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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2017-03-15 09:55 am

Event Log: Patron Gods

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Patron Gods event!
Where: All around the city
When: March 15th-March 20th
Warnings: The gods choose you! Whether you choose them back is your call.


It's March 15th! Whether or not you've been having a good or a bad week, the gods decided to get together and put all the characters on teams- just like in those gym classes that you always skipped! Whether or not you were the last one picked is up for debate, but until we can figure that particular mystery out, there's another one to mull over... namely, who left that mysterious note in your bedside table/shoe/fishtank? And how did you get a friendship bracelet twined around your wrist?

Regardless, when opened, the letter will say-

'Congratulations! You have been chosen! [God name] thinks you're a great fit for their team! All you have to do is spread their emotion, and you'll get a blessing - and if your team wins, you get the grand prize: one (1) request for each member of the team, no payment required! Or you can band together and request one big thing, it's all up to you! So find your allies, get started, and let's win this thing!'


Whether or not this is for real becomes immediately obvious, as you seem to find yourself yearning to cooperate with your teammates, and maybe feeling a bit competitive toward your foes. Grab a squeaky chicken or a creepy doll or a snowglobe from the shops if you like, and let's get inspiring! Of course, you aren't forced to participate, but have fun telling your teammates that nobody is going to win their wish because you decided to be a stick in the mud.

Go forth and spread joy! Or sorrow, or scare people, or just really piss them off- but whatever you do, try to have fun and build that sense of community! You're going to need it...

► This log covers March 15th-March 20th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If you're just so mad at the gods that you'd rather die than participate, then let us know here!
godofrain: (silent3)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-17 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
To be honest, Nagato would have loved to laugh some more, but he was firmly on team Sorrow so his own humor stayed rather low. Anyway, the ninja was supposed to be dead and he was still half convinced he was in Hell so why not a skeleton that loved puns? At this point, everything was possible.

"Sans, then, if that's alright with you?" And again a smile. How did a skeleton smile? Nagato had no idea. He looked down curiously at the hand though, because handshakes weren't common in his world and tilted his head on the side like a curious cat.

Was he supposed to do something with it? No way. Nagato wasn't a touchy feely kind of guy to begin with and even less with someone that could still attack him somehow.
skelebro: (that so)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-17 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
"'Course." ...no handshake, then? He gives his bony phalanges one last enticing wriggle before shrugging and foldin' the hand behind his skull, slippershod feet stuck up and crossing atop the stand's surface.

"You been here long, Nagato?" Not exactly a name that inspires a lotta wordplay. Maybe some music-based puns, but there's no guarantee everybody'll get 'em.

He'll think of something. Always does.
godofrain: (God is tired)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-18 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Just a bit more than a month. Not quite enough time to get used to the strangeness, I'm afraid." Nagato shrugged. "You seem to be more... familiar with Hadriel than I am."

Or at least much more relaxed. The skeleton seemed awfully at ease in a place where sharks could swim in the ground and snakes had many very angry heads. Maybe the skeleton was even part of the bunch of creatures that liked to try and eat Hadriel residents. Hadn't he said he was a monster, or something of the sort?

Nagato hated not having all the answers.

But his body hated something even more, and that thing was standing still for too long. The ninja winced when his legs made their displeasure known by way of sending pain crawling up his nerves and spine.

"Is ther-" A new wince. "My apologies, is there a place where I could sit nearby?"
skelebro: (wanna head to grillby's)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-18 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Been here for a while now, yeah." That ain't a very specific number of days at all, but don't worry; he's well aware. He just ain't in the habit of droppin' more information than is strictly necessary. He's good at bein' vague. It's a gift.

Hope you're not hinging anything important on having all the answers when it comes to knowing Sans, Nagato, 'cause the guy may as well be allergic to a straight answer.

The lights in his sockets rove about for a moment before settlin' down on a flat piece of somethin' - rubble or a peculiar cave formation or somethin' or another, not more than a couple feet away - and jerks a thumb in its direction.

"Sure thing, pal."
godofrain: (Default)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-18 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Nagato was not really a fan of evasive answers when he couldn't just rip out people's soul and eat it to learn all their secrets, but what can you do.
But he can understand the need to not have a strange asking invasive questions out of nowhere, and he wasn't desesperate for data yet that he would attack people who didn't attack him first.

"Thank you."

Nagato limped toward the piece of rubble and dropped gracelessly on it, finally getting his hand away from his knife. After a quick check of his scars to see if one was bleeding (thankfully there wasn't), the ninja sighed. Hadriel wasn't his favorite place in the world, no.

"Apparently enough time to set your in a life of street vending, I see."
skelebro: (im always smiling)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-18 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
"In this economy? Please." Or in this lack of one, more like. He flicks a pebble off the surface of his makeshift vendor with the tip of one phalanx and watches it skitter across the cave floor.

But the groan, the apparent discomfort as Nagato hauls himself over to his impromptu seating, don't escape Sans's notice. He watches him silently for a moment with his sockets at half-mast before he eventually rumbles out -

"You doin' all right there, buddo? You look like you're havin' trouble."
godofrain: (silent3)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-18 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've seen stranger things." Or he would sometimes soon. It was the 'nice' side of this city, he guessed. You had many discoveries to make, including the ones about giant creatures trying to eat you.

Returning Sans' stare with one of his own for a few seconds, Nagato then looked down at his legs. He didn't mind the question, because people underestimating him was what he was aiming for. But he didn't like to think about his scars, because they reminded him of the first of his long list of failure."

"... Old scars. They act up a bit sometimes. It's nothing, they don't bleed much."
skelebro: (sounds fake but ok)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
You get used to seein' pretty strange things down here. All par for the course, it turns out. Dragons, zombies, mechanical men, the whole nine yards.

Old scars can still hurt like a mother, it turns out. Physical and otherwise. He's been learnin' a thing or two about pullin' together the pieces of someone's body to heal 'em up some, but he's pretty sure that don't fix anything like scar tissue. That kinda thing's forever.

"Sorry to hear that." He sounds sincere, for all the equivocal drone of the words. "Y'ever think of stoppin' by the clinic? Might be somebody there could help."
godofrain: (God is pensive)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-19 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Both Nagato's physical and emotionnal scars ran deep but he clung to the pain, because it was one of the few constants in his life, and the only one he couldn't really destroy. Pain was good, familiar, and he deserved it. It was a way to atone for his sins. His death should have seen to that but that 'Door' had other plans, of course, because since when did things go well for Nagato?

"It would be a waste of ressources, and I don't mind them that much." Nagato shrugged, idly tapping the steel pipe he used as a makeshift cane against the rock he was sitting on. "It's just that I've been moving more this last month than I have been in a long time."

skelebro: (never let the smile slip)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-19 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why's that, then?" He can make a couple educated guesses: the myriad sharks and their assorted, uh, issues, he's pretty sure, would force anybody to move about a bit quicker than is typical. But you never get anywhere if you start things off with rampant assumptions, do ya?

He learned that lesson a little too late, but he might as well start applyin' it now, yeah?
godofrain: (Default)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-20 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Nagato let out a humorless chuckle at Sans' question, using his open hand to show all the city around them.

"Hadriel happened. As well as a lot of sharks. Neither is good to a man that spent the few last years not moving much."

It wasn't the complete truth but no way Nagato was going to talk about his past to anyone here, even to a friendly skeleton that liked evasive answers. The 'anon' thing he'd participated earlier had been more than enough, thank you very much.

"And I've been scavenging a bit as well.Much to my dismay."
skelebro: (everyone loves ketchup)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-20 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Pretty much confirms his unchecked speculation, but it pays to ask these days. You never know, the way things go. Plenty of people here have things to hide, it turns out, much as they might be good at pretending otherwise. Most newbies that ain't used to movin' a whole lot gotta get used to it a whole lot.

"Shops don't have all y'need?" He'd recommend askin' the gods for help, much as that's kind of a hit-or-miss deal, but really, it ain't his job to impose where he ain't needed.

He learned that lesson all too well, and just as late.
godofrain: (God is pensive)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-20 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Nagato gave a shrug at that. Nothing but his paranoia kept him roaming the streets, but the idea of depending so much on the gods, or anyone else really, just didn't sit well with him. He would find what he needed by himself, thank you very much. It reduced the chances of the supplie being tampered with... Somehow.

So the ninja gave an affirmative hum to Sans' question and answered with one of his own.

"And yourself? Can you find anything of sustenance here?"

After all, Sans was a skeleton. Did he even need to eat?
skelebro: (a what a fucke)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-20 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Gotta make most of it myself. Everything else goes right through me." He taps the tip of one phalanx against the bone of his clavicle, hidden somewhere beneath his shirt. 'S funny, how he somehow manages to have a weight and girth to him despite bein' ostensibly made of nothing more than bone. Chalk that one up to "magic" along with all the rest; it slots in easy with the rest of the items in the column.

"Technically, skeletons can go for pretty long without eatin'. Not a whole lotta fun, but - y'know." At least it means one less mouth to feed in a food crisis. Which is, all in all, pretty great for everyone. Pretty damn handy.
godofrain: (God is pensive)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-21 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
The ninja chuckled again at the joke, and barely tried to hide his smile behind his hand. Going right through him! Because he was a skeleton! That was hilarious, shut up!

As for the whole 'skeleton that fills his clothing perfectly', well. At this point, in this underground city with gods that walked amongst mortals and door that mysteriously brought him back to life, Nagato was ready to accept a lot of things. It was either rolling with the punches and adapting, or suffering anxiety attacks on a regular basis. He didn't have a whole lot of choices here, and ninjas were pretty good at adaptation anyway.

"Useful, especially when the food supply could be drastically reduced at any moment." Nagato noted, always ready to see the tactical advantages when presented to him "But if it's not impolite to ask, what do you eat? You don't have to answer if I'm being insensitive, of course."
skelebro: (wanna buy a hotdog)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-21 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, that's what jokes're for. They are hilarious, ain't they? Real knee-slappers. Real side-splitters. He catches that smile, even if Nagato tries to shield it with his hand. He's gotten pretty good at pickin' up when his jokes, horrible or not, elicit a reaction, positive or otherwise.

"Food made of magic, mostly." It ain't impolite at all; most people tend to ask that at some point or another. If it is impolite, he got over it a long, long damn time ago. More outta necessity than anything else. For the same reason you just kinda get used to bein' asked, well, have you tried not being a skeleton? "Gotta make most of it myself, though Hope can supply, if he's feelin' charitable."

Lately he ain't felt much like botherin' the big guy much. Somethin' about him's just a bit too off-putting at the moment. Maybe it's the whole bit where he resurrected him post-double.
godofrain: (silent3)

[personal profile] godofrain 2017-03-21 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
But Nagato was a ninja, and ninjas were supposed to always be in control, not just laughing at jokes, not even skeleton-made jokes. And even when they were really funny. It has been what, eight years? Since he last laughed. And during that time, he had stolen the happiness of so man, it just didn't feel right to be here having as much fun as someone dropped his another dimension could have.

The thought made Nagato frown deeply, and all humor left his expression.

At least he wasn't being impolite. He had always disliked rudeness, even at the height of his madness. He certainly wouldn't tolerate it here, even less from himself.

"Magic, hm." Back home, that word was almost an insult, used by the gullibles to explain the world. And that immensely hypocritical of Nagato to think that because his abilities are clearly magic by everything but the name. "It's not something we have back home. Even less as food. Are those magic too?" The ninja asked, pointing at the sweets on the stand.
skelebro: (oh ~~~mettaton)

[personal profile] skelebro 2017-03-21 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
He don't seem to take a liking to that thought. Nice thing about humans and people with skin and muscle to their face is how it makes it a hell of a lot easier to get a read on 'em. When you're a skeleton who's all smiles and perpetual grins, it can make it tough to hone in on what kinda smile you're gettin' at the moment.

Nagato's easier, like most humans. Or - people, if he turns out to be somethin' other than human. There's a lotta those down here, it feels like. Sans simply grins and gestures limply down at himself.

"These? Nah. They'd go right through me."