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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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A. Colosseum

Among all the confusion stands a man with a big, excited smile. Now, he's smiling most of the time, so to those that know him it might not look that out of place, but even they would notice that it isn't just cheerful as it would be normally.

Russia is excited. Sure, he just got dragged mack to murdercave after a few centuries of being back in his world, but you know what that means? FAMILY. After all what they said was true, and the family back home didn't even notice that he was gone, nor did any other nations of his people.

So he's back with the family who was not there now.

But first he's in the colosseum, and a look around tells him that there are nice, cushy pillows to be had and a lot of friends to be made.

"Hello." He wanders over to the next person or shark and picks them up to stand them on their two feet (or fins, or whatever applies. "You should stand and come with me, yes? This city has much nicer parts than this place."

B. I made a friend =D / All over the city

Eventually, Russia picked a friend: One of the two headed sharks. A lot of hugging calmed the new friend down a bit, and now they're on their way towards Spiral 1.

Yes, that means that Russia is carrying a shark with him, tucked safely against his side, and every once in a while punches it in the face to stop it from snacking on him. Bad shark. He'll wave cheerfully at everyone that he met when he was here as a child, but he'll only drop the shark to rush towards them for Firo or Rey.

just outside the colosseum - ota

[ The Inquisitor ventures near, but not within, the Colosseum for the first time in months. There hasn't been a particular reason, aside from the obvious danger that accompanies each new addition from their beloved Door, but this time, she feels... compelled. Quietly, Cecily chalks it up to the hope that one of her friends might appear again, but she'll sooner admit to wanting to keep an eye out for the new arrivals.

This is also true, and with good reason. This time, that reason has a lot of heads. ]

Bloody - [ She's never really seen anything like it (the sharks) and has no problem dispatching them with a grimace. Whatever these monsters are, they have a few variations, and can... apparently swim through solid ground as if it weren't solid at all. After experiencing the sand sharks for the first time, she swears and finds herself a safer lookout, peering down at the Colosseum's exit from higher ground. Luckily, she still has a fair view of those who are slipping out of it below, in case they're in need of any -

Something alerts her to its presence behind her. Cecily whips around, bow drawn, in time to barely move out of the way of one of the two-headed sharks. Amid a string of curses, the Inquisitor begins a tussle with the thing, noting easily its dead eyes and numerous teeth, split between the two heads.

This is what she gets for leaving the house today, she assumes. ]

A. Colosseum - Open to two threads

[One moment he's on the open road, and a fierce gust of wind blows enough grit into his eyes that he needs to close them. But when he opens them again, it's just in time to see a complete set of razor sharp teeth lunging at his head. Battle reflexes kick into action, and with a sharp gasp he ducks, narrowly avoiding a messy beheading.

The, the fish thing crashes onto the sand behind him. Danse wastes no time grabbing Righteous Authority, raising the lazer rifle and levelling a couple of shots at the shark. But no sooner does it go down that the ground begins to rumble, and suddenly five more burst out through the dirt. He hits one with the butt of his rifle, kicks another away, and somehow or another manages to twists his body away from any chomps...but he can't catch a break, not with these five jumping in and out of the ground, hungry for a meal. If this carries on as a one vs five fight, then Danse is going to be in serious trouble.]

Walking around the city - Open to three threads

[Without the immediate threat of being eaten, Danse finally has the time to process the fact that he is in a new world. Grabbing one of those oddly scented blankets and stuffing it into his rucksack, he escapes the colosseum and its sharks, and eventually finds his way into the city. Along the way he grabs a loose board; the note inside his communication device was alarming, and if it was true then he was going to need to conserve his ammunition, as much as he possibly could.

The guide had mentioned a map in the middle of the city. That should be his first priority. But after his first few encounters with the monstrous fish, he's taken to walking slowly and carefully, peering around corners and running from cover to cover. He's not going to let any of those damn sharks get the jump on him!

But of course, who can really tell if a sharktopus is about to burst out from the ground? He's used to clanking about in heavy power armor, not sneaking about undetected. Suffice to say that as much as he would have liked to avoid any further encounters, that's not going to happen, and he could certainly use any help to fend off creatures.

Or maybe he hears a cry for help. He won't hesitate to go charging into the fray to rescue those in need. Unless they're synths, but what are the chances at this new, strange world has robots?

((OOC: Choose either one scenario mentioned above, or make up your own!))]

Deep in the city away from most people: Closed to Nick Valentine and Maketh Tua

[With a roar, Danse slams his makeshift weapon on the two-headed shark's back. An ugly snap and it's left writhing on the floor, flopping and unable to move any further. All its floundering and snapping isn't going to do it any good; Righteous Authority hums in his hands, and with two sharp red bursts of energy straight at its two heads, the shark's dead.

But it was a tough fight, and that sudden flare of pain on his right leg from being bitten has him fall down onto one knee. Danse grips the wound and finds himself surprised that his hand comes away sticky. Pulling away and seeing the copper red stain on his palm, he berates himself silently. He got careless back then, thought he'd only had one head to deal with. But the bite was really more of a deep scratch; the shark's teeth had scrapped against his leg when he'd tried to leap out of the way. Nothing more.

It's just going to be a long road back to his new lodgings. The board had snapped in half, so unfortunately he's going to have to hobble his way home with no crutch for support. Hopefully there'll be no more nasty encounters for the day.]

Edited 2017-02-10 20:35 (UTC)

A. In The Arena: Waking up somewhere different than where you’d first fallen asleep is an effective way jump-start your survival processes. Especially when you’ve spent the last month in a combat situation. Amos bolts up from the ground in a sudden scramble, hands finding the gun at his side quickly and holding the AK-47 ready….before the rest of his brain kicks in and he recognizes the arena.

“Oh!” he says, startled, and turns a circle to survey the arena, rifle lowered but still in his hands.

A short Asian man in desert camo fatigues and a tactical bullet-proof vest, he has multiple earrings, a Monroe piercing on his left upper lip, and shoulder-length black hair tucked under a plain black bandanna. He has a black eye and a large bruise on the left side of his face, with a stitched cut over his left brow. He’s also currently sparting an AK-47 rifle, a handgun at his waist, a machete at his belt, and a backpack at his booted feet. He frees a hand from his gun to scoop up the bag, head up and eyes watchful. He moves with a tight-wound grace, easy but poised to move in a moment.

Fighting plague-zombies and battling ambushes constantly for a week keeps you on your toes, even if Amos is running the ragged edge of exhaustion.

He cocks his head, listening mentally for a moment, trying to tell if the mockingjays are still around.

Then he grimaces. “Sharks?” he queries in New Orleans accent, bewildered, recognizing the predatory thoughts and undercurrent of hunger. How are the…

Oh. That’s how. Amos stares at the flopping shark for a moment in disbelief, even as he automatically raises his gun, takes aim, and shoots it through the enormous dark eye all in one quick motion before he can even really think about it. Then he stares at the dead shark a little longer. “What in the name of all the saints…?”

B. Elsewhere: After that first automatic reaction, Amos has tried to avoid actually shooting any more of the sharks. They aren’t that fast and therefore not that dangerous, as long as you’re careful. Or at least, the regular ones aren’t. Now, the ones with octopus legs are a lot more tricky. Also a lot more brain-bending but Amos has seen weirder.

He thinks.

Nothing comes to mind right now, mainly because he’s scurrying down a sidestreet with a shark-topus making surprisingly good time behind him. The city looks an awful lot shinier than the last time he’d been here, and all his convenient hidey-holes of rubble are inconveniently not where he last remembers them being.

Coming to the Colosseum proves to either be useful for information, or a complete waste of time.

This month? Falls into the latter category, because... Well. What? Sharks? That's a new one, even for this place. And they're not exactly packing magic or powers that she can see. So instead, Kate focuses on what she can do. And what she can do is use the longbow on hand to shoot arrows at a few of the fuckers and offer help where needed with healing cells and directions to the clinic.

(That longbow? Kinda a new thing, something she's picked up through lessons with Henry. Probably weird to see, considering her previous affinity for throwing knives and guns.)

But that voice, that accent. That's familiar. As is the face that it belongs to. The outfit's new, though.

"Long time no see," she comments, dropping from the stands to approach Amos, quick on her feet as ever. "Looks like you've got th' more effective weapon." Although this bow sure does pack a punch.

Amos turns to face her in a snap-quick move, gun half-raised before recognition clicks in and he lowers his weapon, a smile gracing his weary features. "Kate! Hey sweetheart. How's you?"

He's thinner than when she last saw him, worn spare and more than a little jumpy, given his rapid response to her approach. Long sieges and fighting can make even the most laid-back soul in the world get a little hasty with the trigger finger.

He glances down at his gun. "Yeah, damn sight more effective. Too bad I left the rocket launcher at home." He looks back at the dead shark and grimaces with regret, before looking back at Kate. "They're regular sharks, mostly, they're just as confused as we are. Also hungry."

"Shadow!"

He stops, waving up at the hedgehog.

"It has been a long time, yes?"

Much longer for him than for anyone in Hadriel, hopefully. Firo and Rey would still be around, and Shadow is too, apparently, but a lot of people don't survive multiple centuries.

[This guy looks like he knows what he's doing and where he's going (more or less). More importantly, he has a gun, and that's what seals the deal for Liv and gets her to follow him out of the colosseum.

It's not much brighter outside, but it does seem a little safer, so she clutches her tupperware container full of brain masala close and decides it's probably okay to relax a little.]

This is a dream. A nightmare. [Except I wasn't sleeping a few minutes ago. I was grabbing lunch in the house. I was going to have a glass of wine.] Or I fell and passed out.

[Yeah, Liv. That's exactly what happened.]

You don't happen to know what's going on, would you?

[Sure, Liv. Ask the guy with the gun, the guy who is probably not even real, if this is real. That's the normal and healthy thing to do.]

Synths in this multiverse? It's more likely than you think!

At least it's harder to differentiate Rey from a normal person upon first glance. She bears no visible metal marks, no robotic eyes.

When she speaks, her voice sounds very human as well: "Wouldn't go that way. There are sharks."

Soon as the words leave her mouth, she slaps a hand over her face with an exasperated sigh.

"Can't believe that is a valid sentence here."

Even after a year of being in this damned place, it's still hard to get used to.

For the time being she is hanging in an alley Danse happens to be passing by, blood on her bare arms and hands. It's hard to tell if it's hers or a shark's (or a person) -- but with the way she holds herself and doesn't seem to be in any pain, one can probably take a guess.

Liv had been in the process of slowly sideling away from that flopping sharp (at an angle, heading towards what she thought might be an exit), so when the shot goes off and kills the shark, she jumps back with a gasp.

And then she too stares at the dead shark.

"I don't think I want to know."

At least she didn't somehow drop her tupperware on the way here. Wherever here is. However she got here.

"I guess I should thank you for that?"

Edited (adds more to this bc hello welcome back amos and suz!) 2017-02-10 22:38 (UTC)

Okay, so this isn't a dream.

If it were a dream, she would've woken up by now. She probably would've misplaced or somehow dropped her lunch as she escaped the colosseum. The city wouldn't be so coherent despite its strangeness. The signs pointing to the clinic wouldn't be so clear and consistent. The clinic wouldn't be where it's advertised as being.

So no. This isn't a dream.

Liv herself isn't hurt, but she heads to the clinic anyway because it's familiar. She may work in a morgue, but she's still a doctor, and the scratch didn't take away her years in medical school or her time as a resident at the hospital. Helping people is what she knows, and saving lives is what she's in it for. Well, what she was in it for. Things are different now.

Things are really different now.

The clinic is a lot... smaller than she expects. And not as sterile and boring. And not as chaotic despite the fact that it's more than likely at least someone got a chunk bitten out of them in the colosseum.

It's not what she expects, but it's the only thing she has right now, so Liv clutches her lunch close and walks tentatively inside.

"Hello?" She pauses, waiting for an answer. "Anyone here?"

Or is everyone out by the colosseum, waiting to treat the wounded? Maybe she should double back. There'd been people wearing armbands with crosses there. She could always ask them.

[A: In the Arena]

Nagato woke up. It was the first surprise: he was supposed to be dead. One cannot bring a whole Village back to life without paying the price: this time, it was death and the redhead was ready to repay his debt. The second surprise was the pain, but this one wasn't that shocking: pain was an old companion, one that Nagato knew and accepted. Even the dried blood on his arms wasn't exactly surprising. The third was the shark.

At first, Nagato's brain had all but frozen: beside a few summons, he had never seen a shark, especially one flopping uselessly on the ground a few feet away from him. Its fins clapped frenetically on the sand as it tried to come closer, gaping maws biting at the air. It was grotesque and once the initial shock gone, the ninja couldn't help but pity the poor creature: it was out of his element, a little bit like him. Killing it by throwing a knife in its big, vacant eye was a mercy, really.

"Hell is a strange, strange place." Nagato muttered, trying to get up.

Keyword: trying. His legs refused to work, the deep scars digging into his muscles and eight years of inactivity sending spikes of pain running from his feet directly to his brain. Nagato fell back down with a strangled cry and stayed here for a while, dizzy.

[B: In the streets.]

It took him some time but Nagato managed to leave the coliseum to wander in the streets of the city. The fact he was in a cave just cemented the certitude he'd died and gone to hell: it didn't faze him. The sharks, however, were another thing entirely. He was ready to pay for his crimes, but torture by fish was a little bit too undignified. Most were easy to evade, but some swam through the ground like it was water and those had almost managed to get him once or twice already. Nagato was running out of throwing knives, his chakra too disturbed for him to use the rest of his abilities. What he needed was somewhere to perch himself, to get off the ground to safety.

After a little while of limping around trying to find a ladder, anything, Nagato stumbled onto a partially collapsed wall leading to the roof of a nearby building. He lost no time painfully climbing up, finally allowing himself to sit on the edge of the roof and rest a bit.

At least, from here he can keep an eye on the streets and guide anyone who needs it to the relative safety of his shelter.

Edited 2017-02-10 22:36 (UTC)

A. In the Colosseum

It is a moment of disconnect between brain and body. A moment in which Lee's brain, ever logical, ever well-reasoned, and ever eager to stay alive is screaming at him to move. To run. To climb. Anything to get out of the way of that dorsal fin gliding through the sand in his general direction. But his eyes are too distracted by the surreal-ness of the moment. His nerves are too confused by the feeling of the sand shifting beneath his feet when a shark swims past him its tail slapping side to side just hard enough to send rough grains scratching across his left cheek.

Too close for comfort.

He spins on his feet as a tentacle(???) grabs at his forearm, managing to free himself just before the tentacles can get a firm grip on him.

"What on-" He mumbles to himself, flustered and flushed but there's no time to finish the thought. His brain finally gets a solid connection with his limbs and he begins running. He is oddly athletic for someone his age and now the slim, lanky, gray haired man dressed in a rumpled blue cardigan and white pants is giving a sandshark a hunt to remember as he sprints, trying to find a way out.

B. Elsewhere

Outside the colosseum, Rosen continues to lope along side streets until the feeling of being chased by terrestrial cartilaginous monsters has truly subsided. Once the hairs on the back of his neck stop pricking and his vision clears, he slows then stops altogether. He presses a thin hand against the nearest wall to support himself, then as if he were some sand castle melting under the slow wash of sea foam he sinks down to the ground. Back against the stone, head lulled back, eyes closed, he sits on the ground, heart thudding in his chest, blood rushing in his ears, and trying to get some semblance of a regular breathing pattern back.

Only then does the real confusion start setting in. The physical exhaustion is too much for a nightmare. The coldness of the stone is too immediate for an illusion.

His eyes slip open. He blinks. His brows furrow. Then his eyes narrow as they try to focus on the sky-- no--- ceiling above him.

A ceiling?

Where is he?

Edited 2017-02-10 23:30 (UTC)

1. Just as Long as You Shark By Me - Colosseum

[ That pun is bad and I feel bad. But Gladiolus meanwhile has little time to wonder where he is or how he got here, only that one moment he was falling asleep at the house in Cape Caem, and the next he was awaking to the thrashing of sharks on... dry land? He's fought plenty of strange creatures (even that one giant shrimp that time,) so he doesn't hesitate to defend himself as one of the sand(?) sharks lunges out from the ground and lunges at him.

In an instant he calls his greatsword to him, the heavy blade appearing in a wisp of blue light. Well, at least if that works then Noct can't be too far away, right? Casting a glance around him, Gladio swings his sword down and knocks the shark well enough away. Whether anyone else is having trouble with the monsters or not, he gives a shout. ]

Hey, look out! [ I mean, shark attacks on land aren't normal. He'll have plenty of time to ask questions later, right now he's got sharknados to slash. ]

2. Mandatory Cup Noodles Reference - (Network/Action, exploring around Hadriel)

[ It's no surprise that Gladio makes it out of the coliseum without too much trouble. He's fought through way too many daemons and imperials to let a few rogue sharks ruin his otherwise-ruined day. And yes, he even managed to walk away with a blanket that looks and smells like his favorite Cup Noodles. So feel free to run into him while he steaks out the perimeter. And looks for Noct, because that's kind what you do when you're his bodyguard.

The phone he found on him might not have the news like the ones back home, but if he could reach somebody, maybe he could make sense of this place. ]

Hey, if anyone gets this, I'm looking for someone. Anyone seen a kid of about twenty years old, black hair, blue eyes... kind of scrawny? Plus, he sleeps too much and whines about eating his vegetables. You'll probably know him when you see him.

If anyone's seen him or knows where he is, let me know. Tell him Gladio is looking for him.

"Aye?" Kate's made her way back to the clinic after confirming that, yes, those were just really weird sharks. She could have stayed and fought, but there are plenty who can do that, and others who can heal, look after things in the Colosseum.

So she'll go back to where she knows, wash the blood off herself before the panic sets in too badly, and make herself presentable.

People usually needed this place now, after all.

"Need a hand?" Not that she looked injured, but who really knew in this place. It's be fucking typical that they'd get someone with some internal injury beyond the skills of anyone in this place, knowing her luck.

In truth, the sharks were not surprising, but the land, the surroundings, the being alive was. Hannibal slowly pushed himself up from the sand, his mind swiftly absorbing and cataloging the onslaught of new information. The crumbling colosseum around him, the other people also waking up, and of course the sharks, including strange, fantastical varieties. All right, maybe the sharks were a little surprising. He calmly noted the closest sharks (two headed to his left, giant to his right, sharktopus straight ahead) and remained as still as he could, remembering that sharks are attracted by motion and by blood.

Blood. Hannibal pressed a hand to his abdomen, where he had been shot and was slowly bleeding out, and when his hand came away he expected it to be entirely slick and red. But there was nothing. He wasn't bleeding. He wasn't even wet. Curious.

He slowly straightened, hands held out in front of him, eyes calmly yet quickly moving from shark to shark, watching every move. He glanced behind him and saw a fin running along the sand, as if there was a shark actually swimming in the sand.

But that was impossible.

But it was coming closer.

Hannibal took a step back, his hands patting his pockets, looking for something to use as a weapon. A phone (did he have a phone before?) was no use. But the corkscrew? He pulled it out, curled his fingers around the handle, the pointed metal screw protruding between his middle and ring fingers, and waited, knees slightly bent. The fin sped up, and then the animal broke the surface of the sand, jaw open wide in a rush toward Hannibal...

...who side stepped it, spinning, putting the power of the torque in the fist with the corkscrew. It punched right into the shark's eye with a burst of ocular fluid and blood. The shark writhed and thrashed and sank back into the sand. Hannibal watched it, his breath only slightly elevated with effort. Satisfied it would not return, he flicked his wrist, sending fluid and tissue flying from the improvised weapon onto the sand. He looked around to ensure he was no longer in immediate danger. He wasn't...but there was a sand shark headed for a nearby person who was unaware of their peril. Hannibal moved quickly to intercept it.

Amos looks at her sharply, barrel of the gun lifting before he stops himself and lowers it. Right, people, not enemy rebels. Hadriel and sharks of all things, and he blows out a breath before pulling up a smile that's hopefully reassuring and friendly. (It's mostly tired, he's been run ragged this past week especially.)

"Um, you're welcome. They don't move too fast, though, I don't think they'll be too dangerous?" He shakes his head and edges away from the dead thing, regret souring his face. He hadn't really meant to shoot it, he'd just been operating on combat-reflex. Which sucked.

"Are you new here, ma'am?" He hasn't seen her before (he'd recall someone so pale) but that means nothing for however long he's been gone from the caves.

Oh good. There's someone here after all. One person. Possibly a patient or two, passed out in bed.

"Actually, I was going to ask if anyone here needed help?" Liv shrugs, giving a sheepish grin. She can't blame the brain this time because it's been too long since her last meal, so by now, mild-mannered accounting clerk is out of her system. And in her tupperware, but that's another story.

"I'm a doctor."

"That's what I'm counting on to get me out of here unscathed." Slow-moving monsters are easier to deal with. Easier to run away from, really, which is her plan here.

But hey, she has a ltitle time for some chitchat. "Yeah, I... thought everyone was new here?" To be honest, she thought this was a dream, but she'd definitely be awake or somewhere else entirely by now if it were, so she's guessing this is an actual place, with actual landsharks.

And she'd thought zombies being real was weird.

"Have you....had dealings with these before?"

Lee had seen it in his periphery: a man doing combat with a shark, on land, with only a...well to be perfectly honest from where he was standing Lee can't actually be sure what the man had been holding.

He takes a tentative step closer and then another when he's verified that the path is clear of sharks, for the moment at least.

Edited 2017-02-10 23:31 (UTC)

Maybe she just got back, but Jill doesn't make a habit of taking too many breaks. Especially when people need help. As soon as she recovered her gun from where she lost it during the previous chaos, she headed to the Coliseum where she knew people would need assistance. She still remembers what it was like when she first got here. Only this time it's.. sharks?

Well, that's a new one. At least since she's been here.

As she sees the man running for his life, she waves at him. "Hey! This way!" Hopefully he'll just take her word for it, but Jill can certainly get him moving in the direction of the exit while she covers him.

"Ah, I've been here before." He glances around the arena before looking back at her. Not armed and certainly bewildered, but no panicking. ~~Not yet.~~ That's nice, Amos dislikes trying to deal with panicky people. Someone usually gets hurt, and it's often him, and he isn't sure he wants to collect more bruises.

"Want an escort out to the city, where it'll be safer, darlin'?" he offers, politely, dragging up another smile.

In the Colosseum nothing was sacred. From up above anyone could see anything and with his Power to Choose he made himself comfortable with watching for any family members or anyone from home. It's why this particular person grabs his interest away from his scouting and he's watching with that usual fascination as he uses quite normal means to dispatch a shark. It wasn't rare to see a normal human here in Hadriel just not like this. Most panicked or ran.

This one was calm. Exceptionally calm.

It's why he's down on the ground in a matter of seconds having cheated again with his ability and he's placing himself with his back to the nearest shark. If this fails, he'll be just fine given his power. Tyki was dressed in one of the finest shirts one would wear under a Victorian coat, if it hadn't been partially destroyed recently, with expensive slacks and shoes. There was no need to show all of his cards to anyone new or at least not yet. So go ahead. Dispatch the shark. He's waiting patiently with rising anticipation. He doesn't need the help and but manipulation in the smallest of forms did wonders for meeting new people.

"You know as many times as I've seen creatures spawn here it never fails to astound me what can come out of it next."

Edited (I am dumb and just realized I forgot actual words....shhhh.) 2017-02-11 04:16 (UTC)

Hannibal turned toward the voice, his body wary but relaxed. Seeing that the man appeared to present no threat, he glanced at the corkscrew in his hand, covered with shark bodily fluids.

"I cannot say I have." He looked back at the man and offered him a mild smile. "Apparently today is full of first time experiences."

Lee is not exactly in a position to be picky about where his help is coming from. Of course it is a matter of habit for his brain, even in panic, to start compiling all the reasons why he shouldn't entrust himself to a stranger, let alone one that appears to be holding a firearm, but in the end he knows he's more capable of dealing with human threats than non-human. If this stranger holds him in ill will he can deal with that when it comes, but at least for the moment priority #1 is to get himself out of the hunting range of these beasts.

He falters only a moment before altering course and heading in her direction. However his sudden change in trajectory has enticed the interest of one of the two headed monsters and it makes to follow after him.

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Intro Log: None Hadriel With Left Shark

Russia | ota

inquisitor trevelyan ; ota

Paladin Danse | OTA, but limited number of threads

Amos M Kamiya | OTA

A, hey stranger

Kaaaaatie-bug! :D

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around the city

B (hope you don't mind prose! I'm on my phone and I got excited)

A. hello amos meet a zombie

Liv Moore | ota at the clinic

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Dr Lee Rosen / OTA

Gladiolus Amicitia | ota

slams into this

Hannibal Lecter | Colosseum | open!

ahahaha don't let him know he is very grossed out by dead things

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lol par for the course in liv's life tbh

Re: Hannibal Lecter | Colosseum | open!

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He'll still like her! he'll just be a little D: about her being dead

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