sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: ahiru

_{[The feed starts with a sickening crack of a clam shell being smashed against a rock, long fingers prying the shell open with ease. The poor clam is scooped out of its shell and eaten immediately before the shell is tossed carelessly away into the sea water. Syrena's hair is wet and windswept and she tucks part of it behind an ear, scraping a nail against the surface of the rock she's leaning on. Part of her golden tail can be seen for a moment as she lifts it up to splash some water on her back before letting it fall back into the sea water behind her.

She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]}

There is something I do not understand.

_{[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]}

There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.

Their ritual seemed sacred.

_{[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]}

But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.

I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.

How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.

_{[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]}

If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.

askedtobe

[ Anonymous and untraceable, Peter has a question. ]

If you had the option to give someone back their past, would you? Even at a detriment to yourself?

mulletrock

[Dean's showing a different side of himself to the Port today with his charm full on in effect and no beer in his hand or irritated look on his face.

He's not usually on the network, and stays in his own circle but after a while of living off of hustling and bets on the side he's finally figured out if he wants perks he actually needs to get a job.]

Hey. My name is Dean Winchester, I don't make an appearance on this thing very often but I've been here for a few months and I've got the greeter gig so I might've run into some of you on the field once or twice before.

I'm lookin' for work. Somethin' that'll help me bring in the groceries and get somethin' nice for my apartment.

Let me know if you've got any positions available and we'll get t'know each other better.

[Dean goes to turn off his NV but winds up putting it on holo. You can see him sit down to eat some late night tacos and watch him fold his laundry. He starts in on cleaning his guns when he sees the light still blinking.]

-- How the hell?

[He picks up his phone and flips it open and closed a few times.]

Friggin' piece of crap.

[The rifling and attempts to turn it off go on for a few more minutes before the screen goes dark.]

Why couldn't this place leave my phone the way it was?

[The audio disconnects and the feed is completely gone.]

paterelohim

[Chuck looks, in a word, busted. His face is tense and stressed, gelled hair messy from the wind. When he backs away from the NV it's obvious that he's posting from the top of a cliff, and seemingly hasn't noticed that it's almost time for evening sirens. He looks down solemnly, unsure how to make his announcement.]

As of Wednesday, Anna Milton is dead. [He killed her. His hands twist his shirt nervously.] If you were in Sector Four that day and saw a weird flash of bright white light- that was her.

[The smallest tense sigh.]

She's gone, and if there's any mercy left here, she won't come back the way she was. Fred hasn't come back, either, and they're far from the only ones.

[He takes a deep breath and then, a little unusually for him, looks up and right into the camera, silhouetted by the last rays of sunset.]

And there's something I think I need to say. A lot of people wonder what the point is to being here- between this much loss, so many comings and goings, and the constant knowledge that going home means forgetting the Port, you wonder if there's even a point to being here- to trying. Why does it matter, you think, if nothing here changes what happens at home.

[Chuck is making a speech here, but it has an almost pleading note. It's as genuine as it is personal.]

But if you've been here for more than a week, if you've met a single other person here and told them your name, then you've done something. If you've made a friend here or an enemy or looked someone in the eye and told them a truth you didn't think you knew, then you've done something. Maybe the epiphany you had or the feelings you expressed don't last when you go home, but the person you connected with- they'll remember. Even if you vanish tomorrow, you left a mark behind.

I lost people this week who are really important to me- one person from home who needed a second chance, and an amazing woman from a world I'll never get to see. If she comes back she might not know me- I'll never see that version of her again. That doesn't invalidate the year she spent here. It happened, and it matters, partly because she made a difference to everyone she met. She wasn't afraid to really live here.

[He falls silent for a moment, looking out over the cliff-side at the setting sun. It's getting hard to see him now in the twilight.]

Everyone you meet here is in the same boat you are. If you keep losing people here or you learn things about your future you wish you didn't know... Whether you're getting a second chance or if you're someone else's second chance- whatever the case may be, you owe it to the people around you and to yourself to try and do something with it.

Because even if you get sent home and you forget, the one thing you will never be... is forgotten.

laurice

[Everyone should have a lovely view of Larry lying in a dumpster, holding his NV up. Yes, complete with stinking trash and icky things. His clothes are ripped and torn and stained in several places, the stains ranging from dirt and mud to dried blood. His hair is tousled and clearly hasn't been washed in ages. And of course, his face is a little scratched and very dirty.

He abruptly sits up with a clatter of garbage; his eyes are wide with shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. With two heads.]

Aaaaaaaah! I'm alive! [He screams the words as if he was standing several meters away.] I can't believe I'm alive, guys! Oh man, the last thing I remember was being hunted and...and...

[Larry practically presses his filthy face into his NV, continuing his rant.]

I was dead! For real! I died and then I woke up in this dumpster! What was that all about?! [He glances down at his clothes. The only thing that is intact and clean is his orange pendant, of course. Then he sniffs. When something smells...] Why does it always have to be me?!

[While clutching the NV, he heaves himself out of the dumpster - and falls flat onto the pavement.] Owwww...by the way, does anyone know how to use a halberd? Y'know, those long ax things?

[OOC: Larry was actually killed during the Newcomer Hunt, but thanks to a certain little cat/rabbit thing that grants wishes ~~and thanks to Auste being a doofus~~, he's alive again and no one ever knew he was six feet under for a while, ahahaha.]

maddeninghatter

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]

treehopping

[With the second hunt and the worrying implications aside Rue almost held back from this... but having something else to focus on is actually a blessing.]

Does anyone know about the cave at Crow's Head beach...? I heard something lives in there.

[[OOC: 1st ic oppurtunity to get your kiddies involved in the Goonies/Cave exploration plot! Details here for characters and anyone interested in being an npc baddie.]]

showbizpanache

[Kurt is usually pretty composed when he posts on the network, but not this time. He looks frantic, exhausted and frankly ill. His head is in his hands, his fingers gripping his usually impeccably-styled hair as he speaks without looking at the camera.]

All of you, please.

Please don't do this. I'm begging you. There has to be something else, there--there just has to be.

[In case it isn't clear what he's talking about... :c]

integrity

[There is an odd spectacle sitting in a park.

It appears to be Ahiru, sitting on bench. She seems to be frowning critically at her NV, though as she adjusts it, it becomes very apparent that something is very wrong.

For starters, there is a quarter empty bottle of scotch sitting next to her.

For another, there is a pistol in her lap.

And last, but not least, when she speaks, it's in a rather harsh (somewhat drunk) attitude.

Oh, let's not forget that it's with a British accent.

That's important.]

For the information of all those that I care about, I am currently trapped within the body of a little girl, because God has decided to play a lovely little trick on me. Until the moment that I am put within my host again, I have a series of requests. And as the resident ruler of the realm, you should give listening a shot, idiots.

[And Ahiru curls her fingers around the neck of the bottle.]

One, my dog needs to come here. Two, no one touches my things without the express permission of yours truly, else I will handle you personally. And third, Castiel needs to come bring me home, now, because if one more homeless man attempts to abduct me, I am going to rack up a body count that will rival World War II.

[There is a quiet pause, as she glances down at his pistol, before -- ]

And can someone fetch me a decent gun? This one appears to be made in China and we all know what good those mass-manufactured pieces of shit are.

[And the feed ends.]

carryonmywaywardson

[Backdated to this morning.]

[The video belongs to one Ben Braeden. It kicked on with some kid laughing, heavy toned in his voice and so not Ben. It then got tossed to the side, lodged into a tree root, which is half blocking the video.]

[You can see, at a sideways video glance, little Ben. Sitting on the ground, one shoe missing, sock dirty, jeans ripped at the knee and a hand holding his bloody nose, eyes glaring darkly over his hand.]

[Someone can be heard, just barely, laughing. Something else might be a muffled voice (the speaker is in the ground) about “...not your girl, so back off. She doesn’t need no Norm tainting her perfection.” Someone else laughs. “Why not run home and play with mommy? Oh wait, you can’t. You’re stuck here and she’s not. Haha, for the best. She’d be whoring herself to AGI fast I bet--”]

[The words were cut off as Ben suddenly got up, hands grabbing the ground, pulling himself up and dashing off camera. Yeah, someone just got tackled. There’s a few yells of cheering or booing friends (of the other boy) and then a foot can be seen coming in and kicking the device. Turning it off.]

-------

[It comes back on, inside a wooden cabin, and Ben is sitting there, glaring. He thought this was private to Dean, but the NV is faulty right now. He sniffed, rubbing a wrist over his nose. Seems to have been a bit since this was posted.]

You need ta come pick me up. I’m not stayin’ here. [so hard a glare, and he sniffs again, rubbing his poor nose. The scruffy kid glances off to the side and mumbles]

They said they wanna talk to you, or something.

[The video flickers and the screen weaves a bit, then he grumps, tapping it with his hand] Can I just walk home?

[[Feel free to reply to him. He'll reply back while waiting for someone to get him, which could be a while.]]

ella_of_frell

[ Apparently, while it's raining cats and dogs outside, Ella is sitting at a table with her head on her hands in the dining room today, the NV resting open in front of her. Distantly the sound of banging is heard, some chatter and suchlike. Ella opens her mouth to address the network. ]

I can handle the banging and all, that's just a necessary evil. But the pa-thetic pick up lines are just embarrassing. I feel terrible, but I actually laughed at that poor man working on the office in the back, and now he can't even look at me. [ It's not her fault! "Hey, you come here often?" is not an appropriate line when the person lives there! Before she can say anything further, Hattie's voice intrudes. ]

Ella~! Wine! ... please.

[ Ella responds thusly. By placing her hands on the table and keening in the most IRRITATING whiny voice she can muster. ]

But I don't -waaaaaaaaanna- get uuuuuuuuuuup! Why do I have to do EEEEEEVerythiiiiiiiiiiing! It's not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiir, why can't you get it yourseeeeeeeeeeeeelf. You're right theee-

[ Thankfully, Hattie cuts her off. ]

Not *THAT* kind of wine! REGULAR Wine! NOW. Please.

[ Ella jerks to her feet automatically, but she's laughing, under her breath. It was worth a shot. She's spitting in the wine though. She's taking the NV with her too. ]

I'm amazed she said "please". In case you're curious, we're getting some major remodeling done on the house. Expensive, but worth it in the end. [ Considering the alternative was losing a room she had been using for her own little sanctuary. ]

Word of advice. If you get some remodeling done, avoid Crazy Eddy's Construction - he shows up at the door in a /chicken suit/. A giant. Chicken suit.

thehighcost

[As you've probably seen with the weather, someone very powerful is upset. It's not really a conscious decision of hers to reach out and manipulate the weather into something that fits her mood, but if anyone asks, it's always her decision. But anyone with abilities that could sense supernatural things, would know that it was not a natural storm. It all had a tang to it. Once again, she finds herself sitting on a roof with wind whipping her hair around, and rain falling around her.]

Destiny has left the island. [Destiny was never gone from anywhere, much like she was never gone from anywhere. But it was different, to have a part of you invested in a specific place, so much so that you kept a large part of your physical form in the port, whether you wanted to or not.]

I'm sure he'll miss everyone, in his own way. But I just wanted to let everyone know that if you don't see him around, it's not because he's ignoring you.

[She was so sad. It wasn't like when Dream gave himself up; it wasn't like that at all. But it still felt like the loss of a family member. She was going to miss being able to go somewhere and see him every day.]

Sorry for the weather. It fits my mood.

[And she's done.]

astralling

Hi.

[Prue looks less than stellar- eyes slightly rimmed with red, makeup just barely smudged enough to indicate that she was probably crying a while ago, or came close recently. She's frustrated and has a small smear of ash on one cheek.]

Does anyone have any experience with their magic or- or powers from home not working right here?

I can't make any spell work. I've tried everything I can, and almost nothing I've done since I came here has done anything but almost destroy my ceiling.

[She makes an almost painfully frustrated noise in her throat, teeth on edge and eyes watering angrily.]

This is ridiculous, I'm stronger than this.

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?]

secretlabtech

Hello, Siren's Port. I heard you like questions, and you haven't been asked nearly enough recently. So I have a question for you. Think carefully about it, now. When do you think killing someone is justifiable? -DD
[ Dexter is bored thumbing through records at work, and found out how to send anonymous texts. Not having someone to kill is making him antsy, and this is just a good way to have a little fun--and maybe illuminate some people to him who could stand a little closer scrutiny. Maybe he'll even find a playmate~

Edit 07/08 OOC: Apologies for the delay, I've been on hiatus.]

surgicalshot

[He meant to turn this on voice, but he's so used to video that he puts it on that. Tenma doesn't notice it at first; he looks worried, even a little scared. He's sitting in the cafeteria of the hospital, but his place of food is untouched, and he looks like a mess.]

I...I'm unsure of what to do with a problem I have. It's not really something I can let everyone know, but I...

[He stops, looking down at his NV. He realizes then that it's on video, and he attempts a smile, but it doesn't seem to really work.]

There's so much good in this city. I know so many people who are honest, decent people. But then there's people who hurt just for the sake of hurting. They think that the lives of some people are worth more then others. That's what those people did, when they manufactured that virus. They thought... [He breaks off, sucking in a breath.]

Has anyone been forced to make a decision that they don't think is right? But when I mean forced, it's being given a choice between two things, both of which aren't good. You don't have to do it, but if you don't do it, it could have consequences for people.

This is almost worse then back home...

I guess I...don't know what to do. I took an oath to help people. That's what we as doctors do. I never signed up to hurt anyone, that's not what I would ever want to do.

[This text is added to the bottom of his post a few hours later.]

( Story is under an IC cut )

fridgetothefire

[The view is tilted, oddly angled even for an accidental recording; the NV has a slanted perspective on a long-panel bathroom mirror. The tile and stall doors in the background are fairly recognizable as the standard layout and building materials in the Underground Mall.]

( OOC cut for blood. )

ETA: After a few minutes, she curses in Russia and cuts the feed, but the curious or concerned can still call her back.

summing_it_up

[Hiccup is busy. It's not often one gets to see him so engrossed in doing things. He appears to be threading something together, maybe even reinforcing the edge of the saddle that usually stays on the dragon's back. As a few more stitches are made, he stops, checking over his work.

It's not long before the Viking boy will find himself with company. A large black shape slinks in behind him, large green eyes glancing over at the NV-rock before the dragon peers over at Hiccup.

The boy doesn't appear to notice, muttering to himself as he goes back to sewing.

Toothless peers over his arm for a few seconds, then pulls back. It's not long before he does so again, this time having come around the other side.

Without looking up, Hiccup wrinkles his nose.]

Toothless– hey. What are you–

[Green eyes glance to one side, then the other.]

–I'm sorta in the middle of finishing this–

[Big green eyes stare at him a moment before Toothless pulls his head back again. Maybe he's leaving Hiccup alone to finish up?

Seconds pass as Hiccup blinks, checking either side once more. Although slightly puzzled, he eases himself back into his sewing.]

...Okay. Good boy.

[It's several minutes before the dragon reappears. This time he settles his chin over Hiccup's head. From here he watches a while, and it becomes apparent just how comfortable he's gotten as he yawns and closes his eyes.

And as Hiccup finds himself hunched under the weight of the dragon's head, he sighs. This makes sewing impossible.]

Really?

deductives

A hounding color, silver's lesser sister Has a breath along the way, a cease. This public chariot yields a final pause Like Schubert did in older annuals. But this cross borne hit more than a note sooner: And its travels are Frosted in path. So another Gothamite leaves us with more questions than answers. I'm not sure if anyone could call themselves friends with Mr. Nygma, but he's gone, regardless. This was found carved into a table in his flat. He could have left a harder one, to be honest. And yet, perhaps he's better off than us.[And that's the closest he'll get to publicly acknowledging recent affairs.]Feel free to solve it yourself.

pullsheavendown

[Roxas is kicking back at the just-closed S.S. Kahve tonight, hours after Grellzilla's rampage is over.

All the customers have been shooed out to get home before the siren rings and the darkness spreads, but there's no harm in enjoying an after-shift cup of java.]

So does anyone know what that storm was about earlier? Or...I dunno, some people said it was a monster, but I haven't seen pictures or anything. And there was something about flying cows. [He sounds skeptical. Yeah Keigo, he doubts you.] Whatever it was, I hope people are okay.

Anyway, we had kind of a slow day today—I guess storm-monster-whatevers make people nervous enough they don't want to get jittery on caffeine too. So in the shop we started reading our horoscopes and comparing them and I want to know—are these really real at all?

I know the writer's supposed to have a special power or something, but come on. "You need to climb out of the rut you've fallen into." What if I haven't fallen into a rut, what then? And everyone born around that time supposedly has the same problems? And the rest is really vague. And everyone's got personal problems. It doesn't take a lot of insight to put that in a horoscope.

Has anyone ever gotten anywhere from paying attention to these things and following their advice?