sirenspull | November 19th, 2012

November 19th, 2012

[The voice is unrecognizable. Or at least it would be, beyond to a few select people. Soft, serene, young. And yet so full of conviction, in that tender way, that maybe it isn't just the voice of a young woman.]

What does fair mean to you? Equality... Equally spent love, cherishment for every child? Who would rather be abandoned by their only parent, than to have them waiting there with open arms for all eternity? Doesn't seem like a hard question. [Every word that dripped from her lips sounded more like a threat than any sort of query.]

Is it wrong to protect that which you love? That you brought into this world in whatever form... How could you not love them, even in the after life.

Hello, Siren's Port.

thepull_mods

Monday, November 19th 2012

Weather High wind warning still in effect. Cloudy with periods of rain, tapering off to a few showers in the evening. High 9°C and a low of 6°C (48°F / 46°F)

Current Moon Phase: Waxing Crescent

Morning sirens go off at 8:34 am, and evening sirens are at 5:21pm.

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- Morning Talk Show Radio Caller Curses Listeners With ’A Bad Day’
Radio listeners of a popular AGI morning show may want to beware today, as their fortunes may take a dramatic turn for the worse. Following a dispute over the correct answer to a daily trivia call-in question live on the air, a second anonymous caller from an unlisted NV number, presumably a black magic practitioner, hexed all listeners to ‘The Miserable Monday To Out-Gloom all Mondays’.

Did her curse work? The radio hosts, seemingly unruffled by this threat, have offered a prize pair of Season Hockey Tickets for tomorrow’s caller with the most “Terrible Tuesday Tale” of a Miserable Monday.
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faking

[The video is moving, when it comes on; it's being set aside. It blurs past legs (and torn stockings, a sock slid down a calf, and raspberried bruises), the owner of which seems to be sitting on a curb. When it's settled, it's clear the NV's been nestled in grass, so there are a couple of blades poking into view. But across the way is what's important: a family of small ducks waddling round a fountain. People are walking all around - you can hear them, their chatters and leather toe taps - and children are pulled away from the birds' paths by the quick hands of their mothers. Not many people are leisurely.

Alois' voice is, though, when he speaks.]

Someone from home, come and fetch me, will you? Bring handkerchiefs, and I want to stop for an ice cream come before we go back.

[There's a great sniff, which sounds a little gruesome. In the camera's peripheral, his foot shifts.]

Here is what I learned today, for those who might be none the wiser. I don't think the concept of defending anyone or anything is really real. I think, when it comes down to it, we see something we don't like so we get pissed off.

It's the truth, but it sounds a lot less pure than saying you're defending justice or friends or your good causes, huh?

[He laughs, too, the sound a little biting. A spray of shredded lettuce leaves arches over the camera, and flutters down a little ways a way. Some ducks start to talk and come clamoring for it. Alois shuts off his NV.]

mediumdrip

Hello my fellow Newcomers!

Tim, Kurt and I were talking about putting together a Thanksgiving dinner.

Who's interested in coming? We need to know how much food to get, or maybe we could have a pot luck?

I have so much I'm grateful for this year. I can't wait to share it with all of you.

ofthursday

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

returnsmagic

[ The video starts out, as usual, after dark, the city's lights giving its usual whimsical yet stark lightning. Aurican's NV floats, trailing behind the massive horned and scaly head as Aurican walks down an apparent empty street. He doesn't look at the NV but straight ahead. Once or twice the gold lets out a puff of flame almost casually that incinerates a flying beast aiming toward his head.

Aurican is feeling the years beating down on him again. To those more familiar to the expressions of a dragon, he is visibly tired. He continues to walk, the NV following him closely, propelled by Aurican's magic.

At last he speaks: ]

My kind was the first race to be created, carved out in metals in godly might. Some fell wayside and turned corrupted and hateful like the chromatics; others remained bright and righteous, such as metallics as myself. We made out our own territories and watched the spirits of the stars fall and become other races, such as humanity. (Or so the tales are told.)

Power was - is - something that my kind held. A differing kind of power, yet somehow I managed to make that power available to all the peoples in my world. It is a natural resource, so to speak.

Which is why power here is so baffling here. So much so that I dare not use my more powerful magics here, for I fear of tearing this island apart. Other powers are mundane but still influential - such as our esteemed governor, or the CEOs of the two major corporations.

In someways, it reminds me of a certain song I once heard on the radio:

What's a mob to a king?
What's a king to a god?
What's a god to a non-believer?

(Even if the song wasn't very good, I thought those particular verses were very wise.)

[ Just as casually, Aurican steps on a ragged-looking Darkness dog and casually breaks its spine mercifully. ]

And how does one wield power, I wonder? Sly and carefully? Boasting and in constant use? Or don't use it at all?