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Intro Log: HOLY F^K THAT'S A F&KI%G DRAGON

Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for October
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: October 10th-13th
Warnings: New faces, new greeting posts, and dragons. What's more to want?

If your first thought upon waking up on the cold, hard ground of Hadriel's very own Colosseum is 'maybe I partied too hard last night', one, Delight would love you and two, you're wrong. Or- maybe you did, but that's not why you're here. Instead, you wake up with the same clothes you were wearing when you were last home, but surrounded by very different people. So, make some friends! Might as well voice your confusion and concern and show the technologically unsavvy of you how to operate these fancy new phones, right? Just be sure not to trip over these odd bags of chips on your way to greet your fellow man.

Don't spend too much time out in the open, though. There are monsters about, and not quite the usual ones. This month, Hadriel is bringing in four dragons, each with their own unique abilities and raidboss-esque stamina. They'll be terrorizing the city until someone puts them down- maybe that someone is you! Maybe you should, uh, actually hide. They're hungry and territorial and mean and they're definitely out for a good meal. Check out our OOC post for more information, as well as who will be eventually killing the beasts!

But hey, once you escape from the dragons, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies.

New, as of October's intro log is a Newcomer's guide that installs itself by default on every activated phone. Thanks, Mello!

Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!

► This log covers October 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!

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Dragons. Fucking... dragons. As if all the rest of it wasn't enough, now there had to be dragons, and they were wreaking havoc. The soldier had never faced any one thing as big or as dangerous as a fucking dragon, so he'd been making sure certain people weren't being idiots and running straight into things without backup while also trying to figure out how exactly to attack giant goddamn dragons.

As he was watching them, he heard some man yelling a name, and... sure enough, there he was, a clearly distressed man hugging a dog. Crying. In the middle of the street. Just as a dragon was starting to head their way.

Cursing softly beneath his breath, he stormed out to the man and grabbed him by the back of the collar and unceremoniously hauled him to his feet.

"Time for that later, it's not safe in the street."

Grip still firm on the back of his shirt, he was ready to pull the stranger right out of the street and to safety if he didn't start moving.

"NO! Winston! Let me go!"

Will hadn't seen the man approaching him from behind, he hadn't even really taken notice of what was being said to him, all he could focus on was the fact that he was being ripped away from his beloved friend. As Will was yanked up and back, Winston's top lip curled up and a low snarl left his jaws, hunching down and looking like he would pounce that is, until he noticed the Dragon landing and stalking along the streets. It was then, that he yelp, tail between his legs and came sulking beside the strangers legs.

Struggling to get free, Will put up a pathetic fight until even Winston succumb to the situation. Trying to turn, to see who was pulling him and why? Will felt back behind him with his hands, flailing some, yet he soon freezes upon the cool touch of metal against his fingertips. Just who or what was holding him?

He went silent, still and nodded slowly. He'd comply, he didn't know how else to react.

He was strong enough that it didn't really matter how much the stranger struggled. The dog didn't seem to pose much of a problem either. All that mattered was getting the three of them to safety.

Some more tugging and he finally let the stranger down in a building far enough away from the chaos, at least for the time being. His hands free, he scoped out the building and the exits, looked outside for a moment, then came back to look down at the man and his dog.

"Take it you just got here."

As soon as he was set down in a questionably safer environment, Will scooped his dog back up into his arms again. It was a comfort and Lord only knows he needed one right about now.

Unsure if the man was going to return, Will too scoped out where the exits could be, if he had to, he'd run for it. The man who'd saved them had a strange feel about him, Will couldn't quite get a feel on him and it was unsettling.

Deciding it was best to stay in place, will dried at his eyes with the ends of his shirt, Winston licking his face trying to help. When the man returned, Will straightened his back up against the wall, turning his head aside and averting his gaze as he was spoken to.

"I'm not sure..." Will didn't know if he'd been here in a dream before, but something about it felt familiar.

He huffed out a soft sigh of frustration.

"Yeah. Just got here." He looked the man up and down. "You have any weapons?" His tone of voice made it clear he was asking out of curiosity, even concern, rather than any thought that his new acquaintance might pose a threat to him.

Keeping his head low and averting his gaze, he was already feeling unsettled and broken, so when this, this man started ordering him around, Will started to shut down. It was best to not let any one in, show no cinque in the armor so to speak.

"I had a pistol... she took it." Frowning, feeling at his sides where his gun would have normally been holstered. That was right, when he'd been here for just a few fleeting moments, Maketh had taken his gun from him in the interest of safety.

He grunted, frowned.

"Pistol wouldn't do much good against dragons anyway. Not sure what will." He shifted his weight, then sighed deeply and slid to the floor, keeping one eye out the door. He was tired. He didn't get tired easily, but all this running around... he didn't know how to fight these dragons, and that was... terrifying, really. He was made to fight, made to kill, and here he was, unable to do either of those things.

So he had to reevaluate the mission. If it wasn't kill, what was it? Reconnaissance? Protecting the civilians? That was probably the best he could do.

He looked back over at the stranger and his dog. More softly, he asked, "what's your name?"

When the man slipped down the wall and came to a halt, Will turned his full attention to him. As he seemed partly distracted in thought, Will took a chance to look him in the face. Eyes were a tricky business, they gave so much away without giving enough away at the same time. Still, he took the risk and watch the man's face in every little detail.

Will noticed things that other might not have picked up on, such as the sadness, regret, frustration and an overwhelming sense of being lost. Who was this man anyway? Looking over his attire, taking note of how he almost looked like someone who wanted to blend in and vanish. Interesting.

Snapping out of it as he was spoken to, Will instantly looked away, avoiding any immediate eye contact. " My name is Will... And I believe there might be a way to bait or possibly trap the Dragons, at least."

Unaware of the analysis being done on him, he turned his attention from outside back to Will, tilting his head a little, considering him.

"What's that?"

Bait... trapping... it was a good idea, if it could be pulled off. If there was something they could use as bait, a trap big enough.

That was Will's problem, he was always analysing, he couldn't stop it even if he wanted, it was why he had very few friends or whatever the closest thing to a friend was anyway.

Taking a breath and talking as if he was having to force the words out. Stumbled and breathy. " In fiction, Dragons are proud and majestic creatures. They horde gems, jewels and gold. They also find any other living being to be inferior."

Taking a moment to scruff up behind Winston's ears as the dog, seeming the most relaxed out of the three, panted happily, without a care in the world.

"We have a few options. Appeal to its avarice nature and bait it in with riches and finery. Or we could treat it with the respect it feels it deserves. Offer it sacrifices of goats or cows. Something big and meaty."

He listened, and frowned as he thought. It seemed like Will was scared, though whether it was of the dragons or him, he didn't know. Not that it particularly mattered. People should be scared of him.

"Big and meaty wouldn't be a problem." There were monsters in the caves that fit the bill, and he could kill those no problem.

Will feared both the Dragon and the man before him. Something sung in Will's mind, like a bells ring echoing in the belfry up high. A warning that he normally got when around those who kill and maim. Though, if Bucky were to have done something, he would have done it before now, back when Will was out in the street, vulnerable.

"Then so need not, the Dragon."

The chances of his plan working were slim, he was thinking fast and thinking to save his own skin.

"So we give it meat. Then what?"

This was nothing like a handler giving orders, but it felt more right than having to come up with the overall plan himself. He wasn't supposed to give himself the mission, he was supposed to take it from someone else. And while Will wasn't the sort of person he usually took orders from, he had the air of someone who was familiar with coming up with plans. So he was willing to listen.

Will laughed a little, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing a little to rid himself of a growing headache.

"Then... Then we tempt something bigger with the Dragon as bait. Always a bigger fish out there, one moment your the preditor, next your a shinning lure. I say we go Godzilla verses Mothra here, let the big boys battle it out."

So this man must have been some kind of military worker? The way he asked questions and listened to Will when he spoke? That was good, really, not exactly FBI but close enough and Will could work with close enough.

He snorted at that, and then sighed and shook his head.

"They're the biggest things here. By far." Irritated, he picked at a thread in his pants, and then looked back outside. "I've seen everything else that's here. Nothing bigger than the dragons."

Will took a moment to digest that. In lieu of there being another huge monster out there, then Will had to think up another plan. It didn't take long however.

"Then, if we have no bigger fish, we find several small fish who think themselves to be big."

Looking at Bucky, watching him pick at the thread like a dog worrying on a bone. He was troubled and more so than just this situation. Winston stretched out, chewed at the pad of his own paw before padding over to the man and sniffing at his hands. Will watched cautiously.

He glanced at the dog. He watched it for a moment, then opened his hands, turning them over and letting the dog sniff them, both flesh and metal. He was quiet, still, but he was thinking over the proposition.

"Better to keep them in the caves, I think," he said quietly. It wasn't his place to give opinions on a handler's plan, but Will wasn't a handler, and it wasn't that great a plan, honestly.

Furthermore, his place had become increasingly unclear as time went on in the caves.

Winston tipped his head aside and gave a few soft little licks to Bucky's metal hand, Will watched curiously, he was dying to ask about it, but thought better of it. It wasn't his place to ask such a personal question. Still... He couldn't help himself.

"Happen here, did it?" Motioning with his head to Bucky's metal arm, still trying to avoid looking directly at him as long or as much as he could.

He was right though, Will's plan wouldn't work. It would possibly cause more problems than solve them. But then again, Will had only just arrived, he didn't know what things were lurking in the caves, heck he didn't even know about the caves until just now.

"Then I'm fresh out of ideas..."

He held so still for the dog. A part of him was afraid he'd hurt it, but another part wanted desperately to pet it. So he reached out his right hand, slowly, and stroked it through the fur atop the dog's head.

"No. It was... a very long time ago." He could only remember bits and pieces. The only thing he knew for certain was that it was a bad time, and it was before things had settled, before he was... made into who he was supposed to be.

"Other people will have plans."

Will observed as Winston shuffled closer to Bucky, laying down with a flop right up close beside him, his fluffy head across Bucky's lap. He was content to be stroked and acted as though he was comfortable with the man.

"He likes you." Will added, a small breath and a smile pulled at his lips before he sighed deeply and lent back against the wall, eyes closed and tired, still sore from crying earlier.

Having never been one for relying on others plans, Lord knows he'd gotten into some stick situations because of other people's plans! Will was a little disheartened by the aspect. "Can't you do anything? "

The dog was nice. He was comforting, in a way he didn't expect. He had never had much interaction with animals. None that he could remember, anyway. He kept petting the dog.

"Never fought a dragon before. Don't know what to do."

He had felt lost from the minute he arrived in the city, but just then he felt even more stranded.

Will could sense Bucky's feelings, it was almost overwhelming how lost and useless he was feeling. He felt sad for him, sorry and concerned about him, all feelings Will would rather avoid, people became burdens and he didn't want to keep acting as if every human he interacted with was a new case study.

So, he took a long and calming breath as he looked over at Bucky's feet. Avoiding his face as much as he could. " It's okay to not have a plan you know? We don't always have to put up a fight. That's what our Parasympathetic nervous system is for... You know, fight or flight?"

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