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ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʜᴀᴅʀɪᴇʟ ([personal profile] hadrielmods) wrote in [community profile] hadriel_logs2016-02-10 10:03 am

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.
► 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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[personal profile] cashlin 2016-03-06 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[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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[personal profile] hybridification 2016-03-10 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] cashlin 2016-03-13 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] hybridification 2016-03-16 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
You scavenged all this just now?

[His tone is incredulous.]

Geeze. Good luck getting it all inside.
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[personal profile] cashlin 2016-03-16 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] hybridification 2016-03-18 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] cashlin 2016-03-20 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Vault Hunter, not pro-cracker-stacker.

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

Please.
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[personal profile] hybridification 2016-03-22 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] cashlin 2016-03-25 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yup, I'll see you around!

[A beat.]

Pretend I'm waving, I can't do it right now.
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[personal profile] hybridification 2016-03-31 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
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.]