtis isn't a north traveling man.
He does need a place to stay and the locals point him in the direction he needs to go. Apartments, they tell him. Spire two, and there's three bedrooms and that's too much space for one person. The culture shock of it all doesn't keep him holed up in one of the rooms, though, because he needs to know what's going on.
Time to visit the neighbors.]
I'm Curtis. [He forgets to stick a hand out in greeting, it's been a long time since manners were needed.] How long have you been here?
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two.
The ones that call out louder without them knowing, the pain like a raw wound that she cannot quite overlook.
She has one nearby, a neighbor -- how he hates himself -- and she smiles and holds out her hand to shake because that's what she does. ] I'm Jean. Jean Grey. I've been here a couple of months.
[ She's quiet, contemplating him briefly. ] Are you okay? [ No, he isn't, but it doesn't hurt to ask. ]
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