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ella_of_frell[ The network flips on, with Ella quietly strolling down the stairs. Everything that had belonged to Hattie has finally been put into boxes, ready to be shipped to her evil stepsister whenever she wanted them. Ella is torn on that, but whatever. ]
When I came back to this place I never thought I would be able to get my house back. I have you to thank for that, Meg, so you can consider my door always open to you if you need it. Furthermor- Kyra what are you doing?
[ The NV is set down on a table as Ella enters a living room to find her wolf investigating a set of loose floorboards. Curiosity gets the better of Ella, and in minutes she's pulled said floorboards up, dragging out a small chest with words written in another language. When she opens it, what the NV can see is money. A lot of money,
neatly tucked in tight rolls. ]
I had a stash?
[ And suddenly hearing a noise, Ella jumped, looking over her shoulder. ]
Eponine? Is that you? - is something wrong?
Aye, Madame! It is me - only - would you mind taking the potatoes off the stove? They will boil over and.... and I'm... indisposed.
[ A lame lie, but hopefully Ella will fall for it. Eponine is, of course, NOT on the toilet. No, she's at the top of the stairs, just out of Ella's sight. She had been on her way down to finish the dinner when she had heard Ella talking, and had stopped to listen. A STASH? Of MONEY?
Eponine licks her lips. That money would help her a lot. A lot a lot. And... and maybe she could help Hattie a little? Only, Ella would never give her money. Or give it to Hattie. Had she not thrown Hattie out? So Eponine made up her mind. She yelled and as soon as Ella was safely in the kitchen, Eponine scuttled down the stairs to the chest. That's the most money she's ever seen, and in her sheer excitement, she doesn't even notice Ella's NV still rolling.
She starts to grab the rolls, shoving them into the pocket of her skirt. Unfortunately when Eponine does grab the bills, the sleek, large wolf moves - having been curled up on the other side of the room, watching Eponine neutrally.
A blur of fur, a savage snarl, and Eponine screams, dropping the roll of money she currently clutched as the wolf is on the girl, attacking her arm to make her drop the money. Eponine fights back, hitting out at the wolf to make it let go of her, and trying to wriggle out from under it. But the animal is heavy and determined not to let the young thief go. ]
In a panic - she can feel blood dripping from her arm, Eponine shrieks. ]
ELLA!!! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! HELP ME!
[ She screams again, and tries to shove the wolf off her, exciting the animal, which pushes Eponine back against the box as she struggles, knocking the NV so the screen goes blank. ]
[ OOC:Purple is Eponine, Blue is Ella! ]
When I came back to this place I never thought I would be able to get my house back. I have you to thank for that, Meg, so you can consider my door always open to you if you need it. Furthermor- Kyra what are you doing?
[ The NV is set down on a table as Ella enters a living room to find her wolf investigating a set of loose floorboards. Curiosity gets the better of Ella, and in minutes she's pulled said floorboards up, dragging out a small chest with words written in another language. When she opens it, what the NV can see is money. A lot of money,
neatly tucked in tight rolls. ]
I had a stash?
[ And suddenly hearing a noise, Ella jumped, looking over her shoulder. ]
Eponine? Is that you? - is something wrong?
Aye, Madame! It is me - only - would you mind taking the potatoes off the stove? They will boil over and.... and I'm... indisposed.
[ A lame lie, but hopefully Ella will fall for it. Eponine is, of course, NOT on the toilet. No, she's at the top of the stairs, just out of Ella's sight. She had been on her way down to finish the dinner when she had heard Ella talking, and had stopped to listen. A STASH? Of MONEY?
Eponine licks her lips. That money would help her a lot. A lot a lot. And... and maybe she could help Hattie a little? Only, Ella would never give her money. Or give it to Hattie. Had she not thrown Hattie out? So Eponine made up her mind. She yelled and as soon as Ella was safely in the kitchen, Eponine scuttled down the stairs to the chest. That's the most money she's ever seen, and in her sheer excitement, she doesn't even notice Ella's NV still rolling.
She starts to grab the rolls, shoving them into the pocket of her skirt. Unfortunately when Eponine does grab the bills, the sleek, large wolf moves - having been curled up on the other side of the room, watching Eponine neutrally.
A blur of fur, a savage snarl, and Eponine screams, dropping the roll of money she currently clutched as the wolf is on the girl, attacking her arm to make her drop the money. Eponine fights back, hitting out at the wolf to make it let go of her, and trying to wriggle out from under it. But the animal is heavy and determined not to let the young thief go. ]
In a panic - she can feel blood dripping from her arm, Eponine shrieks. ]
ELLA!!! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! HELP ME!
[ She screams again, and tries to shove the wolf off her, exciting the animal, which pushes Eponine back against the box as she struggles, knocking the NV so the screen goes blank. ]
[ OOC:Purple is Eponine, Blue is Ella! ]
that_is_asecret[Xellos feels a little ruffled more so then usual. Someone just came back after dying. He doesn't have his usual cheerful voice on as not being able to access his powers is very annoying]
My goodness this is certainly a strange day. Does anyone know what is working today? I haven't been able to find anything useful at all.
My goodness this is certainly a strange day. Does anyone know what is working today? I haven't been able to find anything useful at all.
makeflowersgrow[There's the sound of teeth chattering and a girl shivering]
Has it always been so cold here? What has happened?
Has it always been so cold here? What has happened?
cruelties[All filtered from Gilbert Nightray C:]
[The feed clicks on a young man laying down on what looks like a bench at the ubiquitous stadium with his eyes closed and his blond hair mussed. There’s sounds of people talking off-screen but their voices are indiscernible and the young man seems unconcerned about them as well. His eyes open in a squint, one red, one wine gold.]
At home, it’s Spring. I am entirely undressed for this weather. Heh. [He extends his arm so one may see his light long sleeved dress shirt and vest with no coat. His outfit may also be of noble or Victorian design depending on what sort of world the viewer is from. Wherever he's from, it is no where like Siren's Port.] My older brother scold me so much if he saw me but...
[The feed moves out of range of his expression and onto his neck tie.] Not now.
[The feed lifts back onto his face that is now contorted into a beaming grin.] Who can keep a secret? I wonder. How do you keep one?
( Private messages for Jack Vessalius, Ciel Phantomhive, Raul Creed, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break. )
[The feed clicks on a young man laying down on what looks like a bench at the ubiquitous stadium with his eyes closed and his blond hair mussed. There’s sounds of people talking off-screen but their voices are indiscernible and the young man seems unconcerned about them as well. His eyes open in a squint, one red, one wine gold.]
At home, it’s Spring. I am entirely undressed for this weather. Heh. [He extends his arm so one may see his light long sleeved dress shirt and vest with no coat. His outfit may also be of noble or Victorian design depending on what sort of world the viewer is from. Wherever he's from, it is no where like Siren's Port.] My older brother scold me so much if he saw me but...
[The feed moves out of range of his expression and onto his neck tie.] Not now.
[The feed lifts back onto his face that is now contorted into a beaming grin.] Who can keep a secret? I wonder. How do you keep one?
( Private messages for Jack Vessalius, Ciel Phantomhive, Raul Creed, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break. )
ella_of_frellSo...
[ Ella's been restless, thus she can be found in front of her NV in the apartment, rather than at Meg's today (since she hadn't informed her landlord she'd left yet anyhow, and some of her stuff was still there), though she's distracted with something just out of view of the video feed. ]
I'm kind of curious, but, what does the place have in the way of donation drives, or charities around here? I didn't realize what time of year it was, since when I was pulled here, it was in the middle of Spring.
But every year... while my mother was alive, we'd go door to door with things like blankets, and extra food and other things that were donated to us for those who weren't... quite as well off as others.
[ Like her family. But Ella never liked flaunting money and status, so she wasn't going to bring that up. ]
Is there anything like that here? And - if there isn't, would anyone be interested in being involved in something like that? Even if you aren't immediately involved, donating food or anything you don't want or need anymore would be a big help. I'd like to have something put together for families during the Solstice, in particular the ones in the lower sectors.
[ Native and Newcomer alike; Ella wasn't going to give anyone preferential treatment. ]
[ Ella's been restless, thus she can be found in front of her NV in the apartment, rather than at Meg's today (since she hadn't informed her landlord she'd left yet anyhow, and some of her stuff was still there), though she's distracted with something just out of view of the video feed. ]
I'm kind of curious, but, what does the place have in the way of donation drives, or charities around here? I didn't realize what time of year it was, since when I was pulled here, it was in the middle of Spring.
But every year... while my mother was alive, we'd go door to door with things like blankets, and extra food and other things that were donated to us for those who weren't... quite as well off as others.
[ Like her family. But Ella never liked flaunting money and status, so she wasn't going to bring that up. ]
Is there anything like that here? And - if there isn't, would anyone be interested in being involved in something like that? Even if you aren't immediately involved, donating food or anything you don't want or need anymore would be a big help. I'd like to have something put together for families during the Solstice, in particular the ones in the lower sectors.
[ Native and Newcomer alike; Ella wasn't going to give anyone preferential treatment. ]
reassuresIno Yamanaka has left the Port.
She was running a flower shop, but I don't know if she had any papers leaving that to someone in the event of her disappearance. As far as I know there are a few other workers from it still here, so whatever happens to it will be left up to their discretion.
If Ino left unpaid bills with anyone, or any affairs that need settling, please let me know-- I can handle them, just let me know. My name is Nill.
[She pauses. Nill rarely addresses the network at large, and it feels a little too somber to only talk about someone disappearing.]
If anyone knows of any job openings, I could use a new job as well. I don't have enough hours at my current job right now to pay all of my bills. I have enough savings right now that I can handle things for Ino, but leaving it like this for very long wouldn't be the best idea.
I've worked in a lot of different places, but I'm not very good behind a register.
She was running a flower shop, but I don't know if she had any papers leaving that to someone in the event of her disappearance. As far as I know there are a few other workers from it still here, so whatever happens to it will be left up to their discretion.
If Ino left unpaid bills with anyone, or any affairs that need settling, please let me know-- I can handle them, just let me know. My name is Nill.
[She pauses. Nill rarely addresses the network at large, and it feels a little too somber to only talk about someone disappearing.]
If anyone knows of any job openings, I could use a new job as well. I don't have enough hours at my current job right now to pay all of my bills. I have enough savings right now that I can handle things for Ino, but leaving it like this for very long wouldn't be the best idea.
I've worked in a lot of different places, but I'm not very good behind a register.
deathknellgrellHello, hello, hello! This is very important! Everyone STOP what you're doing and listen! There's no telling how ~long~ this will last, so I need to know:
[ Grell Sutcliff is bouncing (literally) in front of the screen. Like so many others in Siren's Port, he's experienced a change. ]
How do I get pregnant IMMEDIATELY?
[ Almost as an afterthought: ]
Oh - and I'll need a father, too! If there are any actual men left in this city. My MAN is MISSING something critical--
Grell Sutcliff!
[ The usual cold voice of William T. Spears comes out as a shriek! ]
[ Grell Sutcliff is bouncing (literally) in front of the screen. Like so many others in Siren's Port, he's experienced a change. ]
How do I get pregnant IMMEDIATELY?
[ Almost as an afterthought: ]
Oh - and I'll need a father, too! If there are any actual men left in this city. My MAN is MISSING something critical--
Grell Sutcliff!
[ The usual cold voice of William T. Spears comes out as a shriek! ]
♱ 10 [ Video ] ♱
September 5th, 2012 08:20 pmintegra_hellsing[ What appears over the network is a car. It is simple; black with four doors, good size. The scene shifts to reveal Integra, who looks quite pleased with herself. ]
As much as I enjoy the horses, I went and bought a car. The payments were low enough, and while it isn't... exactly what I am used to driving, it will do. I went to the DMV a few days ago to get a license, and now I am on my way to go get the vehicle registered.
[ Pausing, she peers back at it. No more walking, no more getting horses and carriages ready... this is going to be a very, very good thing. Or bad thing, depending on her driving. This is also a good distraction from the loss of Walter. ]
Would any of my housemates want to join me? [ Yeah. She's wanting to show this thing off, okay. Who wants to take a ride with Integra? ]
As much as I enjoy the horses, I went and bought a car. The payments were low enough, and while it isn't... exactly what I am used to driving, it will do. I went to the DMV a few days ago to get a license, and now I am on my way to go get the vehicle registered.
[ Pausing, she peers back at it. No more walking, no more getting horses and carriages ready... this is going to be a very, very good thing. Or bad thing, depending on her driving. This is also a good distraction from the loss of Walter. ]
Would any of my housemates want to join me? [ Yeah. She's wanting to show this thing off, okay. Who wants to take a ride with Integra? ]
soul_scatter[The sound startles him out of bed. Trained instincts take over and Byakuya grabs Senbonzakura, rolls to his feet and adopts a defensive posture. His NV falls on the floor beginning to record. It shows two skinny legs and feet scampering across the camera.
Byakuya walks past and scoops it up, ignoring it as he puts it on the hall table. It shows his bare back, some pretty epic bed hair, and him in low-hanging bedpants. He’s very confused until he sees the two Wakame Ambassadors - one small and cowering behind the legs of the much larger one. Yuki yowled somewhere and the smaller Ambassador shot backwards to hide behind Byakuya’s knees.]
NANI?
[What doesn't help in the midst of all this is that there's suddenly a . . . polar bear in frame. A polar bear wearing a Santa Claus hat and a red-and-green striped scarf. And it just stands there a moment, staring at the larger of the two Ambassadors.
[Or the fact that Hitsugaya is there behind it, unaware for the moment he's on camera, who appears to have found Yuki. Or rather, she's found him, and is currently trying to bury herself in his hair.] Stupid cat. What the hell are you --
What the hell? [It's bad enough that the polar bear had burst out of his closet a few minutes ago. But the Wakame Ambassador? Honestly?]
[Byakuya is pretty helpless at this point. The plushy Wakame Ambassador that he’d bought Hinamori for her birthday was trying to pull down his pants and hide behind him. The bigger one is flailing and trying to defend someone from… possibly the fern in the corner. Byakuya’s not sure.
The polar bear stops, looks, snorts and then lumbers onward. However, the snort causes the bigger Wakame Ambassador to show his valor and he ends up behind Byakuya too, shaking his fist at the meowing Yuki.]
Polar bear.
[That’s his intelligent offer to this conversation.]
I'm aware of the polar bear. [He's been trying to get Yuki off of his head, but she's gotten herself pretty well-entrenched in there, warily eyeing the two Ambassadors behind Kuchiki. Sigh. It's not worth it to keep trying to get her off of there when she's being so clingy.]
What I'm not aware of is why it's moving, and moreso why those [A brief gesture at the cowering Ambassadors.] are moving.
[A small rumble in the kitchen. Byakuya took a cautious step forward and managed not to leave his pants behind, despite the two Ambassadors. He peeked around the doorway and sighed. It was too early for this.]
It’s trying to get into the refrigerator.
[He finally tugs his pants free of the Ambassadors.]
I woke up to one [He’s not sure what to call them, honestly.] of them coming into the hall and Yuki yowling. She is unharmed?
[Great. Not only has the polar bear in his closet come to life, but it's hungry. He hates this damn city.]
If how hard she's trying to dig her nails into my scalp is any indication, I'd say she's fine.
[There's a sudden blaring sound in the background.] Shut that stupid alarm off, will you? I'll figure something out with the bear. [And he heads out of frame, cat still on his head, and into the kitchen.]
[The alarm is a soft and gentle buzzing sound that would wake him up. He sighs and turns around, neatly avoiding getting grabbed again by the smaller Ambassador. He picks up his NV as he goes past and accidentally shuts it off, never noticing it was on.]
[OOC: This is Hitsugaya. Byakuya in black. Have at them]
Byakuya walks past and scoops it up, ignoring it as he puts it on the hall table. It shows his bare back, some pretty epic bed hair, and him in low-hanging bedpants. He’s very confused until he sees the two Wakame Ambassadors - one small and cowering behind the legs of the much larger one. Yuki yowled somewhere and the smaller Ambassador shot backwards to hide behind Byakuya’s knees.]
NANI?
[What doesn't help in the midst of all this is that there's suddenly a . . . polar bear in frame. A polar bear wearing a Santa Claus hat and a red-and-green striped scarf. And it just stands there a moment, staring at the larger of the two Ambassadors.
[Or the fact that Hitsugaya is there behind it, unaware for the moment he's on camera, who appears to have found Yuki. Or rather, she's found him, and is currently trying to bury herself in his hair.] Stupid cat. What the hell are you --
What the hell? [It's bad enough that the polar bear had burst out of his closet a few minutes ago. But the Wakame Ambassador? Honestly?]
[Byakuya is pretty helpless at this point. The plushy Wakame Ambassador that he’d bought Hinamori for her birthday was trying to pull down his pants and hide behind him. The bigger one is flailing and trying to defend someone from… possibly the fern in the corner. Byakuya’s not sure.
The polar bear stops, looks, snorts and then lumbers onward. However, the snort causes the bigger Wakame Ambassador to show his valor and he ends up behind Byakuya too, shaking his fist at the meowing Yuki.]
Polar bear.
[That’s his intelligent offer to this conversation.]
I'm aware of the polar bear. [He's been trying to get Yuki off of his head, but she's gotten herself pretty well-entrenched in there, warily eyeing the two Ambassadors behind Kuchiki. Sigh. It's not worth it to keep trying to get her off of there when she's being so clingy.]
What I'm not aware of is why it's moving, and moreso why those [A brief gesture at the cowering Ambassadors.] are moving.
[A small rumble in the kitchen. Byakuya took a cautious step forward and managed not to leave his pants behind, despite the two Ambassadors. He peeked around the doorway and sighed. It was too early for this.]
It’s trying to get into the refrigerator.
[He finally tugs his pants free of the Ambassadors.]
I woke up to one [He’s not sure what to call them, honestly.] of them coming into the hall and Yuki yowling. She is unharmed?
[Great. Not only has the polar bear in his closet come to life, but it's hungry. He hates this damn city.]
If how hard she's trying to dig her nails into my scalp is any indication, I'd say she's fine.
[There's a sudden blaring sound in the background.] Shut that stupid alarm off, will you? I'll figure something out with the bear. [And he heads out of frame, cat still on his head, and into the kitchen.]
[The alarm is a soft and gentle buzzing sound that would wake him up. He sighs and turns around, neatly avoiding getting grabbed again by the smaller Ambassador. He picks up his NV as he goes past and accidentally shuts it off, never noticing it was on.]
[OOC: This is Hitsugaya. Byakuya in black. Have at them]
second match | video
August 23rd, 2012 09:42 ammouthbreathing[For the first time since his arrival, Warsman switches the device over to video mode- he’s been in the Port for a good while now and knows enough people that keeping his appearance private seems pointless, particularly given the reason for posting the message. He’s acting in a professional capacity in a way, as a choujin and a wrestler, rather than a personal one.
He sits calmly and without any obvious trace of self-consciousness in the weights room of the gym, perched on the rowing machine and watching the camera with the look of blank intensity seemingly inherent in his mask- one of the few perks of constantly hiding his face, because the truth is that he feels incredibly conspicuous. A towel has been slung around his neck and the bulk of his shoulders, which gleam faintly with a gloss of sweat. Behind him one can just about see and hear the usual hustle and bustle of gym regulars.
The sound of his own voice- mechanical, almost electronic- does not surprise him anymore, but he is nonetheless very aware of it when he starts to speak. It gives him away.]
On Friday I’ll be up against a Port fighter at the Knot-A Fight club, on the edge of sectors eight and eleven. My first scheduled fight.
[He pauses for a moment, choosing his words. What he’d like to do is ask for support- it’s unlikely that he’ll have much of a turnout under the circumstances- but it seems crass and irrelevant somehow. He didn’t need anyone cheering for him when he started out back in Leningrad so it shouldn’t be any different here now that he’s (un?)officially a rookie again, yet he’s become accustomed to having someone watching. Someone in his corner.]
Look for The Warsman versus Dwayne Perry. It should be an interesting match: I haven't had much of a chance to seriously try out the fighters here, so I'm curious to see how much of a challenge they pose. I'm not sure how much the local crowd will appreciate a Newcomer victory right now, but... [another awkward pause- it's not just the delicacy of the situation, he's starting to feel shy] That's... all.
[And with that he switches the feed off. He’s not particularly expecting much in the way of a response, and he’s got a shower to take.]
He sits calmly and without any obvious trace of self-consciousness in the weights room of the gym, perched on the rowing machine and watching the camera with the look of blank intensity seemingly inherent in his mask- one of the few perks of constantly hiding his face, because the truth is that he feels incredibly conspicuous. A towel has been slung around his neck and the bulk of his shoulders, which gleam faintly with a gloss of sweat. Behind him one can just about see and hear the usual hustle and bustle of gym regulars.
The sound of his own voice- mechanical, almost electronic- does not surprise him anymore, but he is nonetheless very aware of it when he starts to speak. It gives him away.]
On Friday I’ll be up against a Port fighter at the Knot-A Fight club, on the edge of sectors eight and eleven. My first scheduled fight.
[He pauses for a moment, choosing his words. What he’d like to do is ask for support- it’s unlikely that he’ll have much of a turnout under the circumstances- but it seems crass and irrelevant somehow. He didn’t need anyone cheering for him when he started out back in Leningrad so it shouldn’t be any different here now that he’s (un?)officially a rookie again, yet he’s become accustomed to having someone watching. Someone in his corner.]
Look for The Warsman versus Dwayne Perry. It should be an interesting match: I haven't had much of a chance to seriously try out the fighters here, so I'm curious to see how much of a challenge they pose. I'm not sure how much the local crowd will appreciate a Newcomer victory right now, but... [another awkward pause- it's not just the delicacy of the situation, he's starting to feel shy] That's... all.
[And with that he switches the feed off. He’s not particularly expecting much in the way of a response, and he’s got a shower to take.]
twenty-second date; [video]
August 9th, 2012 03:33 pmlaurice[Everyone should have a lovely view of Larry lying in a dumpster, holding his NV up. Yes, complete with stinking trash and icky things. His clothes are ripped and torn and stained in several places, the stains ranging from dirt and mud to dried blood. His hair is tousled and clearly hasn't been washed in ages. And of course, his face is a little scratched and very dirty.
He abruptly sits up with a clatter of garbage; his eyes are wide with shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. With two heads.]
Aaaaaaaah! I'm alive! [He screams the words as if he was standing several meters away.] I can't believe I'm alive, guys! Oh man, the last thing I remember was being hunted and...and...
[Larry practically presses his filthy face into his NV, continuing his rant.]
I was dead! For real! I died and then I woke up in this dumpster! What was that all about?! [He glances down at his clothes. The only thing that is intact and clean is his orange pendant, of course. Then he sniffs. When something smells...] Why does it always have to be me?!
[While clutching the NV, he heaves himself out of the dumpster - and falls flat onto the pavement.] Owwww...by the way, does anyone know how to use a halberd? Y'know, those long ax things?
[OOC: Larry was actually killed during the Newcomer Hunt, but thanks to a certain little cat/rabbit thing that grants wishesand thanks to Auste being a doofus, he's alive again and no one ever knew he was six feet under for a while, ahahaha.]
He abruptly sits up with a clatter of garbage; his eyes are wide with shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. With two heads.]
Aaaaaaaah! I'm alive! [He screams the words as if he was standing several meters away.] I can't believe I'm alive, guys! Oh man, the last thing I remember was being hunted and...and...
[Larry practically presses his filthy face into his NV, continuing his rant.]
I was dead! For real! I died and then I woke up in this dumpster! What was that all about?! [He glances down at his clothes. The only thing that is intact and clean is his orange pendant, of course. Then he sniffs. When something smells...] Why does it always have to be me?!
[While clutching the NV, he heaves himself out of the dumpster - and falls flat onto the pavement.] Owwww...by the way, does anyone know how to use a halberd? Y'know, those long ax things?
[OOC: Larry was actually killed during the Newcomer Hunt, but thanks to a certain little cat/rabbit thing that grants wishes
maddeninghatter[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]
I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.
[ It isn't his car. ]
So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.
[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]
I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?
[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]
I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.
[ It isn't his car. ]
So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.
[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]
I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?
[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]
♱ 8 - Accidental Video ♱
August 3rd, 2012 01:10 pmintegra_hellsing[ Good afternoon, everyone. Please, enjoy your view of one Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, standing in the kitchen of the Stoker Manor, her blazer off, white sleeved shirt covered by the... pink apron she's wearing.
What is she doing, you might ask? She's attempting to cook, and by the looks of the kitchen, which is now a complete and utter DISASTER, she's not doing well.
Grumbling something, the heiress simply stares over at the stove, watching as the water she put on it just sort of boils over, along with the stupid spaghetti she put in it far too early. She continues staring for a moment, as though she really can't believe that this is happening, before she finally moves to turn the stove off.
In the process, however, she steps in some of the water that has boiled over onto the floor [fortunately, she's got shoes on!] and slides across it, having to rather ungracefully grapple onto the counter top to stay on her feet. This also sets off a chain reaction; a few of the jars that were on the counter are knocked down, crashing loudly onto the floor, sending whatever was in them splattering all over the place. ]
For fucks sake-- [ Fortunately, it is at this point the feed decides to end. ]
What is she doing, you might ask? She's attempting to cook, and by the looks of the kitchen, which is now a complete and utter DISASTER, she's not doing well.
Grumbling something, the heiress simply stares over at the stove, watching as the water she put on it just sort of boils over, along with the stupid spaghetti she put in it far too early. She continues staring for a moment, as though she really can't believe that this is happening, before she finally moves to turn the stove off.
In the process, however, she steps in some of the water that has boiled over onto the floor [fortunately, she's got shoes on!] and slides across it, having to rather ungracefully grapple onto the counter top to stay on her feet. This also sets off a chain reaction; a few of the jars that were on the counter are knocked down, crashing loudly onto the floor, sending whatever was in them splattering all over the place. ]
For fucks sake-- [ Fortunately, it is at this point the feed decides to end. ]
archangelflonne[The feed turns on to reveal a giant blue eye, staring directly into the camera. It blinks, before a feminine voice is heard.]
Okay. I think it is working now.
[The eye pulls away from the camera to reveal the youthful face of Flonne.]
I want to speak today about something that is very close to my heart. Something reaaally important. Even more important then giant robots, so you know that it is pretty darned important. That is, of course, heroes! A giant robot can't save the day without its heroic pilot after all, and without people to stand against it, evil would always triumph! And that would be just awful. I imagine even the evil people wouldn't like a world where they always triumphed. I mean, what fun would that be? But that is is beside the point!
[The angel shakes her head.]
The sad truth though is that a lot of people that call themselves heroes just aren't all they are cracked up to be. I've met several in my time. The Defender of Earth...well, he wasn't SO bad in the long run. Not like the Prism Rangers. I want to root for them, but their seven lights just don't spring to the task nearly well enough! I don't feel inspired, I just want to pat them on the head. And don't even get me started on the Unlosing Ranger. That guy is just totally false advertising. But aaaanyway, you don't need to dress in flashy costumes to do heroic things. It helps, but it isn't necessary. Like this, for instance!
[The camera draws back a little, revealing a kitten sitting on her desk. It is currently engaged in a game of swat the rabbit with Flonne's pet bunny, who looks none too pleased with the fact.]
I found this cute little kitty in a tree earlier, and took it upon myself to rescue him! I named him Fluffington von Furrystein. It was sort of not that heroic I guess, since I have wings and all, but other people were just being mean and leaving poor Fluffington stranded in that tree! Of course I found out how he got there not long after I got him home.
[The kitten, bored of assaulting the rabbit, suddenly seems to turn gravity off and begins to hover over the desk, spinning lazily like a kitty astronaut.]
..Yeah, like that. I'd never seen a flying cat before, but I guess they exist! But I lost track of what I was talking about. What was it? Oh yeah. Let me finish with two questions, since I'm curious and haven't talked to people for awhile. What does the word 'hero' mean to you? To me, it is someone that does the right thing, even when it seems hard. A flashy costume makes it more interesting though! Oh, and the other question..umm..does anyone want to adopt a flying cat? I've already got a pet, so as much as I want to, I can't keep him.
Okay. I think it is working now.
[The eye pulls away from the camera to reveal the youthful face of Flonne.]
I want to speak today about something that is very close to my heart. Something reaaally important. Even more important then giant robots, so you know that it is pretty darned important. That is, of course, heroes! A giant robot can't save the day without its heroic pilot after all, and without people to stand against it, evil would always triumph! And that would be just awful. I imagine even the evil people wouldn't like a world where they always triumphed. I mean, what fun would that be? But that is is beside the point!
[The angel shakes her head.]
The sad truth though is that a lot of people that call themselves heroes just aren't all they are cracked up to be. I've met several in my time. The Defender of Earth...well, he wasn't SO bad in the long run. Not like the Prism Rangers. I want to root for them, but their seven lights just don't spring to the task nearly well enough! I don't feel inspired, I just want to pat them on the head. And don't even get me started on the Unlosing Ranger. That guy is just totally false advertising. But aaaanyway, you don't need to dress in flashy costumes to do heroic things. It helps, but it isn't necessary. Like this, for instance!
[The camera draws back a little, revealing a kitten sitting on her desk. It is currently engaged in a game of swat the rabbit with Flonne's pet bunny, who looks none too pleased with the fact.]
I found this cute little kitty in a tree earlier, and took it upon myself to rescue him! I named him Fluffington von Furrystein. It was sort of not that heroic I guess, since I have wings and all, but other people were just being mean and leaving poor Fluffington stranded in that tree! Of course I found out how he got there not long after I got him home.
[The kitten, bored of assaulting the rabbit, suddenly seems to turn gravity off and begins to hover over the desk, spinning lazily like a kitty astronaut.]
..Yeah, like that. I'd never seen a flying cat before, but I guess they exist! But I lost track of what I was talking about. What was it? Oh yeah. Let me finish with two questions, since I'm curious and haven't talked to people for awhile. What does the word 'hero' mean to you? To me, it is someone that does the right thing, even when it seems hard. A flashy costume makes it more interesting though! Oh, and the other question..umm..does anyone want to adopt a flying cat? I've already got a pet, so as much as I want to, I can't keep him.
madeinoblivion[Here's a teenaged boy sitting up cross-legged on the lower bunk in his sweatpants, bare-chested, silvery hair still all bedraggled, rubbing at his eyes in hopes of getting his act together and finally getting started on the day. Nevermind that it's already past noon, and he's only just now hauling himself awake.
Last night's monster footage is all fuzzy and no good, considerably less awesome once looking it over without the adrenaline high to boost his ego, so he's feeling a little bit discouraged.]
Has anybody got a decent night vision camera I could maybe borrow? I'm working on a project. People have been saying Darwin's gone, and so it's either up to us or SERO to keep track of what's out there in the darkness. I'd rather it be us.
I mean....Darwin's like a hero to this city, so... what better time to follow in his footsteps, right? Also if you've got any tips on where to look for monsters that aren't in the guide yet- Or where I can get better gear for this kind of thing. [There's a magazine open across the rumpled sheets beside him- a catalog of equipment for 'the intrepid darkness explorer.' It's fancy stuff for the 'pro' deadly adrenaline junkie, some of it hi-tech devices, some bits of well-designed body armor, traps and light-sticks and survival gear, and all of it way out of his price range. But a boy can dream, right?]
The darkness has been acting weird- that's easy enough to see for anybody who's stepped outside lately, but I'm talking about the trouble at 24 last week, and that other AGI club that had a pool monster show up the other night. It's almost like they're getting what's been coming to them. [He yawns, snatches up his NV, and pads out towards the livingroom, where his friends have already headed out for the day- but two cats wend around his ankles, yowling hopefully for lunch.]
...Also, if anybody's got some parties coming up, or anything they need a DJ for? I could really use the cash and shot to get my name out there. I can even make custom ice cream flavors for your gig in a party bucket, for extra. [Oh. So that is an industrial ice cream machine in the corner of their otherwise-crammed apartment kitchen.] Or you could just drop in at S.S. Kahve coffeeshop, where we've got the daily special there too.
I know the weather hasn't exactly started feeling like summer around here yet, but maybe we've gotta give it a little push to work with us. Go see a ballgame. Or do something fun. Maybe the only way to beat these shadows is to prove we can still live with them, instead of holing up inside.
Last night's monster footage is all fuzzy and no good, considerably less awesome once looking it over without the adrenaline high to boost his ego, so he's feeling a little bit discouraged.]
Has anybody got a decent night vision camera I could maybe borrow? I'm working on a project. People have been saying Darwin's gone, and so it's either up to us or SERO to keep track of what's out there in the darkness. I'd rather it be us.
I mean....Darwin's like a hero to this city, so... what better time to follow in his footsteps, right? Also if you've got any tips on where to look for monsters that aren't in the guide yet- Or where I can get better gear for this kind of thing. [There's a magazine open across the rumpled sheets beside him- a catalog of equipment for 'the intrepid darkness explorer.' It's fancy stuff for the 'pro' deadly adrenaline junkie, some of it hi-tech devices, some bits of well-designed body armor, traps and light-sticks and survival gear, and all of it way out of his price range. But a boy can dream, right?]
The darkness has been acting weird- that's easy enough to see for anybody who's stepped outside lately, but I'm talking about the trouble at 24 last week, and that other AGI club that had a pool monster show up the other night. It's almost like they're getting what's been coming to them. [He yawns, snatches up his NV, and pads out towards the livingroom, where his friends have already headed out for the day- but two cats wend around his ankles, yowling hopefully for lunch.]
...Also, if anybody's got some parties coming up, or anything they need a DJ for? I could really use the cash and shot to get my name out there. I can even make custom ice cream flavors for your gig in a party bucket, for extra. [Oh. So that is an industrial ice cream machine in the corner of their otherwise-crammed apartment kitchen.] Or you could just drop in at S.S. Kahve coffeeshop, where we've got the daily special there too.
I know the weather hasn't exactly started feeling like summer around here yet, but maybe we've gotta give it a little push to work with us. Go see a ballgame. Or do something fun. Maybe the only way to beat these shadows is to prove we can still live with them, instead of holing up inside.
mister_foppish[A video blips on as he fiddles with his device, at long last making a steady connection to the netvice community. A silvery-haired fop is now on your network—Ready to do a little chit-chatting, Siren's Port?]
Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆
[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]
Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~
Also, I confess, a little exhausted.
[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]
Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?
My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.
[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]
Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡
But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:
Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?
[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.
EDIT: Check/fill out this awesome PERMISSIONS POST here!]
Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆
[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]
Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~
Also, I confess, a little exhausted.
[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]
Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?
My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.
[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]
Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡
But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:
Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?
[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.
EDIT: Check/fill out this awesome PERMISSIONS POST here!]
archangelflonne[In front of the camera, Flonne sits with a pair of chocolate eggs wrapped in foil. One of them is partially eaten.]
I meant to ask about this earlier, but it sort of slipped my mind. Humans, they really have a holiday celebrating a rabbit that lays eggs? And the eggs are chocolate? I don't think that this holiday is on the same level as Love Day in February. That holiday was the best one ever. Oh, but I like Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day too, because I like chocolate. But really, it seems like a strange thing to celebrate. I suppose there really is a lot I don't know about the Human World. Living among humans, and human-like people, is so wonderfully fascinating.
[She holds up a picture. It is clearly of someone in an Easter Bunny costume, vibrant pink with a goofy smile on its face.]
But this one is just strange. Bunnies aren't suppose to lay eggs. I have my own pet bunny that I love a lot and she doesn't lay eggs! Do you Admiral Fluffycakes?
[The picture is dropped as a real rabbit is lifted into the range of the camera. It sits docile, perhaps too scared of its owner to try and get away.]
Although that's just a temporary name. I can't decide on one. I was originally thinking of naming her Lady Fluffy, High Priestess of the Exalted Order of Angelic Fury, but not only was that too long of a name, but I'm also not sure that she is really fit to be a priestess anyway. Plus, I don't really feel fury very often. If anyone can think of a good name for a rabbit, then please tell me! Ah...I sort of got off track, didn't I? Anyway, it might have been a roundabout way of saying it, but I think that so far out of the human holidays I've experienced, that Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day is vastly inferior to Love Day. I look forward to the next holiday!
[She pets Admiral Fluffycakes for a moment before the feed fades out.]
I meant to ask about this earlier, but it sort of slipped my mind. Humans, they really have a holiday celebrating a rabbit that lays eggs? And the eggs are chocolate? I don't think that this holiday is on the same level as Love Day in February. That holiday was the best one ever. Oh, but I like Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day too, because I like chocolate. But really, it seems like a strange thing to celebrate. I suppose there really is a lot I don't know about the Human World. Living among humans, and human-like people, is so wonderfully fascinating.
[She holds up a picture. It is clearly of someone in an Easter Bunny costume, vibrant pink with a goofy smile on its face.]
But this one is just strange. Bunnies aren't suppose to lay eggs. I have my own pet bunny that I love a lot and she doesn't lay eggs! Do you Admiral Fluffycakes?
[The picture is dropped as a real rabbit is lifted into the range of the camera. It sits docile, perhaps too scared of its owner to try and get away.]
Although that's just a temporary name. I can't decide on one. I was originally thinking of naming her Lady Fluffy, High Priestess of the Exalted Order of Angelic Fury, but not only was that too long of a name, but I'm also not sure that she is really fit to be a priestess anyway. Plus, I don't really feel fury very often. If anyone can think of a good name for a rabbit, then please tell me! Ah...I sort of got off track, didn't I? Anyway, it might have been a roundabout way of saying it, but I think that so far out of the human holidays I've experienced, that Chocolate Egg Laying Rabbit Day is vastly inferior to Love Day. I look forward to the next holiday!
[She pets Admiral Fluffycakes for a moment before the feed fades out.]
that_is_asecret[Xellos floats lazily, resting on air, eyes closed, seemingly having a nap. He stretches a moment, and then sits cross-legged in the air]
A question for all of those involved with magic in their respective worlds, how exactly does it work where you are from? Things always seem to work slightly differently in each new place, and of course there is always plenty of room for creative individuals to revolutionize its practice. If you would be so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it.
[He holds his chin, with a curious expression on his face]
For those lacking in magical talents, two simple riddles.
One tooth to bite,
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What is it?
A man is six feet tall, is a clerk at a butcher shop, and wears size 11 shoes.
What does he weigh?
A question for all of those involved with magic in their respective worlds, how exactly does it work where you are from? Things always seem to work slightly differently in each new place, and of course there is always plenty of room for creative individuals to revolutionize its practice. If you would be so kind, I'd greatly appreciate it.
[He holds his chin, with a curious expression on his face]
For those lacking in magical talents, two simple riddles.
One tooth to bite,
he's the forests foe.
One tooth to fight,
as all Norse know.
What is it?
A man is six feet tall, is a clerk at a butcher shop, and wears size 11 shoes.
What does he weigh?
