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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!
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thom honestly only picks up the sandwich again at this point for something to look at that isn't either of the other two boys in the room with him in the vain hope that someday soon maybe he'll finally stop blushing. so much for thinking he was even a little bit subtle about this sort of thing.]
It's probably more science than magic, yeah. I mean, Justice is from another planet, so that's why he has powers, and there's a girl on my team that got her powers from growing up next to a nuclear power plant. My mom had powers, so I have powers. [he offers up a pretty flimsy shrug here and finally takes another bite of the sandwich, chewing carefully and swallowing before speaking again.]
Or something like that anyway.
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So partially genetics, partially mutation...pretty weird. No offense, though, weird shit is kinda my daily life. So you can heal people. That's a pretty awesome thing to be able to do. Useful and awesome. Good job, Newt, you found a keeper. This is, by the way, Newt's Home for Wayward Boys. I'm just the only wayward enough one he's found until now.
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He looks over, a little foggy. The two boys were a pretty good distraction for the most part but Newt really still isn't all there. It takes a moment longer for him to realize what Peter had said about him and eventually he gives a wry, half-smile.)
He's not exactly wrong.
(He pulls himself together a bit better and sits straight in his seat, focusing on the other two. Right. Focus.)
You really can stay here if you like. I know we've kind of traumatized you but the offer is completely sincere. There's three rooms here you can pick from. I'd say you can join us in our room but I don't think we could squeeze in a third bed.
(Annnnnnnnnd no Newt does not actually find this a weird thing. Nope. His voice and face are void of embarrassment.)
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either way, he sends a tentative sort of hopeful smile peter's way at being referred to as a "keeper". he's not even going to argue about being labeled a wayward boy as well because, well, he can't exactly refute that point right now. it's not the worst thing he's ever been labeled with, particularly in such company.]
I'd like that. [thom tells newt, though if anyone had traumatized him today with was honestly only himself. he was just so very good at it.
case in point here, where he once again finds himself blushing (though at least it's a bit more subtle this time around. it's almost like he's getting inured to all this nonsense).] The other room, I mean. You don't need to... do. That. Squeeze me in.
[oh god thom, why.] I mean--
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You've really got a hell of a case of foot-in-mouth, y'know. I see why Newt finds you so charming. If I were you, I'd take one of the bedrooms upstairs, since the open one down here doesn't have a mattress. Or move one of the ones upstairs down here, it's all the same to me. There's no smoking in the house, says house mom-- [he gestures at newt] --but that's what the balconies are for. Newt also owns the kitchen and gets very fussy if people who are me try and cook things, so good luck on that. Laundry is every five days or so, but you can do your own if you want to keep your socks and underwear sacrosanct.
[which...peter and newt are apparently too lazy to do.]
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You're so lucky, Thom. Newt's pretty oblivious to a lot of accidental innuendos.
Peter begins rattling off the house rules and the funny thing is Newt just looks proud of him. He smiles a bit and reaches out, patting Peter on his face.)
Look at that. You're so well-trained.
(He coos the last bit at Peter like he's a giant puppy. Which, you know, he basically kind of is. He removes his hand from Peter and drops it onto the table.)
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his foot in mouth thing isn't really anything new, he's kind of used to making a fool of himself, it's almost... comfortable in its familiarity. except for how there's nothing comfortable about this sort of thing at all, of course.]
Oh, I don't smoke. [he hurries to reassure(???) peter, only for a laugh to get startled out of him by newt's treatment of peter, which he quickly smothers by covering his mouth with both hands.]
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[smoking, he means. he doesn't sound in the slightest bit repentant, either. he rolls his eyes at newt patting his cheek, but doesn't move away from it, just gives an extremely halfhearted swat at the other boy's arm that makes it clear he's used to and tolerant of this.]
What can I say, I like to be fed.