sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: amy sorel

[The feed comes on to a cat's foot resting over the camera, pawing at it a few times, before the NV in question falls off the table it once rested on and clatters to the tile floor. Footsteps are heard before an upside-down Francis Bonnefoy comes into the frame, grabbing the calico cat and holding her up for a moment.]

( French People the Soap Opera, Episode 5 )

It is impossible to expect such a thing from you. This does not mean I will not be by your side protecting you as much as I can, until the big event. [It's then that he turns back to his duffel to finish packing it. The moment he notices the recording light on is quite evident from his face - his expression turns from a slight frown to one of pure horror.] Merde! When did this turn-?!

[He scrambles for it, and the feed cuts.]

(( ooc: Enjolras is in red, Francis is in blue. This is basically your last opportunity to find out France’s identity, but alternatively, if you want to log something out just PM me on this account and we can make it happen! ))

bloodthirsts

[Seras looks quite muted today, without her usual smile and chipper air.]

This is just, ah, a quick notice.

For anyone who had fencing lessons with, or was simply a friend of Sir Integra Helsing. I'm afraid she has returned home.

So has Alucard, to any who knew him.

[A moment of fidgeting and she ends the feed.]

draculalite

[Now here's a rare sight. Raphael Sorel, seated in a chair at his and Amy's home, setting his NV down to make a recording. Heavy curtains are blocking the light from the windows in the background, and if you use your imagination, the Frenchman looks a bit pale and a little bit sick.

His manner is businesslike and diplomatic, which may come as a surprise to anybody who's dealt with Raphael and his attitude before.]

I've rarely the time nor the inclination to use this "network" ordinarily, though today I have an offer for any enterprising souls who may be looking for a source of income.

My name is Raphael Sorel. My daughter and I are in need of an... assistant. [He phrases that oddly delicately.] For the sum of $100 an hour, you will report to our home on at least a weekly basis for a span of 1-3 hours. The work will be simple, and no particular skills are required. Once your specified duties are performed, you will be paid immediately, and free to go about your business.

I am willing to hire at most two individuals for this purpose, however, I would prefer one to be male and one to be female if I do so. I will not accept anyone under the age of adulthood, nor will I accept anyone who takes an undue interest in his or her tasks.

If you are interested, contact me and I will discuss the provisions with you. Your interest is by no means a guarantee of employment.

[Satisfied with his incredibly sketchy, clearly suspicious advertisement, he reaches for the NV, but then pauses.]

And it is not prostitution.

endlesswitch

[ Today Beato has one question, and one alone for those to reply to! She has business intentions, and ones that she will get to should the answers suffice ]

Even a mere lower class demon has something that it can claim to be skilled with. So tell me, Siren's Port-- just what talents do you hold? Unless there is nothing. However, if that is the case, how sad, how uninteresting! You will not even be able to be compared with Goats!

tinyvampiregod

[The video focuses on the figure of the vampire, seated behind a desk, hands neatly folded on the top. He smiles and the petite canine fangs show.]

For those of you who do not know, today is Walter Dornez birthday. I expect appropriate well-wishes from his associates here. [He smiles and his fangs are sharper than before, eyes glowing red.]

To Integral and Seras- we will do something special. We will... bake him a cake.

archangelflonne

[In front of the camera, Flonne sits with a pair of chocolate eggs wrapped in foil. One of them is partially eaten.]

I meant to ask about this earlier, but it sort of slipped my mind. Humans, they really have a holiday celebrating a rabbit that lays eggs? And the eggs are chocolate? I don't think that this holiday is on the same level as Love Day in February. That holiday was the best one ever. Oh, but I like Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day too, because I like chocolate. But really, it seems like a strange thing to celebrate. I suppose there really is a lot I don't know about the Human World. Living among humans, and human-like people, is so wonderfully fascinating.

[She holds up a picture. It is clearly of someone in an Easter Bunny costume, vibrant pink with a goofy smile on its face.]

But this one is just strange. Bunnies aren't suppose to lay eggs. I have my own pet bunny that I love a lot and she doesn't lay eggs! Do you Admiral Fluffycakes?

[The picture is dropped as a real rabbit is lifted into the range of the camera. It sits docile, perhaps too scared of its owner to try and get away.]

Although that's just a temporary name. I can't decide on one. I was originally thinking of naming her Lady Fluffy, High Priestess of the Exalted Order of Angelic Fury, but not only was that too long of a name, but I'm also not sure that she is really fit to be a priestess anyway. Plus, I don't really feel fury very often. If anyone can think of a good name for a rabbit, then please tell me! Ah...I sort of got off track, didn't I? Anyway, it might have been a roundabout way of saying it, but I think that so far out of the human holidays I've experienced, that Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day is vastly inferior to Love Day. I look forward to the next holiday!

[She pets Admiral Fluffycakes for a moment before the feed fades out.]

laurice

[Larry is lounging on his couch, his feet propped up on one of the armrests and absently stroking a gray rabbit lying on his chest as he glances at the NV. Hefting the rabbit, he sits up - and now you get a nice view of a fine chain around his neck supporting a round, bright orange crystal within a weave of silver. If you've known Larry long enough, then you'd know that he never, ever wears jewelry.

After he places the rabbit inside a large cage at the foot of the couch, he faces the NV and runs a hand through his hair.]

Hey, guys. I've been meaning to ask you something but stuff kept happening. [Like running into a skunk, for instance.] Anyway, my boss, Raul Creed, asked me to paint a mural that shows the meaning of being a Newcomer and stuff like that. It's gonna be at the conference hall of the Newcomer Community Center, right? Or something like that.

[He scratches the back of his head.]

But, see, capturing the essence of being a Newcomer is something big. I mean, I've been here for nearly a year and a half and I've seen a lot of crazy things...but using what I know about being a Newcomer just isn't enough. Maybe you guys have seen the same things I've seen, but some of you haven't. And I'm sure we've all got different ideas about the whole Newcomer gig.

So my question is...what does being a Newcomer mean to you? I'm gonna gather up everyone's answers and show them all in my mural. If you wanna send me a private message instead, that's cool.

[Larry gives a thumbs-up and grins. A black cat with a purple collar suddenly leaps onto one of the armrests, gazing intently at the rabbit. Larry wags a finger at her and narrows his eyes in warning.]

Down, girl. Storm's family now, remember? Or maybe Scramble, since I got him while scrambling around for eggs...nah, Storm's a good name, I think...

[The feed ends with Larry muttering names to himself...for most people, anyway.]

[Private to Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth - easily hackable]

Now that snow or skunks can't call our plans off, how does this Wednesday sound? Lunch is on me. Besides, I think there's something you guys should know.

aggrievance

[The feed turns on to one Rose Lalonde who appears to just be...sitting in her room; it doesn't appear as if anything is out of the ordinary, despite the soft chirping in the background.

Oh how wrong this impression is.]

Is it a customary event for one to discover a multitude of dyed infant birds upon one's roof? Sadly, my lack of memory regarding the various nuances of this place leaves me somewhat ignorant of-

Chirp.

[Oh. That one was definitely from her. Rose's normal composure slips for a minute; one may take in that momentary slip as her face crumples in dismay before it vanishes. Afterwards, she presses her lips firmly together and chooses instead to type the rest of her post.]

As I was saying.

My forcibly-induced amnesia leaves me ignorant in regards to this area's various fauna and the colors within.

Regardless, despite the delightful coloring, my humble abode finds itself gaining far too many mouths to feed. If you find yourself of a particularly sympathetic mindset, feel free to contact this post requesting we relinquish one of our many bundles of joy, per request of yet another feathered friend who

( Colored text under cut )

[At the mention of this feathered friend, she looks up suddenly, as if struck by something. Whatever it was, judging by the way her brow furrows, it doesn't seem to be a particularly pleasant something.]

Davesprite?

Chirp.

Davesprite, where are you? [If one didn't know any better, one would think that was a lining of panic in her voice.] I know you did not saddle the fate of these chicks with me.

Chirp.

[When there's not an instant answer, Rose frowns in visible distress before she quickly shuts the feed off to get up and find him herself.]

(OOC: Joint post with Rose and Davesprite! Guess who unwittingly had a Marshmallow Peep and imprinted on one particular feathery asshole.)

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

draculalite

[Raphael's prison cell is looking a bit empty today. It's almost as though someone has been cleaning up a bit. He sits on his cot, a small, smug grin on his face, and at last he speaks to the NV.]

I will be a free man tomorrow.

It seems this wretched modern age is finally worth something after all. I'm frankly quite surprised.

angel_of_death

[The audio feed begins with a horrible screech as the recording NetVice and its attached receiver skid violently across a wooden floor, the clatter of metal against metal signaling the heavy device’s abrupt stop against the wall of the room it is recording from-- not that such would be visible, as only the audio function had been tripped by the sudden upset of the innocent device when it was brutally knocked from its rest on a table that was currently at risk for being next in line for mistreatment.

It’s not quite the end of the feed, though. No less than a second following the ungodly racket, a voice begins to yell from across the room. Despite the distance between the speaker and the recording device, his words come across loud and clear.

The speaker is young, English, and very, very angry.]

WHY?! Are we not charged with protecting this land-- even this wretched, filthy land-- from supernatural threats?! Is that not our duty to the Crown! Even if the cockroaches revive because of the Core, LET THEM DIE!! And IF they should reappear-- take them and condition them THEN as you will!!

I RE--

[Unfortunately, gravity elects that moment to shift the NV against the wall so that it snaps shut, cutting the transmission before the rest of the conversation can play out.

So sorry, network.]

topslug

It's been more than a year since I got here. To be honest, I completely forgot the date. It's not really the kind of thing that you remember, when you have other things on your mind-- like why you keep waking up on the same day. [ Sheepish smile. ]

I've met a lot of people this past year, and I've seen a lot of things. I could disappear from the Port any time-- maybe years from now, maybe tomorrow-- but I hope I get to remember everything, even if I do. Until that happens, I'll just have to keep moving forward. There's still a lot for me to learn.

[ Judging by the way Yako pauses, that seems to be all she has to say about that. A lot has changed, and though she isn't normally one to mark anniversaries, enough has happened in the past few days that she thinks it deserves noting. Instead of her office, she's making the post from her kitchen-- she hasn't left home just yet.

Absently, she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear, moving it out of her face. ]

I've seen a couple of people post about Valentine's Day, and I know not everybody celebrates it, but... if anyone wants me to, I could show them how to make chocolate and bake some things. It won't be anything fancy, but a gift's always different if it's hand-made, right? I was just thinking of doing it at my house, but it might be easier if we could find a bigger kitchen to work in.

One more thing: if anyone's looking for a place to stay, we've got a couple of rooms we're looking to rent out. Contact me on my NV if you're interested.

paysdelamour

( FRANCE'S FIRST YEAR ANNIVERSARY WOOOOOO. And he tl;dr's. )

(( ooc: Anyone who is at the HoA (including Helen, it's movie night remember? :P) is more than welcome to notice that Francis has not really been talking much all day, and has been even more somber than he's been showing on the video. ))

bloodthirsts

So is that the time loop fixed, then? Thank goodness for that.

Guess this means I can finally hand in my application for the SPPD. Made the mistake of filling it out at first on the second, course the thing was blank again the next -- er, same day. [She laughs a little.]

And they stopped that traffic accident from happening, that's brilliant! Guess good can come of any situation.

I am thankful I won't have to hear anything again about that bleeding groundhog, though.

mirroredmemory

[It's still earlyish; Xion's sitting in her pyjamas and nursing a warm beverage at the kitchen table in The Apartment That Never Was. She looks a little deep in thought, and is sporting some fairly impressive bed hair. It's not quite on a par with certain people she's connected to just yet, but it appears to be taking on the forces of gravity and defying them soundly.]

I know that the TV and the papers are saying that today's the second of February today, but that's just not right. It's the fifth, it has to be! I've kept count of the days every single day since I've lived in this city.

Today makes three hundred and sixty five. It's been a whole year today. I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here.

[A whole year; it's already fifteen days longer than she lived with the Organization. It's been one year, exactly, since she died.

She puts her mug down, tries to tame that gravity defying hair enough to lie flat behind her ear, then she smiles slowly.]

A year... it's a long time, isn't it? But it's kind of funny, in some ways it feels like it's been no time at all. You could live a whole year in one place and learn more in that year than you ever learned in the almost-a-year you lived somewhere else. That's what it's like for me. Where I lived before... there were good days, and the best days were when I got to be with my best friends and nothing got in the way of that, I didn't have to worry about anything or anyone and I could just be happy with. I've had more days like that here in Siren's Port than I ever did before, I've got my best friends, my brother, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. I'm really, really glad I got the chance to come here.

This world is my home, I couldn't live anywhere else now. Does anybody else ever feel that way? Or would you go back, if you could?

vestalvogue

Has Anyone Seen A Girl Named Rose Lalonde
Blonde Hair Cut Short In A Bob With Lavender Eyes And Very Pale Skin
Particularly Adept WIth Wands And Needles And Prone To Sarcasm And Very Complex Plans And Erudite Language
Which Allows Her To Pass Off Some Of Her Statements As Less Cutting Than They Really Are
She Is A Lovely Girl Maybe A Bit Impulsive Really But A Very Good Friend And
She Has Gone Missing
She Was Residing With Myself And Our Friend Jade In The Tower Apartments And Then She Was Not There And We Have Not Seen Her Since
There Was No Note To Indicate Where She Might Have Gone But I Don't Want To Assume The Rest So If Youve Seen Her Or Heard Anything About Her Please Speak Up So We Can Relocate Her

quadrifoliate

[ The camera's feed is focused on what looks like Clover's face, but it's a little out of focus and blurry-- until you realize it's actually a picture of Clover, and the NV pulls back enough to see that it's on some kind of ID whose print is too out of focus to read. Of course, those familiar with a Canadian driving license will know what it looks like. Clover's voice is unmistakably excited, and she's just as visibly trying to suppress that excitement as she pulls the ID away. ]

I got my driver's license yesterday. [ Freakin' finally, her expression and rolled eyes seem to say. ] You know what that means?

[ Grinning wider, now, she pumps a fist in the air. ]

I'm proud to announce that Funtom Toys and Sweets' delivery service is now in business! Now you can get Funtom's products delivered to you, wherever you are in Siren's Port. Delivery charges depend on the size of what you're getting delivered, but there's a flat rate. The delivery can be scheduled for any time between morning sirens to an hour before evening sirens, but you'll need to place it at least 12 hours in advance for a rush order and 24 hours for a regular one. You can make the order in-store, or call Funtom to place it.

[ She rattles off the number from memory, smoothing her hair back from her face, then takes a breath and grins broadly at the camera. ]

So come on and order something already! Gilbert's cakes taste great-- and Ciel got a sweet ride. [ Okay, so it's a thinly veiled excuse to go capering out in the delivery truck, but sue her for being excited, okay? ]

mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]