[Open Log] November Arrivals & Greeters/Protection Force

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Who: New November Arrivals, Greeters, & anyone else who happens to be hanging around the Tower Apartments to greet newcomers.
When: Month of November (Please Specify Date & Time in Thread Header)
Where: The Sector 4 Baseball Diamond, Parking Lot & Lobby of the Tower Apartments
Summary: This is your catch-all one stop log for arrival interactions!

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Tuesday November 8th, 10am | Open to more than one person because of the monsters

[frombanora]

Angeal does not come quietly, his mind is clouded by the instincts of the monsters he had absorbed, of the goal he moved forward to achieve. It was a selfish one, death at the hand of his student, the one who could handle beating the monster he had become, the one he had become even more to prove that he was the torment of the world.

Angeal Penance breaks the late morning quietness at the baseball diamond with its arrival, the monstrous form towering over the pitcher's mound and unsteady on its feet. The final blow had already been struck though, making him weak, the voids furthering that as the effects latch onto him.

The monster collapses onto its front knees, an unearthly sound escaping it as it felt itself being torn apart. One voice spilt into many; one for each part: griffon, ahriman, hound, sahagin, man. Each bore his face as their mark, they are his, but Angeal is weakened but not how he should be.This was not the Lifestream, this was not death; As he raises his head and brilliant blue eyes looked out at what was around

[not_the_dreck]

Asch was patrolling the outskirts of the baseball field as usual, when it suddenly erupted into screams. Monsters didn't exactly come out in the day time, and even he had to pause, eyes widening in surprise. He ripped his sword out of its sheath in the next moment, however, launching himself out onto the field. He didn't care that he wasn't supposed to be on the field -- half the greeters couldn't fight worth a damn anyway.

His sword lashed out as soon as he was close enough, a Fang Blade headed straight for the first monstrosity.

[frombanora]

They do not indeed, and the Angeal copies react to the screams with growls of their own, not going after anyone just yet, held back by the disoriented man kneeling on the diamond, the Buster Sword in hand, strength only exerted to keep the blade from lying in the dirt.

He isn't downed yet, and though he feels heavy and knows he is injured, he doesn't know why.

The screams of the people and monsters around him do rouse Angeal into action though, standing up with a bit of a stagger. "Cease!" If the words to Asch and his attack or to the monsters, it was hard to tell, but they do pull back around the man, save for the flying monster impaled on the redhead's sword.

[not_the_dreck]

Asch flung the monster off of his sword, ignoring it as it landed lifelessly off to the side. He raised his sword to strike at another when he realized they were withdrawing around a single man.

He paused, before holding his sword up to guard, edging forward cautiously. "Are these your monsters?" he demanded.

November 11th, 8:00 AM

[thethingiforgot]

The early morning dawns, and while most people would just be getting out of bed, it seems like some didn't want to leave it, even in other worlds. Still, the Core had other ideas, as there suddenly appears a small, green haired boy, laying on the ground. He was dressed in a simple light green dressing gown, and looked like he had been in the middle of a dream he didn't want to stir from.

Unfortunately, closer inspection paints a very different tale. The young boy is very pale and thin, like he's obviously been suffering from something for quite some time. His breathing is also very labored, and it almost seems like his body is going to give up any minute.

[batmanmecha]

Duo made his way past the diamond on his way to work often. Though it wasn't on the more direct route, when the Core was dropping new people in as it was wont to do every few months, he made a point to check it out just in case some one he knew finally decided to drop it

[thethingiforgot]

The touch made the boy stir, whatever consciousness was left to him seemingly a bit alarmed at having someone so near. He inhaled, but it sounding more like he was breathing through a filter, and he started coughing instantly, flecks of blood flying from his mouth.

[batmanmecha]

"Shit..." Duo swore under his breath, pulling the boy in to a sitting position to keep him from choking on his own blood. He thought to call one of the greeters over for help right then, but he wasn't sure if that was an over reaction yet.

"Come on, try and stay awake, okay? I'm gonna help you as much as I can, kid..."

(ooc: Sorry for the delay. My internet cut out last night. Dx )

November 11, around noon

[regeneratesalot]

Claire groaned, rolling over onto her back. She was in a muddy field, her vision blurred by rain and mud. She wiped at her eyes, wiping her muddy fingers on the grass. She could feel her pulse in her eyes, her limbs heavy. She tried to stand, grimacing when she slipped in the grass. She hardly noticed the rain pounding her body- it wasn't like it would make her sick. Nothing could. And apparently nothung could hurt her, either-

She stood quickly, dizzy but determined. But this place didn't look like the train tracks. She looked up. And rain hadn't been in the forecast for the day, either. She glanced down at her body, her hands feeling for any gaping wounds or broken bones. Nothing, not even blood on her clothing. She felt something in her jacket and opened it up, finding a tablet-like device.

She tried to shield it from the rain as best as she could while trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

[longaevus]

Helen had been scarce, lacking in her Greeter duties a little with the new 'batch' of Newcomers. Today she was out on the field, wondering quite who or when the next arrival would be. Apparently it seemed that it wouldn't be long before that question became answered, judging by the young woman that appeared (and rolled) onto the field.

Making her way over Helen took a quick moment to analyse the situation - disorientation, as usual from the pull of the Core, but seemingly no injuries. She was lucky - many that Helen had seen arrive had been worse than her.

It didn't take long to cross the field and soon Helen was by her, moving her umbrella to shelter the young girl from the rain. "Are you all right?" A relative question, but it would help her to know of any injuries or conditions that Helen couldn't detect by eye. Everyone took to the Port and hearing of it differently and she couldn't help but wonder how this would turn.

[regeneratesalot]

"Yeah, I'm fine." She looked up at Helen. "Where am I? What's going on?" She put the device back in her jacket, holding it close to her body. This woman seemed nice, but she didn't know what to think. Hopefully she'd have some information.

[longaevus]

"You're in a city known as Siren's Port - Canada." Even though Canada had been where Helen had resided for the past several decades she hadn't even heard of it, so don't feel bad to not.

"I'm afraid that I can't quite answer what is going on, however, that's a little unknown to even those that have been here for several years." She gives the girl an apologetic smile.

"My name's Helen. Would you prefer to sit somewhere? What I do know can be a rather long explanation." And shocking.

November 12, 8:20 p.m.

[un_fated]

It was like being forced through the neck of a very small bottle, stuffed and forced until muscle and bone cracked, creaked, split, and at last yielded, spit out with a great gust of air onto the earth.

A man -- a boy? -- dressed in a long, dark cloak thick with dirt and travel dust rolling, hurling over the ground into a dark heap.

No. A woman.

It was a woman who stirred, pushed her head up, balling her fists in the dirt. A woman, dressed in clothing faintly reminiscent of ancient China, male clothing, her hair bound high. She pushed up; the air kicked up suddenly around her, scattering the thick grit like raining sand against the dugout walls.

"Shit . . ."

Not a very ladylike word, but she didn't seem to care. Twisting, her eyes raked across the dugout areas. "Where the hell is this?"

Louder, "Takiko?Her elbows jolted, caught at the point of weakness, almost faceplanting her back into the dust. Her teeth knifed into her lower lip, and perhaps by sheer force of will, she remained with what little bit of upright position

[boundbytreason]

"Don’t move so sharply."

A delicate, darkly gloved hand reached out to settle on the girl’s shoulders with the intention of steadying her. It belonged to a hooded woman enshrouded in a bluish-black robe, which may have seemed more like another silhouetted shape in the Darkness. A gentle smile lightly curved lips sleeked in a violet hue, before she spoke again.

"Everyone that comes here feels like this, including myself," Caster calmly continued in a soothing voice. "But it will pass. Right now, you are in a world separate from your own, so don’t worry about time. Whatever happens here should not affect your original timeline."

[un_fated]

Again, a sudden, sharp gust of air as the woman, startled, flashed her eyes up to the source of the hand. Just as quickly, though, it broke, merely ruffling at the edges of Caster's cloak.

So much for not moving quickly, though; the suddenness of the movement brought a wave of dizziness and the sudden urge to vomit. Uruki locked her teeth against it, biting down into the inside of her cheek until the moment passed. This in itself was no help; the taste of copper trickled onto her tongue.

Time and her timeline were the last things on her mind at that moment. "Who're you?" The words came out sharp; for all she knew, this hooded woman could well have been the one to bring her here.

[boundbytreason]

As the wind grazed the edges of her robe, the brief light of surprise in her eyes went undetected beneath her hood, and only her sedate smile remained visibly unwavering.

"I am Caster," she answered, speaking softly to the poor girl. "I am like you, taken to this world without any knowledge or action on my part. Now it is my duty to inform others who come here about their circumstances."

She allowed for a moment of pause, giving the other some time to ask anything she would like before she launched into her explanation. Sympathy colored her voice with gentle warmth, akin to the treatment one would give a wounded creature. After all, she understood well how it felt to arrive into the City, disoriented and raw with aches and scratches.

open to caster+himawari; others possible but please contact me!

[voudouist]

[Most people were arriving disoriented but at least passably in one piece. Not Hidan. At least all his bits have arrived, but he's coming into the Port just as he was left in the hole Shikamaru dropped him in: blown to countless (why would you want to count those) pieces, his head landing face up and his scythe dropped carelessly in the pile of organs as well.

He stares in blank confusion for a while. He was left in the darkness with earth covering his face, sneaking into his mouth and eyes, trapped. But now there's the sight of the sky. Is he hallucinating? Has he passed on? What's happening?

He's still in pieces. It doesn't seem like Jashin's taken him back.]

... What... what the HELL?

[He's very loud. Hear that, Greeters?

ooc: if you wish to contact me I can be caught on AIM at Sushiflop!]

[controllingluck]

[Oh, she heard it. Himawari was actually out on the dugout, waiting for her second to show up. She had decided to take a bit of time out here at the dugout, checking to make sure it was supplied and ready.]

[Yes, she knows she shouldn't be out here alone. She knows Sephiroth would be annoyed with her for it, but it was still her job and she was trying very hard not to fear it.]

[Besides... how do you fear a screaming head?]

[Wait... --she looked back to the field again, seeing a head? Yelling what the hell? Startled, the girl started off towards the... parts, a hand covering over her open mouth. She looked back to see if her Second was around, before looking back to the head.]

H-hello? [Called out to him, from a short distance because... well... this is really weird.]

[boundbytreason]

[ It didn't take long for Caster to arrive. She was never late, especially where her Greeter's duties were involved. For her, meeting the Newcomers was important in more ways than one. ]

[ As a result, she reaches the dugout just in time to hear a loud man -- and a startled girl looking towards a severed head. The scattered parts of his body gave her heart a start, but there was a more pressing matter to tend first. ]

[ If she could help it, Caster never ran, but she certainly hurried over to the girl's side as fast as she could while walking. Her robe fluttered softly as she suddenly drew one arm around the young lady's shoulders, intending to pull her towards her chest. With her other, darkly gloved hand, she protectively clutched the side of the girl's face to keep it turned away from the grotesque sight. ]

Don't look! [ But it was probably too late. ]

[ Her hooded head turns towards the remaining, conscious piece of the Newcomer. ] As for you, don't be alarmed. We're here to explain your circumstances.

[voudouist]

[He can't look at either of them, since he's... a head, and not very mobile. Hidan remains staring up at the sky, blinking dirt out of his eyes. His voice is still rough when he calls back to them.]

Lady, if you're gonna explain shit then hurry it the fuck up!