hadriel_logs | 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.

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

i. Taxxons

[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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iii. Wildcard

[OTA.]

Edited 2015-12-12 05:54 (UTC)

[ Poor passer-by. Hah. If Johanna heard someone call her "poor," or express any kind of pity, really, she'd be more than happy to give them a swift punch in the face. She positions her axe right back at him, ready to throw it straight in the weaker points of his armor. ]

What're you gonna do, shoot me?

[ Do it, asshole. Shoot the girl who just crawled out of a goddamn hospital. She dares you. ]

[Locus keeps the sniper rifle aimed at her.]

That depends.

[He's keeping his eye on that axe. His partner used to work with knives so he's well aware of the weak points of his armour.]

[ She twirls said axe, and if the soldier is familiar with axe warfare, then he'll know that she's getting some momentum to throw that sucker. Hard. Hard enough to kill a man, or at least take off a limb, which is exactly what she aims to do if he decides to fuck with her. ]

Depends on what? You're not very specific.

[ Her voice is taunting, teasing, as if she enjoys this. And she does. She enjoys antagonizing people very much. ]

[Locus has been a mercenary for far too long to fall for such obvious tactics. He's a sniper, he excels at keeping his cool under fire, so this little show does little for him.]

If you plan on throwing that axe.

[ He's pointing his gun at someone incredibly relaxed. who just blinks at him in silence. He's got a broad sickle on a spear resting against his shoulder, and a straw from which he blows bubbles. He tips his head far to the side. ]

..hi?

[Relaxed or not, Locus keeps his gun pointed at him.]

Who are you?

[ Guns are weird, aren't they. As are people who carry them. ]

Vaiz.

[He's being cooperative which means he's going to keep his gun pointed at you.]

How did you get here?

[Always trying to gather information this one.]

[ Why? He doesn't see the point. ]

I walked.

[ He meant to this spot from his house, right? ]

[Look, he doesn't trust you and that's enough.]

Let me elaborate: How did you get to this world? Who brought you? Where are you from?

[He's at least polite about the interrogation.]

I'm from Tatrand. I don't really know how I got here, Hope might have said but he talks so much so I can't remember.

[Tatrand? He's never heard of it.]

Hope? Is he a native?

[Maybe he should find him and interrogate him instead.]

I suppose so. He says he's a god.

[Adam raises his hands, showing that they're empty, that he's not a threat. He'd rather not get shot by a stranger today, and he's suddenly very wary, careful not to move too quickly.]

Please put your gun down.

[He keeps the gun raised.]

Who are you?

Adam Parrish.

[He sincerely doubts this person will have any chance of recognizing his name, but he gives it anyway.]

I'm not going to attack you. I don't even have a weapon.

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