sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: demyx

[The voice that rings through on the communicator is authoritative, though Dani's anger shakes her voice and makes her sound less like a powerful figure from home and more like a really pissed off college student.]

The monster that's been causing problems in the Port has been destroyed. Its owner was someone in a black leather coat who was able to walk around in the Darkness with almost no trouble at all. If you see someone like that, I suggest you avoid them at all costs.

This isn't the last piece of trouble we'll have from this, I'm certain. If you go out in the Darkness, be careful. I'd suggest avoiding it altogether but if you want to go, then that's your choice.

And if you see the bastard, tell him he better hide himself a little better next time.

[As if she wasn't the one who got her ass kicked. And CLICK, there she goes.]

[ooc: part of the backlash follow up, the Heartless monster is officially dead, though there are some still around!]

bloodyantivan

[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.]

got_it_memorized

[Axel doesn't look too happy about feeling under the weather today. He's certainly nowhere near his last legs or anything, but he looks tired. Really tired. He grimaces when he clears his throat, but it doesn't seem to help how scratchy his voice is.]

Well. This is a throwback to when I was a kid--I don't think I've been sick in the better part of a decade, you know? [Another throat-clearing and grimace.] Ugh, wish I'd managed to maintain that clean record, too; this sucks. ... Well, at least now I have an excuse not to go to work. Right, chief? [He clicks his tongue and wags one finger.] Can't risk anybody else getting sick, after all...

( [Filtered to Roxas, Xion, Riku] )

( [Filtered to People Axel Might Give A Damn About] )

unluckyinlove

[This post takes place early Sunday morning, but it's unintentional. The feed runs for a minute or two with with very few sounds. Shuffling, footsteps on a floor, the occasional deep breath. Then there's a musical note. It rings out in a quiet room and is quickly silenced. After a brief moment, a few more notes start playing until it's a song. It sounds like a music box. Some people in the Port may recognize the song. It's rather familiar.

As the music begins to slow, Jinx's voice finally chimes in, off-key and rough.]

Twinkle, twinkle little star...

How I wonder w-what-- [She chokes. The music fades out. There's some hitched breathing before the feed finally times out.

IC replies won't come until later.]

not_the_dreck

[Asch has had to chase down some pretty strange shit since joining the SPPD, but... um...]

[He's looking over the bounties -- mostly out of curiosity, since he's an officer and all that -- when one in particular catches his notice. He's still staring at it when he flicks on the video, and only spares his NV a glance to make sure it's recording.]

...can someone explain how a wolf that big escaped everyone's notice until now?

[He flicked the NV over to the posting ((bottom of page)) of said wolf.]

And why is SERO the only one offering a bounty on it? Why isn't animal control taking care of that damn thing?

[Sometimes he has no clue how this place works.]

unluckyinlove

[The video feed clicks on to a young woman sitting on a barstool. Her long fuchsia hair is pulled back into a messy bun and one of her legs is crossed neatly over the other. She's wearing a simple, black outfit. The top is sleeveless, showing off a tattoo of a swan on her bicep. It's still relatively new. Her hand is idly tapping a pen against a clipboard that she's holding against her knee.]

Listen up, Port. My name is Jinx. I own Purgatory. If you don't know who I am or what that is, you're obviously new.

[She clears her throat and recrosses her legs.] Purgatory is a cabaret nightclub located in Sector Five. We recently threw a party for St Patrick's Day and I didn't even get to enjoy it. Why? Because half of my staff didn't show and they're probably all deported or dead. So, think of this as a job opportunity. We're officially hiring.

[The sorceress takes a moment to jot something down on her clipboard before she continues.]

We need hostesses, servers, chefs, and talent. Singers, dancers, musicians, people who can stand up in front of a microphone and make drunk people laugh. I don't wanna say we're desperate, but I'm a crap waitress and there's only so many times Gabriel can pull rabbits out of things before people get bored.

So, if you're interested, say the word. Talk to me now, call me later, or contact this buffoon. [She leans in, putting a hand up to her mouth as though she's whispering a secret.] He's an archangel. Make fun of him for it.

[Jinx grins, showing off a very sharp row of teeth, then shuts off the feed.]

motioned

how can x equal so many different things isn't it only one letter shouldn't it only be able to be one number too

[Math is hard, her life is difficult, and this was totally worth talking to the network about. Anything to distract her from homework...]

areyounext

honk.

pullsheavendown

Does anyone here ever feel like time doesn't move at the same pace all the time?

[Roxas is recording this post from the front window of his coffee shop, off his shift and therefore free to chat it up with the network. The (for now) light drizzle seems to have put him in a contemplative mood again.]

Not just when you're really bored on a slow afternoon and just want to skip ahead a few hours. (I know minutes are longer than 60 seconds then.) It's just...in a few days I'll have been here for two years. Two years. And I know that's right, but it doesn't seem like it's true.

[He chuckles and takes the last sip of to-go coffee.]

I remember when I counted time in days. Sometimes weeks. A year seemed like a lifetime. [A sadder expression appears on his face for a fleeting moment.] Maybe it was a lifetime, because I'm definitely living a different life than I was when I arrived. Sometimes I feel like a completely different person.

But it's been good. Even with the darkness, and even though really bad things have happened. Good things have, too. I've gotten to know people I never would have spoken to otherwise, and not just people from different worlds. I'm grateful for that. It hurts when people leave, but I think it's better than not knowing them at all.

So I guess I want to say...thanks. However long I stay here, it's been worth it.

[He peers out the window, then straightens up.] Looks like the rain's letting up a little. I'm gonna go get some errands done.

[ooc: Roxas, as an early victim of the Wiles of Memory plot, certain aspects of his memory have been removed or changed; however, he is not aware of this yet. Perhaps conversation in the comments will trigger a realization? Open to action.]

drinkthebleach

[It's Pickles the Drummer from Dethklok, and he's being fucking festive right now, wearing a green T-shirt and his dreads pulled back underneath a darker green beanie. The bruises from the fight with AGI have even faded, by now (much to his appreciation)—they’re more of a pallid corpse yellow as opposed to that obnoxious purplish-black. He lights a cigarette with one hand and leans back.]

Okay. Everybody knows holidays suck an’ there's no point to any of them. There's only like, two that even matter: [Counting them off on his fingers.] New Year's Eve, an' this one right here. An' I know there's gonna be at least five or six culture-shocked dildos makin' videos askin' 'bout the green an' what's goin' on an' all that crap, which gets really annoying, after a while. I'm just gonna lay it all out for you right now. Saint Patrick was this dude a really long time ago that cleared all the snakes outta Ireland—that was important for some reason, I dunno. So now we all celebrate him by listenin' to depressin' folk music in bars an' drinkin' a crap ton of booze in one night. Everyone gets involved: even non-Irish dudes wear green an' get drunk. S' all about gettin' totally hammered, 'cause throwin' up is supposed to be symbolic of spiritual renewal, or whatever.

Big surprise, yer gonna see me passed out before eleven, tonight. An' then I'm doin' a total overhaul of my fuckin' life over here. So all this shit you see? [He tilts forward to take control of the NV again and swivel it around the room.] S' for sale. I’m leavin' this dump in the dust, an' I don’t wanna take anythin' bigger than a duffel bag with me. S' just the way I move.

[A long, almost contemplative drag, which he traps in his lungs for a couple seconds and then exhales through his nostrils.] Anyone need a TV? A chair, or whatever? I got a side table that has this little mirror-thing that comes out—I'll sell it to anyone that wants to do some coke.

If none of that interests you, I'm also givin' this up:

[Pickles sets his cigarette down somewhere off-screen (presumably in an ash tray) and reaches for an electric guitar. He brandishes it by the neck for everyone to see (and looks like Christmas in the process, with the cherry red instrument standing against his shirt).] This is a JS22R Dinky. S' not a Gibson, but s' not that shitty, neither. Chrome bridge. Heavy tone. Humbucking pick-ups, y'know. Round near the nut so you can finger the thing pretty good.

'S all yers—y'know. If you don't mind the fact that the dude that had it before died in a fire. I even thought 'bout burnin' his guitar too, I dunno. That's what I'm gonna do with whatever doesn't sell--I'm just gonna light it all on fuckin' fire, probably. Give it a viking funeral. I just figured waste not, want not, y'know? An' I could use the extra cash.

So yeah. [He lifts his eyebrows at the NV.] You gonna help me out, friends?

madannoshashu

[ S'up, Siren's Port. This is Xigbar, chilling in his swanky office after a long day at work.

He smiles for the camera. ]

Ladies and gentlemen of the Port, and everything in between. There's a very important question I've been meaning to ask you all.

[ PAUSE FOR EFFECT. ]

What are you planning to do for Shamrock Day?

thehighcost

[The video turns on sometime in the morning, and the camera seems to be held up by unsteady hands. The video feed shifts, and shows off a familiar face; pale, black hair, a massive amount of eyeliner. She’s also wearing what appears to be a vest, with a blue light glowing from her chest. Moving the NV back, Death grins, showing off the Laser Tag gun in her hand, glowing the same color as the blue chest plate.]

Roxas and I decided to give his Christmas presents a try! I figured that since today is such a gorgeous day, it would be a shame to waste it in some coffee shop or some bar. Don’t you all agree?

[Roxas appears in the background, small and far back, holding the same gun as Death is, and wearing a vest with a glowing red chest plate. The gun glows red as well.]

We’ve been testing it out around Sector Four. And since we have so many of them, we’ve been doing teams! The Red Team and the Blue Team, and anyone who wants to come play can play! We’ll put you on a team and have you run around Sector Four all day.

[She pauses in thought, putting on her best gunslinger pose.]

Though maybe we should have different team names… The Red Rovers and The Blue Wombats? Oh! The Ripe Red Radishes, and The Babelicious Blue Bananas! Oh, we could do The Red Roses and The Blue Bonnets…

[While she’s talking, Roxas has been stealthily coming up behind her, a red dot aimed at her back plate, something that occasionally moves up and down on the camera unsteadily. Death is about to say more, when suddenly her chest plate starts flashing and it makes a little “Bloop Bloop Bloop” sound. Gasping, she turns around and looks at Roxas.]

I’m going to get you for that! [Roxas starts laughing, and then quickly scurries away, and Death turns back to the NV for a moment.]

We’re going to be down in Sector Four all day! Come on down and join a team, we’ll get you outfitted with a laser gun and vest as fast as we can!

[She winks at the camera and takes off running.]

I'm going to get you!

[ooc: The log is up here! Everyone who responds will be put on the red team or the blue team, and can play as long as they want in Sector 4!]

mediumdrip

( Private to Jubilee )

( Private to Glee cast )

( Private to Chuck )

I hope everyone is staying safe right now.

Isn't St. Patrick's Day coming up? Does the city celebrate it at all? It feels like a fun holiday would be good right now, plus I found this. [He puts a shamrock bowtie to his collar and grins a bit] What do you guys think?

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...

no_resignations

[...This is probably the last thing he'd though he'd ever ask, but he'd double-checked his finances to make sure there was budget for it and that he had the room for it. It would have to be older, of course, so it didn't require constant attention. What is it he's looking for? Well...]

...What breed of dog would you suggest to guard an apartment?

[He's taking no chances after the incident with the Orgniazation.]

edge_of_nothing

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

[The feed continues as Xemnas closes the book he has in hand, glancing up at the NV after a moment of pause.]

...There is never a dull moment.

[In the background, across a desk full of paperwork, a cat stalks elegantly until she decides to settle right in the middle of it all. Apparently it doesn't take much to keep her content. For now.]

Perhaps one can even call it 'eventful' - a fitting pace for a city such as Siren's Port. It is typical considering the demographic of the populace. [Of course, he then considers what he has recently heard/seen on the Network.] Then again, I suppose it varies from person to person.

And, like most, I still find myself busy with all that has been happening. And I do not expect anything less.

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! ]

universaljanitor

February ni- is it really February 19th?

[Guess who's been a bit, er, distracted for the last week or so. But hey! Better late than never, in his book.]

Ahhhh not the worst I've been with losing track of time, at least. Bit common, really. Either way, I do have a bit of a question. A nice little public inquiry of sorts!

I've been hearing talk of elections and police forces floating about, figured it was about time to get the whole history of the place, now that I've figured out some of the scientific and physical make-up of this city, its inhabitants, the 'powers' some of you are developing. And, well, this many people trapped in one place, some with powers and some without, seems a bit like chaos waiting to happen. Well, not waiting. Been listening to the news broadcasts, at least. [Just... not the dates.] And see, I have a friend in the police force. Well, in the investigative division. Well... no, actually. Not sure what she does. Bit of information on that would be nice.

Otherwise, I'd especially appreciate a rundown on magic, actually. Where I'm from its not entirely possible, just a different branch of science. Where humans mastered atoms and the combination of chemicals others you would label as witches and wizards mastered words. So if there's anyone willing to just meet up somewhere and give me a magic demonstration, just let me watch a bit, take down some calculations... might help on figuring out what makes this place so... ohIdunno, different, I suppose. What makes it so easy to trap us here. Changes the rules and laws of physics and keeps us trapped.

[He pauses, takes in a deep breath to calm down, and when he speaks again? Well, it sounds downright cheerful.]

Would also like a recommendation for a good florist, if there are any still operating in all this snow. Always tend to miss Earth traditions...

archangelflonne

[Flonne is settled in her room, sitting at a desk facing her nv. She wears a frown.]

Recently, I experienced my first blizzard. I'd never seen one before, at least close enough to actually touch, and I have only one thing to say. It sucked! It was really, really cold! And whats worst of all, I had no way to cover my wings!

[She brings a hand to the feathered wings, running a finger across them.]

Not many places carry clothing for winged people that I have found. And even the ones that do don't have any way to protect your wings in cold weather. Hasn't someone invented some sort of like...wing glove or something? I was afraid they were going to freeze and shatter right off!

[A short pause.]

Also, winter sucks!

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.]