hadriel_logs | 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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[Far from Frisk's apologetic stance, Ellie seems to crow with victory as the thing clearly begins to slouch and moan.]

Making next time you'll try picking on someone your own size, huh? Or, you know, stay in the water.

[Ignoring, of course, the fact that this thing is clearly dying and there won't be a next time. Ellie keeps her eyes trained on the shark as she asks;]

You okay? It didn't hurt you, right?

Mm? [Her victory cry makes them think of Chara, a little. She's...happy about it, which isn't bad, but it's a window that they can't relate to, focusing in on her questions to them directly, rather than the bloody sight before them.]

Um. Yes.

Sorry. I got in the way.

[It's not what she's used to. The voice is so small. Apologetic. Ellie feels like she's standing on unsteady ground.]

Uh- no, no you didn't. It's okay. I wanted to help. I'm just glad I spotted you before that thing- you know.

[She approaches it slowly, using her sneakers to nudge at it and make sure the creature is definitely down and out. It doesn't move.]

We should probably get outta here before another one shows up.

[Get you outta here, she thinks.]

[They're not entirely sure she's being truthful; but at the least, she really doesn't seem mad. She's still a kid too, they think; but even then the difference in age is physical enough to have them tilting their head up to focus on her face, watching but not following when she drifts towards the shark, nudges at it with her shoes.

She's right. They should get out of here.]

We should go inside- um. Until they leave the city.

[She nods, agreeing easily enough. Makes sense.]

You been here awhile? You probably know which way to go a lot better than I will. Which is, uh, not at all.

A little while. [Three...four...... five months? Something like that, maybe. Sounds right.

Longer than Frisk thinks about. Linear time is still not the most familiar subject, made all the more difficult with a lack of sun and an almost constant sense of urgency amidst near death experiences. Some things about underground places never change.]

This way!

[Well, a little while is still longer than her, and it's not like the kid can lead her anywhere more dangerous.

Yikes. That was a stupid thought to think. Don't tempt fate, Ellie thinks to herself.

She stays close on their heels, gun still drawn just in case.]

[Probably for the best that Frisk really doesn't have anywhere more dangerous to lead her...at least, not right now? Right now, they make a beeline out of the arena; into the quieter streets, and steadily further away from where the danger is currently at it's peak.

Welcome to your new home, Ellie. It's...empty. Not something she'd be all that unused to.]

...I'm Frisk. Um- what's your name?

[It's a lot easier to breathe once they're away from the chaos, and Ellie stashes her weapon. Looks fine, here. Dead, even. It's true- it's what she's used to.]

M'Ellie. Frisk, huh? Is that a nickname? It's cool.

[She crouches down, clearly taking a bit of a breather. Conveniently, it puts her at their height.]

It's just my name.

[The response comes easily enough; she's not the first person to ask. But it's just their name, and it's kind of funny that they get asked it so much, when other people get named things like Apple and Hashtag.

They pause when she does, hands tucking neatly behind their back as they come to a stop- and put their own weapon away. At the small of their back- right where it belongs.]

Is Ellie a nickname?

[Ellie flops down to sit on the ground properly, and smiles at them like they're sharing an in-joke.]

It's just my name.

[Get it? Get it??? Like what you just said- yeah. She's funny.]

So how come you were in that arena? Did you just show up at the wrong time in the wrong place?

[Smartass. It pulls a grin from them all the same, head ducking down as tiny fingers come up to cover it.]

No? I was there on purpose.

[when she sits, they join her, legs spread out in front of them as they lean back on their hands.] People always come in at the same time every month- and monsters come in, too.

Huh... so you were there to fight, then.

[There's no trace of judgement in her voice. Still, as much as she believes kids of all ages should know how to take care of themselves, she has to ask.]

So, why a stick? Didn't exactly seem to be working out for you.

[Maybe she needs to teach em a few things.]

No.

[Bong bong. That's the second wrong, Ellie. And you know what? Two wrongs don't make a right.]

I was there to help people. And I have my knife, but...

I don't want to use it.

[A slight purse of their lips, and a vaguely insulted look her way.]

And sticks are cool.

[That's an interesting distinction. Ellie raises an eyebrow and wants to point out that when faced with killer mutant sharks, the two things pretty much go hand in hand, but she's also not about getting into arguments with kids.]

Gotcha.

[She tries her best not to grin, but it's hard.]

Well, sure. But they're not exactly much use against sharks. Didn't mean to um... insult sticks, or anything.

[They'd tell her just how effective sticks can really be, against monsters- but they don't really want to. In fact, Frisk hopes that's a secret they take to their grave.

No one should know that. Still, they keep their spirits up, wrinkling their nose at her. They see that smile, young lady.]

Better not.

[Or else they'll...do something, they suppose. Huff a little.]

[Ellie huffs a little laugh, and nods.]

You got it.

...Thanks for helping me out.

[She's not the type to shake hands, or look solemn, or even maintain eye contact. But. She appreciates it.]

[If they're surprised by her thanks (and they are. They really, really are) Frisk doesn't seem to show it. The same, passive expression is used to quietly examine her face, and that same expression is tipped back towards the rest of the world.

One might almost think it's calm.]

It's okay. Wanted to.

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