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hadriel_logs2015-12-10 10:04 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- adam parrish,
- amos kamiya,
- arya stark,
- ashley,
- beyond birthday,
- big boss,
- bob saginowski,
- bruce banner,
- chris,
- dorian pavus,
- jinbee tsukishima,
- johanna mason,
- josh washington,
- kamina,
- kazuhira miller,
- michael j caboose,
- nick rivenna,
- sally malik,
- sarah kerrigan,
- shiki ryougi,
- triela,
- vaiz,
- z delgado
INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for December. Watch your step!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-17th
Warnings: Taxxon-related violence, teeth shoes, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.
What: The intro log for December. Watch your step!
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: December 10th-17th
Warnings: Taxxon-related violence, teeth shoes, general unpleasantness, mass confusion.
You wake up in the dust of the colosseum with no shoes on, regardless of the state of your feet when you arrived. There's dust covering your clothing and in your hair, but other than that, there's no signs of injury or bruising. You're also not alone- nearby, there are others, either still passed out or just waking up like you are. Feel free to take solace in that fact. Or don't- some of you aren't human, and are clearly not great people either. No offense.
To your left, there is a door in the wall of the arena, supposedly leading to the halls which will then show you to your freedom. To your right, and scattered haphazardly on the ground, are a myriad of teeth shoes. These shoes might be better than going barefoot right now, but good luck finding a matching set, let alone one that fits you.
When you do eventually try to escape, be careful. The halls are crawling with Taxxons. Large and grotesque, these caterpillar-like creatures have circular mouths and multiple rows of sharp teeth. Their sense of smell is impeccable, and they will stop at nothing to feed when they scent blood. So, you know, try to avoid stepping on anything sharp on your way out.
All done with the horrible monsters and awkward greetings? Try your hand at exploring the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies until your little heart is content. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers December 10th-17th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► Characters may find their own shoes scattered around with the teeth shoes if you like.
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Jinbee Tsukishima | OTA
Uwoooh!
[ There's a loud voice that might startle you awake, if you weren't already. Jinbee is naturally loud, so he doesn't exactly keep quiet when he sees the shoes. Odd shoes! ]
I have never seen such footwear in my life! What are these!?
«« beware bug infestations »»
[ Then when he's noticed that he's not on the road with his father any more (how did he not notice right away) and he has not bothered to put on any of the tooth shoes because it's fine if he goes barefoot, right? He'll find some geta somewhere, eventually, right?
Anyway, at least his lack of wooden shoes makes his footsteps light against the hallway floor. He is not at all surprised when coming across a Taxxon (or two, or however many) because he's actually used to huge insects. ]
Don't worry, this Tsukishima Jinbee of the Insect Magistrate will protect you!
[ He says (loudly) to whoever is with him. Or maybe just in general, because he is like that. Even if you don't even look like you need protection.
He can totally defeat the bugs for you though, so you can kick back and relax if you feel like it. ]
«« accidental houseguests might make themselves known »»
[ He just can't stop being loud, this guy. He shouts in amazement at each new thing he come across. The buildings in particular, and the things in the stores, and the things in the houses.
He might be heard shouting in amazement outside any of the buildings, or he might be knocking on your door or you might not have heard him so he let himself in or.. anything, really. He's still so amazed at all these wondrous stuff that he is discovering. ]
Oooohh!! Amazing!!!
accidental houseguests
Z peeks into her living room, frowning at her... guest.]
Um... who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?
[Because if you need shelter, you're fine, but at least say hello, you know? Z likes sharing and all.]
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houseguests!
When he sees the look on the newcomer's face, his shoulders settle, and he smiles.]
Hello!
[Welcome to Hadriel.]
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accidental houseguest
to his credit lloyd doesn't start or draw his swords, but he does drop his bag at his feet and kick it unobtrusively into one corner before giving the boy a look that's some sort of cross between dubious and confused.]
Hello? You're not a friend of Zelos, are you? [only zelos' "friends" were usually female and um. more like sheena or raine.]
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koltira deathweaver | open
[There was a hook in his throat. Another buried in his side. His armor was broken, his voice crippled, his muscles dragged taut by the chains yanking him forward.
This is what he remembers.
When Koltira opens his eyes, the afterimage resonates. Sylvanas's face, enraged but smug. Her promise to him. Her assurance that she would thank him later.
But he isn't beneath the Undercity. He's somewhere else, somewhere he doesn't recognize, and he's not wearing any boots.
He sits up, staring, observing the teeth shoes strewn around him. He marks the ostensible exit, too, but he'll get to that in a minute. It's imperative that he recover his armor, and he knows it's here--he spots other, non-toothy footwear among the scattered piles.
He searches with increasing agitation, his ears twitching, his mouth a hard line. Then he sees someone--someone holding his boot.]
Give that to me.
[It's an order, and it doesn't sound friendly.]
it's you or me, buddy (taxxons);
[Koltira's seen worms of this like before. The massive jormungar of Northrend could be cousin to these monstrous insects, and he suspects they're just as amenable to company.
Koltira draws his sword as a few of the creatures skitter around him, up close to him. He doesn't actually smell like much of anything, beyond frost and sometimes scotch--usually. But he's not going to wait for them to attack, and besides--there are others here. Besides besides, he just wants to hurt something.]
Bash'a no falor talah.
[He swings his sword, its runes shimmering blood red, and cuts deeply into one Taxxon's soft underbelly. A terrible smile darkens Koltira's face as the blood flows. As the blood begins to burn.
Shrieking echoes through the halls.]
hey, listen (exploring);
[Koltira wanders the city, feeling an odd, increasing sense of unease. There's something not right about this place. Some kind of magic prickles at him, runs like fingers up and down his spine, and it's not pleasant.
He's hardly seen another soul, either, living or dead. But wait--there's someone, near the twisting spires. Koltira rushes to catch them, calling, his voice probably significantly more hostile than it should be.]
You there! Stay still.
shoes.
[ While Johanna will admit that the tooth-shoes have a nice aesthetic, the boots appear to be part of a set of armor of some kind. They look like they would provide great protection, and Johanna will take all the protection she can get. She doesn't care if these belong to someone else. She doesn't care about their safety. In an arena, you have to look out for number one.
She slips the boots on, and grins.]
Come and get it.
[ Judging from the skin and the pointy ears, Johanna is wagering that this man is from the Capitol, and the differences in his appearance are due to plastic surgery. It's so popular among the rich pricks these days. ]
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exploring!
She folds the limbs back up again at the odd, pointy-eared being, and recalls her zergling to her side.]
I'm listening.
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exploring
In any case, he hasn't seen this man before, and Adam is by now familiar with the disorientation of newcomers. Hopefully that's all that's going on and he's not about to get stabbed. He would really rather not get stabbed today.
He answers carefully, polite.]
Can I help you with something?
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Exploring!
Still, being polite and mostly-harmless works best with every kind of being, human or not: so Amos puts up a friendly smile.
"Oh, well, at least there's more than just me here. This place is too damned empty."
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taxxons.
He takes a step backwards as the monstrosities is hacked at with a sword -- he did not even realize they had cornered anything over their massive size. There is only mild disappointment at the burning of the blood for it is overtaken at the surprise at seeing another elf.
His breath catches in his throat. For a moment, for such a long moment, he forgets how to breathe. But he soon remembers when the burn in his chest takes hold. Yaha steps forward with a wide smile upon his face -- wider and far more deranged than what he means -- as he looks the other elf over, walking over the corpses, over the pieces, of the monsters left behind. ]
How wonderful.
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shoes;
Oh. He hadn't seen him when he first woke up, probably because Koltira is a good deal smaller and easier to miss, but... well. He nearly drops the boot, then thinks better of it, and holds it out to him instead.]
Take it. I have no need for an elf-sized boot.
[His one bare foot is green and covered in old bandages.]
Have you been injured? [If he sounds a little unsure, it's because he is. He's never, like, directly reported to him more than once. And he's not good at making friends.]
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exploring; u fuckin BULLY
c:
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Rag'kar Furykill | open!!!!!
[The orc wakes up, somehow barefoot. He's somewhat bothered but more grumpy than anything. And then he realizes he's in an arena and gets... well, a bit more excited.]
An arena? Is there going to be a fight? Consider yourself fortunate, then-- I'll give you a good show. Do your worst, mongrels!
[Of course, no one is going to charge him right off... but he smells something strange, besides all the humans and ... non humans who fell in around him. He's not one to sit around waiting for a fight, so he unsheathes his runeblades and stalks off towards the way out.
He's not offering to escort anyone exactly, but it might be a good idea to stay behind the very large, very strong-looking monster guy.]
[B. EXPLORING]
[After fighting his way through worms, he's not even bothered. He has a cell phone on his person but hell if you'll get him to actually figure out how to use it. He'd rather set his eyes on things personally, so here he is, out and about in the residential areas. He sticks out like a darkly-armored green thumb. Occasionally he can be seen rustling through debris to see if there's anything of note.
Sometimes he enters houses, too. Or apartments. If they're locked, he's not about to break in-- but he's kind of in a looting mood, so anyone else squatting there will probably be in for a start.]
[ooc: note, permissions are here if you intend on attacking him!]
b.
Tonight, she's glad she kept watch. The green...thing doesn't get halfway through the door before a sword is thrust at his neck. ]
State your name and your allegiance, beast.
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johanna mason | the hunger games | open
At first, Johanna is convinced that this is simply another dream. She's lost count of the number of times she's gone to sleep and woken up in a feverish, half-real arena. Her dreams may not be wholly real, but the pounding in her chest and the fury are not. She just can't escape, can she?
It's when she notices that other people are waking up around her that Johanna becomes suspicious. There are rarely other people in her dream-arenas, much less strangers. And everything feels so real -- her senses of touch, smell, and sight are far too clear for this to be a dream.
Which means she's woken up in an arena for real this time, which is even worse. She thought she was done with this. She thought they'd overthrow the Capitol and put an end to those fucking games once and for all. Guess not. Johanna stands, quickly. She's got no time to waste being vulnerable. Her head is still shaved from the torture, and she's still in her hospital gown from when Thirteen had to sedate her. She's pale, skinny, but most of all, she's very, very angry.
"Guess you didn't have enough, huh?" she shouts at the sky. "Had to go for one more turn? Well you know what? Fuck this, and fuck you!"
She isn't going down without making some people very, very comfortable.
the very hungry...caterpillars?
Johanna's taken what little supplies she can from the dusty part of the coliseum -- namely, a pair of shoes and some rocks for throwing. She's got her axe, of course. That's a much better weapon than a couple stones, but still, it doesn't hurt to have any extra. She'll go all David-and-Goliath on an enemy if they decide to mess with her. She's done this fighting thing before, after all.
Whoever made this arena stuck some strange beasts in it, that's for sure. Those are the most disgusting worms she's ever seen. And the largest, and the ones with the biggest teeth, too. Johanna has been stepping over it while she can, but now, her way is blocked by a huge swarm of them. She can barely see the floor.
Time for death, then. She takes out her axe and starts hacking away at the Taxxons. Slimy ooze sprays everywhere: on the walls, the ceiling, even on Johanna herself. The room is filled with beast corpses, but it's not enough.
More are coming.
street smarts. (cw: drug abuse)
This place wasn't an arena, after all. The thought brings Johanna some comfort, but much. It's no better than Thirteen, really. She can't see the sky, and the trees are small, sickly things. Decaying. That's the word. It's funny, really. Johanna can't stand anything too perfect, too saccharine, but she hates this, too. She hates the rot. In some ways, it reminds her of her own condition.
Or maybe she's so angry because she hasn't had morphling in almost twenty-four hours. Ever since the training center flooded, she's been back to using and abusing it like there's no tomorrow. Johanna doesn't want to deal with withdrawal, not right now, but mostly, she doesn't want to feel like shit. She came in with a single bag on an IV she's been carrying around with her, but that'll run out soon. And she doesn't have a plan after that.
So she's walking up and down the streets, dragging her IV behind her. She's looking for a drug ring, a clinic, a stockpile -- something. The city's pretty extensive. She's got to find something somewhere, surely.
shoes.
"Not your first time either, I take it."
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street smarts
<3
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very hungry caterpillars
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triela (ota)
[Coming awake sets all of Triela's nerves on high alert. There's dust in her waist length pigtails... Has she been here for some time? She smells the air. Something foul...
Being kidnapped scares her, in a bad way. It takes her back to a time she doesn't even properly remember or fully comprehend — but she knows that she was taken once before, and brutalized... But this time, she thinks grimly, I can protect myself. She's been granted her shotgun by her captors, at least — seems strange, but she's not going to complain — and she won't let herself be harmed.
More importantly, there's someone else she should be protecting, even above herself. She's looking for him now, concerned to the point that sweat beads on her forehead, and she feels like hyperventilating, but she has to be stronger than that.] Hilshire? [she asks the air, scanning for him, needing him.] Sir?!
[No sign.
The shoes all around make this place seem pretty screwed up, and Triela wrinkles her nose. What a freakshow... It's kind of making her jumpy. A noise spooks her and she flinches in place, whirling to the left and aiming with her shotgun at the same time. Luckily, she doesn't pull the trigger. It's just another person... Seems like several others are waking up here. Great, Triela thinks, civilians. There's no time to deal with civilians when she has to find Hilshire.
But she lowers her gun slowly.]
b.
[Civilians! Triela ends up thinking again, this time when huge, monstrous worms are blocking her exit and clearly trying to eat her. This is some sort of nightmare, or a really messed up fairy tale, right? Since when does stuff like this happen in real life? But it's definitely happening: all her senses are assaulted by the fear in this situation. Damn it!
The 'civilian' in question ends up shoved out of the way with one hand. This girl is way stronger than she looks — a human of normal strength will end up reeling backwards. Then Triela is in front of them, and she quickly takes aim — accurate aim — and fires with her shotgun. It hits one of the creature's eyes.
Now it seems pissed.]
Crap! [she hisses. Seven shots left. There are a lot of these things and only so many bullets...]
c.
[Safely out of the colosseum, Triela's still got a big problem: she can't find her handler Hilshire. She's been looking around for him for hours now instead of settling down — but how can she settle down when she needs him? And he needs her! If he's here, he could be hurt or in danger... If he's not here, those concerns still apply. Being apart from him is agony, and she's not equipped to handle this sort of stressor.
The phone she'd found on her person turns out to be useless, too. She dials Hilshire's number, but it's not just that he doesn't answer... The call doesn't even connect. She dials several desks at the SWA, too, but the same thing happens when she tries that. There's nothing... She has no idea she is, she has no idea where her handler is, and... It's scary here.
Triela looks like a lost little girl, eyes gone all big with concern and stress... Her hair is mussed and dusty, and she's barefoot. She'd probably look pitiful if not for the big shotgun slung over her shoulder. Still, even that attribute might be offset by the fact that she looks like she might start crying.]
Crap, [she mumbles, rubbing one of her eyes.] Ammunition...
c.
This child looks weak, too. Their eyes are so wide; they look so lost. Arya doesn't think it's a lie -- this child has "new blood" written all over her. Arya would be quick to dismiss this girl, except there's something very, very interesting strapped to the stranger's back.
This girl is armed. Well, at least she's doing one thing right.
Arya stands at the opposite end of the street, sword drawn. She isn't close enough for melee combat, but she's prepared, should it come to that. ]
You must make your own weapons here. The gods will not give us any until they resurrect Rage.
[ She says, matter-of-fact. ]
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rae!!! <3
rinna! <333
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michael j caboose | red vs blue
[ Sitting upright, he swings his helmet all around as he tries to figure out exactly where he is. He eventually comes to the conclusion that he has never been in this place but more importantly ... his feet are cold. He looks down to see that he no longer has his shoes -- or armored booties -- and wiggles his toes.
He does get up to walk over to see what shoes are actually present. Because it looks like whoever took his shoes is willing to leave lots and lots of other shoes. He picks them up to turn them over a few times. ] Ah! [ Caboose immediately drops them. ] I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize that you were down there. I was just looking for some shoes. You have a nice smile and white teeth. Could you tell me how to get my teeth that white?
[ It is about this time that the assault rifle tucked under his arm speaks: ] Captain Caboose, those are shoes.
hello i am lost
[ After talking to a few shoes, he does eventually wander out into what appears to be a city. He doesn't recognize this city, either. ] Hey. Did everyone send me on a mission and not tell me? That must mean that they think that I'm the best. I'm so good that they didn't even send me with information. [ Lightly patting the side of his rifle, he praises Freckles. ]
Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy? Who is a good boy that gets to go on a super secret mission that is even a secret to me! You! You are. And now we are outside and uh ... we should ... [ There is a slight buzzing sound before the rifle once more speaks: ] Seek a temporary headquarters before exploring the area more. [ Caboose stares ahead. There is an audible pause from the rifle. ] We should attempt to find a house to rest in.
Yeah, I'm getting kind of sleepy. I guess it's two P-M naptime!
cabooboo lost af
it's the only thing john can think about for more than a moment, staring openly at the guy in the blue...metal...thing. armor? a special suit? he's never seen anything so bulky in any battlefield he's been apart of.
generally, john wouldn't be so into the idea of leaping to someone's assistance, especially after the trying conversation (argument) he just had with miller. but this one? he seems like he needs a helping hand; probably a young marine of some kind who was scared of his mind.]
Hey kid, you doing okay?
HI NEW DAD
oh no
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new friends oh god caboose why
HE HAS A LOT OF FEELINGS HE IS AN EMOTIONAL TIME BOMB
Lost....
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kazuhira miller | ota
Miller doesn't remember falling asleep.
He'd been on Mother Base (because frankly, he didn't leave it much these days; he was of more use providing support than working out in the field), coordinating new jobs and checking on the men while the Boss was out. Morale had been low lately, not necessarily because of anything they'd done wrong, but because of what had happened with the English strain. First the quarantine platform, then Eli's last stand which had gotten way too many kids killed—a lot of the men were taking it hard.
Kaz did what he always did: he got back to work.
But when he opens his eyes now, it's through the haze of disorientation. His aviators aren't on, and it takes some frantic groping through sand (sand?) before he finds them.
Once they're back in place, Kaz pushes himself up to sit and finds that he's in the center of some kind of arena. It looks like the Colosseum in Rome, except without the tourists... and there are other bodies scattered around him. Living bodies, but none of them are people he recognizes. He's obviously nowhere near Mother Base, but he has no memory of being taken anywhere, of even being apprehended—
He still has his cane and his artificial leg, that much he can be thankful for, but for some reason they've taken his shoes. With a grunt and the help of his cane, Kaz slowly but surely gets to his feet, the peg of his fake leg digging into the sand. Sand which looks to be periodically splattered with bloodstains, he can't help but notice. He only needs one shoe, and so he grabs the first one that isn't completely strange and pulls it on.
Given that he has no idea where he is and he's out in the open, exposed like an easy mark, Kaz makes no attempt to talk to the other people who are slowly waking up. What he needs to do is get away from this place to somewhere more protected and then figure out what's happened.
With cane in hand, he hobbles his way over to the single door that's available to him, which leads to some interior hallways. That's a little better, at least, but it's dim and nothing he's seeing is jogging any memories. CIPHER has to be behind this. They hadn't been able to get to the Boss the way they'd wanted, so they'd decided to come after him instead, because he was the easier target. Well, he sure as hell isn't going to go down without a fight. He'll make them regret the assumption that he'll be easy pickings.
As Kaz approaches a corner, he hears a series of noises, squelching and clicking sounds that give him immediate pause. Whatever that is, it doesn't sound good, but there's no other way out and he isn't going back the way he came. Taking a moment to steel himself, he sets his cane against the nearest wall and then grabs for his gun. With only one arm, this might prove tricky, but he presses himself up against the wall and then moves forward step by excruciating step.
Once close enough, he rounds it as quickly and smoothly as he can (which isn't very), and is faced with...
There's really no other word for it. It's a monster. A giant insect with more limbs than anything that large should have.
"What the hell?" Kaz barks, lifting his arm to shoot at the thing as he tries to back away without tripping over himself. If the bullets don't do any good, he'll have no choice but to run, and that isn't anywhere close to his strong suit.
Shit.
02. HOUSE HUNTING [open]
Kaz doesn't regret splitting away from Snake. He doesn't need his help, even if he's been established here for a month now and might be able to answer his questions. Kaz couldn't care less about that. There are other people here, so he'll get information from them. He refuses to go crawling back when he'd been cast aside like a stray dog.
He has to prove that he can survive in this bizarre place on his own, and the first step in doing that is finding somewhere to live. Kaz's journey through the city is slow-going, his body already protesting the strain he's putting on it by traveling such long distances, but he grits his teeth through the soreness.
By sheer determination alone, he's reached the apartment buildings that are actually intact. Architecturally, nothing in this city looks anything like what Kaz knows from Earth, but it's taking some time to wrap his head around the idea that they're in another world ruled by gods. The spire before him is no different, and he stares up at it, wondering what the protocol is for getting himself an apartment.
It doesn't look like there's anyone in charge, or some kind of landlord to negotiate with, but the idea that he can just stroll in and pick a room for himself is beyond him. Kaz takes a look around and then spots a stranger heading down the road toward him.
"Hey. Do you know if there's anyone around in charge of this..." He pauses and gestures to the spire with his cane. "Building?"
03. SCAVENGING [open]
It's not a pill that Kaz swallows easily, this idea that he's trapped in this strange place for the unforeseen future. Whatever his feelings about Big Boss, though, there's one thing he does have to admit: if there was a way out of here, he would have found it by now. Until now, Kaz hadn't realized there was such a thing as a cage that could keep Snake prisoner (unless a coma counted, and in a way it did). Hadriel had proved that theory wrong.
Now that he's got somewhere to stay, the next move is to make sure that he's got what he needs to survive in the long term. Kaz isn't used to gathering resources himself, he usually has other people who take care of that for him, but Diamond Dogs doesn't exist here. (Everything he built, taken from him again.) So he'll handle this himself, peg leg and all.
Once he makes it to the storefronts, Kaz first finds himself a backpack. He can only carry so much at once, which means that these scavenging trips will have to be a routine thing. Frustrating, to say the least, but he's too stubborn to ask anyone else for help, even if his missing arm makes the entire process take twice as long.
Nonetheless, Kaz makes his way through the rubble of the store, using his cane to sift through debris in search of edible food or clothing that would fit.
[ OOC note: While this top comment is in prose, I'm more than happy to thread with brackets/action tags! ]
house hunting!
So it's curiosity more than anything else that drives Arya to actually approach the man. It's not something she does often -- she has a blanket mistrust of all males over the age of thirteen. It's a survival mechanism, and some days, she wishes she'd developed it earlier. She's got her sword out, ready for a fight if it comes to it, but something tells her she can take this man even without Needle's help. That thought gives her a slight bit of comfort.
Once she's close enough to see him properly, she gives him a cold, analytical stare-down before responding. She's checking for weaknesses (those are obvious), strengths, and any clues to his identity. She doesn't think she knows him, but the glasses make her deeply uncomfortable. She doesn't trust people if she can't see their face.
"No one is in charge," she responds, flatly. "If you're looking for shelter, this can suffice." She shrugs. "I've never been in it myself, though. If I were you, I'd scout it out first. Check for bears." It's sound advice. She's curious to see what the man will do with it.
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Josh Washington | OTA
[The shoes are weird. The shoes are really weird, and losing his own shoes was just as weird. Josh was rather uncertain about them at first, but when it came down to it, wandering around a freaky cave barefoot seemed like a slightly more awful prospect than wandering around a creepy cave with weird tooth shoes on. So he is wearing them. He's not entirely sure they aren't going to end up eating his feet - or, what, liquefying them or something? - but he's decided to take the chance.
Besides. This probably isn't real. Things have been kind of weird lately as it is, so maybe he's hallucinating or something. He's gotta find the way out of here and figure out where the lodge is, or what's going on, or whatever. Josh has things to do, he has plans to set in motion, and he was on his way to do that when suddenly he turned up here.
He's caught up in his own disordered thoughts, so when he turns a corner in one of the hallways he doesn't quite realize what he's looking at at first. Then he does, and he pinwheels back.]
What the hell?
[But hey, no way is that real. Giant freaky centipede monster? No way. So Josh laughs, then, and shakes his head.]
Hey, man! You got me good. Where's the camera? You can come out now.
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[Josh has come to the conclusion that even if this isn't real (and it probably isn't, come on, let's get serious here), he's going to have to treat it as if it is. There's weird monsters, tooth shoes (which actually are pretty comfortable), a crazy cave with crazy buildings in it, and he's just got to - figure things out. It's not easy, though. Part of him is still thinking it's some kind of prank. A more significant part of him is thinking that he really has finally gone totally batshit, and he's hallucinating it all. But he wouldn't be aware of it if he were, right?
Maybe he shouldn't have stopped taking his meds. It had seemed so obviously the right decision at the time.
But whatever it is that's causing this, he has to treat it like it's real, just in case it is. Just in case he really might get eaten by giant centipedes.
And that means finding somewhere safe to stay. Right now, Josh is just sort of - wandering. Actually, he's totally lost, considering the only landmark he's really familiar with is the colosseum. But the streets aren't totally empty, so when he sees someone else, he doesn't hesitate.]
Hey. Think you could help me out?
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I dunno, [ She says, coy. ] Can I?
Think you might have to be a little more specific. We're all forced into some kind of mindfuck here, man.
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yaha | drakengard 2
[ It's not terribly odd to wake upon the ground. Is that not how he was before he died? Crawling across the sand in order to just be able to touch Urick once more? To feel his heat pressed against his palm? He opens his eyes to look about the colosseum. The architecture is something that he recalls, but he also recalls death. This does not appear to be the Land of the Gods. This does not appear to be the place in which they will walk among those that brought such disaster to the living world. I expected more flames.
The trouble comes when he sees that he is without shoes. He breathes out a sigh before he gets up to look among the shoes already present. His head tilts slightly at the sight of teeth beneath but it is only for a few moments. Eventually, he locates one pump but is troubled that he cannot find its match. He would rather hate to start his journey of ... whatever this is ... lopsided. ]
You? Would you help me find the pair to this one?
Homeward bound the less than sane journey.
[ He's surprised the teeth hold him so well as he walks. He would have thought they might break and shatter as he continues on with them. Truly, they are far more reliable than his other heels. Yaha smiles to himself, but it is a brief smile. It does not feel as though he is alive -- yet he feels the bitter taste of life as he breathes in. His magic -- his everything -- feels drained and weak. He cannot manipulate everything as he would like. He cannot force the minds of those who look at him to stand so that he may take out some of his ugly aggression upon them. ]
It may be the first time that we have lived alone, children. [ Yaha appears as though he is speaking to himself as he walks the streets. He tilts his head slightly toward the ground as he listens to the murmured responses in his ear. Hurt... hurt... kill? His children's vocabulary is awful and he cannot help but sigh. They can feel his desire for bloodshed but it would be too dangerous to do anything now. So, they search. They search for a place that they can rest ... and for supplies to sink their teeth into.
Meat... meat. Red and wet. Living? Suffering? The elf starts to laugh -- it's a melodious sound that is coupled with a small spin around in a circle. His precious ones. His dears who have so few thoughts. He will find them meat. He will find himself something delicious. Perhaps, it will be the same thing. ] Humans are the same no matter what world we go to, isn't that right, children? Find the one that shall protect us from the chill and the emptiness of this world. That is what our task should be ... and hopefully, there is a house with it.
[ And hopefully, the person has enough meat on their bones to keep all their stomachs full. ]
shoes.
Only if you help me find a match to this one.
[ Do we have ourselves a deal, weirdo? ]
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Kamina | TTGL | OTA
[Kamina wakes up choking. Not really a surprise, only he didn't expect to be waking up at all. Not after an injury like that. Not much time to think about any of that though as he spasms with a cough, coming up to all fours and finally clearing the dust from his lungs. Dust? It'd been raining when he...]
[Red eyes open one at a time, a look of confusion on his face.]
What the hell...?
[He's on his feet (his bare feet?) in a heartbeat, drawn up to his full six feet and change, checking the cape over his shoulders, feeling at his waist for the sword thrust through his belt. The hallway catches his eye and he's moving for it with long strides, but stops when he gets to the pile of shoes. Weird shoes. Are those...teeth? He pokes among the pile with his sheathed sword, finally uncovering one sandal with a shout of triumph. One down, one to go!]
The hell kind of enemy takes a man's shoes?
ii. Wow, you're one ugly worm!
[Even with the door open, this hall is dark. Luckily, he's used to half-light, and doesn't trip--even when he hears the clicking, the rustling, an unnerving hiss coming from the darkness ahead of him. Instead, he stands firm in the middle of the hallway.]
Hey, don't just hide in the dark! Come on out!
[He maybe regrets those words just a little when he sees the first giant bug click into view, hissing and salivating. But the mighty Kamina doesn't run, and all he does is pull his sword from its sheath with a ringing sound, grinning.]
Man, look at that face! If you wanna fight, better come on, then! I've got places to be!
iii. Underground again?!
[He managed to make it through the hall, even with all those weird bugs, but now he's disappointed to find he's back....underground? Kamina stands in the middle of a wide thoroughfare, staring up at the cave roof far overhead, a thoroughly disgruntled look on his face.]
Geez, you gotta be kidding me! I just made it out of the last pit! This has to be a joke. [Louder:] Yoko! Simon! Kittan?? Come on, guys, this is a joke, right?!
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She's got a basket of food in her hand from her "shopping" trip just now, and it's with that in hand that she approaches him, calm as anything, an eyebrow arched and an apologetic smile on her face.] Not a joke, sorry. It'd be a really bad one if it were.
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Seviilia Brightwing | Open!
[Waking up covered in dust isn't as unsettling as the lack of breeze. Last Seviilia could remember, she was holed up in the frozen north, living her days culling the few undead that remained in the last holdings of her once jailer. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it was better than hanging around further south with orcs and humans fighting turf wars over a dying planet.
This -- this is clearly neither of those things, and when she sits up to find that she is also missing her plate boots, its really just icing on the cake. The shoes scattered to her right simply won't do -- aside from the fact that they wouldn't fit with her leggings, they were hideous. The teeth that lined them -- it might have fit the whole death knight motif, but practicality simply wouldn't allow.
Walking barefoot is an option, but the fact of the matter is that she's more interested in finding what belongs to her. So those waking up will find a pale, frosted figure moving slowly among the graveyard of footwear in search of her belongings. The lack of boots throws off the intimidating appearance of bone and frost, but there are still two very sharp axes strapped to her back.
Finding the first boot is easy -- but the second?]
Sandworms
[Finding the shoes had been an adventure all its own, but once she has them, crossing to the exit is the next natural course of action. She had briefly considered attempting to summon her Deathcharger, but the halls are not as wide as she expects them to be and the fact of the matter is that Havoc would simply get in the way of her escape. No, she was on her own -- or so she thinks.
There are advantages to being undead, though they rarely outweigh the cons. One of the plus sides is one's increased endurance, and its probably the only thing that is keeping Seviilia alive when she is taken by surprised and tossed a good six feet in the air away from a breech point in the ground.
She lands with a heavy armored thud in front of -- someone a few feet back from her. Something crunches audibly enough, but she's still moving and trying to get at her weapons. There's no time to introduce herself to whomever's stroll she has interrupted, not with her attempts to get on her feet and arm herself.]
Get back, quickly!
Exploring
[Getting away from the Taxxons hadn't left her without some marks. By the time she's gotten away from all the nonsense, she finds herself in need of some assistance -- though just enough for her to recover. Seviilia is mounted as she enters the city proper, leaning a bit heavily on her saddle.
Its immediately clear to anyone who watches her pass that, in spite of being obviously dead -- she's injured. She smells of blood even at a distance, there are some dents in her armor, and an obvious trickle of blood spiders down from her head and over her face. She doesn't appear to be in a hurry to heal herself.
More importantly, she's obviously searching for something. What that something might be is anyone's guess.]
Exploring
A bit wide-eyed, Amos nontheless puts up a friendly kind of grin and tries to back around the corner he'd just turned. Well, maybe she hadn't noticed him?
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Amos Kamiya | Open to Everyone
Amos wakes, wondering for a moment why on earth he would be that hungry...then realizes the thoughts aren't his. He lies a moment, perfectly still and eyes closed, and sorts out what are his thoughts and what aren't. Something...large and predatory and hungry nearby, insect-like thoughts with that particular kind of crackle to them. The idea of something with that bad of the munchies gets Amos up, because playing dead actually doesn't work as well as people say.
Dusting himself off, Amos absently pats down his clothes and pockets as he looks around. Some kind of arena looking thing, ruins, and people. And...not-people. Huh. He really doesn't remember doing anything in particular to end up here, but stranger things have happened. Frowning petulantly at his lack of boots - he liked those boots! - Amos gets to his feet and wanders over to examine the shoes.
Or the not-shoes, he discovers, on picking up a likely-sized specimen...and promptly dropping it again as he recoils with an explosive, "What in fuck?!"
Okay, not bothering with those. They look questionably demonic in nature. Or maybe cursed, or magically booby-trapped...yeah, just no. Amos grimaces, and wipes his hands on his jeans before picking his barefooted way among the shoes. That over there looks familiar like one of his combat boots...
2. It's Dangerous to Go Alone...: Properly shod with his own steel-toed boots, Amos stands by the hall doorway, obviously reluctant to enter it. He can "hear" exactly how many very hungry creatures are out there, in much closer proximity than he's comfortable with being, and he has no idea what the layout of the land even looks like. Only that here, there is nothing immediately wanting to eat him.
He doesn't cut an impressive figure, all of five feet and six inches, wearing a canvas camo jacket, worn jeans, a black backpack and a hunter-orange knit cap. His dark slow eyes are wide as he turns to the person about to go through the doorway, quickly assessing them for more powerful weapons than he himself has.
In a snappy kind of accent, New York gone Southern in a distinctive New Orleans accent, he tells them, "Careful. There's something nasty out that'a'way."
3. Three's a Crowd: The city "outside" the arena is...interesting. Fascinating. Strange. Amos walks along with a step oddly quiet for a man wearing steel-toed combat boots, looking all around shamelessly, a rubbernecking tourist. As he walks, though, he's not just looking with his eyes. He's also casting his lone supernatural talent wide, "listening" for the thoughts of any animals nearby. Any other than the monster-y kind, that is, he's heard a few of those already and it's directing his twisting course through the city streets as he seeks a place farther away from those dangers.
Note: If your character has an animal companion, Amos will come up and talk to them first! If your character is part animal themselves, well, Amos will be a little more cautious in approaching them.
3!
"Um. Hi." He tries as an opener. "... Are you new?"
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Locus | Open
[Using his invisibility cloak, Locus is moving through the halls with little trouble until someone runs straight into him. He falters back, his camouflage glitching, showing the armoured mercenary in full view inches away with a sniper rifle in hand. Before he can do or say anything there's a loud grumble up ahead where a Taxxon is quickly moving their way having spotted them.]
Move!
ii. Exploration
[He's been mapping the area for hours now. Now and again, he's spotted the native creatures of this place along with a few people who seem just as confused as he is. He stays out of their sight using his active camaflouge but the power consumption it draws from his armour has him dropping it as soon as they're out of sight, which is why, when he suddenly hears a noise ten feet off his right, Locus is in full view as he quickly turns his gun on the poor passer-by.]
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[OTA.]
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What're you gonna do, shoot me?
[ Do it, asshole. Shoot the girl who just crawled out of a goddamn hospital. She dares you. ]
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Shiki Ryougi | Kara no Kyoukai | OTA
[ While others are stirring (noisily so), this young Japanese woman remains still as death. With dust caked into her hair and along her face, most ordinary human beings would have been quick to shake it all off or sneeze whereas Shiki herself laid there. Partially out of the laziness she was prone to, but there were other reasons to as well. She could listen to conversations undisturbed and evaluate each of the others within earshot. Should she need to, she could use her eyes to see those beyond what her ears could pick up. That's fine and all provided no one bothered her while she remained sprawled out on the ground... but really, she looks nearly dead in her current condition. Someone's bound to check on her whether it's out of the goodness of their heart or out of interest of stealing the red leather jacket she wore. ]
✘ COLOSSEUM.
[ Once Shiki is up for whatever reason, she'll actually focus in on her surroundings and take them in with a casual glance around the colosseum. Has she noticed that her laced up boots are missing? It may be difficult to tell once she starts walking against the bare ground undisturbed, living up to the stereotype her clothing may imply. Whatever impression someone may get from that at least. A blue yukata made of some of the finest silk in her country and a red leather jacket that looks out of place along with it.
While her clothing has mostly been sorted out appearance-wise, her thoughts are more of a mess than usual as she recalls the dream from before. That had something to do with this place, didn't it? Hell if she knows.
Hell is this place. There's no sulfur in the air, but being surrounded by strangers was the closest thing she could get to it. Not wholly surprising that a sinner would wound up here, but did this mean the others brought here against their will were also sinners? She'll remain guarded and dismissive towards any who approach her. ]
Colosseum
He contents himself with waiting outside with a first aid kit, for incoming wounded or news of incapacitated bodies inside. He lifts his hand in a greeting, and runs towards the door as soon as he sees someone coming out.]
Are you hurt?
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Richie Gecko | From Dusk Till Dawn | ota
Richie doesn't like missing such a vital article of clothing. A sour look passes his face as he looks across the ground and spots a pile of shoes that most certainly aren't his. As he walks to them he takes long strides so as to touch the ground as little as possible. It doesn't take long to notice the shoes covered in teeth, a fact that does nothing to phase him. Without hesitation he reaches into the pile of shoes and teeth, picking through the selection to find something suitable.
When he finally spots a pair of dress shoes that look to be in his size, Richie pulls them from the pile. He inspects the top with a satisfied nod and while holding both in one hand by the heel, turns them over to tap his finger against was must be human teeth.
After placing them on his feet, he stands. Richie walks away from the pile in a straight line, then turns to come back to them in a jog ending with two jumps on both feet. Sure, the shoes were covered in teeth, but were they functional?
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Preferably out of it and back- well, not back to where they were, that would be a waste of a perfectly good escape. But somewhere normal and familiar would be a start.
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you get my first tag after 2 months of hiatus. welp this gon be a mess.
Seth Gecko | From Dusk Till Dawn | OTA
And of course there's Richie, jogging around like an idiot testing out shoes from some kind of freaky foot fetish reject pile. Seth rolls his eyes and picks one up, then drops it immediately because yeah. Those are human teeth.
What the actual shit.
"What the hell's this supposed to be, Cinderella meets Marathon Man?"
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But those shoes are pretty gross, and Adam really doesn't know why they would have appeared here. There's another crop of new people, and that's become sort of normal - or at least not a surprise - but the shoes? Yeah, that's new and weird.
"I wouldn't put them on. Who knows what they would do to you?"
Adam is wearing actual shoes, not being one of the new arrivals. He has no interest in trading them for teeth shoes.
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