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

[The irritation goes unnoticed at first; Triela is too busy wondering whether to fire again or simply jump at the thing and wrestle it to try and gauge the atmosphere. She considers... Probably best not wrestle it. Those teeth! On the other hand, she only has so much ammo, and the thought of using it all up and still being stuck here with these freaks still makes her nervous. So... Well, an assassin knows when to remove herself from the situation, right?]

Hey, [she says,] let's g— [She looks over her shoulder at him. He's sitting on the ground.]

What are you doing?! [Now she's radiating pure irritation. Civilians!] Get up!

Well, I wouldn't be on the ground if you hadn't knocked me over, would I?

[Beyond huffs as he pulls himself back to his feet, dusting off his hands on his already-dusty jeans. He still seems to be completely unworried about the threat of the monster in front of them - unworried or uncaring.]

Edited 2015-12-12 02:40 (UTC)

[Triela is so surprised by this man's confrontation that she lowers her shotgun.] N-No, but I—

[But I saved your life comes to mind. What the heck is with this guy? She stares at him for a moment, maybe a moment too long, before holding out her hand to him.] Look, [she says, distressed,] we don't have time for this. You're okay, right? We really need to go, or that thing's going to eat us!

[He stares at her hand like it's a completely foreign object.]

Nothing about this is OK.

[But there's no argument that they're in danger of being eaten; he just doesn't seem perturbed by the idea. She does, though, obviously, and it's not much, but it's enough to pull his attention.]

What do you suggest?

[Well, yeah, the guy's got a point. This isn't okay. It's bizarre and frightening. But Triela has a job to do — namely, survival, until she can find Hilshire, and she can't let this guy impede her there.]

I suggest running away. We're gonna get eaten alive if we stay here, mister.

[Now she frowns, maybe a little wise for her age, and she retracts her hand, but she bends down to his level.]

Listen. Do you have a death wish?

[She's not mocking him. She asks it very solemnly.]

[... Oh no. Not again. For a split second, every nerve in Beyond's body goes taut with remembering. You want to die. Not a question; Shiro knew. And he'd answered her honestly, and she'd torn him apart with her bare hands, later, after he'd changed his mind.

Despite the fact that this girl is toting a giant gun, everything else about her seems to want to help, not harm. But Beyond had been fooled by Shiro, too - her childlike affect, the claim of friendship. No, he'll not make that mistake again.]

Of course not, [he lies.] Which way?

INTRO LOG: A TAXING JOURNEY

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cw slight gore and vaguely suicidal