INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[barebacking]

We're not? How nice.

[ He sounds about as happy as finding out that he may be dead. His head cants from this side to the other as he hums a soft song. ] Our bodies are funny things, aren't they? No matter how pretty they are ... they always fall to ruin with the right blade. Ah, and what a beautiful blade that it was.

[ Yaha lightly waves his hand in turn. ] I apologize. I was reminiscing on a happy memory. [ He does not yet know how to act in front of others. The way he acts in front of his own is his usual childish sweetness. Who me? Could not hurt a fly. Just a little soft in the head. But is not my face pretty enough to forget it? Little things to learn until he finds out what is proper, what is right, then twist and shove until something lodged in his throat and mind. ]

I understand. I shall do my best to watch for those that wish for our demise. I wonder what they will bring. [ More songs as he hums and tries to comfort his children who rest beneath the ground to feel better. ]

[morphinum]

[ She snorts. ] Mmhmm.

[ Okay, this guy is fucking weird, but he's pretty dark, too, which Johanna can appreciate. Seems that he gets happy about death, and honestly, Johanna doesn't blame him. There's a lotta death in the world, and you might as well enjoy it. Survival isn't as fun if you don't realize that the world is out to get you.

For Johanna, it's all about fighting the world. ]

Hey, if you've got happy memories, then you're lucky, fairy princess.

[ It's a derisive nickname, to be sure, but that's just Johanna's style.

She starts pawing through the shoes, far more violent than she needs to be. She's got a lot of anger, and right now, she's gonna take it out on footwear. ]

[barebacking]

[ The elf straightens from being bent over the piles of shoes. ] I don't think that the faeries have any princesses. They do have a king, but -- [ He lifts his hand into the air to make a dismissive gesture. ] Still, I hardly think that I'm as wicked and cruel as those little gnats are.

[ How mean. And here he is helping her find shoes. ] I want to catch and grind the bones of every last one of them. It should be easy since all one needs to do is catch one in their hands. [ Back to looking. ] Such troublesome creatures that they are.

[morphinum]

[ Wow, okay, he took that seriously? This guy's got a special brand of crazy. It's entertaining, really, and Johanna's got no problem with exploiting it. She knows she's got a screw (or several) loose. It's why she's so nonchalant about the crazy thing, really. She feels more kinship towards the insane than the sane. ]

Damn, Rapunzel, you're fucking serious. Huh. I like that about you, though.

[ She flashes him a toothy grin. ]

Guess you've met a lot of fairies, huh. Hey, I'm not complaining. It's a damn good measure of how far off the deep end you are, and I can appreciate some bone grinding. Sounds like a great party activity.

[barebacking]

You like me? I am most touched to hear those words.

[ He offers a kind smile in return as he keeps digging through the shoes. No, no. Why give this pile without allowing him to find what he could trade to receive his heeled one? ]

I met a few. They're all the same, however. [ A beat. ] You think that I am mad? Have you truly not met any faeries? I suppose that you do not live by the wood. Have people really started to believe they do not exist?

[morphinum]

I mean, that's not saying much. I don't really like people. I tolerate you.

[ She says, to clarify. ]

Of course I think you're mad, and of course fairies don't exist. Who do you think I am? Fairies are in stupid little stories parents tell their children. Fairies are lies. [ She shrugs. ] Besides, anyone who's as happy as you here is fucking crazy.

[ She goes back to her search, and grumbles. Ugh. Still nothing. ]

[barebacking]

[ He takes a moment to look surprised, but really, doesn't everyone only ever tolerate everyone else? ]

They are real. [ Yaha chirps once more as he picks up a boot -- not the same boot as what she showed him, but he still shakes it lightly at her to see if it will be an acceptable substitute. ] I suppose there must be some madness in happiness. I cannot deny that... those that are happy are ignorant or deranged. The world doesn't allow anyone to truly experience bliss without a price.

[morphinum]

[ Johanna only ever tolerates people. Apparently love and true friendship are things that people experience, but they don't interest Johanna in the slightest. Really, those sorts of things are just a burden.

She gives Yana a curt nod, indicating that the boot will do. ]

See, now you've got your head in reality, Prince Charming. [ Johanna's never going to run out of snarky fairy-tale nicknames for this guy. This is excellent. ]