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

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[repelling]

[ At the very least. In the meantime, trust, especially that sort of trust, doesn't come easy.

Funny -- it could be funny -- someone might laugh. Go figure, the prestige of the Ishida family. The wealth in which Ryuuken had been reared, encompassing both a Western mansion and maidservants. The hospital they owned, Karakura General, aside from the specific and arguably highly eccentric (and certainly not remotely resembling public knowledge) Quincy lineage. The wealth which Uryuu believed Ryuuken continued to prioritize, yes believing for years that what mattered most to that man, to his father, was money --

Yet, Uryuu, dirt poor by choice. Scraping frugally by. It could have been, might have been, that if he had been obedient, if he had done exactly as Ryuuken wanted -- not gone to see "that old man," drawn to his grandfather's simple kindness, not continued to train as a Quincy, not dedicated himself, not become so consumed by it, instead, focusing on the living (not that his scholastics ever suffered) -- he would have enjoyed comparable privilege.

But, really, Ryuuken was not such a man. The Ishida family had not been such a family. Even if Uryuu had been the model son, he would not have been given excess luxuries, no time-wasting video games -- though, he probably would have gotten a personal computer for use for school, and as Ryuuken was never around, it wouldn't have been a challenge to use it for gaming -- so in no world, really, despite all that objective privilege, the incredible head start, would Uryuu have had comparable luxuries.

Also? He doesn't play video games. Can't afford the systems or the time. There is training, studying, training, work, training, extracurriculars, training.

(No. Inoue-san does the voices. She insists. And if someone were to accuse Uryuu of perhaps the rules bending, occasionally, for her characters, well -- shut up.)

Because he doesn't play games, either, it again takes him a moment, but again, he's quick. He can connect the dots from no actual experience, no live-action session experience, but Internet usage. Again, snap judgments. There's no actual dragon fighting experience here, not with the guy who prefers fantastical beasts to keep in games -- it sounds like one of those MMORPG's or something.

Even sussing that out, it's hard to get a grasp on how seriously to take Cheng-(kun? san?) and this conversation. Normally, he'd dismiss information gleaned from fiction, but fiction's gone and become very real. The other thing -- his honest, immediate reaction would be breezy overconfidence, because though he doesn't look it, his constitution's pretty good (in other words, this kid can take a beating, keeping on his feet with his stomach crushed, and even if his body can't do it, he can puppet it --), and his dexterity's even better.

But it's not the sort of thing he says to people seemingly like Henry Cheng.

So he stands there, listens, and says, blandly, ]

Right. I'll keep that in mind.

[ And it's not getting less confusing, which, really, Uryuu doesn't take well to being confused. At least he doesn't feel a real need to be in the know about Cheng(-san?)'s race hang-ups. Maybe it's an American thing. He's pretty sure he noticed a few other names that sounded Asian while scouring the directory, but as he'd rather get away from the bizarre topic, he doesn't say. ]

Canadian-transplanted-American-transplanted-Hadriel.

[ A dry observation, because, well.

Again, it's not the sort of thing he goes around saying -- that he might just have such intention. Never mind all this keeping his mouth shut when he'd gone and outed himself earlier with a run of the mill human, but exigencies -- if a dragon strikes here, maybe Cheng(-kun?) will get to see something interesting. Until then, as for the tunnels -- he needs to keep sharp, after all. What better way to train? He's curious, too, to see what's in there. ]

That is useful. [ Said mostly to be polite, because the guide had already emphasized that. Even if it's totally misleading, for the aforementioned, definitely going into the tunnels.

But -- booze? Uryuu lifts his eyebrows, startled. Well, it's a good segue to confirm the appropriate honorific. ]

I'm not really interested in that, but -- er, what year are you, were you?

[robobees]

( it may go without saying, without really saying, that he's never known what it's like to be without. with a company like his father's prospering, and then the work of his mother underlying that, to say that he had never wanted for anything would have been a crude understatement. he embodies the visage of your garden variety spoiled brat on the surface – brand new hybrid car, expensive clothes of immaculate ( if a bit eccentric, and that's being polite ) taste, the sort of techn-gizmos-and-gadgets littering his space at litchfield that would put the next generation youtubers and tumblerinas to shame –

and yet, he doesn't tend to think about that very much. not in the sense that one would expect, having come from a background such as his own. blame it on the fact that he hadn't begun this journey as the average american, spoiled rotten and presumptuous – or even an american at all, which might have given him a slight advantage over the rest of everything else …

but we digress. what we mean to say is that he might not wholly understands what it means to go without simply by dint of never needing to, and he might be that jerk that goes out of his way to slide plastic for over-priced coffee if it means the extra boost, the extra flavor, but he's … a bit more humble than the visage he makes would lead one to believe. and that means he's already a cut above the rest. set in a different mold, as it were.

he's his own thing.

( that doesn't mean he totally gets the being dirt-poor by choice thing. is it a pride thing? a japanese thing? … no, henry, don't think like that. you might end up offending someone. and you don't want to offend any prospective fellow asian friends, do you? )

now, coming from someone that has little more to do with his expansive amount of free time than watch youtube videos of other people playing video games, going out of his way to prove certain points while making it look like he's spent far more time than he actually has doing so and giving the occasional hunt for freedom of press in the sense of a larger font for a certain academy newsletter –

he doesn't understand how anyone could not have time for gaming. not having the money for consoles … eh … that might be a bit easier to take in, but it's with that proverbial grain of salt tossed over the shoulder and immediately forgotten, because all that's going to do is ultimately loop back around to the original point of not knowing what it's like to be without.

and being without gaming equipment is definitely being without. had they been back in his own life, his own town, his own reality-as-he-knows it, he might have seen fit to sit the other down in front of a needlessly large screen and begin giving endless examples of why certain games are better than others.

but this isn't his life.

this isn't henrietta.

and this is some ridiculously far-flung parallel universe in which monsters and baddies come through doors that act only as entrances and not exits, and death is impermanent, and dragons are more a literal thing than a green health bar at the bottom of a high-definition lcd screen.

( henry. we really need to sort out your priorities. is that a thing we can do? or can we call your home planet, and tell them to come get you?

and … no. no shutting up. you've just admitted that there would be the use of voices during a campaign. and that is relevant to certain interests.

also to potentially be used for blackmail. who said that? )

of all the things one could choose not to say to one ( 1 ) henry cheng, every little bit of that blurb of information about puppeting one's body is pretty close to the top of the list of things that he would be genuinely interested in. ( you tell him about those soul threads. tell him!!! ) after seeing everything that he's seen – heard everything that he's heard, touched everything that he's touched – there is very little that he wouldn't believe given some level of explanation, because after all –

that's a bit of a story we'll save for later. perhaps when he brings you home to meet the rest of the family. who knows. ) See that you do. You never know when it might come in handy.

( you know. when you decide to go out on your own for a little bit of dragon hunting. you never know what sort of information might come to your aid when you least expect it.

he gives a sort of fluid roll of his shoulders at the assessment, dry as it may be; he has nothing to hide, here, and if getting that all out in the open means progression, he's all for it. ( again, there is no more time for secrets, having been left in the past with everything else that he wants to stay precisely that way. ) at least his new friend ( oh, yes, you've already been dragged into the friendzone, sir ) has no real intention of going into the runnels, a fact which sets his expression alight with something brighter than it had been before. perhaps a bit more intrigue, because he still has yet to parse out exactly what it is about uryuu ( sorry, no honorifics here ) that sees fit to draw him in as it has thus far, but you had better believe that he's going to figure it out. so help him.

what … year? oh –

school. duh. ) Just graduated. Taking a year off before college – or, I was. A shame, really, that a cross-country expedition is being put on hold by dint of having been brought to this fine … place. ( his expression flickers, just so, dropping a bit at the thought that, at this very moment, he could be seeing the other side of the country with his two best friends.

and instead – ) Yourself?

( figured out the right honorific yet, buddy? )