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

[manspreading]

[ The crack nearly makes Gladio flinch as well. He probably could have pulled that punch but he's mad too, mad at Noct for ignoring his duty and making such a piss-poor show of himself. This is supposed to be his king dammit, yet here he is falling to some weak-ass punch that he's deflected a million times before this. ]

Aw, you gonna cry again, Your Highness?

[ Gladio isn't about to kick him while he's down, but that just means he can try and pick him up by his collar. ]

Pull yourself together!

[kittycaterer]

[ The dizziness is almost overwhelming, and Noctis is beginning to realize very quickly that he is ridiculously out of shape. It's not something that he's at all about to admit, especially now, but that realization is pretty clear. Because of it, he's already out of breath-- Both from the lack of strength and the anger that completely consumes him. Gladio is able to yank Noctis up by the collar of his shirt with ease, where the blood pouring down Noctis' nose flicks behind him. ]

[ The prince grasps Gladio's wrist with both hands, protesting the gesture as his feet drag along the dirt. His teeth are bared, gritting hard, but he doesn't bother to fight back now. No, instead? He screams. ]

Your old man died too!

[ Something he hasn't thrown in Gladio's face once, and he shouldn't. He knows that. But Noctis' intention is to try and get Gladio on his level. As close to it as possible, at least. Gladio hasn't inherited an entire fucking kingdom along with losing his father. ]

[manspreading]

[ That was the wrong thing to say. Gladio grits his teeth, eyes narrowing with rage. They know each other too well; they each know their dads are touchy subjects, and if Noct hasn't talked about Regis then Gladio's said even less about Clarus. He intends to keep it that way. ]

Fuck off.

[ For all that Noct might be holding on, Gladio tries to throw Noctis at the floor with all his strength. The training wheels are off now, Noct. Don't write a check your ass can't cash. ]

Don't say another damn word!

[kittycaterer]

[ Noctis is successfully thrown, landing on the ground with a loud thud. The prince is forced to let out a pained, almost startled grunt as he lands. But he's quick to roll over and get on his feet. There's a struggle, a stagger, and he wipes at his mouth when he realizes blood has dripped from his nose to over his lips. It touches his tongue as he takes a breath, the taste of copper damn-near causing him to wrinkle his nose. The resounding pain is what stops him from managing that. ]

[ That's right-- Talking about feelings? Loss? It's damn-near impossible for them. Noctis well prefers to mope, to mourn in private, but it's become a trend for Gladio to poke and prod him. While this is not the best choice to deal with it, he's far too stubborn to back down. And he's far too angry. ]

Just because you choose to ignore it doesn't mean I should. They both died. Tell me you wouldn't be messed up even a little if Clarus were to wind up in this shithole!

[ For now, he doesn't move an inch, simply content to just scream at Gladio until this is all over. He hasn't stopped crying since this went down, and Noctis grits his teeth when he finishes his sentence. ]

[manspreading]

[ Sadly, you aren't going to reach any deep, hidden feelings here, Noct. Gladio keeps his own sorrows locked up nice and tight. Any time he gets even close to sad, he presses those feelings down till he can shit diamonds. ]

Shut the hell up! You don't know shit about my dad!

[ Even just the thought of seeing him again makes Gladio's blood run cold. He couldn't handle it, certainly couldn't face it like Noct has. Hell, it'd mess him up just as bad. But like hell he's gonna admit that. Instead Gladio steps forward and tries to grab Noct by the shoulders again. His own nose is bleeding, but that's nothing. Nothing compared to what he'll give Noct if he keeps bringing up Clarus Amicitia. ]

My old man died doing his job as a sworn shield! You think I wouldn't die for your sorry ass?

[kittycaterer]

[ They're quite literally getting nowhere at this point, set on just screaming at one-another. Noctis' nose is bleeding profusely, dripping down his mouth and chin, leaving specks on the ground. His head is incredibly woozy, but the adrenaline and anger keeps him from outright losing consciousness right there. No, he has a point to make, and apparently so does Gladio. ]

[ As Gladio grabs Noctis' shoulder, Noctis grabs the collar of Gladio's shirt, yanking at it. ]

It's like all you can do is make crappy assumptions-- I never said that.

Do you really have no idea? Or are you just happy with being an ignorant meathead?! Get on my fucking level!

[manspreading]

[ They really aren't getting anywhere, yelling at each other like this. But it feels good, if we're being honest here. ]

You think I don't get it? I get it, Noct.

[ He don't get it at all tbh. He gives him a good shake instead, voice dangerously low. You know he hates talking about his dad, Noct. You can bleed and whine all you want, but any chance of sympathy left the building when you brought up Clarus. ]

You think I wouldn't be shitting myself if my dad was here somehow? I'd be in some deep shit! But if your dad, His Majesty, can't get you to step up, then it's my damn job to get your head outta your ass!

[ Now you gone and done it, Gladio. ]