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Entry tags:
- *intro log,
- amos kamiya,
- arya stark,
- bianca,
- ciri,
- clifford norman,
- emily,
- firo prochainezo,
- gansey,
- garrett hawke,
- henry percy,
- hope estheim,
- inquisitor trevelyan,
- jinbee tsukishima,
- johanna mason,
- kazuhira miller,
- kylar stern,
- lloyd irving,
- maketh tua,
- nick rivenna,
- noah czerny,
- peter rumancek,
- rey,
- thom creed,
- thom rainier,
- vaiz,
- wolf,
- z delgado
INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS
Who: New arrivals and everyone else!
What: The intro log for February.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, creepy moving shadows, terrible luck, the screams of your loved ones.
What: The intro log for February.
Where: The colosseum and all around the city.
When: February 10th-13th
Warnings: Fresh meat, creepy moving shadows, terrible luck, the screams of your loved ones.
Welcome to Hadriel, new friends. While waking up on the ground of a broken colosseum may not be the most pleasant arrival, you can at least find comfort in the fact that there's no giant monster immediately attempting to eat you. Plenty of the people already here will tell you that they weren't quite so lucky. But - wait. Is that something moving in the shadows, or is it just your imagination?
Of course it's not just your imagination. That would be way too easy. No, arriving along with everyone this time are wraiths, vengeful spirits that enjoy darkness, shadows, and misery. On the plus side, they won't try to kill you. On the minus side, their touch chills you and saps your energy, as well as inflicting a temporary curse of awful luck. Anything that can go wrong, will, including (and especially) things that might kill you. Wraiths are subtle and sneaky, so be sure to watch your back. That shadow isn't just a shadow.
Compounding the confusion the wraiths can cause, you just might wake up to the sound of chattering voices - only to be quite alone. A small flock of jabberjays has come through the Door as well. These genetically engineered birds are capable of mimicking entire human voices and conversations - as well as screams of terror and pain. Initially only in the arena and bringing only conversations from their world, they'll soon settle throughout the city and begin to learn the voices of those living in Hadriel. Your best friend screaming bloody murder just a street over? It could be them, or it could just be one of these lovely birds. Don't let it stress you out.
Once you've escaped the colosseum, hopefully without accidentally impaling yourself on your own weapon, feel free to go explore the rest of the city! Find a house, find a new monster, or simply scavenge for supplies. Good luck, and enjoy your stay in Hadriel!► This log covers February 10th-13th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
► All characters now arrive with phones that have network communication.
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
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The last thing she can recall is setting the controls of her TARDIS for basically anywhere but here. The mirror barge was dying, and extricating herself and her vessel from its death throes was more a matter of sheer luck than the skilful piloting she will certainly claim when she tells the story.
She has survived. Her TARDIS hasn't, or at least not anywhere she can sense it. She refuses to let herself feel anything about this. It's not the first time. Wherever this is, the air is breathable and it isn't the barge; how bad can it get?
Bianca smiles wryly to herself as she hauls herself to her feet, using the nearest of her hyenas for support. She knows very well she's tempting fate by asking that question, even silently.
Bud and Lou cling to her sides, and she spares one hand to reassure them, touching their faces and heads as she draws her pistol with the other.]
Is anyone there?
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He startled when one of them - why did she have hyenas with her? - spoke, and let out a pathetic sounding; ] N-no..? [ before he has a chance to stop himself from saying anything. ]
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Yeah, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't shoot me.
[At least until they know each other better.
His hands are up to keep the little knife--more of an improvised shiv, really--in plain view. The last thing he needs is to get plugged just because this person thinks he's trying to hide a weapon.]
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it's the only reason he's found himself back at the colosseum. the only reason he would want to go anywhere near it again – and at least his endeavors don't leave him empty-handed. it's only a matter of time before he happens across bianca, looking both perplexed and wary, and rightly so, if anyone were to ask his opinion.
he approaches cautiously himself, attempting to look as harmless as possible despite the fact that he's roughly the size of a damned house, and offers her up a smile. genuine and small. unassuming. )
At least one person is. Hey.
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Then his gaze shifts to the hyenas, and to the pistol she's drawn. ]
Aye, luv, someone is. [ He indicates with a short nod to her weapon. ] And I'd wager there's no need for that, I'm quite harmless. [ Cue a grin. ]
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clifford norman | ota
[at least this time, clifford thinks as he wakes up in an unfamiliar place for the second time in a month, he's wearing all his clothes. it's a pretty small consolation considering he doesn't remember leaving home the night before, but it's the only one he can find as he pushes himself up to a sitting position on the dusty ground and gets a good look at his surroundings.]
What the fuck? [he says as he takes in the tall stone walls of an arena that he's really goddamn sure podunk doesn't have, and then a rustle of movement in the high shadows draws his gaze up, then up, then up, and...] What the fuck.
[he's underground, how the hell did he end up underground?]
city.
[cliff stalks through the streets of hadriel with his hands shoved in the pocket of his jacket and the hood pulled down low over his face in a very concentrated effort to avoid meeting anyone's gaze, on the off chance that somebody might want to talk to him, or something else stupid like that.
he hasn't found oscar yet, but he knows the guy has to be around here somewhere, because seriously, none of this weird shit ever happened in podunk before oscar moved in, was the dude cursed or something? almost as if summoned by cliff thinking of him, oscar's voice rings out from a couple streets over. the only problem? he's fucking screaming.]
Shit!
[cliff scrapes his right palm up good taking a corner too fast when he has to throw his hand up against a wall to steady himself, but he doesn't slow down at all until he's standing alone in a dead end street and oscar isn't anywhere to be seen but there's one of those fucking birds again perched high up above his head crying plaintively for him in oscar's voice. even knowing it isn't oscar, the sound sort of sends a chill down clifford's spine.
he goes sort of blind with rage for a moment, before swooping down to palm a sizable stone at his feet and winging it at the bird.] I'm gonna tear your fucking wings off you piece of shit!
city
or it could just be a bird. that's. that's great.]
Whoa there, slugger.
[the bird screams again, spine-chilling.]
You fuckin' too. Chill out, bird.
[he stares at the jay for a long moment, and it stares back, blissfully silent. then it flies away, though it takes a bit of a swoop at peter's head for good measure.]
Fucking birds.
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[Noah stands a few feet away - never mind that there was no sound of approach or sense of another person there until he was speaking. He's got his hands covering his ears to block out the sound of the screaming birds as best he can, his face all strained and anxious.
It's his default expression.]
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first one idek
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Firo Prochainezo | ota
What in the..?
[He rises quickly, ready to get moving, only to pause when he notices the other item that came in with him. Sourly, he stares back at the eyeball before picking it up and sliding it up the sleeve of his prison uniform. Misery will probably still want the thing, though god knows what for.]
I guess it's not a dream.
[Because it all feels far too real.
His head whips around when he hears a very-human sounding screech nearby--except it's not human at all. Firo doesn't realize, of course, and races off towards it without looking where he's going. Hopefully you have quick reflexes if you're in his path.]
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If looks could kill that thing would be dead, sitting up in the rafters and screaming bloody murder.]
Is that a fucking bird making that sound?
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thom creed | ota
[thom had thought the side effects his little blackout at the hospital (and maybe if he thought about it in those sort of terms, the whole thing wouldn't seem as bad, the seizures and actual literal blackout that he'd caused, and maybe thom could find some new and inventive way to lie to himself instead) had been limited to the slight nausea, but if he was waking up in unfamiliar places with no idea of how he got here maybe the whole thing was a little more serious than he'd first thought?
he's in some sort of large, open arena, and by the looks of it, he's not the only one waking up confused and oh my god, don't tell him his powers shorted out again and this is all somehow his fault too?
only, he's never actually had trouble remembering a seizure before, and aside from the still lingering nausea from the hospital he's not feeling any of the after effects (he hasn't even pissed himself, he confirms after a quick look down) so maybe this is some super villain's work instead. his mind ticks quickly through a few possible names as he eases himself to his feet and takes a closer look around, and nothing about the place looks familiar honestly.
none of the people do either.
a sudden chill spreads through thom's body while he's trying to work out what to do, and stepping out of the shadow of the arena's wall doesn't help get rid of it at all. his vision swims for a second and he has to stumble to keep to his feet as a brief spell of... something hits him, and it's gone a second later along with the chill as his whole body burns hot to dispel whatever that was, but it's not soon enough to keep him from stumbling into a nearby person first.]
Sorry, sorry!
city.
[there is definitely something weird going on in this city (aside from the, you know, obvious) because this is the sixth time in an hour that thom has tripped on seemingly nothing, and honestly all of this extra movement isn't helping his stomach settle any easier and he really doesn't need to add throwing up to the list today, it's already pretty booked.
thom exhales sharply as he picks gravel out of his palms with his fingernails before letting his hands burn hot and watching the skin slowly close and heal over pink and new, muttering under his breath:]
You're doing real great Thom, off to an awesome start already, ugh. [using his powers even this little bit only manages to redouble his nausea, and he has to bring one of his freshly healed hands up to his mouth to hold back a belch that tastes like everything he'd really rather avoid in the near future, if it's all the same.
maybe if he just stands here and doesn't move and barely breathes he won't trip or throw up.]
colloseum!
His eyes narrow a moment later and for a brief second, Newt looks honestly hostile. But then he seems to actually see Thom and he relaxes minutely, his eyes gentling and his mouth turning down into a ruined sort of frown.)
Who are you?
(Because he doesn't know you, Thom, and he knows this place. It doesn't occur to him what's really happening yet. If he was a bit more there mentally, he'd realize that it was the time of month in which the Door opened up and brought in new people. For now though, he's just kind of staring curiously at this guy. Then he looks just beyond where Thom had come from and the frown deepens a little.)
The shadows...were you just...?
(Yup sorry if he doesn't make a whole lot of sense right now, Thom. He's not up to par of his usual awareness. But he's trying basic communication here. The least he can do and all.)
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newt | 2 ota 1 closed
warnings: spoilers for the death cure for those that care & canon typical and game typical violence. Very light animal death.
(If anyone had met Newt previously, he might be a little harder to recognize by the time he winds up coming back through the Door. He'd only disappeared a couple of days ago, the day after the full moon, but what came back was practically a different person. It's not that he'd aged significantly but it was more like his entire presence had been altered. And okay, the kid looked like he had Been Through Some Shit.
That was putting it a little too lightly.
There was nothing all that there in the way he stared around. It was a bit like he was delayed in every one of his reactions, as though he were in a bit of a dream. His eyes were hauntingly blank, practically empty, but that maybe wasn't the worst of it. It was just the rest of him. His clothes were destroyed. It'd looked like he'd been through a mosh pit that allowed weapons, tears and blood stains riddling the articles of clothing. His skin was colored with bruises and scrapes all over, the worst of it actually being on his face - though nothing actually seemed broken. His nails were destroyed but the worst part was probably his hair. The typically well-kept blond locks were...destroyed, really.
Chunks of hair had been completely ripped out, leaving bloody welts. Not all of it had been torn away from his scalp but there were completely empty patches dotting over his head. If he's bothered by this, he doesn't show. He's more or less just gazing around him like he can't quite believe what he's looking at. He can remember Hadriel plenty well but the thing is, what he just went through? He can't really figure out why the hell he's back in Hadriel. Why he's not...
He walks along and it's bad enough with his limp but now, he seems to walk a bit oddly. His arms slump and sway and he doesn't seem to remember how to walk normally yet again. He shakes himself a few times and there's a bit of muttering that might be picked up on as he goes along.)
....Should be bloody dead.....
This place better not be a shuckin' afterlife-
Shouldn't even- why am I here again-
(And the mutterings trail off, some are a lot more inane and illogical but most are sound and calm but mostly confused. He doesn't even seem to notice other people let alone monsters or the birds. He's just kind of in a funk and trying to remember where the hell the exit is.)
(After being home and tended to, Newt got a bit cleaned up. He'd laid around for an entire day, staring at a wall, when he had decided that maybe he ought to go out. He didn't really know why he wanted to but some small part of him was actually a little better than the first time he'd arrived in Hadriel. The Virus had practically completely reset itself, leaving him clearer minded. If it weren't for the trauma of well...everything...he might've even been a lot more stable. As it were, it took himself some convincing that moving about and being useful was going to get him on his feet quicker than just about anything else.
It's not nearly as easy as it sounds, of course.
He leaves the house dressed in fresh clothes as opposed to the ones he'd arrived in. His head is wrapped with ace bandages with tufts of blond hair poking out and layering over the bandages, making it look not quite as ridiculous as it might've otherwise. His skin is still scattered with bruises and healing cuts and each of his fingers is carefully wrapped. At least he doesn't look so filthy. There's still a bit of emptiness in his gaze but hey- he's trying.
The attempt was to get groceries but within five minutes of leaving his house, he winds up wandering a bit aimlessly. He keeps zoning out, thinking back to what had just happened before Hadriel had taken him back from his home world. That's when he hears a particularly loud screech that sounded an awful lot like a young girl's before there was a sudden thwump! that followed.
His head turns about slowly and laying a couple feet away flapping around helplessly on the ground was one of the jabberjays. It was still screaming with the girl's scream but Newt didn't seem to notice or mind. He approached the poor animal, looking down at it. It'd broken a wing when it'd crashed into a wall and was now fluttering around, chest rising and falling in quick sporadic movements. Newt felt something twist inside of him and he removed one of his throwing knives. He snapped it downward, instantly killing the bird.
Afterwards, he let out a faint sigh, kneeling down to gently remove the knife from the bird and clean the blood off on his jeans. What was it anyway?)
(At some point during his wandering away from the colosseum, Newt winds up just...sitting down. He's mentally exhausted in a way he's never been before and he has absolutely no clue what to think. A part of him doesn't really know if this is all really happening or not. The only thing convincing him of it at all would be the fact that his head was burning from the welts and his fingers hurt like a royal bitch. Some of the worst cuts on his body stung and the bruise over his right eye and his lip still throbbed like a bitch.
His idly raises a finger to his head and presses there. It's one of the few places where there are no welts and yet when his fingers touch the spot, Newt grimaces as if there's a wound more prominent than all of the rest. He lowers his hand back down, the fingers shaking and bloody and he drops his head between his shoulders. He wants to go to sleep. He wanted to be dead, actually, more than anything, and hadn't that happened? Yet he somehow got ripped out of even that and it left something acidic and foul in his mouth, his gut. Tommy's face.
God, what had he even done? Newt swallowed down a breath, his eyes beginning to burn but he really didn't deserve to cry, did he? He'd been awful. Even if it wasn't his fault, his friends had tried and what had he done? He'd...)
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but then newt didn't come back. and he didn't come back.
this morning, peter's balls had given a terrible twinge, and he'd had a feeling. so he was out looking for newt. he's looking for newt so hard that he almost misses him in this strange, broken creature sitting on a stoop halfway between their apartment and the coliseum.]
Newt? My god, what the hell happened? Where've you been?
[he squats down in front of the other boy, taking him ever-so-gently by the shoulders.]
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2/12, continuing the time-honored tradition of inspecting the wildlife
yes excellent they are v good at it.
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lilith | open
[Considering the circumstances, things are going reasonably well for her. Lilith's eluded the pack of coeurls that'd tailed her earlier, messy as that entire encounter had been-- talk about rotten luck, running out of bullets right in the thick of it. But she's escaped with her life in the end, and though Hadriel is as vast an unknown to her as ever, staying alive here is really no different from staying alive on Pandora or any other world she's set foot on. She needs some kind of lay of the land. Food, water. Shelter. Whatever cash they use here, if she can get it.
And so she trudges along, navigating the uneven bits of pavement and the crumbling walls. It's nearly uneventful enough to be boring until Lilith comes to the park, where, unseen in the boughs of some tree, is the familiar dissonant boom of an otherworldly explosion. Quieter, though: as if someone's simply turned down the volume of a recording.
Just as she's beginning to look around suspiciously for the source of the noise, the mimicked phase sound rings through the air a few more times, but... this time, she can hear some sort of speech attached to it. The jabberjay at last hops lower on its branch and calls out a hey! in her face-- an exact duplication of Lilith's own voice.
'Hey, hero! Hit the dirt!'
Lilith makes a face.] Oh, that's real cute.
TWO - THE SPIRES;
[Much later, Lilith's at last come across those precious supplies by way of the city's abandoned storefronts. She's taken full advantage, and that "full advantage" is a blanket-wrapped bundle of whatever she can carry in her arms: food, clothes, one of those funky lamps, other crap she found that looked useful. (She felt bad about it for maybe five seconds. When you gotta scavenge, you gotta scavenge, dude.)
She's not exactly subtle about this, either, as that stuff is conspicuous as it is bulky in the arms of a relatively small woman. Lilith and her new stash are easily spotted en route to the spires, or taking up the entire cramped staircase to the third spire. And no, she won't move over for you.]
PARK
[Also being new here, it doesn't come as much of a surprise to find a new and unrecognizable face, either. There are still plenty of people whom Rey hasn't met yet.
[What is surprising is the destructive burst reverberating nearby in the park where Rey herself just happens to be exploring.
[However, Rey is a soldier, created from the ground up; she isn't one to be freaking out over a little explosion. She just might be on the offensive when she hears it, followed by the echo of some birds flitting through the area. Okay, now that's news to her.
[Lilith will soon come to hear a] Hey! [that isn't her own voice coming from the vocal cords of some birds this time.
Are you trying to burn the whole place down?
[That's rich, coming from a firebug herself.]
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Maketh Tua – ota
[She’s not dead. That’s a surprise.
Maketh stares up at stone columns, trying to center herself before she tries to move. She’s not on the shuttle. Not in an Imperial jail cell, either. There’s a distinct lack of cold metal and smooth lines in the architecture. She can see broken stone and taste dust in her mouth.
It hurts to swallow.
Maketh presses her hands against her chest and nearly shouts at the sudden flare of wrongwrongwrong. She’s hurt, she’s hurting bad. Okay, that’s fine, she can handle that. If she’s not dead then she can survive, she just needs a moment—
There’s a sudden hiss of something cold, like wind.
Oh, fuck.
No more waiting. Maketh shoves herself upright, tears in her eyes, and stands. Okay, okay, she’s breathing, she’s alive, her ribs are broken and there’s shrapnel studding her uniform. A little blood. And she doesn’t have a weapon.]
Hello?
[She keeps her voice as steady as she can. Authoritative. Don’t show fear.]
Is someone there?
armory.
[The first thing Maketh does after situating herself – and making sure that she’s not going to die from internal bleeding – is go look for a means to protect herself. Back on Lothal that would have meant stormtroopers, or it would have before things had—well. More likely it would have meant tracking down a bounty-hunter uninterested in politics and possessed of a good, steady hand. The combination was a dangerous and expensive feat these days, and likely would have drained her personal accounts. It also seemed unlikely that she’d find anyone like that here.
Wherever here is.
It takes her a few hours of wandering to find the armory. It…
Really isn’t worth the wait.
Maketh stares incredulously at the racks of weapons. Swords as far as the eye can go, staves, a few club-like things. All of it at least a thousand years out of date. How primitive is this world?
Well. She’ll have to make do, won’t she?
Maketh closes her eyes, counts to five, and goes to examine the swords. It’s been years since she’s trained with one, but at least she has an idea of how the damn things work.]
city.
[Most people – reasonable people – would be resting after getting hit by a minor explosion. A fair amount of people would have passed out. Maketh, however, spent ten minutes pulling shrapnel out of legs with her nails before giving up the task as pointless, and set off with a sword hooked to her belt and a notebook in hand.
The area needs to be assessed. Mapped. Maketh isn’t hurting too bad, not really – the pain comes if she moves too abruptly, but otherwise slips to a background hum. Not important right now.
She might, possibly, be in shock.
It doesn’t matter. There’s work to do.]
armoury;
He notices the woman's entrance from the corner of his eye, but only pays her particular attention following the stare that she gives the equipment. There is nothing wrong with the armoury's stock, and that marks her incredulous reaction out as curious. He releases the bowstring he has pulled taut and glances her way.
Perhaps, he thinks idly of the bow, as he replaces it.
He can return to his task later. For now, Henry turns on his heel to watch her examine the swords.]
Know you what you seek?
[He calls out.]
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Emily (Until Dawn) | open
Goddamn!
[The swear is equal parts angry, frustrated, and scared as Emily pushes herself up off the ground. Her top may already be a lost cause, but she is totally sending Josh the dry cleaning bill for her coat. What is even on these floors?
And where the fuck are her so-called friends? She can't see them anywhere, but she can hear them chattering ahead of her. No, all around her. God, could this night get any weirder?]
Haven't you fuckers ever heard of sticking together in dangerous situations? Fucking safety in numbers? Jesus.
[She gets to her feet and dusts herself off, wincing a little when the bite on her shoulder is strained. Funny how Ashley didn't think about first aid when she saw what could easily have been a wild animal bite. Nope, bitch voted to kick her out of the basement instead, into the certain death waiting for them all in the lobby in the form of fucking wendigos.
Okay, Em. You can do this. You made it through the mines on your own. You can find your asshole friends in this filthy tunnel.
Granted, this space seems a lot bigger than the tunnel. She must have just hit her head when she fell, that's it. Or maybe Josh did something to the acoustics to try and disorient them all.
Well, fuck you, Josh.
She approaches the first person-shaped silhouette she sees, calling out to them,] Thanks so much for helping me up back there. Idiot.
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Maketh attempts to stand at attention, one hand braced against her stomach in the vain hope that if she holds pressure like that, then her ribs will be fine and won't break badly enough to split through her skin.
It would be best to avoid that, yes it would.
Maketh narrows her eyes at the girl, knowing that she's cutting a horrid figure with her burnt uniform and hair falling out the regulation bun. She's lost her helmet, too. She's strangely upset about this. Nonetheless, there are other concerns. She doesn't recognize the girl - young looking, sharp-faced - but that doesn't mean there's no threat.] Excuse me?
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Julia Wicker ( o t a )
II. Of absence, darkness, death: ( around )
IV. things which are not. ( birds )
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And then she'd seen the bird from whom the voice had come.
That had been two days ago, and the things still bother her, like they know which voices to imitate to rile her up. The worst had been hearing her friends from home cry for help. She falls for that every time, so desperate to be with them that she can't help it.
There's no official city watch yet, but Z figures a good way to avoid the birds is to start doing rounds. If anyone needs her help, then she'll be easy to find. The Door clearly opened a few days ago. That was when this thing with the birds had started, too. Great.
But at least there's someone here to distract her, even though she's--very, very angry.]
I saw a few on my walk just now. [But, in an effort to be helpful, Z thinks about the last one she'd passed.] Up there, on the awning over that store. [She points at it.] This place is getting crazier by the day. We just got done killing all these creepy monsters that pretended to be little kids, and now that bird is doing the same thing. It was crying for help like a little girl! That's not okay.
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Gansey | OTA + 1 locked thread
[ Gansey had been buried underground, attacked by demon cats (note: not actually demons? He will investigate further), and at the end of it all, found each of his friends in an alternate dimension. Until now, he's felt confidently assured that his life is not that normal.
Clearly, he was fooling himself. He'd never known strange before he woke up here.
He stands outside a house that looks like the kind of place one might find through the looking glass. It's fascinating, like everything else here - unusual to the point of being alien, and clearly designed for people who were not human at all. He has so many questions about this place, and he'd run wild with them if he let himself. Chiefly, though, what he notices about the house is that it is not at all familiar, even though he used to live here. He'd been hoping the sight of it would jog his memories.
Nothing.
Of course, that's not a worry he wants to put on display to his friends. They've had far too much to deal with here already, and they don't need to be distracted by his problems, too. Maybe time itself will prove the cure. In the meantime, he glances between them, trying not to look out of sorts. ]
I half expected we'd be living in one of the spires. So. Which one of you is giving me the tour?
B: Jabberjays (OTA)
[ There's only so long Gansey can stay inside. He has too many questions about this place, too many that need answers. He wants to know where the light comes from. He wants to know where the Door is, and how it works. He wants to know the gods who manage this place, he wants to map it and fill his head with the knowledge of it, because that's the only way he'll understand.
And he can't get them home, if he doesn't understand.
He tracks his way back to the colosseum, trying to build a map of the place in his head. He can see it in the distance, when a voice distracts him. ]
Help me.
[ Gansey turns, startled. ]
Adam?
[ The voice comes back, but now comes from a different direction. Gansey spins, looking for it. Looking for his friend, who'd been fine only a few hours ago. ]
Help me. Help me! I need help!
[ Adam never sounds like that, so desperate or afraid. If he thought about it logically, Gansey would know that. But he doesn't. He reacts anyway, abandoning what he's doing and rushing in the direction of the voice ]
Help me, please!
Where are you?! Just hold on!
[ He pushes past people and through crowds, searching for the friend who's not even here. Either help him or get out of his way, concerned citizen. The more they use Adam's voice, the more Gansey panics. Unseen, the jabberjays flit closer and closer, luring him towards the caves. ]
C: Scavenging (OTA)
[ It feels like he's been here a long time, yet that strange light still hasn't faded. Once he's escaped the birds, and calmed the nerves they'd jangled, Gansey makes himself return to exploration. It hasn't taken long for him to understand that there's danger around every corner here, so for the first time, he's starting to show caution. He checks the whole perimeter of the abandoned store before he dares to go in it, and then he searches the whole place for anything that doesn't belong.
No birdsong. No strange, cold feelings. At least not yet.
So he takes advantage of the time, and starts to search through the place. What he's after is a journal, which if he had his way would be leatherbound and very durable. He doubts he'll find anything of that quality here, so he'll take what he can get. If you happen to enter, he'll look up with alarm, already assuming you're some sort of creature tracking him down. If you're in the store anyway, he'll give you your space, and try to avoid searching through anything close to you. ]
Have you found anything worth keeping?
[ He may not know you, but there's never anything wrong with being polite. Making friends here is as important as knowing the streets. He'll walk both those paths. ]
D: Create your own!
[ Prompt Gansey! I can be found on Plurk at
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But dwelling on that isn't going to accomplish anything. Adam might as well do what's practical right now, which is helping to get Gansey oriented. He walks over, pushes open the door so they can all enter.]
Me, I guess. The spires are okay, but they didn't have enough room for all of us.
[The inside is a little less alien than the outside, though that's not because of the furnishing - those are as subtly odd as everything else here. No, it's because the house is clearly lived-in, clearly the dwelling of teenage boys - well, two teenage boys, one ghost, and a bird, currently. It's not a disaster area, because Adam at least makes some effort to keep things relatively neat, but there's a jacket on the sofa, shoes on the floor, dishes in the sink. A torn-apart bit of woven grass, probably courtesy of Chainsaw. A few books, mostly unreadable. A half-eaten granola bar, still in its wrapper. It looks like a place people could live.
If Adam had known Gansey would be coming home, he'd have cleaned.]
Ronan and I are in the rooms down here, you and Noah are upstairs. The kitchen's over there. Um - the appliances are sort of weird, so be careful. It's all been trial and error.
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Kylar Stern | Open
[Standing in the center of the dome were two dark entities; one hissed and swerved in fluid motions above the ground, the other rumbled in a more solid dark metallic form with black smoke rising slowly from what appeared to be shoulders. Ones eyes glowed a pale yellow, the other a vibrant blue flame. It was a face-off ready to erupt, the two entities circling each other, testing the other and waiting to strike.
One mistake is all it takes...]
TWO: Armory
[It was embarrassing that it took him a day or two before he discovered the armory. It was pretty impressive, probably even more than all of the weapons Durzo held in his safe houses combined. The difference being, perhaps, that these mounted daggers and swords were meant for any trapped within this place, while Durzo Blint had only weapons intended for himself. But with so many on display it had one wonder: was every being trapped in this place expected to wield a weapon at once?
A grim thought that Kylar shrugged away as he rolled and stretched his shoulders. Carefully he eyed each mounted piece before smirking and grabbing a sai. He rolled the handle in the palm of his left hand. He hated these things, but they were a favorite of Durzo's. A favorite arguably because he knew Kylar hated them. He shoved it into his belt before finding a sword, checking it's weight and balance, and putting that into his belt on the other side. How he intended to dual-wield anything with a missing lower arm was not a question in his mind. He was here to stock up and take in any generous offers given. He took down another dagger to claim for his own, and then another... Oh, and one of those, just in case.]
~You missed one.~
[He puffs air out aloud against the voice that reverberates in his mind.]
Never can have too many, especially when something keeps eating them all.
~I would not say all of them. You are forgetting one.~
[His face twisted visibly as he paused before taking down a set of small needled darts.]
Can't do much about that now, can we?
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But it is what it is and he doesn't care. Besides, he's really strong. ]
I don't think anything eats the weapons yet.
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hawke | ota
two | city
three | cyoa
two | city
Up high is where he's looking when a solid body connects with his. He spins around. One hand is already at the short sword by his hip, so it's a good thing the man speaks up first. He relaxes a hint. ]
You going after something or away from it?
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ciri | ota
armory
He's currently unarmed (sort of, he can use magic through the straw between his teeth and then some other magic and hand-to-hand combat) having left his sickle-spear at his place because it's a hassle to carry around all the time.
Now he stops, head tilted in confusion, watching the stranger. ]
What are you doing?
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hope estheim | ota
colosseum
Hello!
[ He's soon emerging from the corridors and into the arena of the structure. ]
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BLU Scout || OTA
[Aight. This is fine. This is all perfectly normal. Grey Mann just turned the robots into shadowy creepy floaty things. That's a thing he can do because uh.. science or some shit. Yep. Nothing worrisome here at all.
Scout is running around the coliseum at full speed, dodging around to try and avoid the stupid ghost things. He's seen enough ghosts to last a lifetime. He does pause at one point to swing his bat ineffectively through a few of them.]
What the hell man? Why won't you die?
[Swish. Swish. Swish.]
Around Town
[Scout is strolling around town, trying to look like he's all that. Except he's holding his bat with both hands like he's a kid who's seen a monster in his closet.
He keeps hearing people talking and heading towards them, he hates being alone, but then there's never anyone there.]
Okay. It's not funny anymore. Where the freak are you guys? This is messed up man.
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If there's one thing you learn after a few fights to the death, it's how to sneak up on people. Johanna tiptoes up to the kid and taps him lightly on the shoulder. ]
Boo, kid. It's just the birds.
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Mike Munroe | 2 Closed, 1 Open!
One minute, there'd been snow and biting cold and it was so dark and thick he couldn't see, how could he hope to get to the next street, much less his destination and then back home? He should turn back, maybe take one of the others with him-
And the next everything was clear, snowless and markedly warmer than it had been. But also cooler. Cooler than flames licking up his hand from his lighter moments before and the promise of searing heat to follow. That memory still felt like it happened nearly two months before, and yet it seemed like he could smell the gas and hear the nightmarish screech of the wendigos around him.
Looking around, his spinning thoughts came up with a few answers in the span of seconds: this was the coliseum, his hand and back hurt like hell again, something was moving in the shadows and it didn't sound or look like a nice something -in fact it seemed like a something he wanted no part of- and lastly, there was a gut-wrenchingly familiar girl standing only a few yards ahead of him. Closer to the shadows and one of those things.
"Em!" First things first: he couldn't let whatever was here near Emily.
Closed to those at the UD house
It was his first stop after finally making it out of the coliseum and the only thing that distracted him from his destination were the subtle changes in the city, changes that didn't seem like the kind to happen over night. Just how long had he been gone? And would anyone still be there when he got 'home?'
He hesitated only a moment in front of the door before turning the handle. Well, it opened, that was good, all in now.
He strode in, full confidence of a man who thought he should be there, he just hoped he wasn't wrong. "So, funny story: a guy goes out one day to pick some things up for his friends cause the weather's getting bad. Snow's blowing all around him, shit's impossible to see, when suddenly he blinks and ends up back in the coliseum with no snow storm." And burned to hell again like he hadn't gone to Bruce to get that fixed up, that was probably the weirdest part in his mind. He kept on, voice carrying but still only going so far as the entryway...just in case he was telling a bunch of strangers or even an empty house a bunch crap story. "Still trying to find the punchline, but I figure the set up's good enough."
Open to any and all!
He'd been smart before vanishing into thin air and stowed away a few supplies for safe keeping, some of those included stuff to tend to burns, just in case. It came in handy (hah) now when he had burns back on his hand. But now he'd done what he could and sleeping off his re-messed up back would just have to wait while he ran round playing catch up.
There were some people who'd been here before his missing time episode that he kind've hoped were still around (Z, the doc, that kid, hell maybe even a couple of the people he met first time he'd stepped out of the coliseum) and there were bound to be new people around as well since Josh was apparently now kicking around their place. Better there where they could keep an eye on him than somewhere else where he might get himself eaten or some crap.
There was also the fact that he simply didn't trust Chris to have kept up with getting everything they all needed, Mike wasn't even sure how his friend managed to find matching socks each morning, much less watch out for the girls too. So he went around quaint little Cave Town to see what was new and what was still where he remembered it and hopefully spot a friendly, if not familiar, face.
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"Not really seeing the humor in that, personally," she says, "but I have been accused of being a fun-hater in the past, so I may not be the best judge of that." She shrugs. "Let me guess - you must be Mike."
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Sera / ota
The shadows are moving.
Not in the way shadows are supposed to move. Sera doesn't like it. She's angry that she doesn't have her bow and arrows. She's angry that she was at a feast one moment and here the next, no explanation.
She's just angry. And afraid. Hard to say which is the stronger of the two.
Her hands clutch her mug of ale tight against her chest, the only reminder that she'd been celebrating the Grand Demise of Corephelus just minutes ago. It'll do as a makeshift weapon if it comes to that — at least it'll buy her some time to escape if anyone or anything tries something funny.
She's making her way through rock and rubble, always watching the shadows, but she doesn't know where she's going. When she finally spies another person she stops, scowls, tries to make herself look bigger and meaner than she feels right now, arrowless and vulnerable.
"You!" she shouts. "Hey! Listen to me! Where are we? Deep roads?" And a bit softer, to herself: "Hate the bloody frigging deep roads."
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Nope. No. No. No.
This place is decidedly Not Good.
Sera wants out. Now. So that's what she's doing, looking for an exit.
She hasn't had any luck yet and she swears she's turned the same corner five times already but everything's stupid and looks the same to her, and she has no idea where she's going. This is what happens when you spend ages following a somebody through caves and tunnels and fields and whatevers. You get used to the following and lose your own sense of direction.
She thinks. That's probably how it works, anyway.
At any rate, a loud, blood-curdling scream brings her to a halt. There's a moment of silence, eerie silence that creeps into your bones and chills you with fear because you know whatever's coming next is bad, but what comes next is another scream. Sera starts off in the direction she thinks it's coming from until she finds herself on an empty street. There's another scream, so nearby, yet she doesn't see any people, and —
Oh. Shit. It's a bird.
"No, Creepy. Stop," she tells it. It doesn't listen.
So, Sera does what any sensible person would do and starts gathering rocks. Once she has a reasonable amount she starts pitching them at the gross screaming bird with all her might.
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II.
Having already encountered these birds at the park, Rey is more or less accustomed to them already. She had been walking to the store when she found the strange looking woman throwing stones at one of the screaming birds. Her feet are then brought to a halt, keeping a distance but still within conversational range.
She sighs, folding her arms over her chest. "Yes, they do that."
The bird above her screams again. Rey looks up and leers at it.
These things weren't here before. They must have come in with the new people. Suppose that's how it works here. Being relatively new herself, Rey is just starting to get the hang of how things world in this city.
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captain jack sparrow | ota
[ When he finally wakes, Jack doesn't bother to open his eyes. Instead, still sprawled out where he'd arrived, the pirate grumbles under his breath and reaches over for the bottle of rum that he'd been nursing. It takes a few seconds -- and some useless grabbing and fumbling with sand -- to register that something's amiss. He cracks an eye open.
Yeah, no. This isn't quite right.
Jack shoves himself up into a sitting position, fully awake by this point, and furrows his brow. The crumbled stone walls of the colosseum loom far above him, heavy air echoing with the scattered snippets of chattering voices. That definitely wasn't right; the last thing he remembered was dozing off on the dinghy, listening to the splash of waves against the hull and the rustle of sailcloth buffeted by the wind.
Well. This wouldn't be the first time that he's awoken in an unfamiliar place, with no recollection of how he'd managed to get there. Par for the course, then, really.
He hauls himself the rest of the way to his feet -- except not really, as Jack abruptly stumbles with the motion, nearly falling over. He manages to catch himself in time, however, arms flung out for balance, quickly glancing around to see if anyone had seen that -- and out of the corner of his eye he spots movement, a flicker of motion in the shadows. He swings around in that direction, squinting, considering, then approaches with that easy rolling stride of his, swishing a hand to snag their attention. ] Oi, hey! Where am I?
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had he just come from a costume party, or was he one of the new probationary members with the league that thom had somehow missed during the tryouts. and was that actually possible?]
I've kind of been trying to figure out what happened myself. [thom admits.] Are you... with the League?
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Kadin | OC | OPEN
[One minute he is in the middle of a sandstorm that also had lightning, (because of course there's lightning), and the next he can't even feel a breeze. He'd coiled his 20 foot tail tight around his torso for protection from the storm, and after the howling winds fade from his ears and the sting of sand on his scales dies away he slowly shifts. The Thaumic Zone was generally unpredictable, but this was a new level of suddenness, even for rampant chaotic magics. His tail shifts and relaxes. With a small grunt Kadin peeks his head out to take a look at his surroundings.
This was most certainly not where he was a moment ago. Could it be an illusion? It seemed too big, too detailed to be just another wandering mirage, but it wasn't impossible. Maybe he'd been teleported somewhere? If so he wasn't the only one; he can see other figures moving not far in the distance. He scootches out a little further from his coils, leaning towards the direction he sees movement in.]
Hello? Do you know where we are?
Hope's Temple
[He is not sure why he is here. Rather, he knows why he has come to this temple, but the greater significance of why he was here exactly is something he could not quite get his head around.
He was not dead, of that he was sure. If he had died out there in the wastes, he would not be somewhere new he would be nowhere. For a murderer, a traitor, a monster like him to die there was nothing after, just void and lack and no way forward and nowhere to go. So he is alive. He was certain by now that this was not some magical illusion. It is too complex, too cohesive, and it has lasted too long. So he really was here, wherever here was.
He hardly dares to believe it, but this could be the beginning of a new thread. He did not deserve a second chance, but if by the grace of The Weaver he was getting one he would not fall again. He would dedicate every fiber of his being to following Her path for him no matter what it might cost him. And that starts here. A struggling godlike power, relying on Hope for strength? That was a cause worth pursuing, and one that his skills might even be suited for. He glides across the stone floor, a slow scraping sound announcing his presence as he approaches anyone else in the temple with him.]
Excuse me, what is the normal way to show devotion to Hope?
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She doesn't expect others to come in here. Most people are pretty upset with Hope, and honestly, she doesn't blame them. So far he's kept them fed and alive if a little worse for wear thanks to Fear, but the one thing people keep asking him to do -- to send them home -- seems like it's just not within his power at all. If not for the fact that she's able to help protect the people here, she'd ask what the point of being kept alive is at all. Maybe the cynics are right. Maye Hope intends to never send them home, because he needs their hope to feed off of. Not that he'll be getting a lot of it, but something is better than nothing. She knows that all too well.
At the sound of scales on stone, Z tenses, thinking first that it's a monster escaped from the caves and come here to attack. But then she sees he's part human, and then she hears him speak.
She relaxes, giving him half a smile.]
Feel hope, I guess. [She shrugs.] There was this one time where he had us bring him things that gave us hope and put them on his altar, but that was a few months ago, and nobody's done it since. He'd probably appreciate it, though.
You must be new.
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