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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!
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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Thom's weird look and staring, however, is equally mirrored on Jack's face. ]
Pardon, mate, the what?
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[the guy sure does appear to have a lot of rings on his fingers but none of them look a thing like the league ring thom is wearing himself, and if he was a member of the league this conversation probably wouldn't have turned quite so awkward quite so quickly, so...]
Uh, nevermind. [he shakes his head and tries to change the conversation topic.]
Why are you dressed like a pirate?
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What's got that idea in your head? I'm dressed the same as any captain of a ship would be.
[ Which is true, to an extent, but Jack clearly has a flair for the dramatic. Also Thom is totally right, but being spotted as a pirate in Jack's time period is as good as a death sentence. He has no idea where he is, so better to play it safe for now. ]
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he shifts a little nervously at the serious expression on the man's face now, even takes a step back with an awkward laugh.] Yeah, I guess. Are you part of some kind of Ren Fair demonstration or something?
[because obviously no ship captains these days dressed like this.]
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A wha -- [ Okay okay wait, no use in continuing in this circle. Instead, Jack waves a hand dismissively. ] Who are you again, mate?
[ Clearly not someone who'll be able to help him figure out what in the world is going on. On that note, though, without waiting for Thom to answer, Jack continues on: ] Mate, judgin' by what you said earlier, you're in much the same position as I am. I'd wager it'd be a better use of time to, firstly, find out how we've found ourselves in this predicament. Savvy?
[ Or at least find a way out. He could've swore something just moved in the shadows behind Thom's shoulder. ]
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I'm Thom? Thom Creed? [thom offers up in answer to jack's question a touch shakily, thrown by the sudden shift in conversation despite how poorly the previous one had been going. still, he'll take the opportunity given to him to get himself out of that mess anyway.]
I just woke up here. [he confirms for jack, shifting his weight anxiously from one foot to another when it seems like the man is looking past him rather than at him.] Like everyone else, I guess.
these two are a disaster
Jack cants his head a touch, somewhat puzzled as Thom gives his name out as if it’s a question. ] Right, er, Thom Creed, then. A pleasure, mate. [ He squints at the spot behind Thom again, but whatever had moved isn’t there anymore. Had he been imagining it? Were his eyes playing tricks on him?
Jack’s gaze returns to Thom, and he taps a couple fingers to his temple. ] Captain Jack Sparrow, the one an’ only. [ His finger pops up. ] The Captain bit o’ that is fairly important, so you know. [ Doesn’t matter that there’s no ship in sight, the title is crucial. ]
the best sort
at least, when everyone seems to be as confused as the next person, it is.
he tenses as jack continues to look past him, darts a few rapid glances over his shoulder and sees nothing but shadows, but nothing is helping the weird prickling feeling along the back of his neck. he takes a few small steps to the right until the chill starts to seep away.]
Er, right. [nodding somewhat disjointedly.] Captain.
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Johanna blinks once, twice, almost stupefied. She is not nearly high enough for this. But she'll roll with it for now. The man isn't unlike Finnick in the way he walks. Probably reeks of brine and everything. Johanna's leaning against the arch that leads out of the coliseum and into the greater murdercave. She gives the pirate a little nod. ]
You're in a cave, genius. There's a little lake in here, but you aren't getting on a ship for a damn long time.
[ She spots a shadow lurking in the hallway behind him, and shrugs. He'll notice it eventually. ]
Better watch your back here, Bluebeard.
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Astoundingly insightful. However, I must inform you, dearie, that this [ a wave ] is what's commonly referred to as a coliseum. As you can see [ and finally his gaze drags up enough and oh. Oh okay. They are in a cave. Er, well then. His upper lip twitches, then Jack clears his throat and lets his gaze fall back onto her. ] This. This is apparently a cave.
[ Subject change. Jack lifts a finger. ] Captain Jack Sparrow. It's Captain Jack Sparrow.
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It's a coliseum inside a cave. You're in a big one, birdbrain. Congratulations. Prepare to experience the first cave with fucking weather.
[ Johanna doesn't seem particularly pleased about the weather. ]
Sparrow? You gotta be kidding me. [ a sigh. ] I'm Johanna. Johanna Mason.
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you're still stupidly drunk off your assyou've been dropped into an unfamiliar place. ]Miss Mason, then. By chance, could you enlighten me -- is this a dream? Hallucination? [ Hand wave. ] Either or.
[ He hadn't thought it was. But damn none of this makes any sense. ]