sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: dr. john seward

[This is going to be short and sweet, and rarely for Seras, a text post. She doesn't have the constitution for anything else, Walter's gone for definate and Shika is might be too... :c]

Walter C. Dornez is no longer in the Port.

I'm sorry to all who knew him.

willprayforyou

[Not long after the video begins, it becomes clear this transmission was not made on purpose. Seconds tick bye yet the feed remains black. However, though there are no images to entertain the would-be viewer, there is a cacophony of sound.

Somewhere nearby, children are screaming in terror while adults shout frantically. The reason for this chaos reveals itself in the form of a loud, monstrous hiss. Then, without warning, that unholy sound is replaced by the repeated boom of gunfire. The shooting seems to go on forever but in actuality only lasts a few seconds.]

“Benedictus Deus.” [An unseen woman speaks, her voice tightly controlled.] “Gloria Patri.” [These words are followed by one final shot.]

[Rustling fabric can be heard as the sound of crying grows louder and is joined by the muttered prayers of an unknown man.]

“You are safe now. That foul thing is dead.” [This declaration is made by the same woman as before, now speaking Italian-accented English.] “I will alert the authorities.”

“Thank you.” [When the man replies, his voice trembles from shock.] “Sis--Sister.”

[Finally, the video switches from black to a bright, almost blinding light. It spins, images blurring, until coming to rest upon the face of a nun, her grim expression at odds with her apparent youth. It’s obvious she didn’t expect the feed to be active and is not pleased to learn is has been recording for some time.

The nameless nun stares silently before eventually deciding to addresses her audience. Instead of introducing herself or offering some other pleasantry, she rather curtly poses a question.]

“If we truly have nothing to fear from darkness-spawned demons during the day, then how does one explain this?”

[The video swings to display the serpentine body of a night naga, which lies still in the deep shade of an enormous oak tree.]

“Bad enough this abomination should dare to show its face in daylight. But to brazenly launch an attack on hallowed ground is an intolerable act of blasphemy.”

[The video spins again, focusing on a group of children being comforted by another nun. Beside this huddled mass is a priest who stares intently at the woman filming him. Judging by his expression, he might be more afraid of her than worried about the threat of further monster attacks. Beyond them all can be seen a small, unassuming church.]

“If this is your doing, Estacado, be assured I will find you and send you crawling back to the dark pit from whence you came.”

----

Latin Translation: Blessed be God. Glory to the Father.

(OOC: This post is part of the Falling Shadows Event.)

integra_hellsing

[ When the feed on the NVs pop up, Integra immediately appears on screen, looking rather... under the weather. She's got dark circles under her eyes, she's pale... and she just doesn't look like herself.

When she speaks, her voice is hoarse. ]

To everyone I am giving fencing lessons to, I regret to inform you that I must cancel for the next few days. I am not feeling well at all, and as such I need a few days to recover. I will contact you when I am up to par. Thank you-- [ She turns her head away from the NV, coughing as politely as one can into the crook of her arm, before continuing. ] --in advance.

tinyvampiregod

[The video focuses on the figure of the vampire, seated behind a desk, hands neatly folded on the top. He smiles and the petite canine fangs show.]

For those of you who do not know, today is Walter Dornez birthday. I expect appropriate well-wishes from his associates here. [He smiles and his fangs are sharper than before, eyes glowing red.]

To Integral and Seras- we will do something special. We will... bake him a cake.

controllingluck

[The girl looks upset, or as upset as she allowed herself to be on video. She was leaning back into a headboard of a motel bed, hair down and flattish, not as well kept as normal. The tail of a dog can be seen on the bed near her, but otherwise her pets weren’t too near.]

[She had her laptop style NV sitting on the bed before her, so she was on screen in full, cross legged. Leaning back into the wall she ran a hand over her forehead before beginning.]

Two years, three months and twenty one days. [her voice sounded flat] That’s how long I have been here. Killed once, thank you Sylar, and wounded countless times. Lost my apartment to an explosion and have been apartment hunting, but that just fell through as well. They don’t want me there anymore so... so much for that.

Why? [Her fist balled up, eyes narrowed more] Because people are assholes. [wait, what, did she just say that? Yeah, she has a lot of hidden anger lately]

I’m tired of this city. I’m tired of everyone I know going home and leaving me behind. I quit. Write this off as mad or whiny, but I quit. Will--[she choked on her words for a moment, pausing to rub her hands over her eyes before pushing them out.] Will’s gone now as well.

I know it’s selfish, but damn it sometimes I wish I was the one that got to abandon everyone first!

[she leaned forward again, eyes watering and angry] So that’s what I’m going to do. Please don’t ask me for anything for a little bit. I quit.

[the feed shuts off. She’s a bit affected by a few things actually, and it’s all coming off into this video...]

tinyvampiregod

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

graceful_cutter

I am frightened. I do not want to lose my father.

cowboycop

(( ooc: Forward-dated to about 7PM, action opportunity for housemates. ))

Got a question fer all y'all. You ever... wish you could change somethin'? Y'ever had one of those moments when you just... wish you could go back'n... fix it all?

[A pause, as he seems to tap his foot down. His spur jingles in time, so one can only assume.]

... though I figger that here, it'd be goin' forward an' fixin' it. Three years ago fer me, three years ahead fer Siren's Port, I reckon... [One could probably hear a faint sigh if they tried. This is hard for him to admit, even bring up again.] ... a man named Neil Marshall was killed. Man I loved like a brother, 'cause... he was my brother. An' no matter how long ago it's been, I keep wonderin'... maybe I coulda... done somethin' different. Maybe I coulda jus' stayed behind a bit longer. I dunno.

... so how do y'all keep it from gettin' to ya? Even I'll admit I ain't got a clue. Guess that's my real question I should be askin'. Jus' lemme know. I'll... I'll get back to ya.

[He tries to turn off the voice, but just before, in a quiet voice that was meant to be just for himself:]

Dammit, Marshall, keep it together...

bloodthirsts

So is that the time loop fixed, then? Thank goodness for that.

Guess this means I can finally hand in my application for the SPPD. Made the mistake of filling it out at first on the second, course the thing was blank again the next -- er, same day. [She laughs a little.]

And they stopped that traffic accident from happening, that's brilliant! Guess good can come of any situation.

I am thankful I won't have to hear anything again about that bleeding groundhog, though.

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.