deductives: (all in the detail)
[personal profile] 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.
bloodyantivan: (two big swords)
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[The NV is focused on Zevran against a nondescript wall: off-white, cracked in places, but nothing distinctive. He smiles. He is dressed, as usual, in his light leather armor, though the daggers he typically carries on his back are not currently visible.]

So... it appears I am about to be evicted.

Does anyone have a little spare room for an elf of many skills? I don't mind sharing a bed. [That's accompanied by a wide, wide grin.]

§ 001.

May 21st, 2012 01:59 am
symmachy: giftwrapped @ IJ (oh.)
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[the video starts with the pitch-black of some random alleyway. something is panting hard in the background; after a moment it whines. but it's suddenly cut off by a loud squelch. silence again. the person holding the nv shifts enough so that her white jeans, speckled with blood, are visible. she then lifts the comm to her face; for a split second, she doesn't look human. the skin of her face is pulled tight over her skull, her eyes are wide and the cat-slip pupils hardly visible. the planes of her face are too sharp, too flat, too... wrong.

but it's already gone, and there's just a teenaged girl with green eyes, cropped red hair, and a dusting of freckles. when she speaks, her voice has a slight irish accent. she talks quietly, mindful of the creatures lurking about.]


I won't say this is new, but it's certainly more exciting than the last time. Reminds me a bit of Xibalba.

[her nostrils flare as she takes in the scents around her.]

Certainly stinks like it. Slightly more rotted, though.

[she smiles, close-lipped, trying to look friendly even with the corpse of some large, hideous creature behind her. she steps closer to the street, out of the alley. reaching behind her, she sheathes the bloodied short sword that was in her free hand. the hilts of a twin set are poking out over her shoulders.]

Now, pleasantries aside... I need to get to Paris. I was just there with--[her voice trails off. with whom? well, if she didn't remember, it couldn't be important.]--on vacation, and I'd really like to get back to it. So everything will just be simpler if someone can point me in the right direction.

[there might be a touch of a threat to her voice now, even if it's still quiet. and she doesn't lose that smile.]

And believe me. You want this to be simple.

[ooc; please take a few moments and fill out this permission post!]
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[ The last post Aurican made was when he was losing control of his rage at that awful woman and her memory-destroying ways.

He intends to make a better impression after that. So here he is, a golden dragon, but he is not in his usual haunts like the docks or the beach when in dragon form. No, he is somewhere that has more vegetation, the bright greet of leaves that tells the coming summer and the arrival of spring. The camera tips this way and that, massive golden claws sometimes in view, as Aurican manages to work to straighten his NV out.

In the confusion, it shows a newly slain deer. Aurican likes fine dinning as any other civilized being, but sometimes there's nothing like a newly slain deer to fill a dragon's appetite. But fortunately to Siren's Port's wildlife, such hunting is rare on Aurican's behalf. He's just giving himself a well deserved treat. 

The NV adjusts it self and it starts to slowly moves upward toward Aurican's face, thanks to Aurican casting a spell of levitation to free his claws. ] 

Greetings to all. I have noticed that once again, more arrivals have graced us with their company. I extend my welcome as well, and I will gladly assist those who need to travel by night for any reason. The Darkness is not something to be fought alone, after all, and you can call me on my NV if that is your wish. I would also advise that drinking a copious amount of alcohol and going outside in the Dark is possibly the foolish thing - and the last - you can ever attempt in this City. It is a waste of both lives and alcohol.

[ He smiles at the last part - it is Aurican's meager attempt at humor. But he's getting better, as he started off with no sense of humor at all. ]

I have also notice a certain plague that is starting to take root of this city. I am not affected, but dragons of my kind have never been succumbed to sickness, so I do not believe I am in danger of such a thing here. 

As of yet, anyway. This is a very strange land after all. 
in_a_dark_wood: (Myself I offered ready for his service)
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[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))
guerrilla_morph: (my god people STOP BEING STUPID)
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[ When Marco learn of Canada's cursed island and the monsters and the companies, he knew he has to go on the network and learn everything.

First thing's first: ]

Ok is it really 2012???!?!?!

what happen in the last 14 years


[ Wait. Marco deleted that part, thinking. He's not sure why, but for some reason, he thinks that asking the year of his timeline would not be . . . best.

And when it comes to his gut, that gut it usually always right. He tries again, sending out a more polished text message. ]

what happened in the last 16 years i need to know

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