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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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[at the hard left, connor grabs onto him (it'll be your fault if you're not holding on, he seems to have definitely gotten that message), clinging on until they're landing, none too softly.

what he says is invariably true, he doesn't need to know some rando's secrets about magic when that same rando just saved him from a dragon and they seem to be safe. safe ish? on this place near the river. he's incredibly dizzy and never, ever wants to fly again but he's alive.

it should be a consolation. it doesn't feel like much of one, right now.]

Okay, cool, yeah, we'll just fly through the air, and you saved me, but I'm not worth telling anything to.

[he should be nicer, considering this stranger didn't have to help him but he's so frustrating with not being able to understand anything here, so this is what he gets instead.]

[ Upon landing, Uryuu yanks his arm free. Less out of aversion for touch made no longer necessary (though there's enough of that), more because he must stagger, reaching for the bridge's railing. Better to support himself with that rather than another person, especially a person who wasn't exactly radiating stability, himself.

Disgraceful, really, that he needs it. At least the impervious nature of it gives him a measure of flexibility; after a moment of white-knuckled, steadying gripping, he can turn, easing his grip, instead resting his hip against it. A natural lean rather than a needing one.

Disgraceful. Well -- something to hone in training.

Uryuu glances at the guy as he complains, then turns his attention to the buildings left behind, the silhouettes of dragons rising up over dilapidated spires. Glancing back.

The guy's attitude could be better, but Uryuu could grant that he hadn't given him much to work with. Seriously, what is he supposed to do with a clueless human? If only Kuchiki-san had that memory wiper, the kikanshinki. Ugh, no. Did he really just wish he had a Shinigami tool to use on a human? Like, totally against everything the Quincy stood for? Just because it would be convenient? ]

It's not about worth. [ Sighing, he reaches to nudge his glasses. ]

You wouldn't...

[ Understand? What part of any of this did even Uryuu understand?

For once, a true anomaly for Uryuu Ishida, he's at a loss for words. His hand even grasps in the air, his eyes flicking between the pendant that dangles from his wrist, and he of the still nice clothes. At least the clothes survived.

Now he's getting frustrated. ]

You aren't supposed to see that. It's, er, does it matter? It's, I guess magic is fine, not accurate, but fine. It's-- spirit energy manipulation. I don't know. I mean, I know what I did, but I don't know about anything else.

[ Which is also unusual for him, and great, is he babbling? Can't even nail the landing and now he's babbling. Terrific. ]

[oh yes, he is one hundred percent babbling which, in its own weird way, sort of makes connor feel better. it has the effect of, among other things, making connor feel less out of his depth. this guy might have saved him, but he seemed as clueless about all of this which is...oddly comforting.]

I mean, you successfully saved us from imminent death. So that's something.

[and it is, really. nothing makes sense but there's The Power Of Teamwork and The Goodness of Other People here at play, like at the end of a children's television show. that's callous. he's callous. but he also can't deny that he'd probably have been eaten if it wasn't for this.]

I guess the rest doesn't really matter. [and then, because, yeah, he should probably contribute something to this team:] Are you going to be okay?

[the haze of ohshitwe'regoingtodie was slowly fading and he had noticed him clutching onto the railing and trying to steady himself. he doesn't know much about spirit energy or magic or anything at all beyond the mundane of law school, if we're being quite honest, but it looks like it took quite a bit to keep that kind of concentration.]

Do you need water or...I mean, I threw all the chips at the dragon. So. No luck there. [beat] I might have a cliff bar?

[ On the one hand, the guy's changing his tune. On the other, it's hard not to feel that's a direct result of his making an ass out of himself. It makes him close to petulant when he answers. ]

It'll have to do.

[ It is something. Sensei would have counted that as an unmitigated victory. Unfortunately, it isn't enough. Are they native to this place? Are they supposed to co-exist? He'd had too much to focus on while in the air, but managed still to notice how relatively small the cavern was. Smaller than Karakura Town, arguably, with no tunnel entrance seeming big enough (his eyes aren't superhuman, perhaps across the river) to allow them in or out, a ceiling not a sky -- could they also have come through the Door? The buildings didn't look as though they'd sustained long term cohabitation with such destructive creatures.

In other words, as he looks once more at the dragon, dragons, he muses, with a faintly nauseous smirk, ]

But someone's going to have to do something about that.

[ Once he gets his bearings and has better observed them.

Speaking of bearings, the question makes him more self-conscious -- it's welcome that the subject of spirit manipulation is dropped, but again, it seems to because he looks bad.

He'd have snapped as a result, of course I am, but as he begins to bristle, suddenly --

Food.

Free food.

Look, obviously a good Quincy would never help someone in exchange for something, but who is he to turn it down if offered? Even if he's not totally sure what a cliff bar is (and niggling in the back of his mind: this guy's Japanese is shockingly good? No...) ]

...Sure. If you have it.

[ He should have some water left, though. Uryuu opens his satchel, rummaging. ]

[spoilers: there aren't actually any cliff bars left in his bag. but he really truly does believe there are because he often stashes them in there - between long days at school and annalise's, he needs some snacks. a boy has to live somehow. but rummaging through his bag, he finds nothing but another bag of stupid lays chips he'd grabbed earlier and he tosses them at ishida.]

Guess I lied about the cliff bar.

[not intentionally, mind. but rip cliff bar you could've tasted, it probably was something dope like white macadamia nut.]

[ Chips are disappointing, but the lack of a cliff bar isn't really, aside from foiled curiosity. Not knowing it, he hadn't begun expecting the taste.

Catching the bag, Uryuu looks skeptically at the label, then turns the same look on him. ]

You did say might, but... you're that into chips?

[ Two bags? Of weirdly named things just lying around? Sure, Uryuu had grabbed one... but only to make fun of Kurosaki with. Bad Hair Day. Too easy. (Actually, he shouldn't have tried them, given the weird way they were found. Kind of suspicious. Maybe antagonizing Kurosaki should take a backseat to possibly poisoning yourself.

Probably not, though.) ]

[connor just rolls his eyes, not about to be bothered that he picked up not one but two bags of terrible chips. they could have been useful. they are being useful. he's totally done something helpful by handing over that bag.]

It's better than doing nothing. Anyway, who knows? They were sitting out there just asking to be taken.

[so either someone wanted to help or they're poisonous or the gods have a shitty sense of humor take your pick]

Do you often pick up food that's just lying on the ground, asking to be taken?

[ Probably not, he'd wager, and probably he doesn't often end up in crazy stupid situations like this. Uryuu says it with a slight smirk, to indicate he's in on that part of the absurdist joke, anyway, then steps toward him, pulling open the bag. ]

You first. I had a bag and they were awful.

[ Holding it out. ]

Nah, I'm good. Almost getting killed kind of ruins your appetite.

[that and he's got no illusions that those chips are probably god awful]

[ Uryuu shrugs, and despite both his certainty that these will also suck, and the continued possibility of poison, reaches in and takes one. Crunch.

Yes, he makes a face, because yes, they taste like umami and sour cream, which is, no.

Yes, he takes another chip, because for one, he probably could use the energy, and for another, he doesn't waste food. ]

Uryuu Ishida. You aren't speaking Japanese, right?

[connor is surprised and quite frankly impressed that uryuu is managing to eat them.]

Connor Walsh. And no, although considering there are dragons and I woke up in the middle of the cave I wouldn't be that surprised at this point if I was. But I'm from the United States, so.

[ They are so bad. So, so bad. But he's been so, so poor. He nods, satisfied. ]

You look it. You also don't look like your Japanese would be that good.

[ Matter-of-fact. Crunch. Swallow. Ugh. ]

Am I speaking English? That guide said other realities... there must be some translating mechanism.

Guess the gods - or you know, whatever - are trying to be helpful about how they trapped us.

[hes just gonna silently ignore the rest of it]

Until Confusion wants an easy target, maybe.

[ Gross. That's enough. Uryuu rolls up the bag, tucks it into his satchel, and tugs loose his water bottle. ]

Well -- good luck, Walsh-san.

[ in part because isn't all the housing back near the dragons... ]

Yeah. And thanks, you know, for saving me.

[he will remember this and be slightly less awful to him in the future promise]

[ Uryuu sips from his water bottle and caps it. He replaces it in his satchel, which he latches. He takes two steps back toward the spires. All of this unhurried, even ridiculously measured, because he doesn't say anything until then, when he glances back over his shoulder, to say ]

No need to thank me. I'm not the kind of guy who'd let someone get eaten. It'd be a waste of those clothes.

[ y...yeah, completely seriously, then he nudges his glasses. ]

See you around.

[ And he's off. ~~so cool~~ ]

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