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hadriel_logs2016-02-10 10:03 am
hadrielmods) wrote in hadriel_logs2016-02-10 10:03 am
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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[peter squats down, letting cliff be bigger than him, and offers the wolf his hand to smell, because he knows it's a whole other world. under the leather of his jacket and cigarette and the smells of clothes and such, there's the fact that he lives with someone else, and more than that, that his skin smells sweet and warm and fuzzy, kind of like a puppy. ]
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when peter offers his hand for perusal, cliff gives it a suspicious, almost judgmental look, huffs out a heavy breath and goes ahead and gives it a sniff (never actually touching though), only to backstep suddenly with an unsettled expression instead.]
Why the hell do you smell like dog? [cliff asks, still a wolf, so honestly the accusation in his tone is almost hypocritical, and maybe if peter's eyes are sharp he might catch sight of a quick flash of metal from a tongue stud in that wolf's mouth.]
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[for a moment he looks petulant, and it's hard to tell how much is put on and how much is real, other than the fact that he doesn't actually radiate upset.]
I donno, why do you think I might smell like that and care about the moon?
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How am I supposed to know, all the other werewolves I've met didn't have anything to do with the moon. And they were all raging assholes too.
[the unspoken insinuation there being that peter isn't.]
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I'd tell you werewolves aren't raging assholes, but really it varies by individual. Just nothing like the ones in the movies.
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I don't know why the stud stays when I'm a wolf, who cares it's just a fucking stud, whatever. I showed you, so give me a cigarette already.
[no consequences, like being threatened to join some freaking cult in colorado wasn't a consequence, like those crazy assholes trying to eat oscar wasn't a consequence. werewolf was the only word he'd ever had for any of this, and he wasn't just about to let it go just because peter said he wasn't.]
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peter's as good as his word, though, and hands over the cigarette, filter first so cliff doesn't have to touch him because he's an anti-touch weirdo like that.]
The fact that you get to keep your stud makes you a shapeshifter, man, that's why it's relevant. And also pretty fuckin cool, I've never met a shapeshifter.
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he definitely needs the cigarette for his nerves now, and if you think he's going to be dropping this one you're deeply mistaken peter.]
S'not like I know jack shit about it, those assholes wanting to start some kind of fucking pack or cult or whatever in Colorado are the first people I've met like me, and they tried to eat Oscar. [which, yeah, cliff hadn't exactly even liked oscar back then, but it still hadn't done anything to endear those freaks to him any.]
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[he looks balefully up at the sky, well. cave ceiling. because obviously this is the fault of some higher power. or someting. who knows with peter.]
Basically everything is cool about shapeshifting, it's other people who are assholes. This is a pretty constant fact of life, but you seem to have gotten that one on your own. Not that being a werewolf isn't cool as shit, but it hurts a hell of a lot more. Also, eating people? Not cool.
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I've been able to change ever since I was a kid. Mom never said anything about it, so I figured she didn't know. And up until Oscar showed up in town and started dragging me into shit I didn't know there was anything else weird in Podunk to compare.
[giving peter a mildly curious look now.] Why does being a werewolf hurt?
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[seriously, cliff, get with the program.]
Let's just say that me turning into a wolf is a little more hardcore than blink-and-you're-done. I actually shed my skin. Both ways. Uphill, in the snow.
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though, mostly, he brings the cigarette up to his mouth again to hide a very faint smile that he can't help at peter's insistence because, honestly? he really doesn't mind that peter finds it cool.] Pretty sure that wouldn't help them, or at least, I don't remember making any deals like that.
God, you are not old enough to use that phrase, stop. That sounds... [wrinkling his nose] ... messy though.
[translation: gross.]
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[peter is a helper, really.]
Messy is one word for it. A pretty accurate word.
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Sucks to be you, I guess. [cliff tells peter without an inch of sympathy in his voice. sorry peter. he's a shitty teenager though, so what were you expecting really.]
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Nah, I like being me, and what I am. Skin tearing and all. Wouldn't want to be anybody else.
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Must be pretty fucking nice. [he doesn't bother to explain what exactly he considers nice, but there's only so much he could actually be talking about anyway.]
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[he says this like it's easy, when in fact it's merely simple.]
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and then he's just simply scowling in disgust.] Ugh. You sound like some kind of motivational speaker or something you realize that?
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Nah, there's no money to be made off suckering you. But I'm also being kinda literal. My mom and I, we move around a lot. Every time you go, you pick what shit to keep and you leave the rest behind. It's not a bad way to live.
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[cliff tells him tetchily, though with very little heat behind his words because he's busy thinking about his own mom's escape from gerogia and how easily he could have been something she left behind as well.
sometimes people were things too.]
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[sometimes people are things, even to peter. but he'd never consider a mother's son as a thing that she could leave behind like that. then again, peter has an exceptional mother.]
i have no idea where gerogia is but i'd probably want to leave too tbh
[rolling his eyes and gesturing to the ceiling far above them with one hand.] I didn't exactly make the choice to come here, and I'm not going to fucking Colorado either, okay?
[because whatever trouble he gave his mom on a daily basis by simply being himself, cliff did love his mom, understood everything she had done for him over the years. leaving might be easier in the long run but the truth of the matter was that between her and his little brother he simply didn't want to.
the problem was he couldn't figure out what to do instead of running (there was a reason running as a wolf always calmed him down, cliff wasn't stupid).]
any place named podunk is a place you probably want to leave
[peter never mentioned anything about leaving family. in fact, his mother was the one person he didn't leave. of course, she'd had to leave him, in the end, but that wasn't either of their first choice.]
excuse u but also tru
Colorado is full of those crazy fucks that try to eat people. [cliff reminds him. sourly.]
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Okay, fine, people who eat people are a reason not to like a place.
[says the guy with the upir best friend who...kind of sorta eats people? some of people? a little bit?]
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