sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: anders

[ When the feed flickers on, it's obvious that its holder is just getting used to the style of Soma's new NV. There's a brief glimpse of the ground, then the sky, then the top half of a face before the image does a 180˚ turn and focuses on a different person. Or well, their torso. Which is dressed in colorful robes and gold jewelry. ]

Hold it up higher. They cannot see my face.

[ That must be the voice of the one being filmed. It's a young voice that has a rather heavy Indian accent. And as the order given is obeyed, the face paired with that voice comes into view. It's a teenage boy, with shoulder length, plum-colored hair and golden eyes. His posture is upright as he continues his post with an authoritative tone. ]

I am Prince Soma Asman Kadar of Bengal. I have been told that I am now in a city called Siren's Port, somewhere in Canada. I have never been here before and require a guide.

[ He points at the screen, other hand resting on his hip. ]

One of you, come and show me around. What I have already seen is quite beautiful and I am quite curious on what else this city has to offer.

Oh, and one more thing! I am looking for my servant. His name is Agni and he looks like this.

[ Soma holds up a crude drawing of the man he's looking for. The picture looks as though a child had drawn it, yet despite this, Soma apparently thinks it's good enough for people to recognize him by. ]

If anyone has seen him, please direct him to me.

That is it. Goodbye.

[ A dismissive wave of his hand, and the holder of the NV fusses a bit to cut the feed. ]

fluffybeard

[Hawke is in view of his little magical tome of an NV. He has a slightly powerful look to his stride at the moment, and has a couple of bruises visible on his arms and his cheeks. The modern clothes look quite odd on the muscled man, well. Probably not to you but he's not sure about these... T-shirt things. Or these jeans. But who was too judge.]

This place is very odd. These colourful little pieces of parchment constitute money. But I'm unsure of their worth? I have witnessed of course the use of these things by now, but it seems odd that we do not pay with silvers and sovereigns.

[He appears to have about one hundred dollars in his hand. Rolled neatly as he tucks it away in one of his pockets.]

Another thing I've learned whilst being here, is that you can manipulate these pieces of paper without ever having seen them. It's illegal of course, but how ingenious to be a theif without having to do any of the hard bits. I have to say, this technology is an odd blessing I think.

[He doesn't know about filtering yet, but he's not the subtlest of people either.]

So, Fenris, Zevran and Anders if I haven't completely burned that bridge, drinks on me?

deathknellgrell

Hello, hello, hello! This is very important! Everyone STOP what you're doing and listen! There's no telling how ~long~ this will last, so I need to know:

[ Grell Sutcliff is bouncing (literally) in front of the screen. Like so many others in Siren's Port, he's experienced a change. ]

How do I get pregnant IMMEDIATELY?

[ Almost as an afterthought: ]

Oh - and I'll need a father, too! If there are any actual men left in this city. My MAN is MISSING something critical--

Grell Sutcliff!

[ The usual cold voice of William T. Spears comes out as a shriek! ]

fluffybeard

[There is a man in a bar. In a corner, alone. He has a glass in his hand and a sword on his back. He looks flushed and well within the throws of alcohol. He sighs heavily and turns a page of the book he calls and NV and starts speaking.]

So I have a hypothetical for all you fellow prisoners.

[He smiled, though it wasn't one of happiness, it was one that portrayed a different emotion. It was filled with a bitter sadness and the only way the man could be smiling was because that was his way of dealing with it.]

If you arrived here... and someone you loved had no idea who you are what would you do? Cause I've been thinking it over. My first thought was to get drunk and that worked really well. I don't think it's helped me suss the issue out any. I guess that means Garret Hawke is back on the market.

[He drains the rest of his glass and puts it down with a thunk on the table.]

Any and all suggestions welcomed, don't be shy. Unless your name is Anders. Then you can be shy. Very shy. In fact, forget I said anything.

integrity

[Crowley is bored. Seriously bored. And when Crowley is bored, bad things usually happen.

This is one of those things.

Also, enjoy a small image of Dean Winchester in the shower before the text actually shows up.]

This is the first annual Siren's Port gossip rag.

Don't you have something to get off your chest?

Comment away and let people know how you really feel.

Item 1: What would you do to the man above if you had the opportunity?

LINKS

[ Namedropping ] [ Best/Worst Couples ] [ Love Thread ~~someone got confused~~ ]

ooc: SO BASICALLY EVERYONE IS A TERRIBLE PERSON FOR ENABLING ME TO DO THIS and I thought it would be hilarious for Crowley to sort of do a Siren's Port based hate meme. Kind of like

acj except totally IC and ridiculously fun. Crowley is going to set up little headers (best couple, worst person, most disgusting moose) and you can feel free to comment anon by putting 'ANONYMOUS' in your header. This is all in good fun and not meant to be mean at all and remember, this is meant to be completely in character, so if you have a do-gooder that wouldn't trashtalk, feel free to have them come on in and tell people they're being stupid. :)

southernreaper

Uh.

[He looks more than a little sheepish. See, he wasn't paying attention, when he started this - yesterday (sorry, Dr. Banner.) and he's just now realized what he's done...]

I know there's a lot o' folk out there who dunno how t'cook or jus' ain't got no time.

[He's REALLY awkward. Especially since, after the cookout, he'd thought he got it all out of his system.]

So, um, well...

[He turns the camera and shows the Port his kitchen.

There are pies, cakes, cupcakes, cookies, and stuff that look like badly made scones (they are badly made scones, he's still working on those) over every single surface of the kitchen. Some are cooling on the stove, the chairs and the kitchen table are covered. So are the counters.

Then, he pans into the living room. Mimsy is asleep on the couch. She twitches a bit, but doesn't move as Kevin shows the one table from the barbecue that's also got desserts on it.

Kevin has a problem. A tasty, tasty problem.]

If'n anyone wants some? They're welcome t'em. I'm gonna limit folks t' one dessert a piece, but if'n ya want some, lemme know? I cain't fit 'em all into the freezer.

Umm, Sorry, Dr. Banner. I'll clean up the kitchen.

cursedarrows

[The feed flickers on. Ashitaka appears in close up. For a moment he is quiet, lips pressed together in a thin, white line.]

[On second look, he appears to be breathing hard, as though keeping something in. A cut slashes across his cheek, seeping blood.]

[When he speaks at last, his voice is its normal quiet, measured thread, though there is an element of deep strain skimming just below the surface.]

I am . . . in need of some help.

[A wince, sharp, and he twitches, his head almost darting out of view of the feed.]

Not a healer. Someone who knows something of magic. And curses.

[A breath, and he reaches for the feed. His neck is briefly visible; lacing up the side of it is a network of angry purplish-black tendrils.]

Thank you. I apologize.

[Then the feed cuts entirely.]

vw_coyote

[Mercy looks like hell. Her face is a riot of blacks and reds in the bruise covering one half of her face. There's a cast on her left arm, a wrist brace on her right. She hasn't been to work in a few days, and all her phone calls have gone unanswered.

So, she has to do what she hates to do: Ask for help publicly.

And, her body language flat out says she doesn't want to do this.]

I need a bit of help moving tomorrow.

[Because she's not staying in the same house where she got the shit beat out of her. It took her a month to go back into her garage after she'd been assaulted there, back home.]

I also will have a spare room available for rent. I have two requirements in a room mate: Women only and they have to be comfortable with two cats and two dogs around the house.

[A pause.]

Also, I'd prefer no magic users, but that point is negotiable.

[She clicks off the feed, barely keeping the grimace of pain from her face.]

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 )

jackedthename

['Sup, network. It's late, yes, but Jack Harkness very rarely sleeps. For that matter, he's been extremely bored and irritable lately. This has manifested in lots of trips to shooting ranges, maybe a bit too much aggressiveness doing his bouncer/bodyguard thing, but tonight? It's going to show itself in another way entirely. People who know him well should know to beware of this grin.]

You know, I think I've figured out what this port here needs. A good old-fashioned orgy might take everyone's minds off of certain, uh, things. --Alright, I realize quite a few of you may be a little more -- 21st-century in your views on this sort of thing, but it's really worth it. Take it from a guy who knows.

[That smile of his is just getting wider, and he certainly does sound like he's telling the absolute truth, doesn't he? If there's one thing Jack is very good at, it is obfuscating the truth.]

I mean, back at home we used to have 'em every Tuesday. Tuesday night orgies at Torchwood. It's a damn fun way to relieve stress. Trust me on that.

hisoldgirl

Moments. There are so very, very many moments. Big ones, infinitesimally small ones -- I never used to notice moments. I existed in all of time and space -- what did moments matter? Well, that's not entirely true. There were always certain moments, ones that--

[the TARDIS frowns, pausing in her rambling to look at her NV as if she's only now aware it's recording. which is silly because she turned it on right before she started pacing about the flat. her eyes are wide, though, and sad, expression at least a little unhinged. she's always been a bit of a mad woman, after all]

When we leave here, those are moments, yes? And we experience moments when we return to wherever it is we came from. But some of those moments -- just the small ones, really, but the ones that have the biggest consequences -- we have to see those moments, don't we? But we won't know, because they might not come back. Or we'll leave and miss them. We can never know, can we? I never used to care about moments, but now...

[she trails off, almost as if she's done rambling. then]

Have you ever known the future and wanted so desperately for it to be different? For a way to avoid it, even when you know you can't? To change just one little moment so someone doesn't have to change instead?

[she has. and she worries. because Ten isn't in his flat, or anywhere else on the port can can find, for that matter, and she knows the time he came from -- and therefore knows exactly what he goes home to, if in fact he went back home. he did once before; there's precedent. she just wants very much for him not to have]

Thief? Thief, I need you.

thecatcameback

[The baseball field. A rather mundane sight for many NV network entries. This time, however, the camera seems rather adamantly set on the ground somewhere out around the pitcher's mound. Some brushing and nudging noises against the microphone seem to indicate someone try to move it, but they aren't having much success.

A small black cat with a red bandana tied around his neck appears in the frame. He, it seems, is the one so busily messing with the bulky NV. With an annoying yowl he sits down in the dirt.

Then he speaks. His mouth doesn't move but the sound of a voice is unmistakeable. And furthermore, the voice will sound quite familiar to many people. After all, it once was only a voice, no body, no form, no nothing.]

Well. Never mind then.

[Now he looks up into the camera.]

Hello Siren's Port. It's me, Sissel.

I, uh... figured a few things out while I was gone.

wingedcrown

it's been almost two months since I showed up. not a lot of time, I know, but I'm finally feeling caged in around here for some reason. maybe it's the heat or something but I feel like I need to go somewhere...but I don't know where that is. and it's not like I can snap my fingers and go on a vacation in the bahamas or anything, either.

wonder if anyone has that kind of power. that'd be cool.

[Oops, off topic.]

sorry, not the point. I was wondering if anyone'd like to go out for drinks or dancing or something. I'm way too antsy in this apartment these days, even with a job.

[Ten minutes later, the message is edited.]

does anyone know how to take care of a cat? a big cat. very big.

cursedarrows

[There is a pause. Silence as the channel runs, spinning faint static through emptiness. It's followed by a quiet, drawn breath –- as though the person on the other side of the connection steadies himself before speaking.]

Hello.

I'd like to know more about this place. Lady Unohana helped me greatly, but . . . just by looking at the walls near the diamond, reading through what is written here, I have the feeling this place is more complex than just a few words.

What do you think is most important to know about this place? Nothing in particular. Just . . . anything you have learned, from the large to the small.

[Faintly wry,] I take it that gold is not the currency in this land either.

returnsmagic

[ There's a scrambling noise, of something sharp and heavy scraping against the television. A heavy noise soon followed it, a noise that sounds remarkably like breathing, but ten times as loud, louder than a lion's and as loud as a fan of an air plane.

Soon, there is a bright light, a light that is reflected off of golden scales - a familiar sight. But these scales are different - some look like they are encased in frost, others burned away by splatters of acid or by the definite streaks of lightning burns.

The video shifted and there are claws that curved around the screen, dragging the NV to the muzzle of a gold dragon. He looks wearied, if it is possible to read the expressions of a dragon, especially with one that shows sign of chlorine gas poisoning: his golden eyes are swollen, appearing to be red-gold by the ruptured veins. His jaws are partially opened, revealing swollen gums and it soon becomes evident that Aurican's breathing is harsh, interrupted by coughing and hacking. His long fangs gleam in the morning light as he begins to speak, his usual deep voice sounding high and weedy. ]

I died . . . and I come home, only to die again.

There is an irony I sense in this, but I am in no mood for s-such nonsense.

[ Aurican closes his eyes, but barely. He opens them again after a moment of quiet. ]

No mood for any nonsense. Eurig is n-no longer needed, as my attempts to coexist as both dragon and human failed, obviously. I-I will be addressing myself Au-Aurican and Aurican alone. I am done with that lie.

[ It takes a lot of effort to speak, so Aurican is quiet for a long time, trying to gather his strength again. ]

I apologize for this lie. I thought I was being wise by separating a human's life from a dragon's life. A f-fool's errand.

Life is life. Nothing more.

[ He is suddenly interrupted with a violent series of hacking coughs, blood and spittle flying everywhere from his jaw. He stills, letting the episode past. ]

If anyone is so kind, I am in need of a healer. Dragons usually heal themselves, but the process can take decades. I-I'm afraid that at the end of the day, I will be dead. I have been struck by lightning a few times and I have inhaled a g-great deal of chlorine gas.

As usual, I am at the baseball field.

[ With several attempts at pawing for his NV, he manages to turn it off. ]

deathknellgrell

Ooooh, Siren's Port! Hel~looooooo! ♥

I've got a job proposition for some lucky person. You too can be - a Magical Girl!

Fight witches! Wear ~adorable outfits~! And gain fantastic powers! For instance, I've got HUNK RADAR, if you know what I mean - and I know you doooooooo! ☆

[ WINK ]

Sadly, however, I've got to resign my position. I just don't have the time for it anymore. And, quite honestly, I've gotten a bit bored with it. I'd just quit, but…

I'm helping to write a book on workplace etiquette, and I'm told it's best to at least try to find a replacement. Not that anyone could really replace me, ahahaha!

But anyway, if you want the job, make sure Kyubey gives you a ~real~ gemstone.

[ Grell holds up his ~~Soul Gem~~ necklace. ]

I thought this was a ruby, but now it's gone all cloudy!

Tch! I'll show you to fool a Death God, you stupid CAT!

runebladeknight

[It comes on with a jolt, and the view is terrible. A hint of shadow, an outside glance of what may or may not be a bladed weapon.

[The camera tilts nauseatingly as the NV’s owner moves, and there’s a monstrous shriek before the screen is splashed with blood. But just as quickly, it becomes bathed in light, and the blood dissolves.

[A faintly annoyed sigh and the sound of metal scraping back into place come next. As well as just a general view of the street as the owner walks on, oblivious to the recording.]

[[OOC: Backdated to about mid-afternoon. Actioning is totally welcome if your character is out and about.]]

Current Mood: discontent

failedparenting

[John's never really been a fan of Father's Day. However, the very pointed recent absence of one child, and cake from a girl who isn't even his daughter has John unusually chatty and pensive about this whole thing.]

never really got the idea of father's day. what's the point of taking one day to thank your father when you should be taking every day? then there's the assholes who don't deserve it at all.

[The problem here is he's not sure which camp he actually belongs in.]

anyway, happy father's day.