INTRO LOG: BLACK CATS & WALKING UNDER LADDERS

[hadrielmods]

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.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well!
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Comments

[bring_the_beatdown]

Man, ghosts suck. All floating. Thinking they're so great. Well they're NOT. Lame-o losers.

[He stops trying to hit something made of smoke finally and looks over at Jack.]

We need like... a giant fan.

[drinkupmehearties]

[ He stares at Scout for a second, then a grin flashes onto his face and Jack laughs. ]

Agreed. A giant fan, or perhaps a strong gust of wind. Pesky things. [ They're more than pesky, of course. They're actually a little bit terrifying. But poking fun helps. ] All the same, it might be wise of us to make an exit.

[bring_the_beatdown]

[Scout defeats all his fears by boasting about himself at them, so this is all good.]

Yea I guess. But I'm not running away.

[He points his bat at Jack.]

So don't you go tellin' anyone I ran away. Cuz I didn't. I would have stayed around and killed like a hundred of these things, but I uh... didn't have the time. And it wouldn't have been fair.

You know, to them.

[drinkupmehearties]

[ A+ method, Jack might steal that. He lifts an open palm as Scout points the bat at him, the corner of his mouth still perked. ]

'Course not mate, wouldn't have much reason to. In any case, I'd more call it a strategic departure than runnin' away. We've better things to do, eh?

[ He's already moving away from the spot Scout is, wanting to put distance between himself and the specters. ] What's your name?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Scout.

[He's eyeing the ethereal smoke things, not trusting them in the least.]

Yeah. We're busy guys. Lots to do. I've gotta claim a whole battlefield, I got a line of chicks like you wouldn't believe who all want a piece of this.

[drinkupmehearties]

Well met, mate. Captain Jack Sparrow. [ There’s a subtle stress on the Captain part (the most important bit, obviously). Then Jack glances sideways at Scout, one eyebrow perked, somewhat skeptical. ]

‘Claim a whole battlefield’? All by your lonesome?

[bring_the_beatdown]

Captain? You like a general or sumthin'?

Oh yea. I do it all the time. I'm the fastest person on the field anyway, so I get to all the points before anyone else does. Sucks to be them.

[drinkupmehearties]

Not quite. Captain of a ship. The Black Pearl, to be more precise.

[ There's a fleeting, vain hope that Scout's heard of his ship. But that didn't seem likely, especially since he hadn't recognized Jack's name immediately. ]

Ah. I imagine that means you're fightin' some sort of war.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Aren't you supposed to have one of them little white hats and sing and dance?

Yea. Over gravel!

[Why he's excited about that is anyone's guess.]

[drinkupmehearties]

[ Puzzled, Jack furrows his brow. He ignores the first comment, for now, in light of the second. ]

Over ... gravel. [ Wat. ] Is it, in some manner or way ... valuable ... gravel? [ Yeah no he's not sure why anyone would fight a war over that unless it was made out of gold or something. ]

[bring_the_beatdown]

I ... uh.... ya know, I never really thought about it before.

I guess it's valuable. It powers some shit, but I don't know what. I mean the guy who owns the company is rollin' in dough so he must be selling it for a ton.

[drinkupmehearties]

[ That doesn't clear up much. But whoever this guy selling gravel is must be incredibly clever to make that work. ]

Aye must be valuable, if he's havin' you fighting and claiming battlefields for it. [ Short pause.] All the same, why would that make the bloke roll around in dough? Seems incredibly unsanitary of him.

[ He hasn't heard the phrase before, clearly, so cue a puzzled look. ]

[bring_the_beatdown]

[Scout shrugs.]

I dunno. Rich people do weird things. Saxton Hale has an office desk that's also a hibachi grill.

[Scout has no idea that he makes absolutely no sense.]

[drinkupmehearties]

[ Being as well traveled as he is, Jack is thankfully able to grasp the gist of what Scout says. One eyebrow arches. ] Blimey, I can't imagine that'd be terribly practical for a desk.

[ The look is followed with a grin. ] But aye, that's the truth of it, innit? I've seen rich men traipsing about with wigs more'n a foot tall [ he's demonstrating this, lifting a hand over himself ] draped over their heads. Couldn't pretend to understand it.

[bring_the_beatdown]

Maybe they put things in it? I got a coworker who hides bottles of alcohol in his hat.

'Cept dudes don't normally wear wigs. That's kinda weird.

[drinkupmehearties]

[ Oh. He hadn't thought of that. ]

Huh. That'd make some sense, wouldn't it? If so, that'd be awfully clever of them.

[ He waves a hand. ] It's supposed to be some sort o' uppity fashion ... [ more waving ] thing. Made 'em look more important. Or something. [ Jack doesn't even know. Rich people are definitely weird, and that says something coming from someone like Jack. ]

((OOC: I just had to share this lmffdjkl))

[bring_the_beatdown]

How are they gonna look important if they've just got hair everywhere?

Man rich people are so freakin' strange. I hope I'm not like that when I cash in all my holdings. I mean I make bank right now, but not like... buying private planes sort of money.

[The origin of TF2!!]

[drinkupmehearties]

[ He snorts. ] Couldn't say. Least it'd be easy to spot 'em in a crowd.

[ Then Jack cants his head a touch, curious. ] A private plane?

((Just needs a pile of hats on top of it and you're golden!))

[bring_the_beatdown]

You know, with your own pilot and they'll take you anywhere you wanna go. You can just land on someones lawn or like... parachute into a private party.

[Sure this guy looks a little like he might have come from a Renaissance faire but Scout hasn't put it together that they might not be from the same place.]