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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.
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[when you totally mean tenebrae but write altissia instead B)]

[this is all sorts of messed up and it shows from how confused and dazed prompto proceeds to look; not his usual, and he's not entirely sure he can keep this up while in the middle of fighting sharks off]

[he shakes his head, and tries lifting the shield again]

Y'think we can get outta here? Sorry, I can't really, fight them off...

[ lmao I have been there it's ok

Plus Gladio can tell Prompto isn't messing around. This isn't his usual "help me Gladio I'm lazy and want you to do everything" whine. This is for real. Gladio dissipates his shield and steps closer to let Prompto lean on him. ]

Yeah, we'll figure out what's up later.

[ And he'll go ahead and throw his sword at that approaching shark because that's the kind of badass thing Gladiolus does. ]

Can you walk? I'll carry you.

[ For real, little man. He will. ]

I think I can manage.

[he musters the most convincing tone he can. he doesn't want to be a burden, and despite his condition, he'll do his best to show that he's also strong and capable]

[--takes a moment to wow at gladio, eyes wide and filled with wonder, as always--]

[before turning his gaze back to him, a resolute look in his eyes]

I'll follow.

Alright, stay close.

[ He says as if he isn't gonna keep his eye on Prompto half the time, but ya know, gotta give Prompto a bit of room to actually pick himself up. Gladio may not know how way out of here but round buildings only have one way out, generally. An exit shouldn't be too hard to find. Fighting his way out shouldn't be a problem either. Unlike Prompto, Gladio had a good night's sleep. ]

You seen Noct yet?

[prompto nods, earnest as he always is, and hurries after gladiolus, despite hobbling behind at first. it takes him a moment to get used to the creaks and hurt on his body]

[climbing up staircases and ducking, or getting out of the way, when gladiolus sees it fit to clear their way--prompto is so grateful to have found him.]

Uh, no. I haven't... seen him in a while... [wait, he already said that] Do you really think he'll be here?

Our weapons work, don't they?

[ There's another question there as Gladio shoots Prompto a look. Don't yours?

He keeps them going, eventually fighting off enough sharks that they find... the weird food blankets. Well, that's weird. But useful? ]

Get a load of this. Think it's some kind of trap?

[at the question and the furtive look, prompto does finally try to summon his guns, and is somehow surprised that they appear in a flurry of crystals at all. he expected otherwise, for some reason.]

Oh.

[he keeps the gun on his hand, the familiar weight making him feel a bit more confident about their chances and feeling like he's in more familiar grounds.]

[that is, until they reach the blankets]

...this is the worst kind of treasure you could find at the end of a dungeon. [sorry, he's going to hate your noodle monstrosity]

[but, honestly speaking, prompto isn't sure he can differentiate what's a trap and what isn't, having being all messed up by the empire not too long since his arrival here.]

...I think we'd better just look for Noct.

[ Silly Prompto why would you assume your weapons don't work? Did you think Ardyn Izunia was behind all this?? Oh, boy, good thing Gladio doesn't know that guy's more than just a rando creep.

Gladio watches Prompto's hesitation and keeps it in mind. Something is definitely up, but talk can wait.

Also yes, one of them smells and looks like noodles so he is totally gonna pick it up even if it might be a trap. Which it isn't. Yay? ]

You really think it's some kind of reward?

[ Can he keep it? Pretty please? Actually now that he mentions Noct and keeping things, Gladio searches his pockets for his phone. What he finds isn't exactly the one he had in Eos, but it's a phone nonetheless. ]

Let's see if there's anyone out there. I'll send a message, keep it vague enough in case Noct is in trouble.

[prompto makes an incredulous face at the noodle one, but there's amusement in his expression. of course gladiolus would go for the noodle one. might as well be a reward for the big guy.]

[(that reminds him, he's also pretty hungry)]

Would he have time to check his phone at all if he were?

[surprisingly serious as far as prompto is concerned, but the younger of the two huffs a sigh and walks around gladiolus to sit down beside the blankets, also retrieving the phone he apparently has on his person.]

Might as well try to spam him...

[gun on his lap, like he refuses to put it away, and his hands grabbing the phone, he starts typing out... a less than subtle name bomb for noctis]

[ It smells like cup noodles, it's a blessing from the gods and it manages to make Gladio smile, ok. ]

We can hope. If he showed up like we did, we'll catch him on his way out. Otherwise... we'll see the ransom note sooner or later.

[ Just being honest. Gladio shrugs even though there's an obvious edge to his voice. He starts getting replies to his texts, but they're not the ones he wants. Instead he turns towards Prompto. ]

So, talk. What's with you?

[he hasn't even stopped typing up his message, unsure on what to write, (unsure of his standing with noctis), when gladiolus directs his attention towards him. it's not unexpected, but part of prompto doesn't know--exactly how to tackle this. it's different had noctis found him, had noctis been here at their side already; but this feels like a vulnerability that he doesn't get to easily share with gladiolus.]

[at least, that's what he thinks.]

[leaving the phone be for a moment, prompto bites his bottom lip before coming up with an answer (the simplest one)]

The Empire messed me up. I was being held by them until, minutes ago? I don't really understand what's going on...

[ Gladio nods. He's not gonna tell Prompto he's wrong. It seems more likely for Gladio to have forgotten then for Prompto to make up something like this. Or maybe that person on the network is right and they exist outside of time or something. Who the hell knows. ]

That sucks.

[ Here... u go, buddy. Gladio steps over beside Prompto and tries to put the noodle blanket on his shoulders. Never a man for words, our Gladiolus. ]

We'll find Noct.

[ That's totally code for "You're gonna be okay" okay?? ]

[prompto makes a bit of a face at the blanket, because why does it smell like food? that's just too distracting and takes away its purpose: to use it to sleep... however, he takes it for what it is, which is gladiolus trying to comfort him.]

Yeah. I just...

[the usual prompto dynamic when things are Too Much: rapid blinking, shaking of his head, the uncertain lip biting... the last person he wants to look weak in front of, aside from the marshall (let's be real, who does?), is gladiolus.]

I just hope he's happy to see me again.

[this last bit he says quietly, with an ounce of hope and not quite wanting to be heard.]

He will be.

[ Ok, Prompto, you're getting a hand on the shoulder now. Gladio is visibly concerned. This isn't like Prompto at all. But just because Gladio is normally thwr for Noct doesn't mean he can't be there for Prompto. ]

Did you and His Highness get into a fight? C'mon, you know he always apologizes when he's an ass.

[the hand on his shoulder is comforting; gladiolus is, after all, someone prompto trusts with his life, too. he's come to know that although he's rougher in his approach than, say ignis, it doesn't mean gladiolus doesn't care. he definitely does.]

[which is why prompto feels encouraged enough to push down his insecurities for a moment and not let them twist into a torrent of sadness. this much he can do.]

It's not that. Noct wasn't...

[deep breaths, turning slightly damp but confused eyes up at him.]

You really don't remember us travelling to Tenebrae, on the train? Don't you remember, about Ignis...?

[ Gladio shakes his head, concerned. He's willing to listen. Prompto wouldn't make up a story just to fuck with him. ]

Last I knew, we were at Caem. [ He trails off, squeezing Prompto's shoulder. ] But hey, maybe I hit my head or something.

[ He'd know if he had a head injury, but also Regis is alive? So what even makes sense anymore. ]

What's that about Ignis?

This is so messed up.

[he says mostly to himself, shaking his head as if having to relive the memory and retell it is painful. the fact that gladiolus doesn't seem to remember and prompto gets the goddamn honour to tell him is extremely terrifying.]

[but he has to, because now that the other knows something up, he won't desist.]

Caem was a while ago... We didn't know what to expect. Not really. [he's too serious to be making this up] Iggy... He... He got hurt... His eyes, and, he's [this much he spills out with heavy emotion; ignis being hurt to the point of disrepair was too painful] blind. He... He's still pretty good at fighting, but it's not the same. I'm sorry.

[ Gladio goes very still, barely breathing for a moment before he settles himself down. He can't picture what Prompto's telling him, he really wants it to be some kind of sick joke but... Prompto may be a bit of a joker but he's not cruel. ]

Tch. Dammit Iggy... [ He grits out, his grip on Prompto getting maybe a little too tight. Gladio can easily picture that stoic asshole, probably said "Twas nothing serious" or something when he found out he couldn't see. It sets his teeth on edge, but that's hardly Prompto's fault... ]

Sorry. [ Gladio releases Prompto's shoulder, taking a step back. ] What else happened?

[prompto makes a pained sound at the tight hold on his shoulder, trying to push gladio's hand away--and only managing to when the older between them lets him go. it's fine; prompto knew gladiolus would be pissed, and this is just a fraction of how bad he could become.]

[he rubs at his shoulder]

[and this is even quieter. it makes him incredibly sad.]

...Lunafreya, she didn't make it.

The Oracle?

[ Wasn't she their only chance at waking the Astrals? Does that mean Noct never got to see her? Gladio may have never had any personal attachment to Lunafreya, but even on Noct's behalf, he's pissed. Everything was supposed to be easy once they got to Altissia. Things were supposed to be simple.

But they never were, were they? Gladio clenches his jaw and spits out a curse. ]

Shit. [ He almost wants to laugh. None of this is funny at all, but it almost sounds like everything that could go wrong, did. ] Everything went to shit, didn't it?

Yeah...

[he drops his hand, now pulling the blanket closer to himself despite the hilarious food smell]

You got pretty angry. ...at Noct, specially.

[he stops, and then looks up at gladiolus]

I don't know why you don't remember, but I can stop if... if you don't want to hear about something you don't recall.

[ Cup Noodles are the smell of comfort, what are you talking about, Prompto.

Gladio sighs, running a hand over his jaw. Does he want to know what he said? Why he got mad at Noct, or how fucked up things had gotten? No, not really. But he can't protect Noct if he doesn't know what he's going through. There's no need to hesitate, then. Gladio looks straight at Prompto, resolve clear in his tone. ]

Tell me everything. I'm not gonna fall behind you and Noct just cause of some bad news.

[prompto hesitates, but does eventually give in, nodding.]

[he starts... as far back as he can, on their leaving cape caem. there's a small amount of cheer in his voice as he retells about the words of encouragement from everyone, about iris and jared, on how it'd been fun to be in the ocean for the first time--and alongside cid. altissia was beautiful--and this is when prompto remembers he actually has pictures.]

[he brings out his camera and the pictures he keeps inside his vest's pocket, and starts shuffling to the right ones. there's the picture they took in caem before leaving, of altissia, luna's dress, leviathan, of lunafreya standing before the people of altissia, and a couple more action shots. if gladiolus were to continue looking through them, he'll notice the pictures stop for the most part. prompto felt terrible at the idea of taking a picture of ignis, when they were on the train and in search of the royal tomb, so he hadn't.]

Noct was out for a number of days, after Lunafreya...

[the retelling of events goes hand-in-hand with the pictures as gladiolus sees them. he tries to explain what happened in the train as best he can--of gladio getting into a fight with noct, of noctis keeping to himself more--grins a bit when recounting that ignis showed them he's not really--hopeless, even being blind.]

After that we returned to the train, towards Tenebrae. I think you guys argued about not needing to stay there too long, that we had to get to Niflheim.

[prompto was just stressed about making sure everyone was friends again? fine? not upset? it had been hard, and in the end he stuck with noctis, and explains that gladiolus and ignis worked together to get the train running again when the empire attacked them.]

...Ardyn was there, the chancellor. He was messing with us. With Noct. [frowns; he still has no idea what that guy is up to.] When the train was moving, I-- Noct pushed me off. I think he must have been tricked. I don't remember much of what happened afterwards...

[whether he's lying or not, prompto is looking away, uncomfortable.]

I don't ... know how long I was captive for, but... I guess that's why I look all messed up.

[ Gladio listens to it all, nodding and looking through the photos as Prompto tells him what must be a pretty painful story. And with good reason, judging by the way his pictures grew further and further apart, or the way his voice shook at certain parts. He's a bit surprised that there aren't any pictures of Iggy after whatever happened to him. The scars must have been pretty bad if Prompto couldn't even sneak a candid of him.

It's pretty obvious that there are parts he's leaving out, but Prompto doesn't have to tell Gladio any of this, so Gladio will return the favor by allowing him his secrets. ]

Damn. That's fucked up. [ Not much else he can say to all that. Whether he forgot or it just hasn't happened yet to him, Gladio can't say he feels any familiar memories shaking loose at the story. But he'll take Prompto's word for it. He's not just Noct's friend, he's all of theirs.

Gladio reaches forward and wipes a smudge off Prompto's face with his thumb, a bit of contact mostly just for show. They're still friends, and they'll still be there for each other through all this. There's no way Gladio would pull away now. ]

You did good keeping it together this long.

[ Yep, that's gonna be followed by Gladio holding his arms out. Come on, he knows you need a hug after all that. ]

Edited (icon) 2017-02-15 18:33 (UTC)

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