sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: chessur

Hey. Ah. I know everyone else has been doing this lately, but...I guess we all have to say something, huh?

[Hiccup looks away from the feed for a moment, visibly torn between what he should be doing. At the same time, there's this sense of unwavering resolve that comes to the surface.]

Guys? [Hesitation gets to him, but he pushes to continue.] I gotta go. [He strokes Toothless' head.] We need to go back.

The last time I went home, I came upon a very big, terrible discovery. And this happened the night before the final dragon test I have to go through. I know what happens. Astrid told me. I just...I have to go through with it, you know?

[Toothless gives the boy a nudge. A low gurgling purr clutters the sound for a moment. Hiccup laughs weakly, regaining his balance before looking back at the feed.]

So... [He draws in a quick breath, puffing out his cheeks.] That's it.

...Astrid?

edge_of_nothing

> Hello?
> How is everyone today?
> What is: good?

> ...???
> Trying to end things with a period?
> Full Stop function: not working?
> Out of order???

[There was a delay as the NV tried to fix things himself. He even tried taking his case to ~~his master~~ Xemnas, but all of the questions led to a near manual shut-down experience.

The messages come back.]

> Julian cannot fix this?
> Override: Not Available???

> someone help me? pls?
> no?

likepaleglass

[There's that man again on the screen. That one you can almost smell through the electronics, though that's a complete impossibility. (Lavender today, by the way.) The apartment behind him, obviously Newcomer-standard, is in the beginnings of what will become a fine shambles, dirty dishes piled high in the sink, a banana peel draped elegantly over the edge of a garbage pail, and everywhere books -- books upon books and scraps of metal and odds and ends that aren't even quite identifiable. In the midst of it, Howl is impeccably clean and groomed as always, with not even a wrinkle.]

An introduction seems in order. I am the Wizard Howl Pendragon, conjuror and constructor of magical artifacts, creator of curses, cantrips, and charms from the large to the small in scale. Need to win a duel or your worst enemy's hair to fall out? Find me. In need of your one-bedroom flat to become a 5-bedroom palatable estate? Call upon me. Fees are negotiable.

[A release of breath, and he nudges back his hair.] I usually rely on word of mouth, but considering the circumstances, it seems I am my primary advertiser.

[A pause.]

I'd also like to know more about this Core -- and its record. The library hasn't been as helpful as I would like.

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.

summing_it_up

[The Great Outdoors! Well, whatever was left untouched within the city's perimeters. Still, it works. Beautiful. Just beautiful.

As the ~~rock~~ NV sits somewhere off to the side, Hiccup is seen in view with Toothless. He leans over the dragon, checking the saddle and the tethers attached to it and the prosthetic tail fin, tugging it a few times to make sure it's secure.]

Check. Check. Everything looks good! [He claps his hands together, stepping back as he does so. And after he takes a moment to approve of how well everything has held together, the boy easily swings a leg over one side, patting the scaly black flank.] Okay, buddy. I think we're ready to go–

[Go indeed- "go" is the magic word as Toothless eagerly bounds forward, wings stretching out from either side as the black dragon rushes towards the ledge of a cliff. Oh. Boy.]

–waitWAITWAITTOOTHLESS NO–

[They plunge.

A very high-pitched scream is heard, fading into the background.]

[ SOME TIME LATER: ]

[The scene stays the same, much like one of those computer screensavers used for peaceful default ambiance settings. But it isn't long before it's disturbed again, a miffed black dragon and his bedraggled boy entering in from the left side of the screen.]

I said I was sorry!

[Toothless glares flatly at Hiccup as he snorts. He shakes off the excess leaves and twigs before tromping off.

Hiccup sighs, letting his hands drop to his sides as he returns the look, watching the dragon go.]

We can try again– oh. Yeah! Okay, fine. Iii see how it is. [Pause. He suddenly looks offended.] Oh, you did not– !

[Excuse him as he chases after the dragon for a bit.]

axetrid

_{[When the feed comes on the scene it shows would be normal, if it weren't for a couple of key elements being rather off. Astrid is at the forefront of it all, cleaning off a rather sharp bloody looking knife with a cloth. There are some ripped up cloth bandages, some of them bloody, strewn along the top of the kitchen table she's sitting at. Off to her side is a rather pale looking Hiccup, one of his arms bandaged up in the same cloth strips. It isn't very hard to make the connection.

That isn't the only strange thing though - on Hiccup's forehead there seems to be stuck a bright yellow post-it note, with some runes scribbled on it. He looks a little miserable and sick, but Astrid herself seems healthy as ever. She takes only a moment more before adjusting the angle of the feed before sitting back entirely, continuing to clean the blade as she speaks.]}

There really is a lot of sickness going around, isn't there? It's pretty unnerving. I figured either Hiccup or I would catch it, so I decided to be prepared. Good thing too, considering I was right and Hiccup did end up sick.

_{[Sliding the knife through the cloth one more time, she holds it up to her eyes closely for inspection before deeming it blood free, before tossing it onto the table with a little too much force, causing Hiccup to wince at the noise it makes.]}

Like my mom used to always teach me, the best way to be on the offense of an illness is to go on the defense. That's why I've been praying to Eir every day extra hard. I even caught a goose in the park and sacrificed it to her when Hiccup got sick, just for good measure. I told Hiccup to pray too, but I guess he didn't pray enough.

_{[At that Hiccup rolls his eyes, but shoots Astrid a grimace of a smile when she glances his way.]}

But it's alright. He'll get better and he already has started to feel better, haven't you Hiccup? _{[There's a nod, but...it isn't that enthusiastic.]} I've put the proper runes on him, bled him a little bit, fed him garlic and even made him medicine out of herbs. I think the elder of our village would be pretty proud of me right now.

Anyway, I've been carving a few charms out of wood since they're better than post-it notes and last longer, and was wondering if anyone who's sick would like one. I can also help bleed you if you'd like. I'm really good at holding people down, even if they struggle!

So, let me know, alright?

_{[ooc: Both Hiccup and Astrid will be replying to your comments! Don't pity Hiccup though. He feels sorry enough for himself already. 8|]}

cruelwonder

[Alice is writing in her NV today, and in her distress, the script seems too jilted, formal, and not in her usual flair.]

On Saturday, Jack Kelly disappeared.

Sirius and I thought to look for him, as he couldn't have gone anywhere without our knowledge, and his NV wasn't responding, but we hadn't found him. Then, Sunday, Sirius disappeared. He never came home and his NV is offline as well.

I know what they say about these things. They've probably returned home.

[But that's not what she wants to hear.]

I've already spoken to the proper authorities.

[There's a smudge of black ink in the corner where she stabs the pen into the paper.]

If you've seen any of them, please let me know. Please.

recitings

Has anyone seen a large man, black hair to the nape of his neck, with dark blue eyes that glow? He goes by the name of Angeal Hewley, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before he went off to work.

[Genesis clearly looks somewhere between cross and worried-- like he'd probably slap Angeal when he comes back home, but at the same time might just cry over him if he does. Then he switches the feed to private for his other housemates-- including Angeal.]

Sephiroth, Cloud, have either of you noticed him at home? I was out at a shoot last night. I just back some hours ago. I'll be around the house for the rest of the day, so I'll be keeping an eye out for him if neither of you have seen him.

[Then as an afterthought, he makes the feed public again.]

Angeal, if you're hearing this, you better come home or I'll firaga your ass!

[And he cuts the feed all huffy and annoyed.]

dawnward

[Here's a face the network hasn't seen in a while. Riku's back to looking more and more like the kid he was when he arrived, though he's grown and definitely looks older. He's sitting near the Newcomer Memorial, glancing around at the stones. For those with keen eyes, they might notice a name beside where he's sitting: Kei Yuki.]

Two years ago, I showed up at that diamond just like everyone else.

[He gives the camera a knowing smile.]

Hearing a lot of these stories lately, haven't we, Siren's Port? But I'll skip over it, since it's not important, and since Joe has already recounted what happened our first few nights here. A lot's happened since then but I'll never forget that first night I was here, or that first week.

[He shifts, glancing back at the memorial he sits by.]

Every month, I go down to the diamond to clean off all those things people call us...and every month, there's more right back up. People have told me that it's a lost cause and that I might as well leave it alone. But I don't want to. I don't want people to think they have us beaten, that they can walk all over us and do what they want. It's been over two years and we still haven't all gone and there were people before us, people still in the city. We're not the first ones here.

[Riku turns back and locks eyes with the camera.]

Someone tried to ruin this memorial today. They were going to spray paint over some of the names, like they were trying to erase what's here and who used to be around.

[It hits something in him. The names in the memorial are the ones he's collected but, more importantly, what really angers him is that defacing the stone is like trying to erase the memories of the people who once inhabited Siren's Port. And that's something he refuses to stand for, above all else.]

If we're really not the first Newcomers here, then why is nothing else around? Why was there no political party, no memorial, no safe house...nothing? Did they try to erase all of that too, so no one would remember that they were once Newcomers? Or did they try harder to become integrated people so no one would hurt them anymore?

[He frowns.]

It just...doesn't make much sense to me. Why would you purposely try to erase important memories like that and try to forget all that's happened?

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.

game_over

[On video today is a buff man with green skin and a fake gold eye, looking confused and frustrated. Behind him paces a shiny red dog.]

Hey, is anyone logged in here? The name's Matrix, and I could use some help.

I don't normally do this, but I don't have a system scanner and I'm separated from my friends. This system... it's unlike any I've visited. I've never seen one this high-res before, not even in the super computer. The textures are more detailed than anything I've ever seen. There must have been quite an upgrade...

Just where in the net am I? Are there any portals to the web? If anyone could give me a good readme, I'd appreciate it.

ex_chocoboing98

When an NV returns your sent messages, and when you make a call and it says it's unavailable... Does it mean that... Does it mean what I think it means? Because if it does, Yazoo is gone.

[There is a long pause in which he wasn't expecting to receive a little note...

Swallows before speaking again.]

Raven too...

not_candycorn

So many interesting things
around this town.

We had always thought
Our collection was complete.

WRONG!

It is obviously not Our fault.
We would never miss a thing.

Prince must have failed to roll them all up!
He always was easily distracted.

...Ooooooh!
Look at that!

And oh oh oh!
Look at that over there!

So shiny!

Can We have one?
Pretty pretty pleeeease?

We want to collect ALL the things!

[ooc: So in the Katamari games, King keeps track of everything Prince rolls up. He then gives them all silly definitions! With so many people from other worlds here, King wants to find out about new and interesting things you all may be carrying around! ]

gaveherwings

Hello. Fellow newcomers? I'm in need of some practical advice-

[A breath. This is less the tone of a confident doctor, and more like a young man teetering on the brink of anxiety, but holding his voice together at a steady calm.]

What are the appropriate channels, besides calling it in to law enforcement, to best go about securing yourself from identity theft? I've...never had to recover from losing anything like this before, and I'm uncertain what steps I should take from here-

I seem to have somehow misplaced something very important: Photo IDs, keys, my debit, a portable storage drive, and a panicalarm device which- its GPS is apparently disabled. (So much for that being anything of use)

I've been retracing my steps for almost two hours now, and I just can't figure out quite how, or when- [Uncertainty clouds his tone for a moment, as he mutters mostly to himself](It's odd I could even get so far without realizing it was missing- my lanyard is something I feel rather... naked without.)

So If anyone's had any experience dealing with this before, in the contemporary system- I'm at an honest loss here, asking the network. Normally it's something entourage simply wouldn't allow to happen, but.... What would you do?

And how would you go about even beginning to locate something potentially stolen, in a city this large and under poor surveillance, which can't easily be replaced?

lockandkeyblade

[So it does happen on occasion that Sora likes to play Sherlock. This particular evening, inspiration strikes while in the midst of training exercises in the woods (taught to him some time ago by a certain blue haired master). His hair's a little mussed, outfit slightly askew. But here's something new! Sora's sporting some new duds: At the moment, his left arm's covered in what appears to be some well-crafted armor.]

I've been thinking... Back in my world, there used to things called Gates that helped get you from place to place. Thing is, they weren't all that easy to find, and they didn't just open for anybody or for any reason.

Only, if I'm right, I just might know a way to make this work!

[Hence, his next question. It's completely relevant to the previous matter, he promises:]

What's most important to you? What's something you guys just can't go without?

[Tell the sixteen year old about your precious items, Siren's Port. So he can ask to see it. Toss it in the air. Point a weapon at it.]

[It'll turn out just fine.]

[Probably.]

swordandbells

[Sabriel's been finding herself a bit moody in the last week. Not only because of the effects of the Core disrupting her sense of time, but also because with Valentine's Day approaching, all the advertisements celebrating love and happy couples has begun to make her think of someone far away.]

There's something I felt I had to ask.

Is there anyone back in your world whom you miss? Someone special, I mean. Someone with whom you wish you'd had more time?

aslandish

[ There are no grand and glorious proclamations this day, nor joy nor exultations, though his mood is far from poor. Rather, he is thoughtful, and it reflects in his words and tone. ]

A star falls from heaven.

Can it someday return, restored to its proper place?

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