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Sunday, July 22nd 2012

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23 [Video]

[integrity]

[When the video feed turns on, Crowley is examining a pair of handcuffs. They appear extraordinarily normal, save for the fact that Crowley is in what appears to be a sex shop, and he appears pretty pleased with himself.

He's been back in town for about three hours -- and he hasn't told anyone. No, he wants to savor it -- to revel in the fact that he has won. He did it. He, and no one else, managed to win the game that is Life. Screw the Winchesters, screw Castiel, screw everyone, he managed what no one else did.

He beat the Leviathan.

So why not enjoy himself a little? And, true to form (though perhaps much happier than the Port is used to), Crowley tosses the NV the most insufferably lazy smirk known to mankind.]

I will have you all know that I have official documentation, signed by several important people that you should all care about, stating that I am now the ruling king of Canada.

[He is completely and utterly serious.]

I accept fruit baskets and fine liquor as tribute. Anyone who attempts to give me flowers or honey will be shot and fed to the dogs.

[Didn't you miss him, Siren's Port?]

01 | Accidental Video

[littlestbee]

[ Accidental post | Video ]
Niche? [ Most likely, one of his fingers had accidentally brushed by a few buttons and turned it on. Whoever is unlucky to see this will get a rather nausea-inducing view of the world (blurry fabric and shoes) bumping up and do, hearing small but loud footsteps (boots), as well as a child’s voice (definitely a boy’s, but one who still has growing to do.) ]

Steak? Where are you? [ Somewhat more frantic. ] Niche and Steaak!!! [ His words aren’t making much sense, are they. ] Shout if you can hear me!

[ The horrible bumping finally stops, and there’s only the sound of quick breaths being drawn in and out. ] Where is this, anyway…Siren’s Port isn’t on my map— [ A pause. ] “good luck with the darkness”?

[ For the first time, he appears to notice what’s in his hand. There is a brief glimpse of white hair stuffed messily under a cap with strands popping out everywhere, a pair of amber-coloured eyes, and a mouth drawn in a bemused frown before the view returns to the ground. ] I wonder why I had this. [ He flips it back up, as if considering what to do with it. ]

Hello? [ He speaks rather loudly, probably assuming the NV is an intercom or something. ] I’m Lag Seeing! I’m a Bee from Yuusari and I’m looking for someone. Niche—she’s a girl with golden hair and sea-blue eyes. She’s with Steak—he’s an animal we picked up and his mouth is as big as him.

I…they…if anyone who can hear this has seen them, please let me know! Thank you and nice to meet all of you!

[ The boy finally tucks it into his coat, the communicator going dark and rustling against his clothing. ] …find both f’you soo— He takes a few more steps, and then at that point even the sound fades away to nothingness. ]


[ ooc: This is a late, late first post. But here I am, finally getting things underway ]

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[doeswhathewants]

[He's sitting on a swing in the park, eyes downcast, expression somber for once.]

Youko has returned to her world.

Yes, yes, life is not fair, we are toys to any being with more power than us and let me tell you, it sucks. What is the purpose of being here and- and liking people only to have them taken away and forgotten when one leaves?

Aside from a very scant few of you, there is not likely a chance we shall ever meet again. So whatever is the point of trying only to- to feel this.

And to be held at the whim of not only the Core, but the Natives. I should think it proper they who remain and whose friends and family remain feel a bit of misery, too. It will be coming.