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hadriel_logs2015-12-10 10:04 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2015-12-10 10:04 am
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!
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He says, with a little smile, scratching behind his puppy's ears, helping him settle. Rocco doesn't answer back to Amos, just tucks in closer to Bob, who watches Amos like a hawk. They're each as mistrustful as one another.
"Haven't seen you."
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He's not hurt or offended; just because most animals are friendly to him doesn't mean all are. It's individual, and this one's lived a rough life. Amos is patient and careful enough not to force anything.
"Woke up here, where-ever here even is, a few hours ago, I reckon." Though his features are Japanese, his accent and speech patterns are all New Orleans, even after so long. "Had a hell of a day so far, like you wouldn't believe. Don't s'pose you know where we are?"
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He clears his throat.
"He's a very little dog, and we woke up here a month ago too, just like you did. The city is Hadriel. You'll have to work hard, work to the bone, for food and shelter and weapons, since there are things that walk the streets to try to kill us."
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Sounded pretty typical, but the way Bob phrased it made Amos think he wasn't used to that kind of life. Then again, when Amos was on a trip or a mission, he wasn't the kind of kept lapdog he was back home: he'd had to scrape and fight for survival more than once before, especially against monsters trying to kill him.
"Hadriel. Never heard of it. Where on God's green earth is it, I wonder?" Amos patted down his pockets, but found he only had a granola bar in his pockets. Not anything Rocco should eat.
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Says Bob, with his Brooklyn accent and his supremely mild shrug. He's taking this better now than he was a month ago- or else he's just still shellshocked.
"But it's good that that's where you're from."
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Amos blinked slowly, eyebrows rising. "Not on...fuck, I'm not science-y enough to deal with the whole parallel universe thing. Or alternate realm thing. Or pocket universes, or whatever. You sure we're not on Earth? Because this whole thing reeks of magic, honestly. Demons or gods or fae-kind, what with the monsters runnin' loose."
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He admits, with a shake of his head.
"So one or both of us is far from home."
Either, or, is his point.
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But he knows very well that not believing in something doesn't mean it might be real anyway.
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Nope, none of that either. Just... no, no equivocating or explaining.
(He's sort of a lousy conversationalist.)
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"That puts a whole new spin on things, don't it?" he asks, wryly, and runs a hand through his hair. "I didn't really need my life to get more exciting."
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Says Bob, scooping Rocco up under one arm. He's not the welcoming committee kind, unfortunately.
"Maybe if you've known those things, it'll help."
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"Thanks. I appreciate the info." Amos smiles, and slowly gets to his feet, projecting the motion well in advance. Bob seems the very suspicious sort, and while he hasn't stabbed Amos yet, he's not giving the man a chance to.
See you next time, new friend, he tells Rocco, cheerfully, offering a little smile and wave at the dog.