sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: himawari kunogi

[ Suddenly ginger on your network. But no hellos or witty greetings. Amy Pond looks a biiiit panicked at the moment. ]

So, it's definitely daytime, right? It's really, actually light outside. I'm not going mad, yeah?

[ It's just after noon, and the sun is high in the sky. And contrary to her statement, she sounds like maybe she has, as her eyes flicker up every few seconds to something off screen. ]

Right. 'Kay. Then somebody please explain what that is?

[ Finally she turns her NV around to the opposite side of the baseball diamond, where the dugout is. In the shadow of the small concrete structure stands a darkness monster (it looks more like a giant dog), crouching and pacing, all snarls and spit from its roped-like mouth, looking ready to charge. Something is holding it back though. ]

Not sure I want to find out! Doctor!

[ And someone else manages to pop onto screen, not all that far off. And that someone happens to be one very cool looking Doctor. And he doesn’t look concerned. Not that he’s noticed the monster yet. ]

Amy, you don’t need to yell I’m perfectly capable of hearing—

[ and he sees the creature. ]

Now, what exactly are you? Wait. Don’t tell me. Are you an ood-dog? I can tell. You’re definitely an ood-dog.

[ and he’s moving steadily closer to the creature, sonic screwdriver in hand. ]

Doctor, no. What are you doing?

Not to worry, Amy. He might look terrifying, but like the Ood, he’s perfectly harmless. You know that, we’ve met one. …Will know that, and actually, he wasn’t in the best of moods since he was mind controlled by—

[ He’s cut off mid-sentence as the so-called “ood-dog” whips out one of its tendrils and grabs onto the sonic screwdriver. The feed shakes as Amy jumps, grabbing the Doctor's arm, fearing he might lose it. ]

Right then, maybe he’s not in the best mood either.

[ After a few more tugs, the Doctor manages to get his sonic screwdriver out of the creature’s tendrils. And as if the Doctor needed to say it… ]

Run!

( ooc; amy and eleven. the shadow event strikes! responses will naturally be delayed until they've dealt with the monster. action is welcomed though! )

mentors

[Angeal is stricken, which is honestly not surprising. He's managed to keep it together though the night after getting the call. A man of war, you often just forgo feelings when it is convenient to in order to push though, a strategy almost recommended if one wants to survive.

He's letting himself have that moment of letting all those emotions escape now, back in the safety of his home. It's a half hour or so before noon, and when he reaches for his NV to make a call. Which mean,s unfortunately, you don't have a very good view in this post, except for one moment where he pulls the NV to him, and two of the exact same sword can be seen over his shoulder. One charred, plastic melted onto it, and the other in pristine condition.

He doesn't feel like he can carry either of them.]

I need to plan a funeral.

[A long pause, and his voice is clearly restrained.] And I think we need to investigate.

[No, he doesn't know that his NV is on for everyone to see. Feel free to tell him.]

inthejunk

['Sup Portians? It's Yosuke again. The good news is you're not in a toilet this time. The bad news is there are definitely bars on the window, there. Yeah.]

[He rubs his face and sighs, and he's definitely been there over night. He'd never let his clothes get wrinkled or his hair get mussed like that otherwise.]

Um...I think I might need a lawyer.

gabriel_gray

[ Interrupting your regularly scheduled earthquake disrupted morning.

There's nothing quite like disturbed sleep to shake someone up, but in this case it's an epidemic of pride that's made Sylar look as unhinged as he does. He's looking for a fight--or at least looking for one that he can win. Which is why he's somewhere very recognisable and open; the baseball diamond. ]

I know you think you're better than me. That you think it doesn't matter how powerful I am, the simple fact that you're a hero means that you'll come out on top. [ He laughs. ] Like the real world works that way. I'll give you a clue, it doesn't. You go around playing the hero and sooner or later something bigger and badder than you're ready for will chew you to pieces and spit you out.

But don't let me stop you. You want to learn your lesson? Well then, sign up for classes starts here. I even offer private tuition, free of charge. Well, I say free...

Come on. What are you waiting for?

( ooc note )

soldierfirst

[The feed opens to...black. The palm of a glove, in fact; the glove pulls away a moment later, the hand having been employed in the task of positioning the NV for broadcast. What it shows is a clean, modern conference room; anyone who has been a guest of Violet Systems will likely recognize the decor of its facilities. Sephiroth comes into view a moment later, dressed in his uniform and looking every inch the General that he is as he sits in a chair to face the recording.]

Good morning, Siren's Port. [A pause, the kind that's calculated to make sure the attention of the audience has been grasped.] I come to you with a request.

By now, many of you may have seen or heard about Mister Chaolan's idea, to coordinate a convention for the Newcomer owned and run businesses here in the Port. I am pleased to confirm that this event will be happening this coming weekend. [Another pause, and a hint at something that could maybe sort of be a smile, but is gone too quickly for it to truly be called one.] This is where you come in, those of you who might be interested.

I am looking for a few good men and women who would be willing to act in the capacity of security for the event itself. If there are any interested parties, please contact me so that I may evaluate your suitability to the task. [And there it is, an actual smile. ~~Someone was obviously trained for this sort of thing.~~] I look forward to it.

[ooc: coordination for security for the event is here. Coordination for the event itself is here.]

soldierfirst

[It's early morning of the 2^nd and Sephiroth isn't using video, something unusual for him. ~~He still has pink hair.~~ His tone is mostly even, but here and there his words are short and clipped.]

I need to know if anyone in the Port has experience with memory manipulation or erasure -- and, more importantly, the undoing thereof.

[The sentence trails a little, as if he's going to add more, but the General decides against it -- the situation can be explained if anyone responds with anything helpful.]

Thank you.

[Locked away from Genesis, Angeal and Cloud:]

Some advice on the removal of dye from light-colored hair would also be helpful.

[Housemates will note that he has not been present since the night previous, and will not return today either.]

recitings

Has anyone seen a large man, black hair to the nape of his neck, with dark blue eyes that glow? He goes by the name of Angeal Hewley, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before he went off to work.

[Genesis clearly looks somewhere between cross and worried-- like he'd probably slap Angeal when he comes back home, but at the same time might just cry over him if he does. Then he switches the feed to private for his other housemates-- including Angeal.]

Sephiroth, Cloud, have either of you noticed him at home? I was out at a shoot last night. I just back some hours ago. I'll be around the house for the rest of the day, so I'll be keeping an eye out for him if neither of you have seen him.

[Then as an afterthought, he makes the feed public again.]

Angeal, if you're hearing this, you better come home or I'll firaga your ass!

[And he cuts the feed all huffy and annoyed.]

soldierfirst

[A short, simple post pings the Network about an hour before evening sirens.]

It seems that this world is eager to claim a holiday or celebration for every little thing. Is there then one for remembrance of those lost? It is a strange question, I know, but it is sometimes more expedient to simply ask. |

[For anyone who might be out and about this evening, Sephiroth is wandering among the markers at the Newcomer Memorial, giving most of them at least a casual regard but spending the bulk of his time at one or two in particular.]

moimin_papa

[Finland doesn't speak immediately as he turns the camera on. He has his legs tucked up against his chest, his chin resting on his knees, and on the floor of the newcommer apartment beside him are a few boxes of France's belongings. The loss of the fellow Nation was more of a shock to Finland than arriving here in the first place.]

We're all newcommers here, right? None of us belong here.

[His voice is accented; he was fluent in English before he arrived here, but anyone from the area should be able to recognise that he's Finnish, or at least from around there. Fidgeting, he pulls at a stray thread on his jumper, his blonde hair falling over his eyes as he looks down.]

What do other people do when they feel homesick?

recitings

[Today, Genesis seems to be leisurely lounging at the house with his feet propped up on a table and a slim sabre in his hands. Dressed down in jeans and a button-down white shirt, he looks more like he's posing for a picture rather than coming on to tell people something over the network.

Well, he didn't just turn on the NV to look pretty. Although people are very welcome to stare.]

I've been thinking that with all this free time on my hands, maybe I should start a kind of side-line job. I don't think it would hurt my modeling career to offer sword fighting lessons to whoever is interested. So, would you be interested?

[His bright blue eyes are fixed on the NV now as he expertly maneuvers the sabre despite his laid back posture. Trained eyes can notice that his body is more accustomed to handling something heavier though, like the massive scarlet sword hanging on the wall behind him.]

You'll get lessons from a First Class SOLDIER. One of the finest, best-trained fighters back in my world. I can't say much about my actual skills as a teacher, but I've learned a thing or two about handling people back in the military. Just let me know if you're interested.

[Then he makes the feed private to Franz]

Your lessons will always be free of charge.

[And a wink, and he shuts off the feed.]

madeinoblivion

[There's a shift and crinkle of a soft taco wrapper, loosely covering an NV to hide it's sneaky planting. Through the low murmur of background noise, and something which sounds distinctly like Underground Mall muzak, two adolescent male voices are prominent. One sounds particularly bright with bravado and a little bit of playful goading.]

Okay, so! That is a pretty girl. Good, Roxas! You're finally getting somewhere with this.... Now. [Onward to step two and the ten thousand munny jackpot question:] What makes her pretty?

Sheesh, you don't need to talk like I'm a little kid. [But Roxas sounds more amused than annoyed.] Uh...she has nice hair. With the curls.

So curly, [Joe clarifies keenly, his voice leading] but not....frizzy-curly. Neat.

Yeah. The smooth curls. See that other girl over there? It looks like she has a bush on her head. [The boys dissolve into a brief round of shared sniggers.]

No bushes, right- and... light-colored, right? Red or Blonde? Okay, now what's better, skinner like her or curvier- not big, but...like that one-

What's it matter what color someone's hair is? Red and blonde are both nice. ...uh. That one, over there.

Does it matter what kind of clothes she likes to wear? Or what stuff she does- what kind of stuff do you think is cute? That's really important for finding your 'type' - (You know, for girls this part is so easy? It's not fair- they have magazines with these quizzes and they just circle answers and then you count up what letters you've got most of, and that tells them straight off what your 'type' is.) So anyway. If you had to use just five words for what you like in girls....Go!

[Roxas is starting to get a little annoyed with all the questions here, himself.] That stuff's not important. (And that sounds like a stupid magazine.)

Uh...nice...funny...active...pretty smile? I can't think of anything else, are we done?

Yep! That should give us some options. [Plucking up the NV, he swaps it to video and uprights the camera, revealing an brief upside-down view of an ideal girl-watching overlook on the second level of the food court turning the image on the spiky blonde haired victim of this attractiveness-scouting duo.] So! You heard it all right here, ladies! My friend Roxas needs a Valentine, and has just a few more days to find one-

[Roxas's jaw drops and his eyes go wide as comprehension dawns.] Did you...

Aaaaany takers? (Bonus, if you like coffee.)

Are we on the network?!

...Or Ice Cream! [A 'hah' of a laugh, our cameraman leaps up from his seat and swerves it quickly in front of him to block his aghast and embarassed friend's path] Or maybe skateboarding. Or you just want to come over and play with his cat-

[And then Roxas lunges directly at the camera. There's the fumbling beginnings of a wrestling match, a peal of Joe's laughter, and then the recording shuts off.]

underachiever

[Rare video post from this one. Normally he wears his NV on his wrist, but it's static right now, sitting on a nice kitchen countertop. There's a sharp knife in view, but no Shikamaru yet. He's talking from off-screen. Sounds like he's messing with supplies of some kind.]

Sorry for the spam, but I kinda need the network for this. If you're squeamish, you can turn it off. If you're not and you wanna help me out with this experiment, keep watching.

[He walks back into view with a first aid kit, which he sets down a little further away on the counter. He picks up the knife next, wiping it down with some isopropyl alcohol.]

I think I've got an idea what happened last night. It might've been a fluke, but just in case it happens again tonight, I'm gonna test my theory.

Um, seriously though, if you're bad with blood, don't look. But it'd really be helpful if a few of you could pay attention and try to remember what you see exactly.

( Cut for pretty mild self-mutilation. )

ibreakrules

[Frau simply stares at the NV, a deep frown on his face. He waits for a brief moment eyes focused away from the NV as if he knows something is coming and needs to confirm it. When he hears the muffled slam of a door coming from the apartment down the hall, his attention returns to his recording. This is deja vu, and not the way that everyone else is feeling it. Well, it's that way too, but more importantly... this has happened to Frau before.]

It looks like this time I'm not the only one. How many of your are seeing the exact same things today as you did yesterday? Interactions between people are the same? Even if you say something different today than you did yesterday, you still get the same response?

It's important. Hopefully knowing the answers will help. [A pause] Especially from the ladies.

[No, men versus women makes absolutely no difference. Frau just likes talking to women more. Serious situation or not, he might as well enjoy it a bit.]

[He stops again, mind going back to the last time this happened. The Almarz Estate. There not only had time stopped, but the residence had been completely cut off from the outside world.]

I need to know what sector you're in too. And if there is anywhere you can't get to for some reason.

[He isn't going to explain why, which is obvious as he's seen reaching out to turn off the recording already. As he does, the mumbled words "I don't understand. I don't feel any kor here... but it's a big place..." can be barely heard before he video ends.]