sirenspull | April 19th, 2012

April 19th, 2012

[In front of the camera, Flonne sits with a pair of chocolate eggs wrapped in foil. One of them is partially eaten.]

I meant to ask about this earlier, but it sort of slipped my mind. Humans, they really have a holiday celebrating a rabbit that lays eggs? And the eggs are chocolate? I don't think that this holiday is on the same level as Love Day in February. That holiday was the best one ever. Oh, but I like Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day too, because I like chocolate. But really, it seems like a strange thing to celebrate. I suppose there really is a lot I don't know about the Human World. Living among humans, and human-like people, is so wonderfully fascinating.

[She holds up a picture. It is clearly of someone in an Easter Bunny costume, vibrant pink with a goofy smile on its face.]

But this one is just strange. Bunnies aren't suppose to lay eggs. I have my own pet bunny that I love a lot and she doesn't lay eggs! Do you Admiral Fluffycakes?

[The picture is dropped as a real rabbit is lifted into the range of the camera. It sits docile, perhaps too scared of its owner to try and get away.]

Although that's just a temporary name. I can't decide on one. I was originally thinking of naming her Lady Fluffy, High Priestess of the Exalted Order of Angelic Fury, but not only was that too long of a name, but I'm also not sure that she is really fit to be a priestess anyway. Plus, I don't really feel fury very often. If anyone can think of a good name for a rabbit, then please tell me! Ah...I sort of got off track, didn't I? Anyway, it might have been a roundabout way of saying it, but I think that so far out of the human holidays I've experienced, that Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day is vastly inferior to Love Day. I look forward to the next holiday!

[She pets Admiral Fluffycakes for a moment before the feed fades out.]

duomaxwell

[This video feed turns on to not a person, but a view of some one's only slightly furnished bedroom. There are still boxes about, a few things not quite put away, and the bed is a bit of a mess as well.

Eventually Duo sits down in front of his NV, looking... decidedly unhappy. The post isn't locked at all. It's open to everyone, and there's obviously a reason for that.

He scratches at the back of his short hair, letting out a quiet sigh before finally speaking.]

Claire Bennett is gone... again...

[There's an odd nose in his voice, morose sounding, almost like he intends to go on with his thought but decides against it at the last minute.]

I uh--... [a pause to clear his throat] Helen, I can take Mr. Muggles... in case she comes back.

[That note to his voice again. Call it a feeling, weird intuition, whatever. He just isn't so sure she's coming back this time. Maybe it's better that way. Who knows. He doesn't say it, though. He could just as easily been wrong. Wouldn't be the first time, right?]

Anyway... guess if anyone needs me for anything or whatever... I'm living at Uzushio now.

[He sighs, dropping his hand to his lap and looking away. It's the same as all the other weird pauses, though - whatever is on his mind, he isn't saying it out loud. He moves out of frame again and the feed shuts off a few seconds later.]

theosen

[ The sun has finally set, and when the video opens, its to the pitch black gloom of a decaying city from a rooftop in Sector One. Monsters rove the streets in packs, each more grotesque than the last, and it seems as though the one recording them is only all too fascinated with their destructive capabilities.

Finally, a voice like age-old gravel addresses the scene below, a dark silhouette only just now made visible as he perches on the edge of a rooftop. ]

The world unwinds again.

[ He gestures with a clawed hand, his tone only growing darker the longer than he speaks. ]

Forever lending itself to chaos and destruction, not even the souls of the damned have a say in what manner they are to exist.

Humanity's struggle against the tide of time is pointless, a meaningless effort that bears only the light of death, the inevitable end of a once untainted world. As worthless as they are destructive, their existence is but a cancer.

[ A dark shape drops down suddenly, attempting to latch onto the speaker. Jerking about, his eyes glowing a blistering white, he all but tears the Death Squid off him, its body ripped to shreds by a powerful unseen force.

Turning his gaze towards the NV, there's an almost mad sort of gleam there, a fury that will not abate. ]

You have twenty-four hours before I raze this city to the ground.

Fight me, if you dare.

[ He vanishes then, and the feed cuts off. ]

[ ooc: Another for the 7DS Plot, Proxy One has been hit with Wrath. Obviously, he won't actually get to destroy the city (Alucard will stop him, I think), but if you want to encounter a wrathful Proxy? Just be warned, he won't be playing nice. ]

soldierfirst

[The feed opens to...black. The palm of a glove, in fact; the glove pulls away a moment later, the hand having been employed in the task of positioning the NV for broadcast. What it shows is a clean, modern conference room; anyone who has been a guest of Violet Systems will likely recognize the decor of its facilities. Sephiroth comes into view a moment later, dressed in his uniform and looking every inch the General that he is as he sits in a chair to face the recording.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. [A pause, the kind that's calculated to make sure the attention of the audience has been grasped.] I come to you with a request.

By now, many of you may have seen or heard about Mister Chaolan's idea, to coordinate a convention for the Newcomer owned and run businesses here in the Port. I am pleased to confirm that this event will be happening this coming weekend. [Another pause, and a hint at something that could maybe sort of be a smile, but is gone too quickly for it to truly be called one.] This is where you come in, those of you who might be interested.

I am looking for a few good men and women who would be willing to act in the capacity of security for the event itself. If there are any interested parties, please contact me so that I may evaluate your suitability to the task. [And there it is, an actual smile. ~~Someone was obviously trained for this sort of thing.~~] I look forward to it.

[ooc: coordination for security for the event is here. Coordination for the event itself is here.]

12second_orz

[Any viewers couldn’t be blamed for not recognising the Tonegawa who appears on screen. Yes, he’s wearing his trademark smirk- but today it seems an accessory to the rest of his appearance.

He’s most certainly in his office and it’s most certainly early morning, but that hasn’t stopped him from putting on a pair of dramatic dark shades. He also seems to have traded his usual charcoal suit for a grey that at a glance only seems to be a shade lighter but which, as he moves to remove his shades, catches the light with an almost pearly sheen. The shirt underneath is black, the tie a striking scarlet- and on it glints a tie pin, silver with a flash of what could easily be a diamond.

Tonegawa himself seems in a similarly extravagant mood, giving a deep, knowing chuckle as he addresses the screen, and one gets the impression the delay was solely for the purpose of demonstrating his latest acquisitions.]

One man’s disappearance is another’s emergence. Karma can be a wonderfully accommodating mistress, you know. [His tone is at once conversational and (condescendingly) schoolmasterly, as if what his saying is patently obvious to anyone with a brain and he’s simply being generous enough to translate for everyone else.

He smiles broadly.] As matters stand now, I’d say that I’ve finally been recouped everything I’m owed- metaphorically speaking, of course. [directed firmly at those of you who owe him money still] A man such as myself deserves so much more than the common run; it seems only just that it should catch up with me at long last after the year I’ve had. The best for the best, you might say. And I’m undeniably the best- though I’m sure some might suggest otherwise. Their ignorance can’t be helped, I suppose, blind though it is. I’ve hardly been given the opportunity to prove myself.

Speaking of which [and the smile turns distinctly competitive]- would anyone be interested in a poker night at some point in the future? Just a little get-together for a few likeminded individuals- assuming you can handle defeat, of course.

mostbeautiful

[Dorian glares into the camera, long and hard.]

Someone has been in my room.

WHO'S BEEN IN MY ROOM? I'LL GO TO THE DAMN CONSTABLE IF I HAVE TOO! THIS IS A BLOODY OUTRAGE!

[He storms across the room, pacing in a circle. He kicks a chair which falls over.]

When I find out who... I'll...

[Feed cuts out.]