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hadriel_logs2017-06-10 11:31 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-06-10 11:31 am
Intro Log: Bird Brains
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-16th
Warnings: Harpies, newbies, oddities!
What: The intro log for June
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: June 10th-16th
Warnings: Harpies, newbies, oddities!
You wake up on the floor of an old and crumbling structure, with nothing but open air between you and the odd cave ceiling far above you. Unfortunately, this means that you're in Hadriel, a lovely cave city with lovely inhabitants- some of whom you'll probably be meeting in a few minutes! Around you are others who have woken up at roughly the same time as you, who are probably just as confused as you are- but you might want to team up with them, because there are dark shapes lurking ominously above you...
These dark shapes just so happen to be harpies, half-bird, half-women monsters who definitely have more emphasis on the 'monster'- you'll find no beautiful women here, unless you're into razor sharp claws and teeth that hunger for human flesh. Maybe that's your thing!
Alongside you on the ground are also a strange assortment of finger puppets, some of which may have faces that look like yours! What a novelty gift!
After you've got a puppet on each finger, you're free to start heading outside!. 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 June 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!
jack wynand | ota
shops;
Rey was already in the store when Jack showed up. It's no big deal -- people should be coming around, either confused or angry or in whatever state they were in from before ending up here. And it's not the first time she's seen someone help themselves to whatever's on the shelves right then and there.
Soon she makes her way around Jack's way, brows raising at him in dull surprise.
"You look hungry."
No shit.
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shops!
It's a very tired looking child who watches Jack from the doorway, not so much scrutinizing as taking some time before their sluggish mind processes what he's doing. They don't recognize him, and most of the city is well fed, if not happy with the variety of foods available at any given time... so he's new, then.
They need to keep looking. They really do. Frisk is so tired.
But first thing's first. He seems fairly focused on the higher shelves, so their approach is very careful. Shoes scuffing on the floor; don't want to chance taking that wrench to the head. A couple of tinned cans of peaches in hand; missed from one of the bottom shelves.
They don't need to speak to offer food.
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That was good.
[He's not sure if magic powers means supernatural being or not- Jack certainly smells human, but the magic puts Rome on edge all the same anyway and he finishes his approach warily, clear that he's not going to attack unless the other man turns violent toward him.]
There will be more. We should move quickly- I'll explain this place to you when we get to safety.
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Oh.
She stops near him, dumbfounded, watching the charred corpse falls to the ground. That makes more sense. She offers him a hand to help him up.
"I've never seen sorcery work like that before."
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hi adam i'm dad
i'm dad ultimate 2.0. welcome to the dad-off.
you can't stand up to me, I'm the OD (Original Dad)
this isn't Original Dad this is Underwater Dad Simulator now
haha hey zero dyou wanna hear a joke
do you even have to ask
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Shops
Unfortunately, it looks like he'll have to contend with someone else.
Wade hears the like-minded individual before he sees him-- a loud, rattling cacophony of noises that sound more animalistic than human, and he's got his gun out of its holster long before he's realized he's done it. He's pretty sure the creatures in the caves can't get into the town, but he's not about to leave that sort of thing up to chance. If it's another one of those goddamn plant things...
Wade's almost disappointed when he sees the tall drink of water currently scrounging around the grocery store. Almost being the operative word-- dude's apparently built like a brick shithouse. Like he was designed by Rob Liefeld, if Liefeld were a better artist with a much more realistic idea of human anatomy. Wade leans against the doorframe, watching as the enormous man continues to eat his way down the aisle.
"Yo, Andre the Giant. How's about leaving some for the rest of us, huh?"
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shops; busts in here late like the kool aid man
Judging by the conspicuous trail of empty bags and bottles he left in his wake, it certainly wasn't, and Magnus is just. Instantly baffled.
"Oh, come on!" he complains, door swinging shut behind him. "All the potato chips? Really??"
OH YEAH!!!!!
*sees the lack of chip* *kool aid man voice* OH NO...
anyone up for a goblet of plasmids
guzzles them right outta the kool aid mans live wriggling body
vore me daddy
if i could only take back my fool words
mouths, or as i like to call them, vore doors
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Seel har Parasiel | Collosseum | OTA
"What the actual hell?"
Clearly their all-knowing malevolent benefactor was loosing his mind. It was disconcerting to say the least. Even more disconcerting was all the humans. It'd been years since he'd seen one of those. They were so rare nowadays.
Ugh, well he certainly wasn't asking one of them what was going one. Sometimes if you wanted something done, you had to do it yourself.
"I was in the middle of doing something you know." Despite his tone, Seel gave a little bow, just in case You Know Who was watching. He probably was.
This was insane, Seel thought looking around at the collosseum, complete with blood stains. Had he been sent here on purpose? Or had all the ripples in the veils and the otherlanes recently just torn something open. That's what happens when you mess with things you don't understand. Seel sighed with annoyance, and reached for the gun which was no longer at his side. Because that's what happens when you put your toys away.
"Dammit," noticing the dark shapes hovering above, Seel thought he'd better get out of the area fast, because they really didn't look friendly.
hi ex boyfriend
He'd managed to drop a few of them from the sky before he stumbled on another har--a new one. At least, he felt like one. And strangely familiar, too, but he was coming from behind him and all he could see was his hair. At least it made him feel far more obligated to help than if he'd been human.
There wasn't much else he could do but cover an escape, but he tried, aiming high and firing at the things while they scrambled out of the way. He should have brought more bullets.
"For god's sake, over here! Get out before you're overrun!"
Yeah, whose fault is that exactly? Yours
Yeah, and?
Just pointing out your a craptastic boyfriend
Yeah, well, your mom
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Will Solace | Collosseum | OTA + 1 closed thread
Right, Will thought, looking around and shucking his surgical gloves off. Not at Camp Half-Blood anymore. That much was completely obvious. The possibility of how was also both completely terrifying and kind of obnoxious. Didn't people normally get warnings when they went on quests? ....Except for those times when they didn't.
He'd never been to Camp Jupiter, but he was pretty sure that if they had a coliseum they at least cleaned the blood off the walls first. Will found what looked kind of like a smart phone in his pocket, which he promptly turned off and threw in the nearest dumpster. Whoever gave this to him probably meant well, but really? Were they trying to get him killed? Demigods and phones? Not a good combination.
So, what did he do? He tried prayer. Just in case.
"Hey, Dad? Just in case everything got fixed and you're up at Olympus creating an epic poem about what happened? Think you can zap me back? I really think Paolo Montes would appreciate me finishing sewing his left leg back on."
Nothing. So, either Apollo was...distracted, or he was still at Camp stuck in the mortal body of Lester Papadopoulos. Hopefully not getting himself killed. Okay. Maybe Will wasn't the only one taken. Fix this now, worry later. Later he could figure out how Camp defenses were breached. Right now he just had to survive.
Speaking of survival, there were the monsters. Harpies. Because that was original. That didn't take long at all. So he definitely wasn't at Camp Jupiter. See, this was why he didn't leave Camp. He was monster bait. Some monsters were smart. They knew to go after the healer, the Apollo kid. The one that keeps everyone else alive. It didn't hurt that he smelled like freshly buttered toast to them either. And now? Armed with a backpack full of surgical supplies, he was going to die. It wasn't that he was afraid of death, every demigod knew the chances of them making it to the ripe old age of twenty was pretty slim. He just thought he'd go out surrounded by other campers, fighting. Or at least with a bow.
Oh Gods, were they going to stew him? Will grabbed a scalpel out of his backpack, and readied himself.
Closed to Rosen @ the Clinic
Will hung out around the collosseum for a while, because nothing said fun like death, maiming and destruction, and because let's face it, he had experience with harpies and trying to keep people alive while monsters were attacking you. As far as he could see, Hadriel wasn't a whole lot different than back home was. Just...more cave-like. There were monsters, they tried to eat people. The only difference was these monsters went after regular mortals too. And there were a different set of Gods. Because of course there were. We couldn't have just a couple sets running around screwing things up. The more the merrier, right? He'd kind of stupidly assumed that since he was Greek, the other pantheons couldn't touch him. But maybe that was negated with Apollo out of commission in the body of a mortal 15 year old? Note to Dad:Don't piss off Zeus again. It never ends well.
He made his way to the clinic, after wandering around for a bit. He had been told that there was a map in the phone someone had made him fish out of the trash, but he refused to turn it on because he certainly wasn't using that.
Armed with a backpack full of mortal and demigod medical and surgical supplies and still wearing slightly bloody stained scrubs, he knocked the door as he pushed it open.
"Hello?"
[OOC note: let me know if you want a special starter for a later date]
Clinic!
So when Will arrives Lee is sitting in his usual location, his favorite side table in the far corner, typing away notes on his laptop. However Rosen is so engrossed in his work that he doesn't notice the visitor until he hears him speak. He then straightens hastily, looking about.
"H-Hello? Ah. Please come in." Rosen gets up onto his feet. "Are you injured? Is that your blood?" His voice is appropriately concerned, but not shocked. He's seen the wounded all too often here to be shocked.
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Really? Did that even qualify as a weapon? It was tiny. He'd have to get way too close to use it. Maybe it was a last reaort, but by then he'd be dead and it wouldn't matter.
He could have shaken his head and sighed teenagers, but he'd have absolutely no leg to stand on.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out of here!"
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Colosseum
"Here." She pulls a short dagger out from its hiding place under her sword arm's bracer and offers it to him, handle first. "It's not much, but it's better than that."
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And today he was very glad he did. The big rotunda was full of harpies. And some were diving at at a teenager in surgical garb. The kid was brandishing a scalpel, of all things. It wasn't going to be enough.
Curufin sprang to the young man's side, nocked an arrow, and let it loose from his bow. TWANG! The arrow sped and plunked into the breast of the foremost of the harpy pack. She fell out of the air, hit the ground hard, and lay with twitching claws. He pulled another from his quiver and let that one fly as well.
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WHOOPS sorry somehow I missed the notif!
Not hard to do, with a crammed inbox. No problem!
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For Lance Sweets
He could hear someone in the back, rummaging around, maybe moving something? Will was spending his time getting acquainted with things, and thought about asking if there was a rotation for helping the wounded in the city during attacks. For those who couldn't make it into the building. He knew not every one helping here could defend themselves. It wasn't feasible for everyone. But those people outside still didn't deserve to be left there.
"On a sliding scale, how often would you say someone loses a limb here? What's the injuries like?" He called out to whoever was in the back. Somehow he doubted it was scrapes and bruises. Based on the harpies he saw Will was leaning more toward evisceration and loss of limb than I got a boo boo.
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When life returns, considering this isn't the first time he's been ambushed now, he tries lying still and holding his breath, playing dead for a couple more moments. He's been hoping for something big since his network post, but another surprise attack isn't any fun. Maybe if he lies there someone will approach again. Someone who doesn't know just how fast he revives.]
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11th;
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[here not here]
11th
george lass / ota
[George was having such a nice dream. She dreamed she was alive again, but surely that wasn't true. She was a Grim Reaper, like it or not.
At least that's what she thought before she was rudely awakened by the shrieking of whatever those things were perching above her.
Her eyes snapped open and she scrambled to her feet, eyes darting around her nervously. She clearly wasn't in Seattle anymore, Toto. Her eyes focused on the creatures, mouth dropping open. What the fuck had she gotten herself into?
It was at that moment that the creatures decided she was a prime candidate for attack, swooping down toward her. She dropped to her knees and tried crouching down so that she'd be less of a target, but it was no use. One of them swept down to her, claws extended, ripping into George's shirt and into her skin.
I'm--I'm fucking bleeding! That's not possible! she thought wildly as she uncrouched and started to try to run for an exit. Any exit. In the meantime, she could really use some help.
restaurant
George was looking for something, anything, that might be familiar and her memories of Der Waffle Haus and the rest of the Reapers sprung to mind so she headed towards what looked like a restaurant.
After pushing the doors open, she knew that she'd made a huge mistake and that the ambiance was definitely more post-apocalypse than it was warm and homey. However, she was too stubborn to let that get in the way of possibly getting something to eat and/or meeting someone who knew what the hell was going on here, so she took a look around, noticed a long bar up at the front near the kitchens and decided to take her chances there. She slid onto the stool and said "Hey, does anyone have a menu I can look at?"
Collosseum
Cover your ears
[He let out an ear piercing ultra sonic whistle--really it worked better on dogs, and ushered her past him.]
Run to the exit, I'll follow. It's that way.
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Chara | Open
[A little while ago, a post was made by one Frisk. A call for help, so to speak. And by some small miracle, somebody came.
Even if that someone wasn't quite the same.
Chara opens one eyes and then the other, but doesn't quite get up just yet. Hadriel. So they arrived back here again. There were some good things in this city but they still carried the desire not to be in this place still. And it had not been the answer they had been seeking. Although that was likely beyond that--
No matter. That will happen one way or another. It was probably for the best to focus on the matter on had. Namely the harpy descending on them. Although that will be met with a simple response.
=)
Chara rolls out of the way of the claws attempting to grab them and slams the Real Knife into the beast's foot. It howled in pain but the child doesn't give it a chance to get away. Removing the blade they scramble to their feet quickly and end it. The harpy has height on Chara but they tackle it and slam the blade into the creature's throat. Once, twice and that's it. The harpy chokes on its own blood and Chara feels...
* Your LOVE increased?
No. That does not matter at the moment. Chara stands and scans the surroundings for anyone who is nearby. They need directions. There's someone they need to find. Immediately.]
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY FRISK
Frisk is well aware of that; the first few days of searching ending in a tired collapse on their bed, over ten hours lost before they were even aware of it. Since then, they've just- continued slogging on. Doesn't matter if they're tired. Doesn't matter if they're a little jumpy. Sometimes if they blink, they think they see a shadow at the corner of their eyes; but when they look further, try to discern what manner of animal they just saw, it's already gone.
No rest, though. Not right now. Chara's name is still in the phonebook, and it's been- it's been a week. It's been a week, and maybe they're lost, and maybe Frisk should go look in the caves. Maybe heading towards the colosseum right now isn't the best idea, when they're so tired defending themself is almost laughable.
At least they can...pause, for a minute, before they enter. Standing by the entrance, forehead pressed against a cold wall. Just breathing. It's okay. They'll just check. One little look, and they'll know. If they aren't in there, they won't go in. They have bigger priorities than helping out the new people, when there's plenty of help waiting for the new people already.
Just- they can do it in a minute.]
TIME FOR A PARTY :D
1/2 GOLLY CHARA, WHAT DID YOU GET AS A PRESENT?
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merle highchurch | ota
On the other hand, of course, he was just in the middle of something very time-sensitive and important for his future. Like, he got sucked through a hallway floor and now he's in a colosseum. Wouldn't you know, Sacred Flame doesn't work so great when you don't... have a deity giving you magic lately.
Oh, and he guesses he's missing a wizard-slash-friend. Whatever.
Merle is, uh. Definitely doing his part to get the heck out of dodge as far as these harpies are concerned. This mostly involves running and trying to dodge anything that might be swooping down upon him. It's not especially rife with things like "stopping to help his fellow man," his reasoning being that he couldn't exactly do anything to genuinely help someone. His reasoning is also "not wanting to die and not knowing anybody here". So hey, beep beep, coming through. It's a Dwarf with a magic wooden arm, an eyepatch, a warhammer he forgot he owns, and a radically-colored book titled "Extreme Teen Bible". He might look scared. He might be crying a little?
Potential death absolutely does not discourage him from stopping to snag a few finger puppets, though. They're cool and he found one that looks like him, and he knows a couple of guys whose faces need his tiny finger puppet face rubbed in them.
Beyond that, catch Merle scoping out that sweet broken down city in a giant cave action. He's putzed around with his phone a bit, but he glanced at the newbie guide and immediately ollied out of reading that much all in one go. He's an adventurer by trade! He can... adventure.
The park and the orchard are the two most likely places to find Merle puttering around. A nature-specialty cleric will do as a nature-specialty cleric does, after all. Whatever complicated issues he's got going on with Pan right now, Merle still loves plants. It's like his whole deal. ]
[ Encountering him in the orchard direction runs with a 50-50 chance of starting out a little weird. He takes to tending to plants without a hitch, as much as he can without actual gardening tools. Just your basic weeding, vine detangling, branch-straightening, whatever it is people do with orchards.
This isn't necessarily bad. It's more that he approaches these things with zero regard for whether or not that particular tree or patch or cluster of sprouts is... open for interference. It's the middle of the day. You're pruning and watering and whatnot at a nice little patch of orchard you claimed and put personal investment into, when out of the corner of your eye you spot him. Some old rando hippie Dwarf. He walks right up in there, homie. He's in your garden trying to pull out your weeds and he's gonna start a conversation any second now.
Merle's also got a frequent habit of talking to plants. Not being able to use magic to legit communicate with a tree will not stop him, and Merle does not know the meaning of shame. He does not care if he's in public and he doesn't care if anyone sees him pat it on the trunk. ]
Aww, I bet you're just a shy one, aren't ya? Slow buildup, big finale kinda gal. Don't think I don't know your type. We'll have apples coming out of our asses before we know what's happening, and there you'll be.
[ He straight-up shakes his finger at a tree like it's a lovable scamp. ]
[ The park is a little more straightforward. It's a park, he digs that. Walk some path, sit on some benches, admire the landscaping. Merle doesn't stop at the neatly-manicured, untouched portions of the park, though. He wanders right down into the mysteriously messed-up, bloodstained nitty-gritty of it. There's a point of weirdness and destruction in a man's life where he bottoms out. Merle's well past that. Burnt-up park? No big whoop.
Well, okay, maybe a semi-whoop. He's seen worse, but it still kinda sucks that this park got a raw deal. More importantly, if any park-goer has also ventured towards the less pristine areas alongside him-- makes a great talking point! Hell yeah. ]
What a dump. [ Classic opener. ] Am I right? Too soon? I don't know how fresh this bloodstain is, but it sure looks pretty old.
hi dani i'm dad
They don't really need a lot of care to survive. Just some watering, some weeding, here and there. As far as Frisk is concerned, they should get to grow wherever they want, peeking up from the grass and over pathways, sprouting between the roots of their much larger neighbors.
It is also rather disconcerting to find a man running about the middle of them all, talking to the trees and generally uh- taking over, so to speak.]
Um, excuse me.
[Hey, hi, hello. Down here; just a little down, not much. There you go. How's business?]
Please don't hurt the flowers.
beautiful
/wiggles eyebrows
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orchard!
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breaks my hiatus for one (1) tag, also orchard because I am Terrible
i will hold this tag close 2 my heart
i will hold you close to my heart!!!!!!!!
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orchard too i have to im sorry also hi cries
its Perfect
merle is perfect......
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jason todd | 1 closed + 1 open | will match prose or brackets
This is wrong.
Jason knows it the second he comes back to consciousness, ears still ringing from the explosion, blood drying on his face and in his hair from a cut on his scalp, pain blooming from more places in his body than he can immediately count - not quite the same sense of wrong that he remembers coming back to in the Lazarus Pit, but close. He thinks he should be dead; he remembers setting the charges to blow up the building. Am I dead? he wonders, scrambling to his feet, breath sucked in sharply through his teeth when he moves too fast and a new zing of pain spiders up his side (probably a cracked rib, thanks for that, Bruce), eyes darting around to take in his surroundings underneath the tattered scraps of the domino mask still clinging to his bruising face. No - everything hurts, too much for Jason to be dead (again, this is nothing like what he remembers from the last time he died, so it must be something else), but a quick visual assessment tells Jason this isn't Gotham, and it's not the inside of cell at GCPD or Arkham, either. It's not the Batcave or one of his safe houses or anywhere he recognizes, even if the scattered collection of finger puppets on the ground does resemble something one of Gotham's more notorious villains might dream up.
So that takes care of where he's not. Where he is, though, remains to be seen.
He'll have to figure it out on the move. There are other people here, witnesses, all in various stages of waking up and confusion; Jason doesn't know who any of them are, and his immediate instinct is distrust, move to the shadows where he won't be seen. His legs are still working, at least. The throbbing pain in his right hand is the loudest (dislocated fingers, from the look of it, covered in blood and the shredded remains of his glove, blown apart by the gun's explosion), but Jason brushes it aside, because there's nothing to be done for it at the moment. Once he's found a safe place to regroup, he'll tend to his wounds.
He starts off toward what looks like may be a door out of the arena, stumbling but managing to stay upright.
heaven help us now, come crashing down. (errywhere else in the city; the rest of the week; OPEN.)
Jason has been a loner for most of his life, and there's no real reason to change that habit now that he's been brought here. Once he's seen to primary necessities - a relatively safe space to set up a base of operations for however long he's here and a less conspicuous change of clothing - he sets out to learn the lay of the land - alone. He doesn't seek anyone out, doesn't go out of his way to speak first to anyone who does approach him, but he doesn't ignore them or put on hostile airs, either. This is not his city and he is starting from square one; until he knows for sure what this place is like and who its people are, he is in observation mode, for the most part.
Hadriel's nowhere near the size of Gotham, but there's still plenty to explore, even if it is sorely lacking in the skyscraper department. Jason settles for scaling some of the smaller buildings, whichever structures he finds that are suitable for sitting atop and taking in the view below. Rage's armory is also of particular interest, and he can be found there early in the week, selecting a handful of knives to replace what he left behind in Gotham. Navigating the city, he mostly sticks to shadows, with stealth that speaks to years of practice passing undetected.
He'd be easier to miss if he hadn't picked up a red hooded jacket in one of the shops, though. To Jason's credit, he does layer it underneath a black jacket - not leather, but it'll suffice, for now.
just a city boy. born and raised in south armory.
Jack still evidently wanders the city with a full pack containing all of his equipment, inefficient as it may seem. It slows his pace to a heavy tread, but he's not yet at the point where he can choose to simply lay down his weapons and not enter an unfamiliar building unarmed.
It's for that reason that he has a shotgun in hand when he slips into the armory, shoulders tightening at the sight of someone else inside. The hand at his side hums with what looks like some sort of waspish insect, many-legged things skittering in and out of the honeycombed sores on his hands while their yellow-striped thoraxes bob menacingly.
But they remain placid as long as Jack does.
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clinic as discussed
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your hero has arrived!!
yay c':
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Luke Skywalker OTA
Once inside the Colosseum, he actively fought the strange feminine bird-creatures that came at him, wielding his lightsaber and the Force to either kill them, if they were attacking him, or at least drive them back and away. He reached out in the Force, trying to sense if anyone else was around, but there didn't seem to be-at least, not any he recognized. He was alone here, it seemed.
He was glad to find out that there was nothing making him stay inside the arena, and he was glad to leave the monsters behind, although he was left to wonder what awaited him next and how he was going to get out of here.
At first, he conceals himself in the Force, appearing as a robed figure but not instantly recognizable, but later, he is more recognizable, although he has no way of knowing that few here will know him.
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She seemed uninterested with the plight of the others if they couldn't look after themselves well... It wasn't her place to get involved now, was it? Or wasn' it? Oh if only her Father was here, he'd guide her, show her what she should be doing.
However, one person, in particular, stood out to her. She'd simply been glancing passed when Luke caught her attention. It was the way he was able to push the winged monsters back, with nothing more that a gesture of his hand. Has he used a plasmid? No, he looked too clean, too sane to be from Rapture. Then what the devil was he?
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back- and Eleanor wouldn't stop watching and following him until she was satisfied he wasn't some kind of Splicer or worse yet... One of the creators of Rapture.
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Destell | Colosseum | OTA
She's not in Corengia, that's for sure. The other people here seem just as out of place as she does, perhaps some of them even more so. Is that a... small man covered in.... black and red quills? Well then.
Before she can take in more, two harpies are diving towards her, attracted by the glinting of her armor. In less then a minute, she's in the midst of a flurry of feathers and claws, every flash of her gear attracting more of the monstrous birds.
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He's been keeping to the shadows and far walls as much as possible, looking for anyone who might actually need help instead of him just getting in their way, when he catches sight of the small swarm surrounding... Someone who he can't really see through the midst of monsters. That makes shooting a little tricky, since he can't just fire bullets into a crowd--even if that crowd is mostly monsters--and so he holds off, instead opting to draw closer and see if he can draw at least one or two harpies off of whoever they're attacking, and get a clear shot at them.
"Hey!" He shouts to get their attention and immediately regrets it at the stabbing pain in the side of his throat, but ignores it for now in order to aim. If he gets a clear shot at any one of the creatures, he'll put a few bullets in it and hope they don't need to be silver or consecrated or enchanted or something annoying like that.
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sweet perfect boy
subject delta | open
[ His joints are stiff, and he can feel metal and leather protesting as he moves-- the sensation is familiar, like stretching out again after a long sleep. Delta knows better. ]
[ He'd died. Again. This time, on his own terms; it had been so simple to slip away, and he'd been content with that. Leaving Eleanor again was never easy, but it had been a good death, and he'd used the time he'd been given to the best of his ability. It was hard to be displeased with that. ]
[ Waking up a second time somewhere new, however? He could find a little trouble with that. ]
[ He groans as he pushes himself to his feet, the garbled sound rattling in his helmet; pressing a palm to the top edge of his porthole isn't doing a damn thing for the dull throbbing in his head, but it's the thought that counts. There's a few quiet seconds before one of the harpies realizes that this presumed pile of scrap is moving, which meant the possibility of meat inside-- instinct kicks in the instant the monster gets close enough to get its talons on him, and a massive hand clamps around its throat. It screams and wails, claws scrabbling against his suit in a vain attempt to find purchase. For a long moment, Delta simply stares, light flickering uncertainly between red and yellow-- what the hell was this thing? It had obviously seen fit to attack him, and that alone would have damned any other creature. There's just enough humanity in its features to give him pause, more out of caution than anything. Was this some new kind of splicer? How long had it been since he'd died? ]
[ Most importantly, here was he, exactly? If this was Rapture-- they'd certainly been busy with renovations. ]
[ The harpy's still shrieking, and the noise is starting to grate on him. There's a little inkling of doubt that's saved its life thus far, but it's wearing thin. Delta's absolutely sure he could just kill it without much effort, although he's not certain if it would be such a good idea. Was it a predator, or an inhabitant--? ]
[ Delta doesn't bother to try and ask. It struck first, and he gets the feeling he won't be getting much help out of it if he lets it live. With a quiet hum, he tightens his grip, and as soon as he feels the harpy go limp, he tosses it a little ways off to his left-- better hope it doesn't hit anybody. He's already making his way out before it hits the ground, not exactly thrilled at the idea of dealing with any more of those creatures if they decide to show up. ]
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[ All of these structures are...small. Whether it just seems like they are because he's huge or if they actually are is something of a tossup, but it doesn't change the fact that Delta is having kind of a difficult time getting through some of these doorways. Thankfully, the ones he's poking through are abandoned, which lessens some of the possible guilt from simply forcing his way in. Sure, he's getting covered in flecks of rubble and dust, but he's looking for supplies, and a little debris isn't going to stop him. If he wants to survive while he's here, he needs to get a hold of the basics. While the city hasn't shown him too many signs of life yet, there's got to be something somewhere, right? Something lived here at one point, and perhaps it left some goodies behind for those who came after. ]
[ He might be getting somewhat close to where someone lives, though. If he finds a door, he'll stop to knock on it, waiting to see if the building is occupied. Caution never hurt, after all! This place looks enough like a residential area to where Delta isn't willing to risk it when a place appears to be livable; no use getting supplies if he's going to get shot in the process. While he'd prefer not to storm in on anyone that's both alive and not a splicer, he's only going to wait so long before he decides the coast is probably clear-- ]
[ Alternatively, you might find Delta quite literally smashing through a nearby wall.
oh yeahHe's not using his drill, instead relying on sheer force to get through the obstruction; he's circled a few times trying to find a good spot to breach, and he'll pick out the more run-down and weaker-looking walls for his entry points. Once he's through, he doesn't waste much time in gently sifting through whatever scattered objects catch his interest. He's far too accustomed to scavenging ruined homes as it was, and this is all routine for him, albeit with a notable lack of asking for permission. Sorry! ]colosseum!
By now he's not too worried, but he's still cautious. Wanting to see whatever new creature has arrived, he stalks into the colosseum in a standing crouched position holding a knife at the ready.
And what he sees... well... at first he isn't sure which is the new arrival. Two beings are already locked in combat by the time Richie enters the scene. When one kills the other it's probably a good indication of who is the new resident. Still clutching his knife he remains at a distance just in case he's wrong about this one. Not that the knife would do too much good.]
What took you so long to kill that thing?
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Eleanor Lamb | ota | will match format
[Eleanor braced herself, bending her knees, one hand palm down towards the floor, the other out at her side for balance. The explosives were about to go off and Eleanor was mid-teleportation! Or, at least that's the last thing Eleanor could remember.
Landing with a heavy thud, those metal and rubber boots of hers made quite the sound when falling from great heights you know. Her knees crashed down on rock and dirt, sending Eleanor off balance enough for her instincts to kick in and within a second she'd sprung up spritely and light, perched against the wall like some spider-splicer, almost defying gravity.
The inside of her helmet was fogging over, possibly due to the climate change? That's right, it was warmer now, the air felt dry and chalky through the filters of her breathing apparatus. Skidding down in a mini mudslide of rubble and muck, Eleanor came to stand upright on the ground. Her hands, clad in thick, heavy-duty gloves, went to untwist and unlatch her helm, when the sudden swoop and slash of feathers and talons slashed across her back, sending poor Eleanor forwards in a start. ]
What the devil!?
[ Ducking her head, dipped down from the neck, her sense taking over. Once bitten twice shy were her reflexes, she couldn't help it, it was in her genes. Sidestepping in a swift stride, Eleanor pressed her back against the rock face behind her, catching a glimpse of the monster that had tried its luck.
It was unlike anything she'd ever seen! It was no sea creature that was for sure! And by jove, if it was a new kind of splicer Eleanor didn't know whether to be impressed or feel sorry for it. She was fast, both on her feet and in thinking, so the second time the feathered harlot came in for it's prey, Eleanor took a skip and a jump towards the blighter! That rusted and offensive needle of her aimed right for the chest while her other hand readied with a fireball, mustered up right in the palm of her hand.
A small explosion of heat and light doubled with a squark and shrill cry and the beast was done. Falling in a heap of charred feather, burnt flesh and twitching bone wings. Eleanor stood over her kill as if it was nothing, fishing the tip of her giant needle around the chest cavity as she extracted what she hoped would be ADAM from its remains. She was distracted, for now, no interest in her surroundings. She still felt submerged, she'd realize soon, that she was no longer underwater but underground instead. ]
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[ Having made her way out of the Colosseum, Eleanor was exploring the lit-up sections of the Cave. It seemed like there was some kind of civilization living here? There were no windows that let her see the sea outside and around her, just cave walls and foreign structures. Was this some cave system Andrew Ryan had his men looking into? Had she stumbled upon another man's Rapture?
Occupied with one other thought, Eleanor looked at the various finger puppets she had collected upon her arrival. They were small, they looked like the kind of toys her Little Sisters would have scavenged and played with. This filled her with both hope and dread. Hopeful that the little ones she held so dear, would be here, safe and sound... Yet the doubt clouded her mind, like a thick fog rolling in. What if they were here and had already met with harm?
Frustrated and confused, Eleanor tried to search the buildings, stores and spires she came across. She'd stop to rest on a broken down sidewalk, idly playing with the finger puppets. She must have been a sight to see. Lumbering diving helmet with a yellow hue in the glass of its portlight. Rusted and dirty metal straps and harnesses covering the now gray and bloodied diving suit she wore. ]
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What she hadn't been prepared for was encountering a somewhat vaguely familiar yet alien figure, distracted by some finger puppets that have come from god-knows-where. She's seen them riddled throughout the place, but that isn't what concerns her right now.
Her head spins. Fractured images of her fatigued memory flashes across her mind, bearing visions of similar cladded figures lurking in the shadows of the sky prison's water system from her brief return trip to her own world. Lack of sleep and malnutrition back then could have resulted in her delirious senses playing tricks on her, until that creature from the deep dark had lunged at her. Pinned, head submerged. She tries to breathe but sucks in black water into her lungs and she can't breathe can't breathe have to kill it grab its helmet it has no eyes how can it see--
Rey blinks, frozen where she stands. Not realizing that she's now hot to the touch, red veins pulsing from under the skin covering her entire body; radiating heat. Hands on fire.
If she has to fight this thing, she will. Because what sort of normal person would go walking around like that? They wouldn't.
Of course, people have their reasons here. But her thoughts are jumbled, words caught in her throat. It's not possible, she'd think, if not for the fact that the Door can bring in monsters for the tunnels as easily as it summons people for the city.
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