sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: destiny

[Joker is hanging over the camera. His hair is damp and his eyes are large and wild. He looks like a cornered animal.]

No.

[His chest heaves and his eyes dart back and forth as green strands fall into his face from behind his ears.]

NO!

This is not what's supposed to happen! Why is this freaking island still here!? Why am I still here!?

[He throws his head back and howls.]

WHAT HAPPENED TO MY PERFECT ENDING!?

paterelohim

[Chuck, to put it delicately- he looks like shit. Warmed-over horse manure. Pale, sweating, shaking, lips chapped, breathing a little labored- he's obviously extremely sick. Despite this, he isn't in a hospital, but his own home. And despite this, he rubs his hands together, licks his lips, and manages to look a little lively.]

Okay, so- [Hold on, coughing.] I've been thinking.

[He backs off a little, revealing something shocking: he's in the wheelchair he was in for three months, that he hasn't touched in almost eight. It's a hover-chair, as some might remember- hovering two feet off the ground. There's an IV drip attached to it, hooked to Chuck's arm.]

I mean... we're all pretty much sick now. People are dying. It's awful. But you know, I think one of the worst things about plagues - [ha ha another horrible, hacking, rough coughing fit!] - fuck, is- the emotional aspect of it, you know? The isolation.

Millions of people died in Europe, but I bet almost none of them wanted to talk about it. Why... why would they. Everyone was suffering the same. Nobody wanted to just whine. But that doesn't mean that all the things bothering us just go away. We don't just lose our albatrosses because we got sick.

They say stress can affect your body. Being stressed or alone can make you die younger.

[You see, Chuck knows what the plague is. Thanks to an extremely helpful angel, he knows how to cure it. He knows He can cure it. It's not like He even has a choice about this- it's more like a calling. An obligation. There has to be a reason He went from healthy to throwing up and passing out within six hours, right? Clearly, Chuck has some shit He feels guilty about. And if there was ever a time to let loose some of that walled-up Power... it'd be now.

After all, they say only God can forgive.]

Maybe it's not the way to go. Maybe one way to help get through this is to not wall ourselves off like that- you know?

I mean, whatever happens... there aren't any new experiences or. or original thoughts. Whatever's tormenting you, there's someone out here who gets it.

There's always someone who can understand.

corks

[Well, would you look at that, people of Siren's Port. Looks like Lucifer has gone out and decided to talk to you all. It has to be the devil, I mean, he looks exactly like him, right down to those bright blue eyes that just stare at the screen for a while, as if he can somehow see the people on the other side of the NV.]

How interesting.

[He smiles, slightly, but this isn't a smile that is full of condescension towards the people he's addressing. It's...calm. And even amiable, in a way.]

So many people in one place, so many stories, so many tragedies and hopes colliding with one another. And so many flaws. But this is to be expected. Everyone is flawed...

[Okay, really, if this is really Lucifer, he's acting a bit too...interested. Too serene. Even though his stance and words might seem very similar to words that the devil might say, there's something off. ]

[A pause, and then he nods, tilting his head ever so gently in curiosity.]

Tell me, people of Siren's Port. Why do you think you have been brought here? Are you serving a purpose for this Core, or do you think you're merely a fluke, a random choice made that took you from your home and placed you here?

...Is it your fate that led you right to this very city? Or do you believe that the wheels of fate do not turn for you at all?

[ooc: Once again, please please please fill out Jacob's permission form if you could about his god-like powers and how they apply to your character and such. I'd hate to step on anyone's toes while tagging around, so thank you muchly!]

angel_of_death

[There is over the line the faint whisper of fingers smoothing across the pages of a bound tome. In waiting for the ammunition in the moulds to set and cool, he had taken to reading over old and familiar writings-- and in his present solitude, had elected to share his reading with any who might be listening over the network.]

When I told her that I must go at once, and that I was engaged on important business, she asked again: Do you know what day it is? I answered that it was the fourth of May. She shook her head as she said again. Oh, yes! I know that, I know that! But do you know what day it is?

On my saying that I did not understand, she went on. It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that to-night, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil in the world will have full sway? Do you know where you are going, and what you are going to?

[The soft thud of a closing book is barely audible over the transmission. To the observant listener, it would be obvious as to why he selected this particular text at this particular hour; tonight was the fourth of May, and it was closing in on midnight.

Walter Dornez had a peculiarly twisted sense of humour.]

It's been a while since I've read from that. I wonder, are there any superstitions about certain days where any of you come from?

ella_of_frell

( [ Non IC Cut for Offline Shenanigans )

[ Text to Everyone ]

Good day, Siren's Port. I'm fully aware of what this particular day brings, so for the sake of my sanity, I am going to be offline and in the house for the rest of it.

Have fun driving each other insane, I want no part of it.

[ Private to Toushirou ]

I guess I won't be doing anything else today. If you're not busy and feel like coming by, I wouldn't mind the company.

( Read more... )

bestowsgifts

[ Sup, Port. Your favorite Misstress of Evil is making an announcement. She's not aiming her attention at the NV, but instead is focusing at her crow on her arm, stroking its back. The black bird peers back to the NV, an obvious sneer on its avian visage. ]

I have been here what I believe to be a month now, and already I am bored.

Tell me, for the sake of being engaging in life's pleasures, what do you do for fun? I like to think I am open for just about anything.

the_final_word

[A young woman appears on the screen, with a serene expression on her face. She offers a small smile. She'd almost look like an ordinary girl in her late teens, if it wasn't for her odd colouring, and the fact that her hair seems to be moving of its own volition.]

Hello.

[When she speaks, it's with a crisp French accent.]

My name is Daemon. Your Greeters were most helpful.

[Whether she believes them or not is another story. Still, the people here are quite unlike those in any system she's encountered previously. Her expression grows more solemn as she moves beyond her introduction.]

All the fighting here concerns me. These struggles between Newcomers and locals, between AGI and SERO...they seem to bring such needless suffering. Only unity can bring peace. I would like to work together with each and every one of you to achieve that.

[She looks as though she might have something more to say, then decides against it.]

I expect we will be talking again soon enough. For now, au revoir.

[Inclining her head slightly as a goodbye, Daemon disconnects 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...]

brat_from_hell

[Phibrizzo looks mildly grumpy. He's rapidly reaching the conclusion that he dislikes human holidays - except for Halloween. Halloween is acceptable. This holiday that focuses on love and romance? That's not. Of course, it doesn't help that he's not only not capable of those emotions, but that being in the presence of them makes him feel nauesous. Still, he has to maintain his innocent act. Fortunately, he's noticed that some boys who are as young as he appears to be don't think much more highly of this holiday than he does.]

What do people do when they don't celebrate Valentines' Day and don't want to be around people who do?

[He's going to make sure he's well away from the Uzushio Ryokan tomorrow. That much is certain. But he is open to suggestions.]

I want to get away from all this...

[He tries to remember the exact wording he heard other children using for a second before it comes to him.]

...mushy stuff.

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

cadaverdaddy

I have written the same identification tags for the same guests four times now. ^hehehe We have become so very acquainted with one another, I greet them every day it seems when we meet each other again in the hospital morgue.

Though it is curious. To die every day, to wake up and know what their day holds; would it be possible for someone to do something, either for themselves or for another, to alter the flow of events~? _hahahaha What do you think- what would you do?

Two more survived today than in days past. I wonder what is to become of them.

Let us see what tomorrow brings, shall we? ^heeeeeeeeee It is quite exciting.

deductives

[There's the sound of a fridge opening and the clanking of a few dishes before Sherlock starts speaking into his NV.]

I've made the same cup of tea three times. There's still enough milk to last the week. My dog has relieved himself on the same spot of my carpet just as often, at the same time every day, with the same amount. I shot a hole in the wall yesterday. It's gone now.

[Sherlock's tone gets just a little bit more annoyed as he goes on. Though, it is unusual that "the dog" has become "my dog."]

It's obvious that the native population hasn't noticed this at all, when plenty of us have. The question is, what are we going to do about it?

[A boring day is bad enough. A boring day while wheelchair bound is even worse. Repeating that day over and over? Unjust torture that he will not stand for.]

meaculpable

--One of you lot once said that insanity is merely the act of repetition, wherein rather than expecting the same tired and tested outcome, one comes to believe that his actions have purpose. That he will, in fact, somehow change his allotted fate through stubborn force-of-will alone.

[ Those of you who know him well enough may tell that Lucifer is slightly...annoyed. ]

Though I've never fully come to appreciate the mortal need for witticism, I suppose it apropos that my third visit to this Port finds me seeing that nothing has changed, that you lot have yet to find your freedom.

[ He says the word like a curse. ]

Four here exist with the power to remake the universe at their whim. Two with the power to ignore the laws of this Creation entirely.

[ You can almost hear him smile. ]

I wonder. [ And here, he deliberately trails. ] How long will it take until one of us visits Delirium's realm.

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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