sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: ahiru

[Oh hey, it's Hiccup. 'Sup. It looks like he's partially distracted, but he glances over at the NV.]

So. I know it's late, and not many people care, but...I've been thinking. And yeah, lots of people think stuff, that's nothing new. [He pauses, looking down at something for a moment.] But...this one's kinda, I dunno, important? Because...I totally missed the actual anniversary date of my arrival– well, re-arrival. Here.

[Pause. A glance back at the device.]

Which wasn't a fun day, by the way...

[As he trails off, he looks down again, squinting this time.]

...Roll out your dough. Make sure you set oven to 400 degrees.

[It's at this point that a large black shape obstructs the screen, fogging it up with a snort before the whole thing shudders. When Toothless pulls his head back, the camera's been compromised, now showing more of the counter where Hiccup works with...pizza dough?]

Hey, Toothless– [Hiccup snorts, shaking his head as he continues reading:] Flatten to...edges of the pan–

[The dragon looks from Hiccup to the blobby substance on the tray, then pulls himself up so he can set down both fore~~paws~~claws on the thing.

The boy gapes, staring at the now-flattened dough before looking at his dragon buddy.]

...I really hope your hands were clean.

[Blinking large green eyes, Toothless peers down at his paws, lifting them (and revealing slightly dingy, doughy clawprints). He immediately slips them back past the edge of the table, looking at Hiccup as his mouth quirks to one side in that awkward, gummy smile of his.

After they maintain this silence for a bit, Hiccup gives a resigned sigh.]

Eh, this wouldn't be the worst thing I've eaten.

faking

And? How did you present-day types like my era? Hardly, I'll bet. Don't worry, I agree with you. All things considered, it was shit. That is, unless you were wealthy and well-respected, but even then, I'd be sad to miss plug-in night lights and Angry Birds and ModCloth. Actually, even here was a little forward of when I came from... A little west, too. [Though his Queen's English surely gave that away already.

Alois is all dressed up to go out, just doing up the gold buttons on a winter coat as he stands in front of the NV.] I hope you all understand, [he says, chin tilted down to watch his fingers, and a little bit solemnly,] how lovely we can have it here.

Ciel should be home soon. [His head's up again, and he tugs his coat down to straighten it, and then reaches out of frame. There's a rustling, and when his hands are back in view, they're holding a bouquet of white roses and baby's breath.] I'm going to see him now, and he's feeling better. Should get some cookies from the kitchen before I go... [Cos fuck hospital rules on food. He'll probably end up getting in trouble with the nurses... He reaches out to switch off the video, but pauses to add: ]

Times like these we get our hands dirty, don't we?

faking

Hello, hello. Well, obviously it's been Christmas decorating time for a while, now, and I've been doing my share. The main Christmas tree is my favorite yet, I think. I'm not done putting stuff on it... It's covered in strawberries and butterflies, though, and streamers, and the tree topper is koalas! It's not very traditional, this year, but that's because I took all of the angel decorations and put them in Sebastian's room. I thought they suited each other better. Ahhh, I need help with the rest of the house, though, so someone had better volunteer...

Anyway, show me your trees, too, will you? It doesn't matter what you consider the Christmas spirit to be, you've got to get into it. Sure, it's a little gaudy, but once a year isn't so bad, is it? And speaking of which, we'll be having a Christmas party soon, in just a few days. From what I know, Ciel would like to see such faces as Doctor Yumeno's and Miss Amy Sorel's, and I'm hoping my Lady Alouette will drop by, Yosuke too, and - [He laughs.] One Mister Crowley is welcome, also. And I know Ahiru wanted people over, probably just about everyone who loves her, which I'm sure will be enough to eat us out of house and home, for at least a little while. I look forward to Gil's exhausted face. Anyway! Obviously, if you work for Funtom, you're invited too. Oh, this is ridiculous, I don't know why everyone just doesn't come over, I don't think it'd make any difference. We'll have music and wine and maybe ice skating, I think I want ice skating. What do you think?

Ahhh, okay, invitations are out of the way. Hot coffee and paper snowflakes time. [Motormouth! Has he been having coffee already??? But he slows down and shuts up, now, at least.]

princeofpictionary

[ Despite some of the events that had gone on the past few days, Prince Soma still seems to be his usual upbeat self. It's December, his BFF just had a birthday, it's snowed a few times this month - a type of weather that still amazes him - and to top it all off, he's been learning so much about this upcoming holiday known as Christmas. He'd known of it slightly from back home, at least from the religious stand point, but he's recently become acquainted with all the other little festive bits that have become associated with it over the years. Santa, elves, reindeer, presents, candy canes...

Oh! And one other special thing... ]

I made Christmas cards!! Did everyone get them?!!

[ The answer to that should be 'NO' since - fortunately for some of you - Soma hasn't quite met everyone yet! ]

Oh! Probably not... Well, here it is if you wanted one!

[ Soma frowns at the screen for a moment while he remembers how to bring up paint images on his tablet-style NV. After a moment or two he figures it out and two images come through: The front of the card, first. Followed by the back of card. ]

I know they are perfect, so go ahead and print them and hang them up. I will allow it.

pullsheavendown

[A beaming Roxas is holding a ~~beautiful, sparkling~~ kind of dinky but well-polished trophy with a molded brass coffee mug on top. Classy.]

I wasn't going to say anything, but my friends said I should. [He looks sort of sheepishly embarrassed, yet proud.]

Anyway, yesterday they held the "King o' Joe coffee contest yesterday, and...I won. Well, I'm the one who competed, but I don't think I did it by myself. I owe everything I know about making really good coffee to you, Mr. Armando. [This is said with UTMOST SINCERITY because the visored one is both an excellent teacher and sort of scary when it comes to java.]

The prize is free shipping on imported wholesale coffee, so we're going to have a celebration this weekend with special sales and stuff—not everything's going to be really cheap, since we haven't actually ordered any new stuff yet, but it'll be a good time, I promise. Stop by the S.S. Kahve in Sector 3.

Oh yeah! Someone quit last week to go work at a bookstore or something, so there's a spot open if anyone's looking for a job. It's a pretty cool place, and we serve really good coffee. [He grins at the trophy.] See, proof.

whitefeathered

[The feed starts with a nose blow -- and quite a fierce one at that. Sorry, world. At least Aoko doesn't have the thing on video. She's spared everyone the sight of a nose the color of a cherry.]

Sorry. [This word is muttered. Aoko does not like being sick, but at least it's not quite like the last time.]

Is it just me, or is there more AGI in the news lately? Like they're capitalizing on SERO getting all paranoid or something. How long before someone does something to them and they get all weird too?

[Some rustling going on -- probably tissue.]

And what's with the "Diversity Pals" thing? 'S corny. "Non-Powered Nida." Only people who've never been without powers think it's awesome to be without.

[Yes, someone's feeling a little grumpy and has nothing better to do than surf through old posts while she's sick.]

[Another nose blow.]

What's your cure for a cold?

likepaleglass

[A man’s voice, louder than it should be.]

Sophie! SOPHIE.

[A man flickers into view on camera. He’s decidedly handsome, well-groomed and dressed, a blue jewel hanging from one ear. One might almost be able to smell a whiff of hyacinth perfume. For a moment he turns the NV over and around in his hands until the viewer just gets a jumble of him – flashes of hair and hands and eyes that are strangely pale, green, reflective like glass. Finally the window comes to rest on him again, and he is glaring.]

Never hire a cleaning lady. If they come nosing their way into your life, boot them out the door, as you value your sanity.

[Hard to say if he knows he’s talking to you. In all honesty, it probably doesn’t matter. He pushes the hair back from his face, handsomely perturbed.]

All right, since there seems to be no immediate way back: I’ll need the nearest junkyard. Preferably magical. Non-magical will do in a pinch, though I’ll have to recreate my notes.

Also: A book of poetry. Promptly.

mirroredmemory

[Xion is sitting alone in her room, on the empty bed that was once Naminé's. She looks tired and pale- almost a week of bad dreams and sleeping poorly when she did, and her eyes are dull. It has not been a very pleasant two months. She's toying with a silver star pendant around her neck with her free hand as she speaks.]

It's funny... people always say that hearts are strong, that they can stand up to anything and they'll be okay in the end. I know all that, I know if you believe in someone and their heart it's a wonderful thing and it won't steer you wrong but-

If a heart's supposed to be something strong, then how do they break so easily? And why does it hurt so much when they do?

paterelohim

Hi, everybody.

[Sup. Your NVs now have a horrible rotting zombie on them, except about a thousand times more gruesome than those pictures- seriously Walking Dead, with flesh rotting off, part of his cheekbone showing, and a maggot working its way out of his forehead.

Chuck smiles and keeps talking, as if half his jaw isn't gaping open.]

Chuck Shurley here, new manager of Purgatory. I'm here to announce a party on Halloween, at the club. It'll be pretty awesome. Gabriel's redoing the whole inside to make it fit the theme, and it's amazing. We're bringing in musical entertainment from our world - I mean, it'll be an angel thing, but you'll still get to have the full fake NSYNC experience, or whatever.

[He idly tugs on his beard and his thumb pulls through zombie flesh. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Plus, there's transport home provided after dark, if you suck and don't want to take advantage of two-for-one drinks. [Grin. The smile ~~disturbingly~~ reaches his colorless, dead-looking eyes.] Anyone who stays until morning sirens can get a complimentary hangover cure on their way out.

I better see you all there, okay? Happy Halloween!

(OOC: I live in the path of Hurricane Sandy and our neighborhood transformer is a delicate hypochondriac snowflake, so I might wind up slowtagging this for... a few days. Oops. I'll do my best, ilu all.)

whitefeathered

So . . . if you work for the companies, are you going to do what they say?

( Locked to Ahiru, Gilbert, Kaito, and probably Joe. )

laurice

[This is Larry standing at the foot of the stairs of his house, beside the life-size statues of Phoenix and Edgeworth, his two best friends who have long since left the Port (again). His head is bowed and he looks strangely thoughtful. The NV is perched somewhere some distance away so that you can see much of Larry and the statues.]

Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.

[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]

That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.

[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.

Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]

'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.

I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!

whitefeathered

Really glad that's over. 'S bad enough when my office is full of giggling girls. Somehow giggling guys talking about how they're wearing thongs underneath their pants is worse.

[Aoko used to giggle something like that too, once upon a time. Now she just looks quiet, eyes flicking briefly away from camera.]

. . . Think I missed my birthday. It feels weird . . . but 'm not sure how old I am any more anyway. Or if I'll even be that old when I go back.

Somehow, after that, it doesn't matter as much.

akirameru

[honestly, Vanitas was far more offended to find his takeout leftovers turned into a box of candy corn last week than he is offended by whatever magic spell's gone awry this week — and the difference here is mostly because this week has brought about the panicking in droves. the sort of thing he could take advantage of, in other words.]

[it's all business as usual, over here.]

How many of you out there are smart enough to be considered scientists? Or doctors? I don't mean those of you who think you're pretty smart because you read a chemistry book once, I mean people who actually have the papers to back it up.

I'm looking for a lot of different information, so I really don't care what exactly it is you study.

[should one feel like opening a video feed to answer Vanitas' question, they'll catch him in a nondescript room he'd taken over for himself — probably a hotel room — with several certain monsters floating about.]

[and should he stand up to walk over to the NV to answer a call, one might notice that he's suddenly just as curvy as the hourglass Unversed around him.]

ella_of_frell

[ Well being without a job again kinda sucks. Ella's got the NV on as well, jotting things down on a separate sheet of paper. ]

So... I haven't really been looking at the newsfeed lately, but - being that I'm currently jobless and Meg is the only breadwinner at the moment, I really need to find some work. Any suggestions, or ope-

[ She breaks off as she hears someone at the door, and immediately narrows her eyes. ]

Who are you, and how did you get in here?

Ha ha, 'hilarious', Ella. I'm taking a bath.

Get out!

.. What?

Get out before I call the police!

Don't tell me what t-

[ Ella picks up a familiar looking vase.]

Now!

MAKE ME!!

[ Well that's one command she's glad slipped through her interruptions, turning her attention to the stairs, whistling sharply. ]

Kyra! An Intruder!

NO!

[ This statement is followed by the sound of Ella's pet wolf hurtling down the stairs with a snarl, and then Hattie's voice screaming something as the wolf chases her out. Tensely, Ella walks over to peer outside, before returning to her NV. ]

And apparently I now need a locksmith.

[ OOC: Welcome Hattie back from her con everyone! ]

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Alice has set up the video so she's got her entire body in-frame. She's in a large white room, obviously in the middle of some serious construction. Tarps are spread out on the floor, and there's wood and metal piled everywhere. On the back wall behind her, a large mural of intricate curls sits half-finished.]

Well, I hate to be doing this so soon after Jinx's announcement- I don't want to steal her thunder at all- but it's been coming for a while

[Drum roll please!]

I'm opening up a bridal shop!

[She spreads her arms out and twirls, looking a little too much like a little girl. Look at it all! Isn't it beautiful?

She's just really exited about this, okay, don't judge.

Eventually she stops spinning and faces the camera again, this time with a giant smile.]

Well, it's more of a planning agency and boutique. We'll be doing planning as well as custom clothing for the wedding party. Now for the boring part.

[Except she looks anything but bored. She's practically clapping like a seal, if we're being honest.]

Right now, I'm looking for specialized employees! Specifically, I'm looking for a few seamstresses, preferably with a good, solid background in design. I'm also looking for one or two planners to assist me. I'm definitely looking for experience here. But, I might make an exception if you can really wow me.

Most importantly, I'm looking for a personal assistant, someone to do odd jobs around the office, pick up packages, take messages, that sort of thing.

If you're interested or you have any questions, feel free to ask. Resumes can be sent to my personal inbox. I'm looking forward to it.

[Jesus, she even waves bye to the camera. Someone needs a chill pill.]

vinovidivici

[ Early morning, sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee. He flicks through the newspaper on the hunt for a particular page and passes commentary as he goes. ] Now that woulda made for a good ghost story, if only they hadn't printed that cop explaining the twist right at the end. [ He turns a page, squints at the personal ads. ] People just place these to futz with people... I'm sure it was in here -

[ Flick. Flick. ] --Ah. [ He finally holds up a full-page spread with the Slamfest logo at the top. ] You should really be there. Fate's provided for an interesting set-up. I'm gonna settle this little beef of Taylor's tomorrow, for sure.

[ He rolls up the newspaper and sweeps it about like a baton. ] Obviously I'm gonna be busy for the next few days. So while I'm here, if you knew Chane I've got a letter for you - stop by or give me a call sometime before the tournament. I've been left in charge of her affairs while she's on vacation. [ There's a little rueful sigh at being inconvenienced by her departure - but nothing more. So maybe the "vacation" back home was lasting a little longer than he expected. That doesn't mean it's permanent - it's just an extra test of love. He grins at the camera, putting on the semi-aggressive fist raising gesture the organisers had been suggesting to him for crowd baiting and scrunching up the paper in the process. ] See you at the fight!

unluckyinlove

[Jinx is standing up against a brick wall. It's daylight and she looks very awake. Very excited, actually. It's been awhile since people have heard from her, hasn't it? The wedding, the honeymoon, and then she was quiet. And when the sorceress is silent? It means she's been planning.]

I've got a few announcements to make. First off: [she takes a deep breath] I'm stepping down as Purgatory's direct manager. I'm not abandoning it; it's still mine. I've just started a new...project. One which requires my utmost attention--no, Gabriel, this doesn't mean you can touch the money.

[She moves away from the brick wall to leave the alley. Some people may recognize the street she walks onto as AGI territory.]

When I first came to Siren's Port, I was a really different person. I wasn't happy with anything about myself or my life. Then I met a man named Sander Cohen. He helped me make all my dreams come true. I was a dancer and a star. That's where my heart is. But no matter how much I wanna keep doing that?

I can't.

I'll never be the dancer I used to be. When you get hit with injury after injury, you don't always bounce back. C'mon, I can't ever fight like I used to. But you know what they say about those who can't? They teach.

[Finally, she stops walking. With another deep breath and a meaningful smile, she points the camera at a building across the street. It's currently undergoing construction, and instead of a sign on the front, there's a makeshift banner hanging there. Proudly, she reads that banner aloud:]

Odette's Dance Academy.

Dancing is my greatest passion, so I named it after the person I love the most. Of course Sander's art is gonna be plastered all over the place. [Was that joke in poor taste?] He'd come back from the grave to take me with him if it wasn't. And my goal is the same as his was: To make beautiful art. To bring out the art in everyone. Before I leave this place, I wanna share everything I know.

The grand opening is gonna happen the first week of December. It is a partially AGI funded academy, but I'm still the owner, manager, and final word. Right now, there's open enrollment for all affiliations and ages. If there's anyone out there who'd like to help teach, call me.

( Private to Chuck )

( Private to Ahiru )

( Private to Alice )

hybrid_prodigy

[Gohan's energy is very tighly controlled and pushed down when he returns. Only those particularly adept at sensing such things and also know him very well will be able to detect him that way.

[Overall, Gohan looks rather nonplussed, oddly blank for a kid that usually emotes so obviously. He blinks a little, as if disbelieving his current surroundings for a moment. Oh. So he's really back. Well, he should let people know.]

I guess there wasn't too much of a time discrepency this time, huh? What's it been here, a couple days? [A tight, forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] Anyway, I'm back, in case anyone was wondering about me.

( Private text to Red Robin )

Current Mood: blank

summing_it_up

[All that is heard at first are blasts. Quick, short fireblasts. That and the sound of high-pitched mechanical squeals dying out in an instant.

The black blurs into light, refocusing as best it can at the framerate it's going. The ~~rock~~ NV ends up on the ground next to the remains of...a cell phone. The skewed angle shows part of an exasperated Hiccup and a blur of scaly black.]

–Too close! That– that was way too close!

[There is little time to recover. More of the handheld devices on display (now complete with the Viscious Attitudes app and sharp, spindly limb accessories) start to skitter all over the street kiosk. Low growling counters the screeching...followed by another violet flash of light. The kiosk and all of its inventory is left a smoldering spot on the ground. Hiccup looks relieved, taking a moment to pat the dragon's flank.]

...Thanks, bud.

[Toothless grunts, then jerks his head up as they are interrupted by a more human scream. The initial fear of the tone dives into one of anger. The boy exchanges glances with the dragon, holding up his hands as he tries to calm the man storming over toward them.]

–Those were expensive!!

H-hey, look, I'm sorry–

–Everything's DESTROYED thanks to you and your overgrown LIZARD–

[Toothless bares his teeth, but Hiccup quickly shoves himself in front of the dragon's face.]

–He was trying to help! WE were trying to survive, okay? It's not like we knew this was going to happen– !!

–You don't get it! You just don't get it!!

[The owner of the former kiosk continues, relentless with his use of expletives. He finds himself at a loss before hastily dropping down to scoop up the NV.]

Aaand now we really have a problem! Come on, Toothless, we gotta go. NOW!

[With the NV clutched tightly to his chest, it's hard to see anything or make out what's being said. But the last line is clear. And obviously frustrated.]

–I SAID I'M SORRY!!

[The feed then cuts out.]

Current Location: Sector 2

whitefeathered

[Aoko appears on the screen visibly tired. There are dark circles under her eyes, and her shoulders seem to droop -- though her mouth is set into a determined line.]

I'd like to learn how to fight. Does anyone do that kind of thing? I can pay a little bit.

[There's a pause -- a long one -- as she looks away from the screen.]

A couple months ago, if you were attacked by a Darkness monster that looked kind of like a bird . . . I want to know. Please.