Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark

[hadrielmods]

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!

Comments

[muroieda]

[Well it's...more slant alliteration if anything, but heck, he'll take it.

She just won't stop impressing him. Someone who can truly appreciate her genius. She's just like him, but tiny and cute. She's just like him! And she even wants to share her toys with him!

He catches the large grenade launcher with ease, looking it over and figuring what it does and how it works in a matter of seconds of turning it over in his hold; it's like his own frag launcher, but...pink. Junkrat holds it out and smoothes his flesh hand over the kooky bunny emblem on the side. Mayhem.

He feels like he's going to cry. This is too good to be true.]

Eeeeeeeee...!!

[But he can't take this. Not when he's packing plenty of his own heat.]

No, no, no...

[He hands it back to her delicately, as if it were an honor that he felt he hadn't earned yet.]

I shan't! If I may, instead, submit fer yer review...

[Junkrat stands up straight and reaches behind himself, dislodging the spiked tractor tire from his harness. He drops it upright upon the ground in front of them, pointing it toward the center of the coliseum and holding it in place with his peg leg. A finger hooks itself in the ripcord, and he looks over at Tina over his shoulder with a wild grin.]

Check this out!

[With a full-body yank, the Rip-Tire roars to life and immediately takes off, vaulting itself over the wall and careening into the fray. It makes a reckless beeline towards a pile of sharks that have ended up tangled within the tentacles of an inept octopus-shark hybrid, and as if in a magic trick, the Rip-Tire and the pile of sharks disappear with an earth-shattering explosion.

Pentakill!

Hopefully no one innocent was close enough to end up getting hurt by it. Instead of giggling madly about it like he usually does, Junkrat turns to Tina, hands balled up in excited fists as he awaits her verdict.]

[burn_all_the_babies]

[ Tina's strong point isn't language, written or spoken. It was as close to an illiterate as she liked to get.

Watching Junkrat inspect her Boom Puppy, filled her with a kind of motherly joy~ She was proud of the alterations she'd made to the grenade launcher, it had proved to be a rather exciting if not somewhat unpredictable weapon, and that's just what Tina liked! Unpredictability with a truckload of firepower.

As he turned the offer up, Tina was, at first, a little disappointed. Maybe he was misunderstanding what she'd offered him? It wasn't every day she decided to share her genius with just anyone. However, the moment he pulled out that Rip-Tire, Tina's eyes grew wide in excitement. ]

Oooh~ Purdy~! I wan'it! Gimme gimme!

[ Making grabby hands at it as Junkrat set it in place and readied it. The second it zoomed off, she was smitten. Leaning against the wall once more, her eyes fixed on the tire as it soared around the arena, taking out almost everything in its final destination. The explosion was spectacular~ the colors and smoke lite up the reflection in her eyes (that lazy one drifting off to the side.) ]


Oh. My. God... That was FREAKIN' AWESOME!!!

[ Throwing her arms up in the air as she jumped about excitedly. ]

Holy Shit shawty!! Dat was! Dat was!! A motorized, spiked, explosive, projectile!?! That's the best-est thing I've ever seen shawty!!!

[ She was in her element! Breathing in the fumes in deep heaving breaths. Letting the smell of petrol and soot fill her lungs, was like any drug to a junkie. Her eyes were wide and full of chaos. ]

Boo... Yoo has to teach me how to make one!! I neeed~ one or I might die!!

[ Skidding to her knees, wrapping her arms around his metal leg and looking up at him with pleading, puppy dog eyes. ]

[muroieda]

[Junkrat immediately absorbs her delight, laughing and tamping the ground. Finally, someone that finally appreciates his art!!]

I know! Brings a tear to me eye every time!

[Without the weight of the Rip-Tire bearing down on his back, he stands up a little straighter, but it's not like he's going to get around any quicker. Not with her attached to his leg like that.]

Oh, I dunno, mate...

[He says this as he leans down, tucking his hands under her arms so that he can lift her on up, giving her a little toss so that she can settle into a comfortable seat made out of the forearm of his flesh arm. Hopefully she's not afraid of heights, because he's awfully tall when his posture comes back to him.]

Ya are askin' me'ta show ya how'ta make me signature specialty...

[He's grinning the whole time though, as if he just wants to see what she's try to offer in barter.]