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

[mismanagement]

[If he says it is so, then it is so. Maketh crouches down and begins fishing the explosives out of her pack, setting them out in a line. They're smaller than expected, though heavy.]

There isn't much time. I'll need you to place as many of these as you can. If you can't conceal all of them, then throw the rest at the damn thing. Then activate your Nemesis Shield immediately.

[She shows him the detonator. It doesn't look like much. It might be held together with some soldering and duct tape.]

It hasn't been tested. But if it works, the explosives will detonate simultaneously. If they do not, then I will have to shoot them and trigger the explosions that way.

[Messy. But still doable. She meets his eyes.]

Understand?

[hotspurred]

I understand.

[Henry checks the buckle strapping his shield to his forearm, making sure it's pulled tight, before he tucks the explosives in the crook of that same arm. It leaves his right hand free for placing them. The plan is straightforward enough, and he's got a strong throw if need be.

This is where their fight begins. Ready to depart, Henry nods at her, a gesture that conveys his confidence in their ability to emerge victorious. His expression livens with the thrill of impending battle.]

Esperance.

[mismanagement]

[Despite herself, Maketh offers him a quick smile. The adrenaline is already spiking in her and she's in that strange place stuck directly between dead calm and jittery excitement. They are going to fight soon. She must perform her duty.]

Esperance, brother. Fight hard.

[And if you must die, do it well.

She gives him a brief salute, then begins climbing up to her perch.]

[hotspurred]

[Henry wastes no time in getting to work, closing in on the dragon's position with due caution but also speed. He manages to get all but one explosive concealed with tactically sound placing -- the last he finds he must throw.

So he does.

And then raises his nemesis shield, sustaining it for as long as he must.

With luck the detonator will work as it should.]

[mismanagement]

[Now comes the moment where the planning must be proven. Maketh has her rifle set up, range-finder activated and her target sighted. The detonator is clenched tight in her fist, and she presses the trigger with a sigh.

By all the damn stars, let it work.

There are six explosives. The detonator works for all but one, the very last. It bounces off the dragon's skin, useless.

Damn it.

Maketh fires before the beast can realize what has been done to it. Henry needs the cover.]