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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

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 find ~~a life raft~~ high 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!

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[Fair enough. Honestly, Chara would have had a hard time answering his questions about Hadriel if it meant separating too. For later, then.

And Asgore says that and Chara knows that introductions are going to be awkward. Or that it's just kids living alone in an apartment.]

You may already know one. But I would be happy to introduce you to them.

[They know it'll be painful. But it might make things a little easier.]

( She knows Hadriel is temporal, but there's a difference between the place itself and what it shows and does to each of them. It's effects aren't temporal; they stick in the mind, bring forth all the things you think you've dealt with but haven't, all the things you'd rather not think about.

Kate just shrugs. She could have, but then what would she do? Sit at home and stew? Think of nothing but those things that Hadriel brought forth recently?

She'd rather not. )

Been learning for a while. Thought I'd try it out proper.

[ His blood is hot, boiling, the rest of him practically recoiling in on himself at Gladio's audacity. It's been this way since the beginning, and Noctis can't help but begin believing Gladio has absolutely no empathy. The pain he feels for his multiple losses threatens to consume him, and while Gladio's intentions are to keep the king steered on the right path? Those words force Noctis to draw back. Noctis stands before him with his lips pressed in a fine line, while his insult sinks through his skin and begins to devour him. ]

[ with his breathing heavy and harsh, he tries to keep himself from clocking Gladio in the jaw. Instead, he takes a sharp inhale and whacks Gladio's hand from his shoulder. ]

Fuck you.

[ Noctis speaks with a low, hoarse voice as he turns on his heel and begins to walk off. ]

( It's only a blip after all. Even the healing cells - of which there's too few, because Kate's been a mess and Carlisle hasn't been any better - burn when they're activated. Healing always seems to have some sort of payoff, whether it's for the patient or the healer (Faith takes on injuries, others are just exhausted by the energy it takes). But a quick swipe of cotton is done with care and consideration, and while she doesn't ask about what happened at home, just takes it as a fight (he wouldn't be the first or the last person to turn up like that), she does comment on the state of the town. )

If your towns involve strange beings and monsters.

( And sudden bouts of those strange beings feeding off you. Gods - well, it's a nice term, shorter than anything else - but it's not accurate. Maybe she should seek to use it less. )

Got some. ( The medicine side of this place is... not excellent, and reliant on the powers of one kid. It's not pretty, really. She presses a piece of gauze to the cut across Prompto's nose and tapes it down. ) Gonna have to stitch that one on your temple, alright?

It's become a habit, in the months here, to get the fuck out of here as fast as possible. Where she'd once have fought until everything around her was gone, would have given into ingrained instinct of old jobs and what being underground meant back home, now she just wants to leave it. Be smarter. Concentrate on her actual jobs - the ones that she does at the clinic, the analysis of any powers the monsters might have. Nothing that involves actual combat, not unless things start spilling into the street and near the people here.

"Shit-" Of course he's injured. And while they're not fast, it doesn't mean Kate wouldn't prefer to get as many people out of here quickly as they can. "What did you do?" She grinds to a halt, bending down slightly, looking at his ankle.

"Lotta people left recently," she explains, grabbing a pen and piece of paper, scribbling that down.

"What's your name?" She doesn't... really do slowing down that much, sadly. But at least the questions are easy, and not some long diatribe on yes powers are real everything's real, trust her every bullshit you think might just be fiction is probably real somewhere.

(Fucking angels...)

[ It's definitely not the time, Gladio doesn't even have the anger to back it up, not really. Iggy is blind, shit's fucked, but he only knows that second-hand. It's not quite real to him, and maybe that's why it's easier to do this. To just be mad and play the bad guy and see the prince's rage and let it roll down his back.

Maybe this is what it'll take to get something real from Noctis. Because looking at Noct now, all Gladio sees is a scared child. He scoffs. It's pathetic. ]

You're better than this, Noct.

[ Yeah, sorry, Gladio's not letting you just walk away, your highness. It only takes a few steps for him to catch up and grab Noct by the shoulder again, preventing him from running away. Gladio voice is angry, more frustrated than anything, though. This is his king, his hope and his brother. It hurts to see him this way, but it hurts more knowing he's a whiny little bitch and not the prince he swore to protect. ]

You think this is something you can just walk away from?

[She leaned over to look at what he was doing. The phone was such a strange thing to her, she had never seen anything like it.]

I believe I can find it, thank you Monsieur. I apologize, I don't believe I got your name- mine is Anne.

I've never heard of your land before but I hope we are able to learn more about each other and our lands.

[She rarely got the chance to leave the palace grounds and being able to interact with people just as herself was an experience she wanted to make the most of.][she gave a soft laugh, she could assume what he was going to say and wasn't offended. she was used to all the rules and how uptight and proper things were both in France and Spain.]

My name is Anne, it is a pleasure to meet you.

It's strong.

[But it made her feel warm and more relaxed. She reached out for one of the shots.]

So I'm supposed to drink it all at once?

Yes, I just arrived only recently.

[Anne's arms were ready to give out so she was forced to lower the branch. She didn't know what else she could do against the sharks but she had been determined not to go down without a fight. Her musketeers would do no less and if they could fight with everything they had for others than so would she.]

Is there somewhere safer we can go?

[Getting away from the sharks seemed like it was going to be difficult and she tried to raise the branch when she saw the shark twitching. She knew she hadn't killed it but it seemed like it was starting to come around after being stunned.]

[ The branch was heavy in her hands, her arms shaking with effort but she still gave a smile before turning to look at the shark, her eyes wide. She couldn't believe she had actually managed to stun it for a moment.]

I think it is too, we shouldn't let it regain consciousness. [The man seemed like a capable warrior despite his strange appearance but if Anne could do anything to help with the shark, she wouldn't sit around and be helpless.]

[ When Tina had found herself waking up, in the very same collision, it wasn't sharks and various mutated versions of them that she had to escape from. No, instead it had been these adorable little greenies with lanterns and knives, Tonberries she thinks she recalls them being called, they were cool!

So, with a curious thought in her head and far too much energy for someone who lives solely off of chocolate chip cookies and crumpets, Tina had made her way down to the arena, with hopes of seeing something badass.

She'd come prepared of course and was currently humming a little song to herself as she set up what looked like landmines, all in a neat row. Once she'd finished placing them all out, Tina skipped backward, passing each of the bombs once more, this time she sliced open a small cut from her thumb and splashed small droplets of blood on top of each of the devices. She'd heard somewhere that Sharks could smell blood from just a few miles away, all she had to do now was wait.

Clambering and scampering about, struggling to get her little legs up and over the walls, Tina found herself in an area only a few feet away from Junkrat, not that she'd noticed him there. In all honesty, she assumed the deranged giggling she heard was all in her head. ]

Ugh!! C'mon already~ I just wanna splod me some fishes!!

It's meant to be. Drink like this, see? [Maketh demonstrates, downing hers with a sigh. Stars, she missed this.]

If he does what he can it's better than doing nothing at all. As a doctor, he probably wouldn't be able to turn a blind eye if he saw someone injured right in front of him.

"Not yet, but it could be a matter of time before someone is hurt. Typically, when something like this happens, it can go on for awhile." Nothing is absolutely predictable here, but she wouldn't be surprised to see sharks swimming around for a couple of weeks.

"There's a clinic in town. I'll bet they'd be glad for the extra help. They might not have everything you're used to working with back home, but it could be enough to save a life."

Nothing irked Nagato more than disrespectful and rude people. That man knew next to nothing and yet made judgment, relying on his eyes and not on his wits and brain. Not that the ninja would correct him, but here, in this subterrean hell, it was a bit surprising to see him still alive.

"Maybe luck, maybe not." Nagato shrugged, fingers tapping the stone below him, the only proof of his agitation.

He was chakra deprived and most of his weapons had not followed so actively provoking the cloaked man was out of the question, but that didn't mean he was going to make things easy for him.

Maketh considers the problem. "I'll get one of the guardsmen to help me. We can't risk you, Nick. I need you."

Not as a fighter, no, but able to step up and lead if things go wrong. They have before. They will again.

Actually getting the man dragged over to the guard post isn't a chore, though what follows is a touch more complicated. Maketh knows a fair amount of tricks and made a point of saving the rig that they used to contained Sato. Overkill, perhaps, but given the company they find themselves in, maketh sees no need to take chances. Who knows if this man - this paladin - has power beyond what he's already done?

No need to take risks.

She's sitting at her desk when Danse wakes up, working through a report. There's a pistol next to her. Ready in case he feels like being foolish.

He probably won't. He seems sane.

"I wouldn't do that," she informs him, glancing up briefly. "You're sitting on a bomb. Pressure sensitive trigger. Behave if you feel like keeping your legs."

And the majority of his internal organs.

Maketh leans back in her chair. The rig took some time to set up, but it was necessary once before. Perhaps it will be again. She's cuffed Danse to the chair, not uncomfortably. Hopefully he's not too concussed to talk, or this will all have been a waste. But he seems like a hardy fellow. He'll be fine. Probably.

Edited 2017-02-14 22:50 (UTC)

[Why the fuck are all these children living alone]

That...would be nice. [But his smile, such as it is, falters some. He already knows one. Ordinarily he wouldn't put voice to such thoughts; speaking his hopes aloud makes them seem more real, and hurts worse when they are broken.

But Chara is here.]

Is...is Asriel here with you?

[ The sudden use of jutsu, even worse ice-like jutsu, the kind that was extremely rare back home and always deadly, had Nagato jerking away from Prompto, half falling on his face in the process. He wasn't exactly helped by the fact that whatever the boy summoned was apparently a weapon. ]

I commend you for your integrity, but I feel obligated to tell you it might get you killed one day.

[ Whatever the strange weapon had done to the octoshark had been rather effective because the monster was struggling to get up: unfortunately, the noise had gotten the attention of a few sand sharks. ]

Do you think those things can swin through stone?

I'm fine, do not worry about me.

[ The discussion seems to cause Noctis physical pain, shown easily in how red his face has gotten. Streaked with tears. Facing the reality of this on a daily basis has been literal hell. The crutches that Noctis has discovered have only managed to do the bare minimum, forcing him into a sense of complacency that he's almost loathe to walk away from. Gladiolus suggests a motion that Noctis is terrified to face.]

[ Somehow, facing these kinds of discussions were seemingly easier in the wake of what was to come. Being forced to face it now after realizing he has everything he has ever wanted makes this harsh. Difficult. And Noctis can't help but feel a sense of threat from Gladio's words and forced reality check. He knew it was coming, but that doesn't make dealing with it any easier. He attempts to storm off, starting to feel safer with every step until Gladio forcibly takes his shoulder and halts him. The prince grits his teeth, blood boiling hotter than ever as the tears continue to streak down his face. ]

[ Noctis hisses, vision going blurred as his body reacts without thought or planning. With a gruff, hoarse shout, he swings his body around, closed fist delivered by the toss of his arm as he aims it straight for Gladiolus' jaw. ]

The pat makes Amos's smile widen further, delighted by the contact and knowing it's not Ushahin's habit. The smile dims as he hears about the man's recent death, however. "Oh. That's rough. I'm glad you're surviving, though. And Fetch too." Amos can't help but have a fondness for the bird. "Are you out here helping the newbies?" Of which Amos is..sort-of one? He's not sure he counts, being newly arrived but also having been here before.

"It's sprained, it's fine," Amos dismisses it hastily, because while it's very swollen and painful and only the support of his boot is keeping him walking on it, that's not an immediate concern. "We don't gotta run. I can't convince the sharks we ain't food - 'cause they're hungry and we are, I mean, from a shark view point - but I can at least convince them we ain't easy pickings. So we can walk. Or jog I guess if you're in a hurry? But I'm okay, I'll manage." Because aside from a total necessity of life-and-limb situation he's not exactly going to be running anywhere for a bit. He's trying to keep from spraining his ankle further.

Another fin pops up near them. Amos looks at it and his face loses expression again, sliding into a look of concentration. This one has already snacked on its fallen brethren, and after a curious fin-brush against Amos's boot, it leaves again.

[The french gives Henry momentary pause, especially because the Door dragged him from Normandy.]

...You shall grow accustomed to the many devices in this city with time.

[After returning his phone to its proper place, he introduces himself.]

Henry Percy.

[ Attaboy, Noct. That's exactly what Gladio's been fishing for. He takes the full force of the punch to the face, but he was expecting it. Gladio barely even flinches, biting down a grunt as Noct's fist makes contact. It's still not enough to get him to back down. Let's face it, Noct may have a mean hook but he's not a walking mountain like Gladiolus.

His whole body remain impassive, and his grip on Noct's shoulder tightens further still. If Noct can't have his shit together, Gladio will just have to beat this crybaby shit out of him. Isn't that his job? ]

That the best you got?

[ Gladio counters with a punch aimed at Noct's solar plexus. Stop being so damn extra, Gladio. (Can't stop, won't stop.) ]

I am Asgore.

[He would offer a hand, but his are enormous, so he does not.] I just...found myself here a few moments ago. I do not quite understand what has happened?

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