hadriel_logs | 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.

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.
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Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Rhys isn't really the definition of a helpful guy. He'd be hard-pressed to go particularly out of his way for anyone, let alone a siren that he should be thinking about killing or imprisoning or otherwise making sure that she never actually finds out about who he is or what he has in his head.

But he's currently up in one of the vacant spire rooms, unsubtly trying to steal a toaster when he notices Lilith pass by the open door with the massive pile in her hands. Rhys blinks for a moment, before ditching the toaster and poking his head out the door as she passes by.

A stray can clatters to the floor and Rhys looks down as it rolls toward him. This is a sign, probably. Great.]

You, uh- dropped this.

[He picks it up and holds it out for a moment before realizing that there's practically no way that she can physically take it from him, as loaded up as she is.]

Do you... just want me to put it on top of the pile, or...?

[That dweeby voice sounds familiar for sure. She cranes her neck to peek over her bundle of goods at Rhys-- from this angle, only the top of her head's visible, which would maybe be funnier to Rhys if it'd been anybody but Lilith under all of that stuff.]

Yep! Just--

[Lilith indicates that much by jostling the pile a little, and as soon as she's done it she realizes how awful a decision that was.]

Shit-- [A moment's wobbling later, she's regained her balance. Thankfully.] Uh, just up top. Thanks.

Fancy meeting you here, too. You live in one of these apartments, Rhys?

[He's not so sure that the top is the greatest of ideas, but Rhys hesitantly tries to lift it and place it at the top of her pile without unsettling the rest of it. It's pretty much lie playing jenga when all of the pieces are grossly misshapen- way harder than it looks.

At the question, he shakes his head, though Lilith can't see him do it.]

No, just, uh-

[Stealing appliances?]

-visiting. I know someone up here.

[Okay, for that, she has to tilt her head so Rhys can actually see the funny look she's shooting at him.]

Don't tell me it's that scruffy guy with the eyepatch.

[She's seen a lot of other folks passing through, but John's the only one that she for sure knows lives in this spire.] You don't really look like the type he'd hang around with.

[As in John could probably snap him in half over his knee if he really wanted to.]

Eyepatch? Um, nope?

[He doesn't know anyone with eyepatches- though he knows someone with a messed-up eye- and Rhys doesn't exactly want to meet anyone with eyepatches. Eyepatches generally mean badasses or bandits or both and Rhys would like to avoid any altercations with rugged dudes who probably don't want to bond over having one organic eye together.]

You met Rey? Big lady, lots of scars?

[On the plus side, this could work out for him. Rey is Rhys' sort-of friend, and she's pretty tough... so if Lilith knows that Rey has his back, then maybe she won't eviscerate him if shit goes south.

Maybe.]

She's like, super strong, and we're really good friends. Like, best buds, you know? My, uh- 'sister-from-another-mister', as it were. [Is he laying it on too thick? Nahhh.] She sets things on fire.

[So it's not her friendly neighbor in the fatigues. Makes sense. Much as her opinion of Rhys is vaguely positive, it's not that positive. She likes him better than Claptrap, at least?]

Rey? [She pauses, looking thoughtful, before--] Oh, yeah! Yup. I met her by the park when I first showed up.

[Lilith nods approvingly. Rey's a good egg, based on whatever warped qualification Lilith is using.]

She's pretty all right. I'm all about the fire thing, too, thanks for the tip. I should ask her about that sometime. [she's not intimidated by the description. at all. mostly she just heard the fire bit.

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I, uh- no, that's not quite what I...

[Rhys swallows hard as his plan spectacularly backfires and instead Lilith seems more interested in talking to Rey, rather than being intimidated by her presence in any way.

He tugs at his collar, nervously.]

-so, what are you carrying all this stuff for?

[Boy does Rhys have a mumbling problem. Whatever.]

Wouldn't be worth my salt as a Vault Hunter if I didn't know how to scavenge. There's all sorts of crap here. Food, what miiiight be alcohol, some blankets and stuff...

[She nearly looks through the pile to share more, but. Bad ideas.]

You scavenged all this just now?

[His tone is incredulous.]

Geeze. Good luck getting it all inside.

It's a talent.

[Lilith nods sagely. How many tiny chests has she opened in her life??? No one knows.]

Oh, I'll handle it. Again-- Vault Hunter!

[Something else tumbles off the top of the pile to roll onto the floor at Rhys' feet.] Shit.

Uh...

[Okay, it's not that he doubts she's a Vault Hunter- he knows she is one- but he's gotta admit, that box of crackers has some nice comedic timing.]

Do you... want that back?

[Vault Hunter, not pro-cracker-stacker.

She rolls her eyes at Rhys. And, by means of implication, the box of crackers.]

Please.

Sure.

[Luckily for Lilith, Rhys is an excellent cracker stacker and so he delicately puts the box on top and takes a step back to make sure it'll stay.

It's not awkward.]

So... I'll see you, I guess?

Yup, I'll see you around!

[A beat.]

Pretend I'm waving, I can't do it right now.

Yeah. I'll just... wave for you as I walk away.

[Rhys proceeds to slowly wave both arms as he steps back down the stairs. After approximately three seconds, he realizes that he looks like an idiot and stops, hastily making his exit.

Uh. Bye.]

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