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soul_logs2012-06-23 10:06 pm
daddyscythe) wrote in soul_logs2012-06-23 10:06 pm
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- pit,
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[OPEN] June 2012 Intro Log
Characters: OPEN
Where: Inside Shibusen - The Tour
Rating: Gen
Time: March 1 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City! Ignore the sand.
It’s one of those days when the BREW starts making the weird energy readings it gives when about to pull people into Death City. Shibusen prepares the place as usual, setting up their tables, the communicators, and calling for the agents who kindly volunteered every time this happened.
Just before the BREW starts, however, a cloud of sand rolls over the city and covers it in darkness, dust, and wind, going high enough to envelop even Shibusen on top of its normally safe location overlooking the city. The alarms go out, the residents quickly retreat to shelter, and Shibusen...
Needless to say, Shibusen isn’t happy about this, and resignedly prepares the dorms instead.
ooc: Player characters will also be joining the log. Everything after the sub thread Dormitories is open to all characters, and people are free to make their own threads. Please put a header on it: [NAME][LOCATION][OPEN/CLOSE]
Where: Inside Shibusen - The Tour
Rating: Gen
Time: March 1 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City! Ignore the sand.
It’s one of those days when the BREW starts making the weird energy readings it gives when about to pull people into Death City. Shibusen prepares the place as usual, setting up their tables, the communicators, and calling for the agents who kindly volunteered every time this happened.
Just before the BREW starts, however, a cloud of sand rolls over the city and covers it in darkness, dust, and wind, going high enough to envelop even Shibusen on top of its normally safe location overlooking the city. The alarms go out, the residents quickly retreat to shelter, and Shibusen...
Needless to say, Shibusen isn’t happy about this, and resignedly prepares the dorms instead.
ooc: Player characters will also be joining the log. Everything after the sub thread Dormitories is open to all characters, and people are free to make their own threads. Please put a header on it: [NAME][LOCATION][OPEN/CLOSE]
wow what happened to the last letter of my tag up there
frowning uncomfortably now, and leaning back even if it meant lessened visibility again.]
Yes, hello. Could you let go?
it vanished into the abyss
Geez, sorry about that. I'm Pit, thanks for wandering into my path! I'd probably be a goner if you hadn't. [pause, COUGH COUGH MORE SAND IN HIS MOUTH. He pulled the cowl of his tunic up over his mouth and nose...which he really ought to have done earlier.] Do you know where we are by any chance?
goddamn that abyss
You're welcome. [his voice is slightly muffled by the hand he's covering it with, but it's definitely preferable to swallowing sand. luckily his glasses and hair help with guarding other orifices, but he'd still rather get out of this as quickly as possible.] And beyond "somewhere in Death City", no. Perhaps...
[he pauses for a minute, glancing around with narrowed eyes like he's trying to peer through the storm, and then points in one direction where the background behind all the sand looked a bit darker.]
There, that might be a building. Come on. [and just grabbing at what looks like your arm to drag you after him. politeness can come later, this storm sucks.]
/shakes fist at it!!!
Death City? Wait, since when was the Underworld buried in sa- [Aaaaaand movement! Pit stumbled a bit at first, though he eventually found his footing and managed to keep pace with his mysterious benefactor. Although benefactor wasn't quite the word he was looking for, here. Rescuer?
IN ANY EVENT, a particularly nasty sand gust picked that moment to ruffle his feathers in the wrong direction and he shuddered.]
Ow, ow, ow, ow. Sand is the worst! I hope that really is a building up ahead and not some mirage. I've had my fill of illusions and fake-outs. Oh, and you don't need to pull me anymore, I can manage! Mister...sunglasses? Are those sunglasses?
[He lifted a hand to attempt to shield his eyes, but eventually gave up and trudged on with his head down.]
I could use some of those...
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[luckily for them, it really is a building. a private home, it would seem, with a locked door, but the alley between it and the house next door is decent enough shelter for the moment, providing at least some cover from the worst of the wind and sand. he ignored pit's reassurances about his own competence and tugged him along into the space -- last thing he needed was for this guy to get lost in the sand the moment they separated too much.]
That's somewhat better, at least...
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[It was a little undignified to be towed all the way to their temporary shelter but Pit figured it would be stupid to raise objections- about that, anyway. Once they were somewhat situated and his arm was liberated, he removed his laurel wreath crown and tried to shake the sand from his hair.]
I'm going to be washing this stuff out for months. Blech. [Turning to his companion!] Thanks again, Sara...legooey?
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[it's a pretty gentle correction, at least. as much fuss as he's made about not needing any friends here and just generally being a brat, it's hard to forget years of manners and politeness and charm and diplomacy once he's actually face to face with a person.
he lets go to let pit straighten himself out a bit, and finally gets a chance to look over his accidental rescue victim.]
...You're dressed rather interestingly yourself, you know. Are your wings real? [part of him wants to doubt it, but then, he's seen much stranger things in this world.]
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Who, me?
[He raised his eyebrow while continuing to dust off sand- kind of ineffectually, but it kept his hands busy and kept him from thinking too hard about being cut off from Lady Palutena. Why hadn't she answered when he called? Viridi hadn't, either.]
The tunic and sandals look is standard Angel garb. [And because he couldn't resist showing off a tiny bit, he stretched his wings- hey, it got rid of sand- and then folded them back in.] Bona fide, genuine wings, my new friend. [siiiiigh] Except they're useless without a god or goddess around to grant me the power of flight.
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Even if one of those were here, I doubt they would be able to grant you any such thing. Didn't they tell you that BREW takes away any powers one has before dropping them here?
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Call me nuts but I think I missed something. A big something. Or many small somethings strung together.
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Please don't tell me that you just skipped out on the explanation.
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[FEELING GYPPED. WHAT'S THE DEAL.]
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He frowns, and for a minute or so doesn't answer, instead just pulling out his communicator and navigating to the map.]
It's a...long story. [and he doesn't really want to risk the stairs up to shibusen in this storm.] Look, my apartment isn't very far from here, so I'll just explain there. Come on.
and dragging pit once more, using his other hand to keep the map close to his face as he turned back towards the storm.]
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[So it looked like Pit would have to resign himself to being carted around like a piece of luggage. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Though if it meant escaping the storm faster and getting some answers to a few burning questions, he'd deal.]
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There. [and promptly letting go of your arm, you can fend for yourself indoors (hopefully). he shakes his head in a vain attempt to knock loose some of the sand in his hair, and strides over to hit the up button by the elevators.] Come on, it's just upstairs, and I would kill for a brush right now.
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Paradise...all it needs is a hot spring, and we'd be set.
[As he wandered over to join his rescuer by the elevator, his stomach decided to chime in with some noise of its own. Loudly. Realizing just how hungry he was, he slumped against the wall in a rather dramatic fashion.]
Please say there is food. Lady Palutena would've made some appear for me if we had maintained contact with each other, but...
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There's probably food in the apartment somewhere. I couldn't make anything with it, but as long as you're not expecting a warm meal then I'm sure we can find something.
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When it comes to food, I'm a simple kind of guy. As long as you don't give me eggplant or anything tempura-battered, I'm good to go.
[Getting turned into an eggplant and a tempura shrimp will do that to a person. The doors closed and the elevator began to move. Pit managed to stay quiet for all of a few beats before curiosity took over.]
Earlier, you called this place Death City. [absently dusting sand off! poor elevator floor, we knew ye well] But I've been to the Underworld before and it looked nothing like this. Granted, I couldn't see a whole lot to begin with. Thank you, sandapocalypse.
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[ding goes the elevator again and saralegui steps off, gesturing for pit to follow him while he heads towards a door and pulls a key out to unlock it.]
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Another world...well that would explain why I've been cut off from Lady Palutena. [which in and of itself is rather troubling.] What exactly did you mean by the death fixation? Are we talking crazy rituals? Skull masks? Year-round Halloween celebrations?
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[he gets the door open then, and holds it open while he looks back over to pit.] Come in. Don't worry about the sand, I doubt anyone is going to complain, given the situation.
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God. Of. Death.
Do keep holding the door open, though. Pit would come in eventually.]
Hades? Hades is in charge? Since when? That cheating jerk! Where is he? I'll take him on!
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That's not his name. It's likely someone different entirely from whoever you're thinking of from your world. This one is called Death the Kid, I believe. Now come in already or I'll leave you here
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derp late