sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: alucard

Firstly, to any members of the Church of Jonova possibly on this network, I would appreciate it if you were far more clever with your death threats. I hope whatever god supposedly resides there doesn't mind if I go about my daily business while it takes its sweet time preparing to smite me.

[Oh yes, Sherlock is perfectly healthy again, and just as sarcastic as ever.]

I wouldn't mind if it took out its wrath on that bloody reporter. The press is just as ravenous here as anywhere I've been. Good to know.

integra_hellsing

[ Despite looking far worse than she did the last time she appeared over the network, Integra looks, at the least, determined. She's sitting up in a chair this time around, not in bed, and she's dressed in her suit -- it's somewhat wrinkled, mind you, considering it took her every ounce of energy she had to get the stupid thing on.

With a shaky hand, the young heiress lifts a teacup from her nightstand; a dead give away that she's quarantined herself to her room, still. Using her other hand to steady it, she takes a small sip to wet her throat before speaking.

Her voice is gravely and hoarse, it's obvious she's having a hard time speaking. ]

I am in need of someone who can draw up a last will. If I am to die in this bloody place, I'm going to be legal. I don't have many things, I can assure you... so it will be quite simple. This is, naturally, assuming I die.

[ Because she sure as shit feels like it. ]

I don't want to do anything in person, naturally, I wouldn't want to infect anyone else. So if anyone knows of a good attorney or someone along those lines, if they would so kindly direct them my way... thank you.

[ The feed ends. ]

canavarum

[A man with striking white hair, strange tattoos, pointed ears, and a giant sword strapped to his back can be found in one of the bars -- he's not certain which one, but he specifically chose something seedier. In his experience, it's the hopeless, dirty drunks who are the most loose with their tongues and information.

Except he's not doing much information-gathering right now. Despite the illness going around, Fenris had not feared. He's not one to get sick easily, after all, perhaps an after-effect of the markings.

But now he's hunched on a stool, staring at his enchanted book, looking as if he were trying very hard not to vomit.

Hey, at least he fits in with the surroundings.

Fenris has always been the very picture of excitement, if you couldn't tell.]

whitedarklord

[This starts out as voice, though it's obvious Soma's regretting that choice. He sounds really raspy, and his voice can barely get above a whisper.]

I'm not really fe-- [COUGHCOUGH] --feeling that-- [COUGHCOUGHCOUGH] ...dammit.

[And this is the point where he gives up on the whole talking thing.]

I haven't been feeling well. I think I caught that flu going around. I'm going to be out of school for a few days, and I'll keep myself to my room so I don't infect anyone else in the house.

Sorry, everyone.

integra_hellsing

[ When the feed on the NVs pop up, Integra immediately appears on screen, looking rather... under the weather. She's got dark circles under her eyes, she's pale... and she just doesn't look like herself.

When she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]

To everyone I am giving fencing lessons to, I regret to inform you that I must cancel for the next few days. I am not feeling well at all, and as such I need a few days to recover. I will contact you when I am up to par. Thank you-- [ She turns her head away from the NV, coughing as politely as one can into the crook of her arm, before continuing. ] --in advance.

in_a_dark_wood

[The video shows a young man with silver hair. He's holding the NV in one hand and his chin is resting in the other. He is sitting at a table in a cafe somewhere, and his handsome features are marred with the sort of exhaustion that comes with running a circuit race all night instead of sleeping.]

So...

[He drums his fingers against his cheek and a hand reaches into view to refill the coffee cup in front of him. He sits back to give the waiter room, then resumes slouching when the hand retreats.]

So, I guess I got a party invitation I couldn't turn down, eh? I mean, don't get me wrong, it's a nice city you guys got here. I really dig how people throw rocks at me, you know? Really helps a guy feel at home. Oh, yeah, and the monsters coming out at night.

[He drops his hand away from his chin to the table and he smiles a bitter smile.]

I don't know who'd want to drag me all the way out here. Whoever you are, you'd better explain yourself, you kindapping fuck, or I'll-

[The waiter's arm appears again, lowering a personal pizza down in front of the young man who looks at it and blinks as his train of thought derails]

-...Hey! I said no olives!

[The waiter mutters something then walks away and the young man sneezes]

....Dammit...

[And the feed ends]

((OOC: Dante's Permissions Post))

cursedblood

[hello, Port. on screen is a man who could pass for eighteen, but has that 'look' of someone far older. he could probably also give a few models envy in terms of his 'look', period.

he also seems mildly annoyed.]

While being told that there are monsters that roam in the dark is alarming, being told that it is 2012 is even more so.

I would like a better explanation than the one I was given.

angel_of_death

[There is over the line the faint whisper of fingers smoothing across the pages of a bound tome. In waiting for the ammunition in the moulds to set and cool, he had taken to reading over old and familiar writings-- and in his present solitude, had elected to share his reading with any who might be listening over the network.]

When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again: Do you know what day it is? I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again. Oh, yes! I know that, I know that! But do you know what day it is?

On my saying that I did not understand, she went on. It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?

[The soft thud of a closing book is barely audible over the transmission. To the observant listener, it would be obvious as to why he selected this particular text at this particular hour; tonight was the fourth of May, and it was closing in on midnight.

Walter Dornez had a peculiarly twisted sense of humour.]

It's been a while since I've read from that. I wonder, are there any superstitions about certain days where any of you come from?

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. ]

manicpixiedreamgirl

Hi everyone! I've got-

[There's a lot of glare on the screen, so much you can barely see the outline of a sidewalk in one corner of the video.]

Oh, crap. Wait a second.

[It literally is a second, and the camera is fixed. Now, the cause of the glare is clear. Alice is sitting at a little sidewalk cafe, sparkling in the bright sunlight. Light bounces off every bit of her skin not shadowed by her fabulous hat. Even the skin covered shimmers slightly, like she's coated in glitter.]

That's better. So like I was saying, I've got a question for everyone. This place is so isolated, and it's almost impossible to get some of the things I had at home. Like yesterday, I found out that apparently they don't ship out my brand of watercolors! I have to make due with some new brand now.

[Huff. Disappointed Alice is disappointed.]

Anyway, my question is, if you could have one thing from home here in Port, what would it be?

ex_stakes70

Okay, so. [ PERKIEST FACE but also very determined in her perkiness. ]

Here's the deal. I need to talk to somebody who's good with souls. As in, knows all about souls, and dealing with them, and figuring them out. Also figuring out their placement. Sooner is definitely better. I'll - I dunno, pay you in bodyguarding, or figure something else out.

Did I mention sooner?

PRIVATE; UNHACKABLE; TO ANGEL.

Whatcha think about a Slay-date? With the monster fighting in tandem and all that romantic gooey stuff.

whitedarklord

[Soma has not been having a good morning. In fact, he's been having the lousiest morning ever. He headed out to get some groceries with what little money he had left after quitting his job, only to find himself walking into someone's bathroom. While that someone was using it.]

[What followed was an awkward shuffle through rooms as he tried to get either outside, or back to his apartment, whichever came first. The video gets popped on by accident after he's thrown out of another person's bathroom, and the NV gets a good look at his exceedingly red face.]

C-cut me a break, this isn't my fault...

[He looks around, his expression brightening after a moment. This is his hallway! That's an improvement, at least! He pulls himself to his feet, grabbing his NV and jogging down to his apartment...]

[...only...]

Eviction notice?! But I thought I was paid for this month?!

[Morally right or not, maybe he was too quick to quit his job...]

doctor_seward

[The screen pans slowly; A dusty wine cellar lies ahead, dark and sinister with its many shelved bottles but for the lantern which illuminates his face.

He stares blankly, desolate into the corner. His eyes seem oddly hollow but for the way his hands wring together, worriedly. He picks up one object, and horrified, moves to the next, seeing yet unseeing whatever lies before him.]

No, no…It cannot possibly be…T-that's…

[He mumbles unto himself much in the manner of a man possessed, sweat laden upon his brow. Given the clarity of the feed you might be able to deduce as much, if but for the silhouettes which move unseen in the background.]

Altogether, I find it a troubling matter...But they'll not indulge me! Do you think we are but a flicker in this reality of shadows? It shouldn't be, and yet I think, but for the life of me, this place has changed me. It has transformed me into a wretch.

I-I would explain, but how does one explain evolutionary theory to the madman or to the beggar? Can he be thought to grasp such things when his primary concerns point to survival? Back home, a man named Charles Darwin thought that the genes were responsible, that over time a species develops certain traits handed down from their common ancestors. He stipulated that each living creature must compete within its own limitations to survive, and that over time those traits which assist in survival and are better suited in dealing with the dangers of the world, begin to dominate the bloodline while the ones that were less beneficial were lost. Is it so that in order to survive here, within this place, we must not only assimilate, but our genetic makeups must transform as well lest we die or fall prey to some unkind thing?

( Struggles of evolutionary consequence )
[Once he finds time to settle down he'll pick up one of the bottles and toy with it idly in his hands.]

Suffice to say that I would never have thought I would be subject to nature, rather than God's whims. But, I've been proven wrong. I scarcely know how I might control a latent ability come miraculously manifest. How does one learn how to do such things? Please, advise me.

( Filtered to Stoker Household )

integra_hellsing

[ The video feed that all the lovely citizens of this beautiful city will have to endure is full of static for a second. Then, just as suddenly, the picture is as clear as day. In the frame is one Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. She looks a little less than pleased as she, with much annoyance, shoves an offered gift basket away.

She's leaving the area in which she, like everyone else here, has been unceremoniously dumped off. She really doesn't know where the hell she's going, but she's going. There's a small streak of red running down her forehead, and it takes her a moment to realize it, but she quickly reaches up to wipe it away with a scowl. ]

Am I truly to believe the stories that I have just been told about this place? It all sounds like nonsense to me.

[ ...Then again, considering where she just came from, perhaps it isn't nonsense at all. What, with all the Nazi's and the vampires and the ghouls and the chaos, this almost seems tame.

Almost. ]

Who else is out there? I would like to hear more about this ridiculous place from a more credible source. That is, if one even exists.

themonarch

So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]

((OOC: Double post with

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

ex_stakes70

[ At first ,all that's seen is dark. The occasional glint of light shining off of metal occurs, and the singing of the blade as it swings through the air can be heard quite clearly. There's a loud grunt, and a crunching, disgusting squelching sound. Another grunt, the distinct slicing of blade to hard flesh... And then a huge thud. There's a glass spider, laying dead now, in front of the NV. The click of heels on pavement approaches, and the owner of the NV picks it up and her face becomes clear.

There are some scratches, some bruising, and a bit of blood. Her hair is relatively unscathed though slightly more mussed than she would like to have kept it, and she's breathing heavily. The blonde peers curiously, and also with a very determined crease to her brow, into the NV. ]

Huh. [ She looks around for a second, then back to the feed. ] Safe to say I'm not in Manhattan anymore... So. [ There's a small thud as she plops down, sitting on the monster's carcass without much thought to it. She's not on a bloody oozy gooey part. No big deal. ]

What's a girl gotta do to find a decent dry cleaner's around here? [ Yep. Her clothes are all gross now and that's what matters. ] – And for that matter, some shoe-shine. I think some guts spattered on my -- my boots! Ooh, if I could kill another one of those I'd – do it... without my shoes on. [ Weird to say. ] – Okay, so, dry cleaning, good leather polish, and maybe a half-decent place to crash. Preferably fluffy bed? But a semi-squishy couch'll work in a pinch. Don't wanna get all cozy with the natives, cuddle-uppy and monster-vulnerable. And I am in serious need of a de-insomniatic napping attempt. Appreciate the neat phone-doohickey though! Nifty high-techish stuff. Way more expensive-looking than anything I had back home.

[ Wait. FOCUS. Focus, stop being distracted by shiny and new. ]

Soooooo… Anybody? Listening ears, big plus.

jackpots

[ this is Mary Jane Watson. it's pretty lateish at night and she's laying on a bed in a tanktop and sweats, hair pulled back. there's a book open before her and she's tapping a pencil against her bottom lip when she speaks up. ]

Hi, everyone. It's -- uh -- it's MJ again and I promise I won't start screaming or freaking out over this. I just have a question.

Like, I understand the major gist of this place, right? The Darkness and the Core, the big Two and so on, but... can you guys talk to me about your powers? The ones you have or the ones that were given to you. [ she pauses, twirling her pencil around her fingers ]

Just anything about them. I'm curious.

[ there's a beat, as she considers saying more and then: ]

Well, thanks.

gabriel_gray

[ A couple of hours after Claire's post and the consequent explosion, and some time still after he stops winding up other people for fun... ]

Hello Siren's Port.

So here's a question for you. How do you stop an exploding man? Lead is a wonderful answer, but where do you find a lead-lined room in an emergency? The truth is that most people don't stand a chance. Not that I expect anything much from any of you, but a little thank you would be nice; after all, I just saved all of your lives. And yes, I used a stolen ability to do it.

In any case, I thought it only fair to tell you that Peter Petrelli will be just fine, once he gets over his usual survivor's guilt.

[ There's a significant pause, a clink of metal on porcelain, and a little sound of pleasure. ]

Mm. There's nothing quite like a nuclear explosion to give you a thirst for life, is there? You're welcome.

ace_of_knaves

[It's mid-afternoon and the Joker is curled over his NV. He looks as though he hasn't slept the last couple nights and his eyes are dark with dementia. Joker, who normally cackles his way through the worst of times, looks rattled.]

So I see the Network is once again humming with the voices of the Johnny-come-latelies.

[He jabs a finger towards the camera]

Welcome to the Port, sports. In Canada. Happiest place on earth!

Around here we enjoy harassment from the natives, human trafficking, and human experimentation. Or non-human.

[He sneers a bit, his voice humorless]

Whatever.

Oh, and there's a creepy gizmo under the city that doesn't want you to leave so dig in your heels for our neverending urban hootnanny.

[He rises a bit as if he's about to leave, then thinks again.]

One more thing, don't come looking for the dashing clown on the streets. I'm not gonna tell you where the nearest doughnut shop is, so just stay outta my way or I'll have to hurt you.

[A pause]

Second thought, if you see me, stick around enough for me to hurt you a little. Daddy needs to vent.

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

_{[ooc: Permission's Post!]}