sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: clark kent (superman)

I've been thinking. [Because that's never a bad sign.] In a city this size, a lot of people probably lose things, right? Or get lost. And since I'm a tracker...

Does anything need something found? I'm already trying to work with the police.

ooc: As part of Red's werewolf package, she can basically track like a dog; she's got a hyper sensitive nose, and ears too.

kryptonianclone

I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore and I'm pretty sure the 'click your heels three times' thing isn't gunna get us home because I definitely don't have any ruby slippers. Snapping your fingers or clapping your hands doesn't work either and I don't know what else to try. Looks like I'm out of luck and here to stay for awhile until something's figured out. At least they give you a free place to live for a month.

So, introductions. Hey, Siren's Port, I'm Conner Kent. It's kind of weird being in a big city because I've spent most of my life growing up in the country. [Lying through his teeth.] Guess I'm going to have to get used to it though. Since I don't have to worry about a place to live, can anyone tell me where the cheapest glasses place is? Mine got a little cracked on arrival and I sort of need them to, you know, see. Oh, and a pet store. Gunna need to get some dog food.

paterelohim

[The NV is spinning in the air, the image incredibly confused before the thing hitting the edge of a couch and landing at an odd angle. The video shows legs- feet, a pair of sock-clad feet vanishing into jeans and another pair with shoes on, gathered around what looks like a coffee table, though the table itself is out of the frame.

After a moment something drops into the frame from above: a slender, lifeless hand, obviously dangling off the table above, with blood running down the smooth skin. There's a sob off-screen and someone pulls it away again.

The sound is muffled and terrible quality, but some things can be heard.]

Stop it goddamn it just stop- haven't you done enough? STOP IT.

[Chuck's voice, sounding panicked and desperate. Someone kicks the NV and the sound muffles- a riot of noise, of yelling, and the picture starts flashing, distorting, static and terrible noisy feedback- and then yelling that crescendos into a scream. It's garbled but the NV picks up just a little-]

-THE FUCK OUT NOW-

[Before it distorts again and goes dead.]

[Text post, about 30 minutes later.]

Sorry about that. It's fine. It's taken care of. Okay, that's a lie. Not that it's anyone's business. Someone from Purgatory cover my shift tomorrow. And the next day.

[ OOC: This is open to action to anyone at the HoA. Chuck's in one of the common areas, sitting like a trauma patient on a couch next to a bloody coffee table. Fred is dead, was killed by Angelus, but her body's already vanished by the time of the text post.

The static and feedback was Chuck's grip on His powers kind of slipping a lot and Him accidentally making lights explode.]

presspasskey

[ Lois looks far, far too amused today. And it's not the kind of amused that implies someone did something to entertain her; oh no, this is a Lois Lane who's got something planned.

Two weeks and the apocalypse hasn't come; she figures it's safe to be public about this now. ]

I did some research. Turns out this is the day when women are allowed to propose to men. Apparently in Finland saying no means the guy has to buy her fabric for a new skirt. I think she still has to make it herself, though. Lucky her.

My opinion on 'allowed' is probably obvious, so I won't go there.

[ She bites her lip for a moment to keep from laughing. ]

Anyway, she's got this chance that only comes along once every four years. Say she wants to be extra cheesy because it's also her boyfriend's birthday. The problem is he's only a quarter of the age someone born the day before would be.

A girl really can't propose to someone the calendar thinks is six years old.

Besides, I'm taken.

[ As she takes a sip of what is probably coffee, something glints on her left hand. ]

So I guess you'll just have to settle for 'Happy birthday,' Smallville.

returnsmagic

[ The view shows the city after Dark, illuminated by its sparse, lukewarm lights that dotted the streets and the buildings. It seems like the recording device is floating in the air, thanks to this view. There is a heavy, repeating noise, like massive wings flapping in a steady, rhythmic beat.

The NV's owner is not seen, but he speaks, a heavy, clearly inhuman voice. ]

So much despair and bloodshed in these past nights. By evil or by evil's victims, it is hard to say.

In some ways I miss the evil of home, where it is clear where and how to fight. There the causalities, and they are either missed or celebrated in its demise. But here, the difference is not as so clear, even to me, who has lived for so long. A shame of my fault. As a son of Paladine, the god of justice and all that is good, I should have hold the wisdom to know the difference.

But I do not, it bothers me. So tell me this: how can you tell?

presspasskey

[ The voice-only post is unusual for Lois, but she sounds distinctly irritated. ]

The topic of the hour seems to be Valentine’s Day. It’s all about love [ there is faint irony in her voice ] and that always makes people a little unhinged. So, I thought I’d weigh in. [ She takes a deep breath. ]

Valentine’s Day is worthless. Think about it. For couple, there’s stress to make the day good, or else. It makes getting dumped just before or just after sucks. For anyone single, it’s only good for getting utterly smashed and binging on over-priced chocolate.

All right, so not worthless. The post-V-day chocolate sale is worthwhile.

Besides, something always goes wrong on Valentine’s—though nothing can be worse than last year. [ After all, what’s worse than getting turned Stepford by some bizarre form of Kryptonite, right? ] But really, it’s about advertising telling you to arbitrarily set aside February 14th for romance. Sure, birthdays or anniversaries are annual too, but those are personal.

[ ’My name is Kal-El, of Krypton—’

Finally, her tone turns positively mischievous. ] If you need to be reminded to choose one arbitrary day each year to be romantic?

You’re doing it wrong.

awakenings

[The little hologram that shows up on everyone's NV is that of Re-l Mayer, wearing a pair of jeans and a tank top, and not looking like she's bothered in the least by the temperatures. More importantly, she looks agitated, though it's difficult to see too much detail considering the hologram isn't very large.]

Am I the only one going out of my mind over here? The same goddamn thing, day after day after day... It's worse than home! At least there I could take a day off without feeling guilty because the same people keep dying and getting hurt. No one's listening. No one's believing anything. I've even had to resort to looking up a fortune teller and someone with precognition powers to ask if they see anything in the future, some sort of disaster or time loop--

[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.]

I just look insane. I've had to watch the same accident happen every day. I've gotten the same call about a couple that keep getting hit by the same truck speeding out of some parking lot.

[It's grating on her. The helplessness is mounting, stifling. She can save a few people but everyone else dies anyway. And it just keeps happening without any way to stop it.]

I want any officer who can hear this to meet me tomorrow morning outside of where that traffic jam is going to be around 9am. We can set up one or two traffic cops and hopefully something will change. If not, we can intervene this time. All of us. [They have enough magic users and powerful people on their team that they should be able to stop it.] And then we can move on from there. I don't care if this needs to be repeated every single goddamn day until something happens. I can't do this alone.

[She folds her arms across her chest, though it might look like she's almost hugging herself.]

Please tell me someone's figured out what the hell the cause of all of this is. We have enough geniuses in this city that it shouldn't be too hard.