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hadriel_logs2017-03-10 09:15 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-03-10 09:15 am
Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- adam parrish,
- alphys,
- anne of austria,
- ardyn izunia,
- armitage hux,
- beth washington,
- bucky barnes,
- danse,
- dr. lee rosen,
- duck,
- dylan blake,
- emily kaldwin,
- firo prochainezo,
- gladiolus amicitia,
- hannah washington,
- henry percy,
- ikaruga,
- jacob frye,
- jill valentine,
- john watson,
- johnny storm,
- leliana,
- maketh tua,
- matt murdock,
- mettaton,
- mikoto suoh,
- morgan walker,
- napstablook,
- natasha romanoff,
- ned wynert,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- prussia,
- ray shin fang,
- richie gecko,
- romulus hart,
- sans,
- sherlock holmes,
- shuuya kano,
- steve rogers,
- the outsider,
- tyki mikk,
- yehudit/ravine,
- yukari mishakuji
Intro Log: Welcome to the Snave (snake cave)
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for March
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: March 10th-15th
Warnings: Snakes! Snakes! It's a snake!
What: The intro log for March
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: March 10th-15th
Warnings: Snakes! Snakes! It's a snake!
Good morning, new arrivals! Or, well, it's probably morning. The sun is up, anyway. Okay - not the sun, but that ball of light at the top of the cave that functions as the sun, anyway. Whatever. The point is you've woken to find yourself on the floor of Hadriel's colosseum. You may be wondering where you are and what you're doing here, but what you should be wondering is how fast you need to run to get away from a three-headed snake.
You're not the only one who just woke up. Also to be found in the arena, angry and confused, are Runespoors - large three-headed snakes. Only one of the heads is venomous, but all of them are perfectly willing to take a bite out of you if you get too close - or if you annoy it. If you're lucky, an attacking Runespoor may distract itself via infighting between the three heads, giving you time to run. If not, well, let's just hope you can fight off all three heads at once!
But that's not the only thing you might find. Also scattered around the colosseum floor are what look like tasty snacks. Popsicles, cheese, even toast! Unfortunately, if you get hungry and take a bite, you will quickly discover that each and every one of these is actually soap. So that's great. Maybe the Door thinks everyone needs to shower more? You can also find a few that actually look like soap, and if you're really lucky, you might stumble across the rare and coveted 'pile of baby hands' soap.
With luck, you didn't get eaten by a snake or accidentally eat a piece of soap. Once you find your way out of the colosseum there's plenty of other distractions. Feel free to go 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 March 10th-15th.
► 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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Surprisingly, Mettaton's expression goes entirely slack. He's finding it difficult to be mad with that answer. Whatever reason Sans might have to give it to him, it was still an answer he wanted to hear, because it reminded him of home, and that Papyrus would be fine there.
Not his Papyrus.
But still okay.
He laughs softly, an uncomfortable sound. But he still sounds relieved when he addresses Sans again.]
I would love that for him. He deserves that. He deserves only the best.
[Which, of course, means not Mettaton. This shadow of a robot wasn't worth being enamored to, after all, and he was fairly certain that nothing he did would ever make Papyrus love him again.
That's fine. It's okay.
Just as long as he knows there's one Papyrus that'll be okay.]
Sans?
I am sorry for my behavior. It's not very fair is it, to be mad at someone without even telling them why?
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Better than down here, right? And even if there's that awful, selfish little piece of him that's grappling for a fraction of what he had, that wants it all back, 'cause that'd be better, somehow - it's probably for the best that he's used to not gettin' what he wants, yeah?
Papyrus ain't better off down here. He should be with the people who deserve him.
He don't expect that to be the thing that defuses the potentially escalating situation. But defuse it does, and Mettaton's entire disposition softens right outta nowhere.
Heh. All right. Maybe not outta nowhere.
And then there's the unexpected bit. Even more so than every other loop he's thrown him thus far.
He apologizes.
Sans don't answer that. Not right away. He keeps his even look and his guileless grin, until finally he droops his socket shut again, rolling his shoulders in a faint, tired shrug.]
Hey, fuhgeddaboutit. Sounds like you been through a lot.
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That might not be the best policy, all things considered. Especially when he does something as flagrantly uncharacteristic as apologizing for something he did that may have hurt someone else's feelings. Objectively, it was the right thing to do! Sans didn't deserve this if he couldn't even tell why Mettaton was mad.
It wasn't the Sans he knew.
Somehow, that did have a mild effect on his good mood...but he stifles it for the most part.]
I can't say I'm happy to be here. But I'm not as upset as I should be. Though I feel terribly that I cannot uphold my promises to Asriel while I'm stuck somewhere else.
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[To Asriel, no less. And he really shouldn't be askin', considering everything, but that's really the kid that he knows the least, ain't he? There's a trio of 'em, but Asriel's awful cagey; more so than Frisk, who simply seems to think that he don't wanna hear anything that ain't a joke or a smile.
But that bit's his fault. He knows it.
One supraorbital ridge lifts in mild intrigue.]
You close with the kid or somethin'?
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Unbidden, a memory surfaces of a tall boss monster sparing Mettaton a quicker death by skewering an alien on his sword. Then another, where Mettaton screams and tugs against chains, watching a young boss monster be muzzled and dragged away.
He looks intensely uncomfortable. Up rises the hand again, and he can't help but look just as cornered as he feels.]
Yes, well. Where I'm from, we became friends. Over shared experiences.
[Like wanton murder, self-hatred, and being reduced to property. You know, normal stuff!]
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[His hand goes to the back of his neck, a motion that maybe he don't realize it, but makes him look - besieged. Like he's set upon on all sides by some kinda invisible force.
Could be a correlation between that and the fact that that's just where the scarf rests, but that ain't a given. Correlation don't equal causation, and all that. Either way, he don't make it real obvious that he's keepin' any more of an eyesocket on him than he was prior.]
He's been down here for a few months now. Pretty sure he never lived on any spaceships, though.
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[Not his Asriel. There's nothing familiar for him here, then? So it goes, he supposes.]
It's alright, I wouldn't want to impose myself upon him for a friendship that he doesn't want.
[What a very Mettaton thing to say!
Wait...]
Who else is here from the Underground anyway? So far, we haven't really accounted for that many, have we?
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...
What the hell kinda crap did he go through in space, anyway?
Seemingly unperturbed, he rattles 'em off on his phalanges.]
Lemme see here...uh, we got Alph, livin' with me and Undyne. This human who I think used to be a ghost - Napstablook, I think. King's down here too, along with his - uh, all of his kids.
["All" of them. Not sure if Frisk rightly counts with all that, but he don't know how else to call 'em.]
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[Ah, now there's some of that energy. Mettaton can't really help it; he missed her dearly before she showed up on the Moira, and even moreso when she vanished. Was it so wrong to miss his best friend?
Blooky, of course, is another matter. He wants to ask, but he's not sure whether to bring it up. So...he doesn't.]
The children and the king too? Mm...it's been a very long time since I've seen Asgore or Undyne, I must admit.
[He shakes his head. This is crazy. This is unfair.]
None of you really deserve to be in a place like this. Maybe it's just my very minute experience prior to this point, but...this doesn't seem like a place one would want to live.
[Giant three headed snakes, really?]
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[One socket drops shut for a second in mild amusement, mingled with a - a somethin' he don't let dwell for very long at all. Trepidation, maybe. 'Cause she mentioned, the first day she showed, and he had to ask to make sure she came from a better place than he did. And it turns out she did.
But not by a whole lot.
At least that gets a reaction. She's missed him. She watched him die.]
Eh. It ain't so bad. We don't get stars or skies, but...
[He trails off with a loose shrug of his shoulders, artless and unconcerned. He'll let Mettaton fill in the blanks if he likes.]
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So...he can't quite decipher Sans' feelings.
That's probably what the skeleton preferred anyway.]
I have...really missed her too. You know how the saying goes; you don't know what you've lost 'til it's gone!
It's very true.
[He laughs mirthlessly. None of his laughs are anything other than cynical anymore, are they?]
Lots of things gone, many of them sorely missed. Almost none of them coming back. At least I can be happy to have Alphys and Bl...Napstablook too.
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[Ain't like Napstablook is what you'd call the talkative sort. Honestly, they do so much better when they aren't talking. Undyne's had to interrupt more than a few sessions of "lying on the floor and feeling like garbage after a good meal" - turns out he and Alphys are pros at that.
Hopefully made 'em feel a little more at home.]
They're still havin' trouble. Ain't real sure how a human body's supposed to work. Who'da thunk the Door could change things up like that, right?
[What a wild wacky happenstance.
But, y'know. Thaaaaaat's Hadriel.]
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[Boy howdy he couldn't be lying any harder if he tried. How does he stand himself?
Simple answer: he can't stand himself! Hahahahaha...ha...
His concern becomes much less about Napstablook being a fan, and crosses far past the line of familiarity as he continues though.]
Oh...they were never meant for that! I cannot imagine they're eating right, or even sleeping well, it took me a while to get used to it when that happened to me on the Mini Colony. Circadian rhythms are honestly the most awful thing I have ever had the displeasure of acclimating to!
[Well.
At least he can still natter on endlessly about his experiences like he's the center of the universe, right?!]
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Least they had that common ground, huh?
Either way, he ain't entirely sure he buys the act Mettaton's selling. It's awful frantic, but...honestly, who's he to press buttons, huh? Ain't he pressed enough for several lifetimes?
Probably.
So. Play the role. Run with the subject shift.]
Turns out you're gonna have to adjust to 'em all over again. Our day-and-night cycles ain't what you'd call normal, it turns out.
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[He might have disliked sleep for the short time he needed to endure it, but...sometimes, he wishes he could actually close his eyes and forget everything that has happened for a few hours.
Haha, right. That'll happen.
Not.]
Maybe I can help them adjust though. It would be the right thing to do.
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It'd be the right thing to do, huh?
Come to care about the kids a lot, ain't he? And he knew their name, meaning...he probably knew 'em back home. Well enough to know their name. That, or there was a version of 'em running 'round on that spaceship of his.]
The noble thing to do, huh?
['Cause "noble" sounds like a grandiose sorta word. The kinda concept a star might trot out, maybe.
Or maybe that's him trying to force a thing that ain't there. Anymore.]
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Who knew. He certainly didn't...not yet anyway.]
Noble. That does sound like something I'd say, hmm?
[He smiles flatly.]
Yes, let us go with that. It would be noble to help a poor ghost stuck in a body he never wanted in the first place.
[Sighing, he can't help but offer a little shrug himself.]
Well, I think I've thoroughly monopolized your time, for much longer than I intended. So, ah. Perhaps if you don't mind answering one more question for me...how is it getting a place to live around here? Am I to be paying some type of rent out of the approximate nothing I have been left with?
[He's not counting what's in his PacDisc. Not until he has to count what's in his PacDisc.]
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[But it's all plastic. It's all false pretense thrown up, a sparkling veneer that ain't even draped across whatever might be beneath that surface with the same kinda alacrity he recalls from the guy he knew.
Did his damnedest to bury the shallow in more shallow, emphasizing superficiality, underscoring those trademark little traits of his. Drama. Flair. Exaggeration.
Familiar story.
He lets the subject get pulled from one place to the next, unresisting. No real point in diggin' in his heels, huh?]
No real economy to speak of down here. The gods set up housing for all of us. More or less just gotta pick what ain't already taken.
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What are those? Haha...]
Gods, hm? I see. Well I suppose the first thing to do is acquaint myself with the people I do know first, then the area. It isn't as if I need a place to sleep. Just a place to charge.
[Effectively, he can straight up recharge in a
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[At least, that's what he's assuming. No real other reason the thing should be running as long as it has been. It's been, what? Months? Months since those damned pages fell in and - got it all flipped. Turned upside down. What a joke, right?
Everyone's laughing. He should do stand-up. 'Cause he's a real stand-up guy, right?]
Your phone should have a city map, and a newbie guide. Guy who wrote it weren't real nice about it, but... [He trails into a noncommittal shrug. Gets the job done, in any case.]