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hadriel_logs2017-02-10 09:35 am
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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- ahsoka tano,
- alphys,
- amos kamiya,
- ana amari,
- anne of austria,
- asgore dreemurr,
- asriel dreemurr,
- bucky barnes,
- chara,
- connor walsh,
- curufin,
- danse,
- dr. lee rosen,
- ellie,
- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
- frisk,
- gladiolus amicitia,
- hanako nurumi,
- hannah washington,
- hannibal lecter,
- henry percy,
- ikaruga,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jack benjamin,
- jamison fawkes,
- jill valentine,
- kate galloway,
- kylo ren,
- liv moore,
- muscovy,
- napstablook,
- natasha romanoff,
- nick valentine,
- prompto argentum,
- prussia,
- ragnar lothbrok,
- regis lucis caelum cxiii,
- rey,
- sans,
- shadow the hedgehog,
- tiny tina,
- tyki mikk,
- undyne,
- ushahin dreamspinner,
- uzumaki nagato,
- yukari mishakuji
Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: Shark week
What: The intro log for February
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-16th
Warnings: Shark week
Once more, new arrivals will wake up on the ground level of the ruined colosseum. There isn't anything particularly comforting about it, either- everything is a bit cold and impersonal and there is, of course, the fact that nobody remembers just how they managed to wind up here in the first place. That can all be explained in time, though- until then, you've got quite a bit on your plate already.
And why is that? Well, that may be because you're also surrounded by sharks.
Yes, on land.
It doesn't mean that they're totally incapacitated though- you still have your two headed sharks, your giant sharks, and your sharktopus that are more than capable of flopping in your general direction before taking you into a death roll. And don't forget the (far more dangerous) sand sharks, capable of swimming through the ground as if it were water itself. You might want to start to finda life rafthigh ground soon.
But hey, if you manage to get away from the sharks, feel free to help yourself to one of the odd food shaped blankets. These cozy comforters are perfect for your new bed, but they tend to carry a faint scent of the food they represent, so be sure not to sleep on an empty stomach!
Listen to the Jaws theme, grab a harpoon, and get cozy! On your way to safety, make sure to explore the rest of the city! Find a house, a new monster, a project to help with, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers February 10th-16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well!
► All characters arrive with phones that have network communication and the newbie guide installed.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
Russia | ota
Among all the confusion stands a man with a big, excited smile. Now, he's smiling most of the time, so to those that know him it might not look that out of place, but even they would notice that it isn't just cheerful as it would be normally.
Russia is excited. Sure, he just got dragged mack to murdercave after a few centuries of being back in his world, but you know what that means? FAMILY. After all what they said was true, and the family back home didn't even notice that he was gone, nor did any other nations of his people.
So he's back with the family who was not there now.
But first he's in the colosseum, and a look around tells him that there are nice, cushy pillows to be had and a lot of friends to be made.
"Hello." He wanders over to the next person or shark and picks them up to stand them on their two feet (or fins, or whatever applies. "You should stand and come with me, yes? This city has much nicer parts than this place."
B. I made a friend =D / All over the city
Eventually, Russia picked a friend: One of the two headed sharks. A lot of hugging calmed the new friend down a bit, and now they're on their way towards Spiral 1.
Yes, that means that Russia is carrying a shark with him, tucked safely against his side, and every once in a while punches it in the face to stop it from snacking on him. Bad shark. He'll wave cheerfully at everyone that he met when he was here as a child, but he'll only drop the shark to rush towards them for Firo or Rey.
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Doesn't help that she's too distracted by the shark itself to notice the one carrying it. It isn't until he drops the thing and starts rushing towards her that she finally takes a look at the man himself and--
Wait. Waaait.
Is that...?
"What the h--?" Rey starts, cutting herself off as words fail her.
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He ambles along taking everything in without thinking too much about it--that is, until he suddenly comes to a stop because there is a large man holding a shark coming his way.
...And now there is a large man dropping a shark to rush toward him. Firo quickly wracks his brain for anyone he's upset recently who might want to send someone after him. Rey mad about his double? Nah. Nick mad about what his double did? Maybe--but by now the person is so close that Firo's jaw drops. He recognizes him.
Could it be a relative of Muscovy's? No, no, the resemblance is just too close for that, and the kid had only mentioned sisters, meaning that this can't be an identical twin.
"M-Muscovy?! What the hell happened to you?"
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He goes over to Russia, a smile crossing his face. "It is good to see you again, Muscovy."
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inquisitor trevelyan ; ota
[ The Inquisitor ventures near, but not within, the Colosseum for the first time in months. There hasn't been a particular reason, aside from the obvious danger that accompanies each new addition from their beloved Door, but this time, she feels... compelled. Quietly, Cecily chalks it up to the hope that one of her friends might appear again, but she'll sooner admit to wanting to keep an eye out for the new arrivals.
This is also true, and with good reason. This time, that reason has a lot of heads. ]
Bloody - [ She's never really seen anything like it (the sharks) and has no problem dispatching them with a grimace. Whatever these monsters are, they have a few variations, and can... apparently swim through solid ground as if it weren't solid at all. After experiencing the sand sharks for the first time, she swears and finds herself a safer lookout, peering down at the Colosseum's exit from higher ground. Luckily, she still has a fair view of those who are slipping out of it below, in case they're in need of any -
Something alerts her to its presence behind her. Cecily whips around, bow drawn, in time to barely move out of the way of one of the two-headed sharks. Amid a string of curses, the Inquisitor begins a tussle with the thing, noting easily its dead eyes and numerous teeth, split between the two heads.
This is what she gets for leaving the house today, she assumes. ]
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Paladin Danse | OTA, but limited number of threads
[One moment he's on the open road, and a fierce gust of wind blows enough grit into his eyes that he needs to close them. But when he opens them again, it's just in time to see a complete set of razor sharp teeth lunging at his head. Battle reflexes kick into action, and with a sharp gasp he ducks, narrowly avoiding a messy beheading.
The, the fish thing crashes onto the sand behind him. Danse wastes no time grabbing Righteous Authority, raising the lazer rifle and levelling a couple of shots at the shark. But no sooner does it go down that the ground begins to rumble, and suddenly five more burst out through the dirt. He hits one with the butt of his rifle, kicks another away, and somehow or another manages to twists his body away from any chomps...but he can't catch a break, not with these five jumping in and out of the ground, hungry for a meal. If this carries on as a one vs five fight, then Danse is going to be in serious trouble.]
Walking around the city - Open to three threads
[Without the immediate threat of being eaten, Danse finally has the time to process the fact that he is in a new world. Grabbing one of those oddly scented blankets and stuffing it into his rucksack, he escapes the colosseum and its sharks, and eventually finds his way into the city. Along the way he grabs a loose board; the note inside his communication device was alarming, and if it was true then he was going to need to conserve his ammunition, as much as he possibly could.
The guide had mentioned a map in the middle of the city. That should be his first priority. But after his first few encounters with the monstrous fish, he's taken to walking slowly and carefully, peering around corners and running from cover to cover. He's not going to let any of those damn sharks get the jump on him!
But of course, who can really tell if a sharktopus is about to burst out from the ground? He's used to clanking about in heavy power armor, not sneaking about undetected. Suffice to say that as much as he would have liked to avoid any further encounters, that's not going to happen, and he could certainly use any help to fend off creatures.
Or maybe he hears a cry for help. He won't hesitate to go charging into the fray to rescue those in need. Unless they're synths, but what are the chances at this new, strange world has robots?
((OOC: Choose either one scenario mentioned above, or make up your own!))]
Deep in the city away from most people: Closed to Nick Valentine and Maketh Tua
[With a roar, Danse slams his makeshift weapon on the two-headed shark's back. An ugly snap and it's left writhing on the floor, flopping and unable to move any further. All its floundering and snapping isn't going to do it any good; Righteous Authority hums in his hands, and with two sharp red bursts of energy straight at its two heads, the shark's dead.
But it was a tough fight, and that sudden flare of pain on his right leg from being bitten has him fall down onto one knee. Danse grips the wound and finds himself surprised that his hand comes away sticky. Pulling away and seeing the copper red stain on his palm, he berates himself silently. He got careless back then, thought he'd only had one head to deal with. But the bite was really more of a deep scratch; the shark's teeth had scrapped against his leg when he'd tried to leap out of the way. Nothing more.
It's just going to be a long road back to his new lodgings. The board had snapped in half, so unfortunately he's going to have to hobble his way home with no crutch for support. Hopefully there'll be no more nasty encounters for the day.]
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It's not much brighter outside, but it does seem a little safer, so she clutches her tupperware container full of brain masala close and decides it's probably okay to relax a little.]
This is a dream. A nightmare. [Except I wasn't sleeping a few minutes ago. I was grabbing lunch in the house. I was going to have a glass of wine.] Or I fell and passed out.
[Yeah, Liv. That's exactly what happened.]
You don't happen to know what's going on, would you?
[Sure, Liv. Ask the guy with the gun, the guy who is probably not even real, if this is real. That's the normal and healthy thing to do.]
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Prose away~
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Amos M Kamiya | OTA
“Oh!” he says, startled, and turns a circle to survey the arena, rifle lowered but still in his hands.
A short Asian man in desert camo fatigues and a tactical bullet-proof vest, he has multiple earrings, a Monroe piercing on his left upper lip, and shoulder-length black hair tucked under a plain black bandanna. He has a black eye and a large bruise on the left side of his face, with a stitched cut over his left brow. He’s also currently sparting an AK-47 rifle, a handgun at his waist, a machete at his belt, and a backpack at his booted feet. He frees a hand from his gun to scoop up the bag, head up and eyes watchful. He moves with a tight-wound grace, easy but poised to move in a moment.
Fighting plague-zombies and battling ambushes constantly for a week keeps you on your toes, even if Amos is running the ragged edge of exhaustion.
He cocks his head, listening mentally for a moment, trying to tell if the mockingjays are still around.
Then he grimaces. “Sharks?” he queries in New Orleans accent, bewildered, recognizing the predatory thoughts and undercurrent of hunger. How are the…
Oh. That’s how. Amos stares at the flopping shark for a moment in disbelief, even as he automatically raises his gun, takes aim, and shoots it through the enormous dark eye all in one quick motion before he can even really think about it. Then he stares at the dead shark a little longer. “What in the name of all the saints…?”
B. Elsewhere: After that first automatic reaction, Amos has tried to avoid actually shooting any more of the sharks. They aren’t that fast and therefore not that dangerous, as long as you’re careful. Or at least, the regular ones aren’t. Now, the ones with octopus legs are a lot more tricky. Also a lot more brain-bending but Amos has seen weirder.
He thinks.
Nothing comes to mind right now, mainly because he’s scurrying down a sidestreet with a shark-topus making surprisingly good time behind him. The city looks an awful lot shinier than the last time he’d been here, and all his convenient hidey-holes of rubble are inconveniently not where he last remembers them being.
A, hey stranger
This month? Falls into the latter category, because... Well. What? Sharks? That's a new one, even for this place. And they're not exactly packing magic or powers that she can see. So instead, Kate focuses on what she can do. And what she can do is use the longbow on hand to shoot arrows at a few of the fuckers and offer help where needed with healing cells and directions to the clinic.
(That longbow? Kinda a new thing, something she's picked up through lessons with Henry. Probably weird to see, considering her previous affinity for throwing knives and guns.)
But that voice, that accent. That's familiar. As is the face that it belongs to. The outfit's new, though.
"Long time no see," she comments, dropping from the stands to approach Amos, quick on her feet as ever. "Looks like you've got th' more effective weapon." Although this bow sure does pack a punch.
Kaaaaatie-bug! :D
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ahahaha don't let him know he is very grossed out by dead things
lol par for the course in liv's life tbh
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Liv Moore | ota at the clinic
If it were a dream, she would've woken up by now. She probably would've misplaced or somehow dropped her lunch as she escaped the colosseum. The city wouldn't be so coherent despite its strangeness. The signs pointing to the clinic wouldn't be so clear and consistent. The clinic wouldn't be where it's advertised as being.
So no. This isn't a dream.
Liv herself isn't hurt, but she heads to the clinic anyway because it's familiar. She may work in a morgue, but she's still a doctor, and the scratch didn't take away her years in medical school or her time as a resident at the hospital. Helping people is what she knows, and saving lives is what she's in it for. Well, what she was in it for. Things are different now.
Things are really different now.
The clinic is a lot... smaller than she expects. And not as sterile and boring. And not as chaotic despite the fact that it's more than likely at least someone got a chunk bitten out of them in the colosseum.
It's not what she expects, but it's the only thing she has right now, so Liv clutches her lunch close and walks tentatively inside.
"Hello?" She pauses, waiting for an answer. "Anyone here?"
Or is everyone out by the colosseum, waiting to treat the wounded? Maybe she should double back. There'd been people wearing armbands with crosses there. She could always ask them.
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So she'll go back to where she knows, wash the blood off herself before the panic sets in too badly, and make herself presentable.
People usually needed this place now, after all.
"Need a hand?" Not that she looked injured, but who really knew in this place. It's be fucking typical that they'd get someone with some internal injury beyond the skills of anyone in this place, knowing her luck.
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Nagato woke up. It was the first surprise: he was supposed to be dead. One cannot bring a whole Village back to life without paying the price: this time, it was death and the redhead was ready to repay his debt. The second surprise was the pain, but this one wasn't that shocking: pain was an old companion, one that Nagato knew and accepted. Even the dried blood on his arms wasn't exactly surprising. The third was the shark.
At first, Nagato's brain had all but frozen: beside a few summons, he had never seen a shark, especially one flopping uselessly on the ground a few feet away from him. Its fins clapped frenetically on the sand as it tried to come closer, gaping maws biting at the air. It was grotesque and once the initial shock gone, the ninja couldn't help but pity the poor creature: it was out of his element, a little bit like him. Killing it by throwing a knife in its big, vacant eye was a mercy, really.
"Hell is a strange, strange place." Nagato muttered, trying to get up.
Keyword: trying. His legs refused to work, the deep scars digging into his muscles and eight years of inactivity sending spikes of pain running from his feet directly to his brain. Nagato fell back down with a strangled cry and stayed here for a while, dizzy.
[B: In the streets.]
It took him some time but Nagato managed to leave the coliseum to wander in the streets of the city. The fact he was in a cave just cemented the certitude he'd died and gone to hell: it didn't faze him. The sharks, however, were another thing entirely. He was ready to pay for his crimes, but torture by fish was a little bit too undignified. Most were easy to evade, but some swam through the ground like it was water and those had almost managed to get him once or twice already. Nagato was running out of throwing knives, his chakra too disturbed for him to use the rest of his abilities. What he needed was somewhere to perch himself, to get off the ground to safety.
After a little while of limping around trying to find a ladder, anything, Nagato stumbled onto a partially collapsed wall leading to the roof of a nearby building. He lost no time painfully climbing up, finally allowing himself to sit on the edge of the roof and rest a bit.
At least, from here he can keep an eye on the streets and guide anyone who needs it to the relative safety of his shelter.
A!
"Hey. Need a little help? You're not hurt, are ya?"
Amos spoke with a New Orleans accent, a bit snappier than a typical Southern drawl.
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Dr Lee Rosen / OTA
It is a moment of disconnect between brain and body. A moment in which Lee's brain, ever logical, ever well-reasoned, and ever eager to stay alive is screaming at him to move. To run. To climb. Anything to get out of the way of that dorsal fin gliding through the sand in his general direction. But his eyes are too distracted by the surreal-ness of the moment. His nerves are too confused by the feeling of the sand shifting beneath his feet when a shark swims past him its tail slapping side to side just hard enough to send rough grains scratching across his left cheek.
Too close for comfort.
He spins on his feet as a tentacle(???) grabs at his forearm, managing to free himself just before the tentacles can get a firm grip on him.
"What on-" He mumbles to himself, flustered and flushed but there's no time to finish the thought. His brain finally gets a solid connection with his limbs and he begins running. He is oddly athletic for someone his age and now the slim, lanky, gray haired man dressed in a rumpled blue cardigan and white pants is giving a sandshark a hunt to remember as he sprints, trying to find a way out.
B. Elsewhere
Outside the colosseum, Rosen continues to lope along side streets until the feeling of being chased by terrestrial cartilaginous monsters has truly subsided. Once the hairs on the back of his neck stop pricking and his vision clears, he slows then stops altogether. He presses a thin hand against the nearest wall to support himself, then as if he were some sand castle melting under the slow wash of sea foam he sinks down to the ground. Back against the stone, head lulled back, eyes closed, he sits on the ground, heart thudding in his chest, blood rushing in his ears, and trying to get some semblance of a regular breathing pattern back.
Only then does the real confusion start setting in. The physical exhaustion is too much for a nightmare. The coldness of the stone is too immediate for an illusion.
His eyes slip open. He blinks. His brows furrow. Then his eyes narrow as they try to focus on the sky-- no--- ceiling above him.
A ceiling?
Where is he?
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Well, that's a new one. At least since she's been here.
As she sees the man running for his life, she waves at him. "Hey! This way!" Hopefully he'll just take her word for it, but Jill can certainly get him moving in the direction of the exit while she covers him.
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Gladiolus Amicitia | ota
[ That pun is bad and I feel bad. But Gladiolus meanwhile has little time to wonder where he is or how he got here, only that one moment he was falling asleep at the house in Cape Caem, and the next he was awaking to the thrashing of sharks on... dry land? He's fought plenty of strange creatures (even that one giant shrimp that time,) so he doesn't hesitate to defend himself as one of the sand(?) sharks lunges out from the ground and lunges at him.
In an instant he calls his greatsword to him, the heavy blade appearing in a wisp of blue light. Well, at least if that works then Noct can't be too far away, right? Casting a glance around him, Gladio swings his sword down and knocks the shark well enough away. Whether anyone else is having trouble with the monsters or not, he gives a shout. ]
Hey, look out! [ I mean, shark attacks on land aren't normal. He'll have plenty of time to ask questions later, right now he's got sharknados to slash. ]
2. Mandatory Cup Noodles Reference - (Network/Action, exploring around Hadriel)
[ It's no surprise that Gladio makes it out of the coliseum without too much trouble. He's fought through way too many daemons and imperials to let a few rogue sharks ruin his otherwise-ruined day. And yes, he even managed to walk away with a blanket that looks and smells like his favorite Cup Noodles. So feel free to run into him while he steaks out the perimeter. And looks for Noct, because that's kind what you do when you're his bodyguard.
The phone he found on him might not have the news like the ones back home, but if he could reach somebody, maybe he could make sense of this place. ]
Hey, if anyone gets this, I'm looking for someone. Anyone seen a kid of about twenty years old, black hair, blue eyes... kind of scrawny? Plus, he sleeps too much and whines about eating his vegetables. You'll probably know him when you see him.
If anyone's seen him or knows where he is, let me know. Tell him Gladio is looking for him.
SHARKS BY
[there's no way he could forget the commanding voice of their strongest. it brings comfort to prompto in this very surreal, very scary, very dangerous situation. although helpless as he feels, prompto manages to duck out of the way of the incoming slash and/or sharknado, only to half-crawl, half-run towards the crownsguard.]
[gladiolus is free to what the fuck at prompto for looking so heavily hurt, when this is literally their day-to-day back home. supposedly.]
Gladio! I've never heard of sharks on land before?!
[yep, he's basically hiding behind the other, back to back, trying to keep an eye out for any incoming sharks while also trying to keep pace with the other.]
and darling darling shark by meee
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Hannibal Lecter | Colosseum | open!
Blood. Hannibal pressed a hand to his abdomen, where he had been shot and was slowly bleeding out, and when his hand came away he expected it to be entirely slick and red. But there was nothing. He wasn't bleeding. He wasn't even wet. Curious.
He slowly straightened, hands held out in front of him, eyes calmly yet quickly moving from shark to shark, watching every move. He glanced behind him and saw a fin running along the sand, as if there was a shark actually swimming in the sand.
But that was impossible.
But it was coming closer.
Hannibal took a step back, his hands patting his pockets, looking for something to use as a weapon. A phone (did he have a phone before?) was no use. But the corkscrew? He pulled it out, curled his fingers around the handle, the pointed metal screw protruding between his middle and ring fingers, and waited, knees slightly bent. The fin sped up, and then the animal broke the surface of the sand, jaw open wide in a rush toward Hannibal...
...who side stepped it, spinning, putting the power of the torque in the fist with the corkscrew. It punched right into the shark's eye with a burst of ocular fluid and blood. The shark writhed and thrashed and sank back into the sand. Hannibal watched it, his breath only slightly elevated with effort. Satisfied it would not return, he flicked his wrist, sending fluid and tissue flying from the improvised weapon onto the sand. He looked around to ensure he was no longer in immediate danger. He wasn't...but there was a sand shark headed for a nearby person who was unaware of their peril. Hannibal moved quickly to intercept it.
Re: Hannibal Lecter | Colosseum | open!
Lee had seen it in his periphery: a man doing combat with a shark, on land, with only a...well to be perfectly honest from where he was standing Lee can't actually be sure what the man had been holding.
He takes a tentative step closer and then another when he's verified that the path is clear of sharks, for the moment at least.
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prompto argentum | ota
[prompto does the absolute best thing he can do in his situation: try to climb up the rubble on the side of the colosseum the second he realises it's sharks coming at him.]
[it's the closest to high ground he can find, and a part of him extensively believes that this is some empire-level of torture, to throw him into the fray of deadly shark-monsters after holding him captive for hours? days? --he can't tell anymore. all prompto knows is that he's hurting, exhausted, and dazed for the most part.]
[but his moment of respite atop the rubble doesn't last for long. out of nowhere, a sharktopus is climbing the opposite end, heading straight for him, jaws open and teeth ready to cut his flesh open.]
Wuoh--hey! That's unfai--aahhh--!
[an attempt to get up on his feet and move out the way has his slipping on some misplaced bricks and stone, and although he's making a quick escape from the sharktopus' bite, he's rolling back down onto the grounds of the colosseum, a mess of limbs and pained groans, easy prey for all other sharks abound.]
You've--got to be kidding me...
[prompto does a fair effort of getting up on his feet and out of the way, grumbling annoyingly (and also yelping hilariously, now and then), but he doesn't seem battle ready, at all]
B. THE STREETS / WHEREVER YOU WANT HIM / TEXT
[there's a blond, scrawny kid that doesn't look too good. he actually leans against the wall of one of the nearby buildings and tries to catch his breath by resting on his knees for a bit. looking a bit closer, he tries to clean up the blood from injuries to his brow and nose.]
[clearly, he's seen better days.]
[and while the entire situation has him feeling confused as to why and how he got here (despite the very helpful guide on the phone he's found on himself), prompto is sensible enough to try and reach out to others.]
hello my name's prompto argentum
i'm looking for
has anyone seen noctis??
i think i 'm lost
A: Colosseum
[ It took the ninja the last of his reserves of chakra to manage to catch the boy with his Banshō Ten'in and yanking him toward his position with a gravitationnal pull, poor Prompto landing in a heap near Nagato's feet. ]
Are you alright? I suggest you evacuate, the octopus one won't been slowed down much by the stairs!
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B. Bromeo, Bromeo, wherefore art thou, Bromeo.
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Anne of Austria
[The dress she wears is certainly more practical for life in the French court than for fighting sharks but that doesn't deter her. Her heels dug into the sand, making moving around quickly difficult but she picked up the nearest weapon that could be used to smash a shark with.
She wasn't a fighter, a queen of France never went around fighting her own battles but instead had guards to do it for her. But when she saw someone wrestling with a shark, she knew she couldn't go the other way. She brought the weapon she held around as hard as she could to try to knock the shark away with every bit of determination she had.
The shark seemed to be stunned which gave her a moment to turn around.]
Are you alright?
b. around the city
[It's taken her a few days to learn her way around but Anne likes to think she's done alright for herself. This is the first time she's ever been entirely by herself without even servants or her ladies watching her every movement. It meant that she had to learn how to cook and arrange her small apartment but she could do what she wanted without someone else's input.
She could sleep in the middle of the bed in peace without having to deal with Louis. A part of her did feel guilty that she relieved to be without her husband but the guilt faded as she looked around her simple little apartment that was entirely hers.
But there were practical matters she had to consider so today she was exploring the city to gather supplies. The clothing in the shop was confusing and she held up a pair of pants, puzzled. She knew that this would be an adjustment but she apparently had a lot to learn.]
c. girls night out (closed to Maketh Tua
[Maketh had mentioned that Anne should come by the guard station once she got settled and Anne was more than happy to take her up on the offer.
This would be the first time she had a friend of her own since her ladies from Spain had left her alone in France. Perhaps she was being dishonest by not telling Maketh who she was but she wanted to be just Anne for once. She finally could put aside the fact that she was royalty, something she had never been able to do..]
Maketh? [She knocked on the door politely before opening the door with a smile.] I hope I am not late.
C!
On the upside, no one appears to have died.
Small favors, Maketh thinks, and drops her hand. She smiles a little when she recognizes the woman standing in the door.]
Anne. No, you come just in time.
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Bucky Barnes
[Bucky's angry. Frustrated. He was safe, he was being put down for some good cryo sleep that he chose so he could be safe and other people could be safe from him--and now he's back. Great. Perfect. One arm, soft white hospital clothes, and no weapons? He's not in the greatest shape to be taking on sharks, but okay, he needs to get a little aggression out, so yes.
Bucky Barnes is punching sharks.]
Fuck this. Fuck you.
[He says as he punches a shark so hard it goes flying.
Bucky looks around for anyone who might need help and goes ahead and punches a shark that's menacing someone.]
You okay?
the city
[It's cold. Bucky is not appropriately dressed for this place, and he needs weapons. Luckily, he knows his way around. He can be seen stalking the streets as he finds his way back to the apartment he once shared with Steve (and he is not thinking about Steve right now, no way, definitely not) and digs out the clothes that were already stashed there before heading to Rage's armory.
Once in the armory he's testing out different swords and knives. With one arm and none of the guns he had before it's going to be fairly different, but he might have plans. Maybe.
He swings a sword around, testing its weight.]
The City
[But when he meets Bucky in the street, it only takes him a moment to recognize the man. Amos smiles, and though it's tired it's a genuinely friendly and pleased smile. Bucky did save his life that one time.]
Hey, chief. You're looking a little better'n last I saw you.
[Much more animation and life in his face.]
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Undyne | OTA
[ the streets. ]
[ or whatever you'd like to do with undyne! drop it here! ♥ ]
[ colosseum ]
He hasn't seen her type of 'creature' before yet he's soaking in the role of the gentleman easily as he steps over a body and glances around at the way the corpses are just piled. He can take care of those later given the time and lack of distraction. His hands are out wide to either side as to lower his state of threat. There's not a drop of blood on him even if he did dispatch a few sharks earlier just for the thrill of it. It's just a shame they didn't give him much sport. He's smiling gently as his eyes take in whatever she's wearing.
"I take it you're a little new here, my lady."
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ASGORE | OTA
[This isn't exactly where Asgore expected to find himself. He's not sure what he did expect, but it certainly was not an arena full of sharks.
Including...octopus sharks? It has admittedly been a long time since he's been outside the Underground, but he's very sure those aren't real. Still, there is one, crawling towards him at a slow but steady pace as it gnashes its teeth. A trident would be a helpful weapon here, but he hasn't summoned it. Instead, he's standing at a safe distance from the sharktopus, hands raised in a peaceable gesture, taking the occasional long step back as it approaches.]
Come now, can we not talk about this? There is no need for violence.
[This is a little ridiculous. He's not even quite sure if it is sentient; he knows of no monsters like that. But he's just had a FIGHT. He is sick to death of FIGHTing.
...ha, ha.]
[NOT THE ARENA]
[Outside of the arena, in this strange underground city, there is little to distract Asgore from his thoughts.
He sets out at random, seeking only to distance himself from the center of Sharkville. Once he's some distance away, and the streets are mostly clear of people (of humans), he stops, leaning against a wall and pressing a hand over his eyes, his shoulders sagging.
He thinks he may have made yet another awful mistake.
But for now, he's just going to have to...do something. Go somewhere. Keep going. Right? This is not the Underground. He's surrounded by strangers - humans, at that - so would anyone here even notice if he just finished what he started? But, then, he must still have his soul if he is standing here, so that would be wasted. He'd thought he could do one good thing, and it seems he's failed at that, too.
He'll take a moment. Nothing needs to be decided right this second. He just needs a moment.]
not the arena
He don't find Papyrus, but he finds someone else leaning up against a wall, and the silhouette is unmistakable - from the sheer size and height of him to the curved horns and crown.
He slows, halts a few paces away.]
You, uh...that you, Your Maj?
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Prussia | open
[Gilbert can't be counted on for much, but what you can be sure of is that when it comes to a fight, he knows what he's doing. He doesn't know where he is, or why, but he's not going to let some sort of flying great white boss him around. As soon as the monster flies up to him, he skitters back just enough to be able to throw a punch right to its snout. While he looks like a normal person, there's obviously more going on as that shark slams to the ground like it was just punched by a comic book superhero, sending the shark to dreamland. Gilbert looks around angrily at whoever and whatever is around, ready to demand an explanation.]
Is this even for real? Or did I fall asleep watching the SyFy channel again?!
[2 - Silent Hill]
[Someone's managed to find himself a moped and is zipping around the city, checking everything out. He still doesn't look too happy, but right now Prussia's filled with a lot of mixed feelings. Being sent here is a new sort of freedom for him, despite being kidnapped and stuck in an underground city. It'd be a lot better if it wasn't filled with monsters or traps, too. Right now he's stopped on his moped to look at the sudden heavy fog in front of him that indicated the Silent Hill section. He's not sure if he should turn around or brave it. He is not know for his common sense decisions, so someone might want to stop him before he decides to make he way inside - if it's not already too late.]
[C - City Guard office]
[For anyone who is working inside the City Guard office today, one platinum-haired loudmouth has just swung open the door to check things out.]
City guard, huh? Who's in charge of this?
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Russia, on the other hand, is rather flummoxed. He's never seen another nation in those other worlds. Nor was Prussia anywhere near him just a moment ago.
...Actually, upon closer inspection, Russia probably doesn't look as familiar. For one, his style of dress is western, but it's a 1680ies western style. And he looks younger - not shorter, but a bit lighter, a bit less round, a bit saner, and just like he's lacking a few years in appearance.
"You should not be here, yes?"
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Napstablook | ota
They sit up (they don't remember lying down), only to feel more... heavy. A quick glance reveals a pair of legs they didn't have before, fingers, skin...
... They're corporeal?
The sound of fighting causes them to flinch suddenly, as the former ghost tries to process that they have a brand new, human body. They're too busy looking at the giant shark octopus fusion to notice the shark fin zigzagging across the ground towards them.]
[Streets]
[After Napstablook somehow survives the shark ordeal, despite never have to run or walk in their life, they're now... pretty dang lost.
Wherever they were, it was like the Underground but it wasn't really the same. Napstablook didn't get out much, but they knew he difference between Waterfall and this place.
So if this wasn't Waterfall... where was their house?
A scraggly-looking human, with white hair and dark circles under their eyes stumbles in whichever direction, clearly unsure of where to go. By the way they seem to keep tripping over their own feet or using buildings to help them move forward, it's like they've never walked before.
In some cases, Napstablook might end up tripping into people. They make a little distressed noise as they fall.]
oh no... i'm so sorry...
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He don't recognize 'em, but he don't recognize most humans that end up here. The only humans he would are already down here.]
Might wanna move it, pal. Don't wanna fin-ish last, yeah?
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Junkrat / OTA
[Man, he must've really fucked up this time. Waking up from a blackout, soaking in the noises of screaming and constant, unidentifiable collisions -- whatever he did, it must have been awesome.
If only he could remember it.
Even before he has complete awareness of his surroundings, still face-first in the dirt, Junkrat reaches up and runs a hand across his head to check for any potential signs of concussion. Nothing immediately obvious - checks his neck, nothing there either.
Metal fingers curl around the grip of his frag launcher by habit, and he pushes himself upright to look around, quickly realizing two things:
1. He didn't recognize this place at all
2. Sharks.
Sharks? Okay, definitely not something he did. Junkrat watches as one of them, flung as if from a giant cannon, into one of the colliseum's stone walls in a desperate bid to get at whoever was standing there a second ago, leaving the oversized fish floudering uselessly against the dry ground. Junkrat cackles at the sight, pushing himself to stand up.]
Well, this is different!
[Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a bit of movement headed in his direction. It's easily recognizable as a shark fin, even though it's well-camouflaged against the ground. Junkrat widens his stance, preparing himself for whatever's got some business for him. Just a few yards away, it breaches out from the ground, projected to land its mouth directly on Junkrat. Thankfully, he has other plans - and shoves a mouthful of metal in the predator. Even though its mouth manages to get all the way down to his shoulder, it can't bite down with the combination of a metal arm and frag launcher shoved down its throat.]
You really don't want t' eat me, mate.
[Junkrat stares into the closest empty void it calls an eye, a wild smirk on his face.]
I'll give ya terrible...indigestion.
[Ga-chunk! A grenade gets sent down to some unknown part of the creature's digestive system, and it makes short work of the rest. He uses his other arm to free himself of the now disembodied head, the half-heartedly wipes the fish entrails from his face.
With one hand on his hip, he taps the barrel of his firearm against his forehead thoughtfully.]
S'pose I should find some shelter; this weather's pretty bad.
[Junkrat looks back over his shoulder as if looking for someone that clearly isn't there. Junkrat pouts and huffs -- yeah, shelter's his best bet right now. He locates the closest doors and wastes no time in hiding away in the labyrinthian corridors. He'll eventually feel out his way to the staircase, which allows him to watch the continuing chaos from a relatively safe distance, casually leaning on the railing so he can get the best view of the coliseum floor.]
Ehehehehe...!
[Try to not let the occasional deranged giggling get to you.]
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She's not planning on talking to anyone, but when she spots Junkrat... good lord, he looks bedraggled. Is his hair charred? Maybe he was attacked down there. He... he should be fine. She doesn't have to get involved.
But damn, now she's worried about a stranger and maybe just asking if he's alright would be fine.]
Are you, uhm... o-okay? You're, uh...
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[The pounding of her heart and the ground under her palms feel real enough. The freak of nature flopping it's way towards her seems less so.]
What the fuck!
[Ellie may not understand anything that's happening, but her instincts remain sharp all the same. She whips out her pistol quick as lightning, and starts unloading into the twin heads of a shark shimmying far too close for comfort.
The limited amount of ammo she's carrying won't be enough. Fortunately, Ellie can see she's not the only one fighting- she rushes over to whoever is closest, thumbing bullets in to replace those lost.]
3 o'clock! [She yells, pointing to the closest target.]
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[The phone she'd inexplicably found in her backpack took Ellie awhile to work out, but eventually her resourcefulness won out over her complete lack of tech skills. So. Gods. An underground city. A bunch of monsters straight out of comic books. A bunch of crazy bullshit.
...No Joel. No anything familiar at all.
She worms out of the little hole she'd hidden herself in to recoup, slips her backpack over her shoulders, and stares up at the ceiling overhead. It doesn't seem real. Even stuck in quarantine zones, there had been a sky to look up to.
First things first. She's tired, hungry and almost out of ammo. Time to scavenge. Those wandering through the city may come across a young, kinda scruffy looking girl rooting through garbage or basically anything left unattended.]
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[Not long after running the tip of the spear through one of its gills, she hears a girl's voice using a term of position Rey knows well. Slamming her boot over the long nose of the now-motionless shark, she swings her spear towards her right, and finds a double-headed carnivorous fish seemingly hungry for human blood.]
...Shit.
[She mutters, before hurling the spear into the left eye of one shark head, which seems to only slow it down.]
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kate | ota | will match format
What. The. Fuck.
( That's the - very concise - summary of one pink haired woman carrying a longbow and sheath of arrows, a leather-like bag strapped to her right thigh, sunglasses on despite the fact that the cave's supplied by artificial light that's never really called for sunglasses.
So, either she's hungover, or the goggles do more than just block light.
She walks in with the kind of calm that comes from seeing way too much shit down here, more concerned with pressing her fingers to the frames of her sunglasses than actually taking any of these sharks down. A new month, a new batch of people. New monsters to analyse.
But - as time passes, and these sharks reveal nothing more magical than the general horror of being bred with an octopus (seriously, why) - Kate moves to looking around, to finding people who look out of their depth, or injured, offers a hand in weapons or - more oddly - strange little trinkets, like a pen or a bracelet. )
Need a hand?
( Need healing, or just an assist in fighting? She'll do what she can. )
( two | clinic | open )
( The sharks were nothing more than horror shows, no powers to be found, and eventually, Kate retires to the clinic, trusting that the others will do their jobs as needed - either standing outside and offering support or getting into the fray themselves - and checks on things there.
Anyone who enters gets greeted by a head of pink hair poking out from one of the rooms and a; ) Hey. Can I help?
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Ragnar | OTA
[ Ragnar is certain, initially, that this must be a dream. He'd had his eyes closed mere moments ago, lost in his own thoughts as the longship lurched and pitched in the ocean, the chatter of his men serving as steady background noise above the splash of waves.
But all that had disappeared in an instant, replaced by stillness and sand and Ragnar climbing to his feet, disoriented. The fin sailing through the sand towards him is the first thing his eyes lock onto, and the Viking cocks his head, bemused. That couldn't be a shark, this was land --
The shark suddenly surges at him from beneath the ground, and muscle memory -- bred from years of training and sparring and battles -- takes over, allowing Ragnar to spring out of the way of its snapping teeth. His hand yanks the axe from his belt, and he pivots around to try and land a blow on the beast.
The axe slices through air, nothing. It's gone.
The shark is buried back beneath the sand, and this time that fin is coasting in the direction of another nearby person. Ragnar is quick in pursuit, but there's no guarantee he'll make it in time. So he bellows, in a voice he often uses in the heat of battle: ] Watch out! Behind you!
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[ Sometime later, Ragnar can be found kneeling at the edge of the lake, quietly washing the blood from his face and beard.
Sprawled out on the grass next to him is one of the blankets that he'd found in the Colosseum. And laid out on top of the blanket is a shark, now clearly dead, hauled all the way from the Colosseum in said blanket.
He's distracted enough, at the moment, to not notice the sound of someone approaching. ]
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And this time, he finds it full of very large cartilaginous fish who have features the ones in his world didn't have. He shakes his head. Strange!
He comes around a corner, out of the passageways under the seating galleries, into the arena with its dirt floor. A sharktopus is squiggling after him, and he finally turns to kill it, becoming irritated at its persistence. He whirls, stabs, and in the process, backs onto the arena floor.
He hears a warning shout and swings his sword around in a vicious horizontal slash which nicks the sand shark but doesn't kill it. It dives into the ground and vanishes from sight.
"Thanks, friend!" he says, seeing the armed blue-eyed man with braid, sidewalls, and a beard.
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She didn't. The sharks were already there when Ana arrived which sent her leaping straight into action, shooting at them to give the new arrivals, and those helping, a chance to get away unscathed.
There hadn't been time to get to a better vantage point before she saw it happening -- a shark bearing down on someone, and they hadn't seen it in time )
Stay down.
( Her words are quick, shouted in between shots. When she finally takes its attention the old woman moves, a few steps to get some more distance between the shark and the person there.
It takes more bullets than she'd expect for a shark, they aren't anything ordinary it would seem, but finally it goes down, Ana checking it through her scope before she finally lowers her gun. She gives a 'hmph' type sound, looking over to the person that had almost become a meal )
We should move.
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And yet... she hadn't. Hannah Washington is a normal teenager without any magic powers, but her father is a fan of Westerns, and she imagines he'd be in full support of her picking up a gun and learning to handle herself. Of course, the kinds of guns he admires are huge things, shotguns, and she doesn't think she'd be able to manage something that... powerful. So, when she creeps closer to the Colosseum this month, it's with a pistol only.
A pistol is not enough to deter land sharks, though.
Hannah shrieks, moving sharply out of the way as one of them approaches, but it's quickly felled by a woman who actually knows how to use a gun. An older woman, based on her voice. ]
O-Okay. [ The stranger makes short work of the monster and Hannah finds herself, amid fear, feeling a kind of admiration for her abilities. ]
Um - Yeah, sure. ... Thank you.
[ She's a bit dazed when Ana makes the suggestion, but she follows all the same. ]
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