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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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".. Wouldn't be such a bad thing." He muttered under his breath to Maketh's comment about him being more likely to harm himself than be of any use with a gun. She was right, he wasn't that great with it anyway, it was for the best really, he just didn't like feeling so helpless.

Winston was always well groomed, for his failures, Will thrived when looking after his animals, he'd put his dogs before himself back home. It was nice to have a familiar friend, having Winston there and all, but it made Will wonder if Alana was looking after the rest of them? If they'd ran off in search of him, heck he wondered if anyone was looking for him let alone his dogs.

Having seemingly got lost in thought for more than a long moment, Will shook his head and paid Maketh his full attention. "Bit early for a nightcap wouldn't you say?" He knew she'd take him seriously, or give him some spiel about how now wasn't the time for jokes. Still, Will as Will and he said and did as he pleased most of the time, even now, even as ill and tired as he was.

Maketh groans, but doesn't swear at him. That would be horribly unprofessional. Of course he has a sense of humor. Of course he does. "It's close and the sight-lines are adequate."

Dragging him to the guardpost is always an option, but this is easier.

"Hurry up! It's not far. You can...sit."

There, that's a positive.

Will could do with a good drink actually. Yeah, it wasn't a bad idea after all. Maybe he could drink himself to sleep? Drink enough that he didn't care anymore, drink enough to get the horrendous taste out of his mouth.

He couldn't hurry as well as she wanted him to, so against his better judgement, Will reached out for her arm. Taking her by the elbow for support and aid, he liked it no more than she did, but it felt necessary so that he could both keep up with her and keep standing upright until they got there.

Winston was little to no help, ducking and weaving in and out of Will's legs, almost tripping him from time to time.

Maketh's first instinct is to swing her elbow back and break his nose, then jerk free and kick him into the ground. No one got inside her guard unless she allowed it, and no one touched her unless she trusted them.

For better or worse, she only goes rigid and refrains from causing bodily harm. He didn't mean anything, he was off-balance and seeking support in staying upright. Simple, simple, brush it off.

Maketh grits her jaw so tight it hurts.

"In the future," she says, as calmly as she can manage, "you will refrain from touching me."

The bar is just ahead. She can dump him there and get back to patrolling.

It wouldn't have been the worst thing to have happened to him, a broken nose and kick to the ground would have probably rendered him even more helpless, wouldn't take much then to finish him off. She'd be doing them both a favour. No, no its wrong to think like that and that wasn't why Will was touching her.

"Don't worry... I'm not one so foolish I'd venture into the hornets nest without a stick of smoke to calm them." A panted breath. "I just needed something to hold, some support." He was exhausted. Though Will new better than to take her scolding personally, she seemed like the standoff-ish kind from the first time he met her, but given his current circumstances, Will did take it a little to heart. Trying not to let her see it, Will turned his head to the other side, quietly he sniffed back the start of more tears.

He was a mess.

Oh stars, he's crying again. Maketh had never known what to do when people cried around her. Offering them alcohol and then pretending she'd never seen it in the first place had worked in the Academy.

Maketh has a feeling that Will is the type to remember what happens when he's drunk, though. And he might throw up again. Will probably throw up again.

No alcohol, then.

Stand tall and take it, soldier.

This is nothing. It means nothing. They're almost at the bar, it's fine.

Maketh grits her teeth. She has no idea what he means about these 'hornets'. "You are a frustrating individual. Let go so I can open the door."

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He laughed at that. " You're not the first person to feel that about me." Heck, he frustrated himself most of the time let alone other people.

As unstable as he was, Will let go of Maketh's arm as she opened the door. He had a feeling she was going to make sure the place was secure then leave Will here to take care of himself. He knew he was a burden to her, made her feel uncomfortable and annoyed.

He liked being alone but he felt more unstable then normal and he would have secretly welcomed Maketh's company. She had to displeasure of having got to know him more than he would have liked, she was the most stable thing in this place that he had and that was saying something.

Winston darted in from between Will's legs and jumped up onto one of the seats before settling down. Will hobbled and wobbled his way over to follow. Slumping down on a pew to lay on his back, panting and sweating as he did.

Maketh pulls the door closed behind her without a word, then goes to check the rest of the bar. It's well-lit and surprisingly uncluttered for a bar, so the task is quick. Thus far, none of Hadriel's crawing monstrosities have found their way inside. Perhaps their luck will hold a little further.

Probably not, though.

She ducks behind the bar, searching for something.

Eventually she stalks back to Will's seat, and drops a bucket at his feet.

"Puke in that if you must."

As Maketh moves around, Winston got up to follow her around. He didn't get in her way but he was always just a few feet away from her. Curious was all, he probably liked her or wanted to make sure she wasn't going to hurt his master.

The sound of the bucket crashing to his feet snapped him back to his senses. Sitting up a bit slowly and aching, Will picked the bucket up and set it beside him on the seat. "Thank you." He uttered, watching her as she stalker around.

"Do you think we'll be safe in here?" Swallowing after he spoke, his mouth dray and salty. Looking around the well kept bar, spotting the drinks all stacked up behind the counter and wondering if he'd be able to get one without Maketh arguing against it or taking it from him. "Did you see any water back there?" He decided on the better option.

"You'll be fine."

Probably. He'd be safer if he went to the clinic as requested, but that seemed unlikely. Dragging him there by force would be too much trouble at this stage. There were other concerns that must be addressed first.

Maketh frowns down at the dog. "Is this yours?"

She gets him a bottle of water, in the meantime.

If Maketh thought they would be safe here, Will trusted her judgement.

As she frowned at Winston, Will also frowned a little. "He's my friend. Play nice."

Patting the side of his shin, Winston coming running over in an instance. It wasn't that Will thought she would harm the dog, but he didn't want Winston to feel worried around Maketh.

Reaching out for the water, looking a little less pathetic than previously. "So those dragons... Is this the norm here or did I miss a memo about a special occasion?"

Maketh gives the animal a dubious look, but doesn't comment. "The dragons are new. Larger than what the gods usually throw at us. But they're hardly the first threat."

[ Taking the top off the bottle and pouring some into his hand for Winston to drink first before he helped himself to a few large, quenching gulps. ]

No, I don't suppose they are. And these God's ... They brought me here too, through the very same door?

[ He was even more curious now. If it was the God's intent to bring those that were a threat, then why was Maketh here? They'd already established that Will was a possible threat, it really depended on how you looked at him, but Maketh here seemed to be working for the good of the people. What was her hidden agenda? ]

[Maketh nods just once.]

They claim that it is beyond their control, that they have no say over what comes through. No doubt this is a lie, or at least a deflection. The monsters are useless to them except for the emotions they provoke in us.

[Her face hardens.]

The emotions of a dog, for example, are insufficient to feed upon.

[ Will grimaces as he smiles and nods his head. Oh, of course, they would be brought here to feed on! Her words almost felt as if they were mocking him. Had he not have already met Maketh, Will would assume she was poking at him, taunting him for his accusations back home. ]

Of course. Heh... So what we're dealing with here, is more like a brood vampires... Ones that feed off us by sucking out our emotions rather than draining the blood... I don't believe they're God's at all.

[ Upon her comment about dogs, Will ruffled Winston's fur and motioned for him to come lay down at his feet, to which of course the dog obeyed. ]

We only provide them sufficient food if we're in distress?

[Maketh nods just once. The situation has been her reality for almost a year now, though she hasn't yet made peace with it.]

Not distress, precisely. But they're named for the emotion they feed off of. Rage, Fear, Anger, Sorrow, Delight. Hope.

[She hates him most of all.]

They engineer situations to generate whatever is needed when they get hungry enough. Quite often it is...distressing.

[ Picking up on the way in which Maketh said Hope's name. He'll tuck that reaction of hers away in the back of his mind and store it for later. She was so interesting but he didn't feel up to digging away at her mind right now, he still felt like shit warmed up. Will himself, tensed upon hearing the word fear. Lord knows that's what drives his every action, thought and feeling. ]

Sounds like an experiment if you ask me. What about the God Indignation? You'd think that bastard would have show up by now, I mean, I can't imagine anyone here who thinks this to fair or deserved...

[ He's just upset and struggling, he'll stop being a jerk. ]

[Maketh snorts and turns away, glaring at the rack of colorful bottles. Stars, she wants a drink. But she's on duty, so it's not allowed. She has to deal with this mess sober. She has to make sure Will isn't going to do anything foolish.

Well. Nothing else, at least.]

I would not say as much to Hope. He likes to think he's reasonable. As if we should thank him for keeping us here. Oh, how generous he is, providing food for his brother to poison us with.

[Maketh bares her teeth.]

You ought to be careful, Will Graham. Fear likes to feed us corpses.

[ Oh he'd have no problem in telling Hope just exactly what he thinks of him and his siblings. Actually, that brings a question to the front of his mind. ]

... The God's are here too? As in, fully interacting? With a body and a voice?

[ How stupid are these people!? It was frustrating for Will, it would have been so easy to simply state yourself as a God and get away with whatever bullshit operation they had going on here. It was probably just people with power over the Cave!.

He was about to go off on a tangent, until Maketh's last 6 words. Will froze in place. A look over his expression that said it all. He was both shocked and petrified at the same time.

Did she know? No, how could she!? But then why did she say that?

It took him a moment to compose himself and even then Will felt that his own face would give his fear away. He went pale, clammy and stared at her, something he always avoided doing.]

I-

[ He was about to speak when out from behind Maketh came the ghostly image of Garret Jacob Hobbs. Corpse-like with still seeping bullet holes oozing as he spoke. ]

Oh and boy do you have plenty of those in your closet. Almost as many as me, I'd say.

[ The corpse said as he walked around Maketh. Will hoped that she wouldn't be able to tell he was hallucinating, he hoped that she wouldn't notice the way his eyes followed something that wasn't there. ]

They--

[Something changes. She can feel it, the sharp undercurrent of threat and killitNOW. Some nameless warning drudged up by her lizard brain. But there are some instincts, once refined, that must always be trusted. She turns in a slow circle, hand on her rifle, but cannot see anything worth shooting.

Nothing. Maketh narrows her eyes.]

They speak. If we could get our hands on them, be assured we would hurt them. It has been attempted.

[ It took him a moment to notice Maketh's reaction. He shivered, hugged himself and closed his eyes. Exhaling and holding without a breath in his chest as he opened his eyes once more... He was still there! Standing at the other side of Maketh now. Dead eyes, milky white as they stared back at Will.

He flinched. Looked away and found a spot on the wall of the bar to stare at instead. Hoping to black Hobbs out. ]

Y-you're governed by them, yet n-no one has ever actually, physically met with t-them?

A clever tactic, you see.

[One that could never be sustained without great and unmeasured power. However tenuous the scheme or its end-game, the gods have worked hard. Sacrifices have been made. Friends killed and raised again. An odd mirror of what the gods then did to them, Maketh thinks. But it hardly matters. Whatever the gods are, when rendered down to their base components, their power remains what it is.

She narrows her eyes. The threat has yet to make itself known.]

Are you having another seizure?

[That might explain his behavior.]

Clever? Sure, or we're all just blind idiots going along with it...

[ Rubbing his eyes, then the back of his neck. Rolling his jaw and popping his shoulders before sighing deeply, trying to relax. ]

Think I need something stronger.

[ Will stood, making his way behind the bar. Taking a glass and a bottle of whiskey, opening and pouring a part before drinking a gulp straight from the neck of the glass bottle. Leaning there on the bar, eyes closed and for a long moment. ]

No. Not that I'm aware of.

[ Looking at his hands, they were shaking but nowhere near as badly, his sweating was steady and though he had a temperature there was no sign of fever. No seizure for now. ]

... Just... Fighting a battle with the dead.

[Maketh narrows her eyes, face going hard.]

We are not fools. I assure you of that.

[If he's going to insult her, or any of the people here, it ought to at least be clever. Maketh folds her arms across her chest. She desperately wants to get a drink herself. The whisky is horribly tempting.]

Does your world have ghosts, Will Graham?

[ Will's become pretty talented at making people act towards him the way in which Maketh is now. He's more than used to it. Still, he didn't actually mean to offend her or anyone else at that. It's just, why does it have to be that he can understand everyone else's point of view, but almost everybody struggles to see things his way?

Holding the bottle out towards her, then sliding a glass across the bar to her side. Will pulled himself up and sat on the counter top. ]

Yes, no, I agree you're not a fool... My point was, oh forget it.

[ Talking another long gulping drink, trying to drown the image of Hobbs out perhaps? ]

.... Ghosts?

[ Why was she asking that all of a sudden? Was it his comment about fighting with the dead? Could she see Garret?! Feel him maybe? Because he was right there, looking her over as Will spoke to her, his eyes focusing on the dead man rather than the living. ]

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