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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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[ 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. ]

I am acting reasonably!

[She has contained the threat, kept him from grabbing the rifle. Obviously. Maketh feels her mouth twitch and forces herself not to smile.]

You are going to the doctor. Something is wrong with you.

[ Will touched his face with shaking hands. He was trembling and sore, he didn't need this. ]

I'm going to rest. Then I'll consider the idea.

[ He turned to look at her. ]

I'm not your responsibility, Maketh! I'm not one of your soldiers you failed... No one is going to commend you on the great work you're doing here.

[ His nose started to drip slowly with blood as he spoke, taking Will a moment to notice it. Dabbing the back of his hand there and sighing deeply. ]

Just go... Go help someone else.

[He's bleeding. Not for the first time, Maketh wonders if she hasn't killed him by accident. It happens sometimes. Hit a man too hard in just the wrong place and that's the end of it.

Accidents. Always. Her storm troopers had dealt with their fare share.

Maketh barks out a laugh, hand still gripped tight around her sword.]

This is not about helping you. You are behaving erratically and attempted to arm yourself. This is about preventing harm to the people around you.

[It's very simple. She'll do what needs to be done.]

[ Will sure felt like he was dying. Maketh had some strength behind her. The bleeding didn't bother him so much, not as much as his broken finger and the throbbing lump on the back of his head. If he were to crawl off and die, no one would know or care either way.

Her voice drills right through him. Ears sensitive and sore.]

I just woke up in an arena with dragons! Found my dog and got the living tar beaten out of me! Of course, I'm behaving erratically, C'mon Jack!

[ Uh-oh. That was a vocal slip there. He knows he's not talking to Jack, but their conversation sounds just like one he had recently back home.

Will falls silent, calling Winston over to him, who had been hiding under a table this whole time. ]

[Jack?

Oh, this is just wonderful. Maketh narrows her eyes.]

You are the only one to act this way. Everyone here arrived just as you did. If you cannot control yourself, then you will be dealt with.

[ Winston curled up around Will, looking over to Maketh with his head lowered. Will stroked him, his eyes closed and head tipped back. It was relaxing, stroking Winston, good for lowering his blood pressure, which would hopefully help with that nosebleed and headache. ]

And how exactly do you suggest we deal with me? Are you suggesting I be locked up? Or put down for good? You can't treat a person like this, I haven't raised a finger to anyone here!

[ Apart from her of course, but that was in self-defense? Oh God, he hopes he did that out of self defence otherwise.... Otherwise, she's right and Will can't accept that. ]

Killing you would be ineffective. [She might as well be blunt. He'd only return; breathing, angry, and twice as motivated to make life difficult. Hers in particular, no doubt. Maketh huffs out a breath. She's tired of this, the whole damn thing.] No. You're going to the doctor. If he determines you a threat, then yes, I will confine you. If he says this is an isolated incident, brought out by stress and stupidity, then I will abide by that.

[She curls her lip back.]

Either way you're banned from the armory.

It really is just black and white with you, isn't it? You can't fathom the idea that I might actually be a little bit of it all, can you?

[ He's got his FBI badge that Jack gave him, it's in his wallet. If Maketh's ideals and order from her home mean she's more or less the law here, then why can't Will's?

He pulls it from his pocket, flips it open and shows her. ]

You can't just lock up an FBI Special Agent just because I'm not following your protocol. Same goes for denying me a weapon... It's a federal offense.

[ He's bullshitting, but he's good at it, committed and convincing. ]

[Really? He's going to pull rank on her? Maketh doesn't flash him her teeth, though part of her - some foolish, uncultured piece - wants to.]

Your laws hardly matter here. And even if they did--

[Maketh gives him an unpleasant smile.]

--I would have the authority as a minister of Lothal. Seeing as I outrank you, Agent.

[ Part of him is disappointed that she didn't curl up a lip and show her teeth. Will didn't want a reaction like that from her if he was honest, but a small part of him did. The side she was able to draw out of him, a side he didn't much like. ]

Never heard of Lothal, we're from different jurisdiction. If your authority as a minister is still valid in this alien land... The by all means so is mine.

[ Oh he will argue this point with her, he knows he shouldn't and she won't give in, but he does all the same. It poked and pushed at him, the way she spoke down to him, Jack had done that to him recently too, perhaps that was why he argued with her? Jack would yell as loud as he could, which would intimidate Will into silence... Maketh however, she was snarky and had that holier than thou air about her, it was, by all means, more infuriationg]

Edited 2016-11-15 04:39 (UTC)

As I said, they don't matter. I was only demonstrating the flaw in your logic.

[Maketh lifts her chin, eyes hard.]

You are going to see the doctor. Are you going to walk, or am I going to drag you?

[ This again? Will sighs in annoyance, looks at the floor and pulls an irritated face. ]

How many times do I have to tell you, I don't need one.

[ He does and he suspects he does, he just doesn't trust doctors and he doesn't know any of the ones here! Will wouldn't put it past her to actually keep word to her threat and drag him to see one. Be it kicking and screaming or knocked out cold. ]

Tell you what. You go get some therapy for your anger issues and I'll go get checked out?

[Infuriating man. It wouldn't help matters if she punched him, wouldn't help at all, but by the stars it would feel satisfying. Maketh scowls at him.]

I do not have anger issues.

[And if she does, she is certainly not going to discuss them in front of him. Or anyone.]

What is therapy?

[The Empire does not believe in it, that's for certain.]

[ He's pushing his luck and he knows it. It's just something about her that brings out the worst in him. Or, perhaps it's the worst in her that brings this out in him? He could have been empathizing with her this whole time for all he knew. Would explain why he smirked at her annoyance with him from time to time. Not so far fetched really. ]

That just explained everything.

[ He laughed. Of corse, she was such a hardnose! She'd never had therapy let alone heard of it. It made sense to Will now. Wow, what a harsh world she must come from. No, No Will, don't start feeling sorry for her, not now. ]

[He's insulting her. He's laughing. Maketh takes a furious step forward, hand clenched tight on the handle of her sword. He doesn't get to insult her. Not after she's gotten this far, survived all of this bloody mess. Not after everything.] What? What, exactly, did it explain?

[There was a tightness in her voice that made her throat hurt, rage boiling just below the surface.]

[ Picking up on the tension surrounding him, Will backed down a little. ]

It explained why you can go from calm hand of the law to volcano about to blow it's top. Therapy could help you control that better... It's no surprise you act like this if you've never even heard of it.

[ Still probably wouldn't be any better than saying nothing at all, but at least he was telling her the truth. ]

[Maketh lifts her chin defiantly.]

I have control of myself and I will always perform my duty. Of that I assure you, Will Graham.

[ He shakes his head. She's a real piece of work. And she thinks he's trouble? A defeated sigh leaves his chest as Will shrugs a little. ]

Very well. if you say so.

[ A raise to his eyebrows. Still not convinced by her. ]

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