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

[liketeenspirit]

What the--

[Holy shit, it's here. He didn't hear it but it's close. They can't stay out in the open. He yells:]

--get down!

[...and lunges at Sans. Unless Sans fights it, he's going to be half-tackled, half-thrown over Ichigo's shoulder and haul-shoved through the doorway of the nearest empty shop.]

[skelebro]

[Okay, so he can mark this guy down for not havin' quite the same sense of removed banter that, say, Wade can crack out at a moment's notice. He can also mark this guy down for being, like most people in the city, unfortunately - painfully unaware of just how fragile having 1 HP makes you. And he can't, equally unfortunately, simply blip on outta the way thanks to Confusion, who is rapidly climbing to the top of his as-of-yet newly-conceived list of Gods He Likes Least.

He's not got a whole lotta choices for what he can do next at all. Makes him a real prime target. And you never really realize how reliant you are on certain mechanics until they're suddenly stripped away.

He doesn't fight it, or even FIGHT it. He takes the only option available to him, which is to roll with it, disgruntling as it is, the way people can just sorta up and scoop him up like an unwieldy, bony sack of potatoes, and he almost clips his skull on the side of the doorway, almost gets thrown against the corner of a table, almost ends up scattering his teeth on the floor with the sheer force of how he's tossed through - all actions that would've reduced him to dust, plain and simple.

Fortunately, his latest gravitational mishaps have granted him a bit more skill when it comes to catching himself at the last minute, which he does; hands and knees bracin' against the ground in a clumsy, horizontal skid that keeps him from gettin' dusted via collision with a counter or a shelf.]

Bit of warning might be nice, [he says, and he's not even one to toot his own horn most of the time unless it's an airhorn punctuating an outrageous practical joke, but his delivery right there? Spot-on. Incredible. Not the least bit rattled for a guy who just stared his own imminent death in the face.]

[liketeenspirit]

[Nope. Sorry, Sans. He's got no clue, and he's bad at banter when he's legitimately concerned. No fun at all, I'm afraid.

...but he does have to admit that that was flawlessly timed. Just not out loud. Ichigo pulls a face.]

You weren't moving fast enough.

[skelebro]

[Sans pushes himself upright with considerably more strength and poise than he's really feelin' at any given time, shoving his hands back into his pockets with a cheery wink in Ichigo's direction. If there's any evidence that he's disquieted with that little display of action and his own potential imminent death, it ain't all that obvious.]

Yeah, well. I like to stop and smell the flowers, y'know?

[liketeenspirit]

Fine. Next time, I'll leave you there.

[It's not hard to tell that it's an empty threat.

After he says it, though, Ichigo starts glancing around, listening. He doesn't actually know if the dragon's lost interest in them or not, or if it knows they're in here at all. He doesn't particularly want to be cooked alive in an alien convenience store, which is what will happen if the dragon decides to set the whole place on fire.]

D'you think we lost it?

[skelebro]

Yeahhh, [says Sans, pulling out the word skeptically,] nah. I don't think so. Awful big, don'tcha think?

[But he already knows that havin' absolutely no flesh or muscle to his frame doesn't make much of a difference in these kinds of situations. Things seem just as eager to snap him up regardless, even if they'd just get a mouthful of dust in the process.]

But hey. Maybe we'll just be like gnats to it if we lie low. Negligible.

[liketeenspirit]

Yeah, or maybe we'll get roasted alive when it burns this place to the ground.

[A beat. Then, he straightens up.]

You stay here. I'm going to take a look outside and see if the coast is clear. If it's gone, I'll come back and tell you.

[skelebro]

[That's a good plan. Sans likes this plan. It involves a minimum of actual effort on his part, and he never actually has to put himself in any danger. That's an A+ plan in his book.]

Here's hopin' another doesn't come along.

[liketeenspirit]

[Over his shoulder:]

Shut up, you're gonna jinx it!

[And there he goes, slipping out the door, checking the area as sneakily as he can...

...when he comes back, he's a little bit singed, and he's wearing a really, really dour look.]

It's still there.

[skelebro]

[Uh. Boy. Toasty, huh? Suppose that ain't real surprisin', considerin' the thing still sounds pretty exuberant in its perpetual stream of destruction. There's another distant crash of things being smashed into other things, and another dragon-sounding scream.]

Guess we're in for this in the long haul, huh?

[Humans are pretty sturdy, far as he knows, so he doubts his new pal is really likely to crumble into dust at the moment.]

Should I ash you a question?

[liketeenspirit]

Pretty much.

[He lets out a long sigh.]

I don't like the idea of sitting around here waiting for it to find us, or crush us by accident, but I guess I don't have much of a choice.

[Yeah, he's fine. He'd liked these clothes, though, and so many of the clothes here tended toward the bizarre. He picks at his shirt, pulling a face, and resigns himself to searching through the shops for other less-than-completely-embarrassing clothes once this dragon thing blew over.

He takes a seat on the floor, leaning back against some hexagonal cabinets, tucking the point of the sword on his back out of the way as he goes, settling in.]

...were you just saying that for the pun, or was there actually something you wanted to know? It's kind of hard to tell with you.

[skelebro]

[Sittin' around and waitin' is pretty much Sans's M.O. He'd find the pair of 'em a shortcut outta here if he could, but that option's off the table, he already knows.

He's grinning up at Ichigo cheekily (overly so, for a creature lacking cheeks of the fleshy kind) at that mumbled response, because that's kinda the reaction he was going for. It's flattering, really, to know when he comes across the way he likes. For now, anyway.]

Just wanted to know how patient of a guy you are, really.

[liketeenspirit]

I'm not.

[It's not said with any particular shame, nor with pride. Just facts.]

I've got a bad temper, and I don't like waiting. Being messed with drives me up the wall, too. But it's true what they say -- you can get used to anything if you put up with it long enough. Even shitty puns from a skeleton guy who thinks he's a comedian.

[skelebro]

[Welp. That's kinda obvious, even more so now that Ichigo's admitted it point blank. Sans lays a bony hand across his chest with mock offense, shakin' his skull sadly.]

Yikes. That hits real hard, y'know?

[liketeenspirit]

[This teenage eyeroll.]

Please. Any second now, you're gonna say something like You're cutting me to the bone, or I'm just ribbing you, or, I don't know, something about being humerus.

[skelebro]

[Sans's grin simply widens. The guy is really just settin' this up perfectly, and what more could he ask for, really?]

And here I thought I was the ulna one who was real good with bone-based witticisms.

[liketeenspirit]

[You see the moment he gets it--the moment his eyes widen, and his jaw falls slack, and he understands.

Fuck--! Goddamn it! He practically handed Sans that one!

His despair is written in every line of his face, in the slump of his shoulders, in the way a part of him that he'll never get back crawls away to die. He claps a hand to his face and leans his head back against the counter and takes a moment.

He'll never win. He understands that now.]

[skelebro]

[Sans makes a noise of utter sympathy as he pats the man on the back in a way that's meant to be supremely reassuring and probably isn't.]

There, there. It happens to the best of us. Sometimes the opportunity comes along and you just can't pass it up. When a joke enters my radius, [that's right, Sans stops for no man] I just gotta go with it.

[liketeenspirit]

[He gives Sans the flattest stare you can imagine. Ichigo only holds it for a moment, though, before he raises a question.]

What's with the puns, anyway? I thought you were just making fun of me the first time we met, but it's like you never stop. I mean, ever. Not here, not on the network...why the dedication to crappy jokes?

[skelebro]

Maybe I'm just a funny guy.

[It ain't the first time he's got a query like this lobbed in his general direction. But after a while you learn to shrug it all off and let it kinda roll off ya. Water off a Snowdrake's back.]

I mean, d'ya ask why a spider spins its web?