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hadriel_logs2016-02-10 10:03 am
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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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Maybe. On a good day. Which this is not.
Maketh watches the sword carefully, eyes on the man and not the blade. Despite the armor, he's light on his feet. Quick and precise, not worried about hitting anything by accident. Well trained, she thinks. But not a bounty-hunter, no, it's a different sort of discipline.
Soldier, maybe.
She hopes so, anyway. Soldiers can be reasoned with.] I see.
[She takes it from him, then unsheathes the sword, testing the weight. Not bad. It's no vibroblade, but it seems sturdy enough, well balanced. Maketh goes through a series of slashes that involve only wrist actions, not wanting to move more than necessary. The blade follows her well enough.
It will do.
Maketh sheaths it, tapping her nails against the hilt.] I'd thank you, but I'm afraid I don't know your name, sir.
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Henry Percy.
[He introduces himself with habitual weight. While he is becoming accustomed to being insignificant here, he still feels somewhat odd having no preceding reputation. Nor can he say that he entirely likes the lack of accompanying expectations. It serves as a reminder of how far he is from where he should be -- a thought which he ruthlessly suppresses.
Henry steps back from the sword rack.]
And you would be?
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[Manners are important when making friends. And this one seems important. Something about the way he says his name, like he expects it to be recognized. Maketh hooks the sword to her belt, resting her hand against it. Getting used to the feel of it there at her hip.] Maketh Tua. I imagine you're not from here.
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As you say.
[He sets his hands on his hips and makes an irritated noise in his throat.]
None of us occupying this ruin of a city are. Merely those so-called gods.
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[This she doubts very much. Certainly there are powerful individuals involved, but Maketh doesn't put much faith in divinity. People with delusions of grandeur are much more likely.
Maketh inclines her head towards him.] You've been here for some time, then? Has anyone been able to determine the scope of their...abilities?
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But a month, for my part. I suggest that you look elsewhere for a truly comprehensive account.
[He shifts his weight restlessly.]
Doubt not that our power is trifling compared to theirs. Hope may restore the dead back to life, including his own kind. Fear buried half of us alive in an instant and we knew it not 'til the buried woke in their coffins, under six feet of earth. I have seen naught of what Rage is capable of, save for this armoury.
[He does not think they are divine, but their power is immense, in the way that Diabolus' was. The cost of fighting them worries him in a way he cannot and will not express.]
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[So this has been going on for longer than a month. That's more information than Maketh had previously. Her expression softens somewhat.] I don't seek to trivialize the threat we face. But calling them gods implies their power is limitless, and these things are not.
[Even the Sith cannot stop everything. Maketh has stood before them before, watched them kill her allies, and still knows them as human despite it. They can be killed. This place, with its strange rulers, will be no different. If she survives long enough to give them a proper fight, that is.
Strange, how eager she is for that. To make it a fight.] I have...met individuals with power like this. Different, perhaps, but they could be outmaneuvered.
[Not by her, unfortunately. But others have done it. Therefore it can be done again.]
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Hold thy tongue and speak not in ignorance.
[At least he experienced this wretched place before drawing conclusions. One cannot wage war without even knowing the lay of the land.]
We rely upon Hope for our daily sustenance. So as of current, we cannot even provide for our basest needs alone. Consider that implication with care. Our fight now is to survive.
[He does not engage the flare of temper flickering beneath his skin, understanding that it comes from a seperate, personal issue. Such pettiness is beneath his station. But he cannot stay still, and so he stalks back towards the bows.
Physical activity gives him an outlet.]
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And certainly he much prefers those who are courageous opposed to those who are meek.]
Good. Nor will I.
[The edge is gone from his tone.]
Perhaps my meaning was unclear. Engagement should not be our priority when we cannot withstand the first pass. One must first strengthen one's position to have any chance at victory. Do you see?
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[Maketh does not operate with the assumption of failure, ever. It's pointless. When she sets out do something, she means to do it well. Even here, where she knows so little and hasn't yet found any allies.
Well. Perhaps Henry could be convinced. She inclines her head towards him.] Sir.
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[Henry says darkly. Diabolus and his endless monsters still haunt him: tens of thousands slaughtered, Iamarl--
Yet he lowers the longbow in his grasp a few seconds later, and looks back to her as he yields:]
We know that their power has limitations, for they require our emotions. We know that they are not invulnerable, else Hope would not be seeking to bring more of their kind back to life.
[He is no coward, whatever he thinks of their odds against three and counting.
He is listening.]
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[Maketh actually takes a step forward at this, eager to fall into something she understands and that she's good at. This is strategy and logic. Simple.] The first means that we are--important, somehow. That something about us is important to the process. The second would imply that this process is taxing, and they have no real control over who - or what - comes.
[She watches Henry carefully. He looks like someone who's seen war, an actual full-scale war.] I suspect the latter. Otherwise there would be no need to bring in more people.
[And if that's a limitation, then that means there are rules that can be learned and understood.]
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[Henry has read enough on the network to witness such claims. How far their words can be trusted is another matter.]
Their assertion is thus: Fear opened the "Door", and 'tis this Door alone which drags in people and monsters alike.
[Whether that is honest, they still benefit from the situation.]
...One cannot forget that the more of us present, the greater their crop. As they grow in number so shall their consumption.
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[That means, hypothetically, that these gods are using the Door as a device to bring people in. An object or weapon that happens to be under their control. And if the weapon isn't bound to the wielder, than it can be taken. She doesn't say that. Presumably Henry has already thought of it, and they're in no position to attempt to steal the thing now.] That is true, but consider this as well: they risk bringing in individuals with power greater than their own every time this Door opens. In my world, there were...individuals, who could theoretically have matched their power.
[Maybe. The Sith have always been guarded about the true extent of their abilities. Maketh rests her hand against the hilt of her sword, absently.] I'm not one of them. But there are a great many people here, and likely more to come. If we could combine our abilities, then perhaps...
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[Henry informs her bluntly, balancing the bow vertically against his legs to free his hands. He reaches into a pouch hanging off of his sword belt and retrieves his phone.]
Their temples are the closest one may come to them. The only point of connection, apart for this.
[He holds up the device, waving it pointedly. He knows how to use it on a very basic level, thanks to days buried alive with nothing but it in there with him.]
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[Not even Maketh. She'd thought herself friendly with the Inquisitor, once. That hadn't stopped him from killing her soldiers. It hadn't stopped him from dying in his own time, either.]
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[Insulted him, that is. To take a warning of the challenges they face and call it his cowardice... Henry's demeanour grows harsh and he returns his phone to the pouch.]
You imply that I cower in fear. You consider not that I speak with any truth. I know not your world, but what know you in your scant hours here of our foe?
[He takes up the longbow again, and heads for the quivers and arrows. It will do for shooting those wretched birds stealing human voices.]
'Tis clear that you have made your judgement. Too hastily, I deem.
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[Why is he glaring at her? All she's done is lay out the facts that she knows. There is no enemy that cannot be defeated, this is fact, history says so. And if she bows now, then she'll be afraid too long and no resistance will grow. Maketh thinks back to Lothal, which she's hated and loved in turns, and will probably never see again. That home is lost, therefore she'll forget it, and focus on the present. This place.
They're ruled currently, but not forever. No. She won't allow it.
Maketh lifts her chin, proudly. Henry could kill her right now if he felt like it. She's injured and she's annoyed him. Why stop there?] I don't think you're a coward. If I did, then you'd know, Henry Percy, of that I assure you.
[No, he's just not listening to her.] But you don't intend to stand against them, and I want to know why.
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Oh I intend to.
[He says, without hesitation.
For all his arguing he is not trying to deter her; his flaw is that he can only express his worries through hard criticism.]
I am trying to impress upon you how much toil is ahead. We have no foundation and face every disadvantage. To our peril, we are at their mercy and must contend with their concurrent fancies.
[He places his free hand on his hip and looks Maketh straight in the eye.]
I know well such laborious wars can be won. At great cost. Are you prepared?
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[And this will be a war, she's certain of it. Part of Maketh is relieved at that - it simplifies things, puts the whole damn world in stark terms. She spent most of her life praising the aftermath of a war and just look how that turned out. Peace, Maketh thinks, was probably the worst thing that ever happened to Lothal. And she might not be there anyone or ever again, but she's here, right now. Therefore this place will be defended to the bitter fucking end.
Henry knows about war, Maketh thinks. He'll be useful if she can convince him to help her.] You may think me naive to challenge these...gods. Fine. Do so. But even if I cannot face them with artillery, I will find a way to out-maneuver them.
Your help would be appreciated. Sir.
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[He answers, making the distinction clear. Yet his harshness is replaced by approval, of all things. He likes that she is fierce and does not flinch.]
Your determination is real.
[He grows thoughtful for a moment, then gives her a nod.]
All right then. I shall lend you my aid.
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[She has, perhaps. Metaphorically. It feels right, though. Maketh doesn't think she could stand having to step back and wait for things to happen. She's got to plan, to find a strategy and the means to implement it. The whole thing feels very important. She has to act nownownow, or she'll lose the advantage.
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...Seen you much of this forsaken city?
[He asks her, recalling the misery of his own arrival. While not particularly charitable, he considers ensuring that one knows where to find a structurally sound roof over one's head a necessary kindness.]
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