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

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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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[ Before Will could register what was going on, he felt a staggering blow to his knees. God, did that hurt! His legs buckled and gave out from beneath him. Will tumble to the floor, crashing down onto the broken glass.

His hands went to support his leg as he rolled onto his back. Eyes narrowed as they glared at Maketh. He wasn't in the right mindset to be fucked with like this, both his mental state and the illness that swelled his brain and brought on a fever. He looked at her like a feral animal would. If she wanted a fight?... ]

[Maketh doesn't spring back to her feet, though she does grab her rifle and bring it to bear. At this range, there won't be much left of Will's head if she fires. Whatever madness inhabits Lilith's world, it left her with powerful weaponry.]

If you do not stand down, then I will hurt you.

[It's said softly, with a promise.]

[ It would be so easy. To just lunge for her. Maybe a choke hold? Or a nice ball of the palm to her esophagus, that would shut her up. No, Will, don't think such things... Pose yourself, administer some rationality behind your actions. He fought musings in his mind. One showing him how to restrain her and teach her a lesson - The other was surrender, roll over, lick your wounds and apologize. What other choice did he have? ]

... You already have.

[ Grimacing as he staggered to his feet. All the while, that rifle trained on him like some wild dog that needed putting down. ]

You're the one that needs to stand down.

[ Trying not to look at her, trying to keep his eyes closed altogether, for fear he'll see something and lash out. ]

I- I can't do this anymore... I don't know if I'm coming or going...

[ Trying to calm his breathing, stop his hands from shaking, all while on the verge of tears again. Turning to look at her, spite of his expression before it manifested into something less threatening and more helpless... ]

... I need to go.

[Maketh stands slowly, eyes never leaving Will. It shouldn't have come to this. She should have dealt with the problem when it first appeared, put him down or at least contained him. If he's like this in front of her, what might he do with someone like Chris or Emily, or even Henry, who still doesn't quite understand the danger of guns?

This can't happen again. It's her duty to ensure that.

But she doesn't shoot. It's not right to do it like this. She's trying to be better. Not an Imperial.]

Go where?

[Her voice is steady again.]

[ Maketh might have been about to steady herself and remain calm, but Will was breaking. His seams were splitting down the sides and he was spilling out from within.

He limped on his way to the door, Winston barking at him out of worry for his master. Will couldn't even look at his pet, he was too far gone. Fumbling to grab the door handle, missing it by a mile as his hand continued to shake. His head wobbled on its shoulders and breathing was fast and labored. He didn't need this shit, not when he was in such a state already.

Making two tight fists, looking as if he were about to punch his way out the door if he couldn't manage what appeared to be the diligent job of opening it. He wanted to scream but worried that he'd not be able to stop once he started. ]

... I. Don't care where... Why can't you just Shut up?!

[ Finally he lost his temper. Turning to face her as he yelled, slamming his fist into the door repetitively. ]

[Enough of this. If Will cannot control himself, then Maketh will do it herself. She stalks up to him without a word and aims a blow to the base of his skull with her rifle. He's not acceptable company for Hadriel right now.]

[ The blow to his head was a surprise. Will had not expected that. As his vision suddenly went double and he found that the use of his limbs wasn't going to be an option, he dropped in a heap on the floor.

Winston didn't growl, he simply whined and nudged at Will's hand where he lay.

Will's head was a fragile place at the best of times, the audacity Maketh had and the general lack of regard for his wellbeing was clearly null and void. ]

I- ... I ... Aah..

[ Feeling up to the back of his head, it wasn't wet so he must be bleeding. Not yet anyway? Moaning out in pain now, only half with it as he looked up and saw her standing over him. ]

[Contain the situation. Secure your objective. Ensure your enemy cannot cause you harm. Maketh goes about her work systematically. First she puts the rifle away, hanging it up against the wall with the safety firmly locked - out of reach from prying hands. Then she grabs Will by the arm and drags him unceremoniously to the bar. Once there, she cuffs him to it.

There. Now he's not going anywhere soon.

It would be better if she had proper binders, but Maketh will make do. If needed - if it truly comes to that - she can break his legs.

It won't come that. It won't. She's not like that.

Maketh disappears behind the bar for a moment. When she comes back, she's holding a tall glass of water, which she promptly upends on Will's head.]

Stop crying. We're going to talk.

[ Will watches her as she moves, though his vision is in fits and starts, like the blur of red light when driving fast through the woods at sunset. He'd sensed there was something about her, something darker but this was unexpected. He should have taken her down before she had the chance to act. Get him while his back is turned, control and contain, this is her design.

As he was dragged across the floor, Will could do very little to stop it. The blow to his head had felt harder than it should have, but then again, the right hemisphere of his brain was already dangerous swollen up. Looking at his hands as they were bound to the bar, motor neuron function at it's most limited.

It wasn't until the water was dumped over his head, that Will started to pant out. The cold of the liquid was welcome, the way in which it was delivered was not. Will stared at her as she neared him, wondering if he'd made a big mistake in trusting her, for all he knew, she could be an intelligent psychopath ... And he's walked right into her trap. ]

... What else... Could w-we possibly have left... To talk about?

[Maketh takes a seat across from him, smoothing wrinkles out of her uniform. She's careful to stay out of striking distance. This close, Will doesn't look well - sick in more ways than one and reeling from the blow she's dealt him - but the fool who underestimates their enemy dies by their hand.] We're going to discuss what's to be done about you.

[Obviously. Nothing else matters right now.]

You are a danger to yourself and everyone around you.

Well, y-you... Can talk about it, a-all you like.

[ Stuttering and stammering a bit as he spoke. Part anxiety, part from the pain currently thrumming away in his head. ]

I doubt I'll h-have a-any input on what's to be done.

[ He either refused to look at her, or he couldn't focus. Eyes fluttering behind closed lids. Will didn't like hearing about himself from the mouths of others, he'd avoid Doctors and therapists for that very reason. It was hard to digest and he knew it was true, but it still hurt to hear. ]

Well then, maybe you should have left me w-with the dragons.

I could have. I might still, if I thought it would teach you a lesson. [Very few people in Hadriel have ever seen this part of her, and fewer still by Maketh's choice. The Imperial stratagem is clear. Isolate him, keep him imprisoned and out of the way. Execute him if he's not useful. Easy. She frowns at him.]

But that would be an ineffective solution. You would die and there would be pain, but you would come back. Just as troublesome as ever.

[There's no use in having him killed without any guarantee of change. It solves nothing.

Maketh eyes him up and down.]

You're not the first to threaten the people here. I doubt you will be the last. Now. Either you will work with me or I will implement my own solution.

[ Will wasn't bothered about lessons she thought he had to learn, so he kept his eyes closed and face turned away from her. It wasn't until that second part that he gained some interest in what she was saying. Looking her straight in the eye, brow furrowed with a knot in it. ]

Were you considering having me killed?

[ There was no pretty way to say it, what she was talking about was tossing Will, helplessly, to flesh eating monsters. Will was shocked and a little disgusted at what he was hearing. ]

Whose pain are we talking about. Mine or yours?

[ Like a kicked dog, Will looked down and sheepishly so. He knew he was dangerous and with current events back home, he wasn't sure of what he'd already done or could do. ]

I know who I am... I know myself... I haven't threatened anyone here... You're the one with promises. You're the on harming me.

[Really, is he just figuring this out now? Maketh huffs. To someone like him, someone who supposedly hunts killers for a living, she'd have thought it would be obvious. He's a living, breathing problem. There's one way to make that go away.

Or there would be, in any other world. Just not here.]

I was considering breaking your arms, actually.

[She says it mildly, eyes never leaving his.]

Your death would accomplish nothing. And you are not in control of yourself. This has been demonstrated. If I leave you incapacitated, then you are less likely to bring harm to the people here. No doubt you'd come up with some scheme to get your revenge, but that I can endure.

[Maketh doesn't smile.]

I will do anything to protect the people here, you understand. If that involves beating sense into you, then rest assured, Will Graham, I will do exactly that. You say you know people. Do you think I'm lying?

[ Will laughed, moving his hands as they already started to ache in their binding restrictions. His head pulsed and with each throb of pain, Will's nauseous felt worse. ]

I'm an elastic, rubber band man... Pull and push me in every which way you please... But I may snap and when I do? We both get hurt. I know who I am... I know I'm broken, damaged goods... Revenge isn't my gambit. I'm so tired of fighting for peace that I can never know...

[ A pause as he tried to get another reading of her mind. His eyes wet with tears. It was hard to look at her but he did it all the same. ]

You don't lie. I know you'll do exactly what you feel is deemed necessary... We're the same. I want to help people too.. Do you think I'm lying?

[ Hanging his head down, hissing a little from the pain. Waves of dizzy sickness washed over him, turning his face milky pale and pasty. ]

Can I... Hnn- Have- can I ... Some water? ... P-please.

[ Tossing her a look. Pupils dilated, one looked blown out almost. He sat there with his jaw open for a moment, gormless looking. ]

I can hear my eyes move...

[ He muttered, slightly slurred. ]

[Maketh inclines her head slightly. Perhaps he does want to help people. That remains a possibility. She won't deny it.] But you can't. Not as you are. Whatever you intend, what you mean to do, you are a threat to these people. You are not in control of yourself.

[It doesn't matter why. The result is clear enough.

She watches him for a moment, wondering if perhaps she's killed him without meaning to. If her blow might have knocked something loose inside him, something that's going to stop his heart right here in the bar. Perhaps that would be best. If he's injured, then Hope will fix it in the resurrection process.]

I will get you water. But I am not letting you go.

[ Will just listens. Nodding simply and lame. He knew she was making sense, he even knew that he wasn't and what pained him the most, was knowing that most of his actions came from whatever was making him feel so sick and had his imagination working over time.

Maybe it was time to finally give in and get a second opinion on his head. Let someone trained examine him here, once and for all....

As she moved to fetch him a drink, Will's decorum (not that he acted normally anyway) changed. His eyes stared straight forward, wide and dark as he fumbled with his fingers and thumbs in their locks. Breathing in a few quick pants before closing his mouth shut tightly. Suddenly, with no consideration to his overall heath, Will twisted and yanked at his thumb, bending it one direction over the cuff, while pulling it down and under. The bone popped out of place, leaving his digit to dangle held in place by swollen, sore skin.

Frantically and painfully, he slipped his hand free of its restriction, feeling for the broken glass from earlier and using a thin slither to pick at the other lock. Once he was free, Will cradles his injured hand to his chest, scrambling noisily to his feet, making a b-line for Maketh's rifle where it rests against the wall. ]

[There's a sound bodies make when they're bent the wrong way, a sudden violence, recognizable as soon as it hits the air. Bones go snap. And there's one quick way out of primitive cuffs like these.

Of course he did that. She pushed him to it. Of course. Should have killed him, should have put him down, should have--!

Get him, soldier.

Maketh drops the glass with a curse. It hits the ground with a clank but doesn't break. She doesn't notice. There are other concerns. He's going for her rifle. The safety is engaged and the make likely unfamiliar to him but in case he figures it out, she has to put him down. Threat. She can't let him take her weapon.

Have to put him down. Have to teach him a lesson.

He's bigger and heavier than her, making it inadvisable to resort to grappling, so Maketh just swings at him with a bar stool. Take the advantage. Beat him into submission.]

[ Once his mad scramble to the wall came to fruition, Will held the weapon out before him. Hands struggling to know their place as he frantically felt all the grooves and dents your fingers could go in. Slumping to the wall and sliding down to the floor, gun aimed at her. He ducked and moved where he went, trying to avoid that stool.

It didn't take long for her to bash his injured hand with a leg of the stool, causing Will to drop the weapon instantly. His eyes flashed wide, the realization that he'd just made himself more vulnerable than previously. It was like cage diving with a shark, only you're bleeding and the shark is in there with you.

Making a dive for it, Will growled a sound of panic and displeasure as he gores her like a rhino. Head aimed for her middle, arms arched around her sides at full force power. Taking advantage of their difference in body size. But now what? What does he do once he'd got her? Pin her down? Strangle her? Bash her head against the floor until her pretty little brains spill out? Smash her in the face with his bare hands? No, no Will, don't think like that, that's not you thinking.

He'd hesitated, he'd allowed her to see his plan went no further than this. Shit. Shit! What now! Think Will, think! ]

Maketh wait! I- !!

[The gun clatters away, out of reach for both of them. Apparently he couldn't figure out safety in time or couldn't make his damaged fingers pull the trigger. Maketh doubts he'd have problems killing her. Few people would, even the ones she called allies on Lothal, and Will is certainly not an ally. No, no, no. She's learned that lesson. She won't be forgetting it anytime soon.

He's still coordinated enough to fight back, though. Down they go. Maketh screams, find the rage and making it hers.

She doesn't hesitate. His throat is exposed, as well as his groin, and she strikes for both. Make him fucking hurt.]

[ Will was only used to this kind of thing while looking through others eyes. If there was a design to follow and evidence to read, Will could know exactly what the next move would be. This was different, this was his doing, his design and it didn't end with either of them losing their lives.

He'd left it too long, let her take the advantage and boy was he going to suffer for it. The second he felt that blow to his throat, Will gasped for air. It was dangerous to hit someone in the trachea, it could close up and suffocate them, but the likelihood of that being Maketh's actual plan was probably right. Will held his hands to his throat, mouth with open in a panic as he couldn't breathe.

It was then, while straddled over her, gasping for air, that he felt the second blow of her assault. The pain was searing through his groin, making him feel sick from the strength behind that impact. Will flopped down onto the floor beside her, on hands and knees, wheezing and spluttering as his throat started to open up again. He needed to get away before she actually killed him!

He was in too much pain to move though, so instead he rolled onto his back, waving a hand up at her, silently begging her to stop. ]

[Maketh skitters back with a wheeze, regaining her feet and raising her fists in warning. Despite the pain in her chest, she's upright and mobile. She still has the sword at her best and the knife up her sleeve, she can take him, she can put him down--

His hands are up. Raised in surrender. As if to ward her off.

Threat. End him now.

No, she thinks. Stop. Just stop. He's already down. Probably broken some fingers. Possibly his skull is cracked from where she hit him.

She might have killed him. A civilian. He was a threat but she hurt him too much. Took it too far.

Maketh puts her hand on her sword, making sure Will sees her do it. But she doesn't draw the blade.] Yield. I don't--I don't want to fucking kill you.

[Threats must be contained. Civilians must be protected. Two objectives are bouncing around in her skull, endlessly contradicting each other.]

[ Struggling to breathe, Will lay there on the floor, hands still held up in surrender. The way he looked at her, he was terrified. Pain searing through almost every part of his body, his mind a mess of confused thoughts and flashing images of violence. ]

I yield! I yield!

[ He was finally able to talk, though his voice was raw and sore. Tears left little paths and trails down his cheeks. Why had it escalated so fast and so violently? Did she really see him as such a threat? As someone so unstable that he needed putting down? The thought hurt Will more than he realized it would. ]

[Damn it all. Maketh wheezes, one hand tight on her sword. Now what is she going to do with him? The situation has changed, objective shifted, stakes raised. The damage has already been done.]

Get control of yourself.

[It's not an option, but rather an order she snaps at him.]

[ Against better judgement, Will snapped back. ]

I-I-I Think you should take your own damn a-advice!

[ Stuttering and stammering. His eyes flickering behind closed lids. An overwhelming amount of uneasy emotions flooded him over sensitive brain. He was in pain, both physically and mental, empathizing with Maketh as she stood over him, ready to strike. ]

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