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[He has returned, a shadowy figure with glowing eyes and sharp fangs, all the better to eat you with, he is perplexed for a moment, a question creasing his brow before his mouth curves into a rictus grin.]

This place.. heh, I remember.

Integral. [No that is wrong.] Countess.

Seras Victoria.

[That grin might be soft for a moment, it has been decades- though it seems like a millennia, since he has uttered those names though they were a mantra, his mental fighting call as he murdered the souls in him.]

Are you still here?

mediumdrip

Someone I care about has stopped eating and has been losing a lot of weight lately. I'm worried about her but when I try to talk about it she closes up.

Is this as big a deal as I think it is? How can I help her if it is? What should I do?

[ooc; All use of female pronouns and references is intentional and IC]

tinyvampiregod

[The vampire in his natural form, red eyes seeming to glow in the long shadows of the basement room.]

Heh. A fine night for a bite to drink.

Or a good hunt.

recitings

[Good Fourth of July morning, Siren's Port. Today, you get to see a bright and beaming redhead sprawled out, laying down on a couch in navy blue pajamas. He seems pretty giddy about something.]

Tell me, what do you do on your birthday?

greedyful

[There's no video, but there's the sound of something in the distance; growling, scratching, breathing.]

Your monsters are getting restless, Sirens Port.

You think they're a little angry about something? I doubt it's just a thorn in their paw. Or Maybe they're just as bored as the rest of us.

[He sounds amused at the very least]

Something's broken by the way, It wasn't me, but someone should probably fix it.

mister_foppish

It seems I'm one of the few who hasn't gotten sick. I don't think there's any secret to it, really. I've been staying inside the entire time, largely on the advice of Mister Gant. But you know, being in a cramped space for this long is starting to really set me on edge.

[A shiver and he clutches at himself. He looks rather tired, if nothing else. There's a dark circle prominent under his eye, and he doesn't look so well despite his claim of being perfectly healthy.]

Hn. I can't sleep. Every night there's always something unnatural enough to keep me awake. Strange noises, scratchings at the walls…Howling. City sounds. I lived on an island by myself for a reason, you know.

( Cut for brevity )

Living in this…apartment…(Well, temporarily residing, I should say.) I've never stayed in such a small space before. When is this sickness, plague, or whatever it is going to end? Then I can at least find something to do rather than go completely mad. I was never cut out for the whole stress thing. Ceaseless worrying and what-have-you. That's why I had people who'd do that for me, back home. Didn't I say I was a prince..? Oh well. Guess that hardly matters now.

Could be worse…Tell me, Siren's Port: What do you do in a situation like this?…I don't even have anything to paint with. Working with my hands usually relaxes me. Pent up with no outlet, I guess the saying goes.

[Pours himself another glass of wine, sipping a little too hastily. Okay, he might be a little intoxicated…At five-ish in the morning, no less. He looks a little flush, to say the least.

Hiccups, hiding his mouth behind his hand.]

I'd sing you a song but...I don't think I'm in the mood. Anyone else…not sick?

in_a_dark_wood

[The NV is looking up at the ceiling of a room in the Tower Apartments. Dante's voice comes lazily from off screen.]

I dunno what's causing this sickness. If it's guilt or whatever. And frankly? I don't give a damn.

[The sound of bare feet padding across the floor followed by the distant tinkle of a glass being filled.]

Nope. What I'm more interested in is how this all started. Whatever this disease is, it's not exactly normal. It has to have come from somewhere. Or someone.

I think someone's fucking with us.

[Dante pads into view, looking down at the NV. He's just stepped out of the shower and has a towel wrapped around his waist. His features are haggard and he's clearly been ravaged by the disease in question. Luckily for him, the interference of a certain golden lion has restored some of his energy and he is no longer dying.]

[One hand is raised across his chest, grasping a small glass of something that appears to be alcoholic. He lowers the hand, offering a better, but only momentary, view of his bare torso when he realizes he has accidentally set the device to video instead of voice. If the gesture seems like he's showing off, it's because he is. Then he steps away again and there's the sound of him landing, rather than sitting, on his couch.]

Question is who? And why?

[There's silence as he considers his own question. The glass makes a tinkling sound again as he takes a sip.]

Hm. Well. If ya got it, just try to rest. Worrying about it will only make it worse.

((Dante's permissions post))

tinyvampiregod

[The video is balanced on Walter's nightstand, focused on the vampire laying in Walter's rumpled bed. He looks.... terrible. Bloodshot eyes, skin stretched taut over sallow cheeks, almost grey in pallor.]

I have contracted the plague.

Integral, I blame you for infecting me.

whitedarklord

[This starts out as voice, though it's obvious Soma's regretting that choice. He sounds really raspy, and his voice can barely get above a whisper.]

I'm not really fe-- [COUGHCOUGH] --feeling that-- [COUGHCOUGHCOUGH] ...dammit.

[And this is the point where he gives up on the whole talking thing.]

I haven't been feeling well. I think I caught that flu going around. I'm going to be out of school for a few days, and I'll keep myself to my room so I don't infect anyone else in the house.

Sorry, everyone.

brushy

[ She's been watching- the network, the residents; ones in her situation, and the ones who've always been here. She's been reading what she can, observing, exploring, sniffing, helping, ect- and now, she decides to rest, finding a patch of healthy grass to lay on somewhere out there in this strange "canada".

What the video shows is a large, white wolf ( or a rather odd looking wolf, depending on who you are ), laying comfortably against the dirt. The animal yawns once, which turns into a normal, canine grin, accompanied by soft panting. Her attention, like any canine you would know, wanders briefly; on nothing in particular, really. Just occasionally looking to the left, turning her head to the right , down, left again . . .

She then licks her black lips, head turning, golden eyes darting towards the screen. Her triangle ears perk up and she tilts her head ( slightly! ), closing her mouth, and settling with something that can, in a way, appear that she's smiling ever so slightly, depending on how you look at it! To viewers, this is the image of a curious, at-attention wolf. A stretch of her front legs, just making herself comfortable, before she sighs, coming out as a long huff through her nostrils that follows a short lupine noise, making her attention settle completely on the nv yet again.

Hello, little ones, she says, in her silent language. Well? She wants to get to know you all- she wants to know who's here, and who isn't. Where are you from? What is it like? If you have something on your mind, if you want to speak, if you want to cry . . . if you want to stare blankly, question, seek her out, if you want to pet or even offer her food- she's all ears! Really- she wouldn't mind chatting with you! Ammy actually looks like she's waiting for something, after all! If anyone would like to action it up ( either to meet or run into her ), feel free- and if it stays on nv communication, expect text! ]

cursedblood

[hello, Port. on screen is a man who could pass for eighteen, but has that 'look' of someone far older. he could probably also give a few models envy in terms of his 'look', period.

he also seems mildly annoyed.]

While being told that there are monsters that roam in the dark is alarming, being told that it is 2012 is even more so.

I would like a better explanation than the one I was given.

circumsutus

[The camera focuses on five little patchwork mice in a cage. It remains focused on them as Stein tries to pick up a little extra cash.]

Pet mice for sale to a good home. Friendly, healthy, and neutered. Five dollars each.

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.

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?

lockandkeyblade

[Hey there, Siren's Port! Sora's sitting on the floor, broadcasting from the the community center with a tiny redheaded five year old standing just behind him. He's tugging spikes of hair on Sora's head in ridiculous angles, but Sora doesn't mind. His hair is pretty ridiculous to begin with.]

Hey guys. This is Andrew, and he's new to our afterschool program at the Newcomer Community Center. He's kinda shy, but we're working on that right? [Andrew gives a bashful smile as he nods, but for all his shyness? He's also on the verge of a giggle-fit. He he has a loosely closed fist over his mouth (a nervous habit) before he ducks behind Sora's head out of sight.] Anyway, if you've got free time, you should drop by and do some activities with us! There's lots to do, it's for a good cause. Plus it'll be really fun!

[Offscreen, not everything is at peace. An argument has broken out between an insistent girl and boy, probably around 8 or 9. Sora turns when he hears his own name. Oh, what?]

--h yeah, even ask Sora!

[The boy fires back, skeptical] Sora doesn't even have a girlfriend stupidhead.

[Sora looks pretty alarmed at this point.]

Does too! My sister says that girlfriends and boyfriends hold hands and Kairi and Sora did it yesterday! I saw!

Oh yeah well, Jady Parkinson's big brother says they're not boyfriend or girlfriend 'til they kiss.

Well maybe they did!

[Okay. Time to intervene. Sora gets to his feet.] Now, hang on a second...

Oh yeah, well my dad says you can't believe anything Jady Parkinson's brother says 'cause he's from SERO.

Sora! [The girl stomps her foot, turning to Sora pleadingly to intervene, crying foul. ]

[Sora spares a glance at the NV]

I'll... be right back.

tinyvampiregod

[He's sprawled in Walter's bed, sheets mussed, a book barely dangling from his fingertips, inches away from the floor, pages fanning out around his pale, childish hand. The NV is on the floor, skewed to an angle, capturing both the book and the vampire on the bed in the tangle of sheets, who appears to not realize the device turned on when it hit the floor.]

The disgusting taste of that human food lingers. The desire to consume it was not my own, I'm sure of that. Tch. Even a fledgling knows not to eat human food.

It even overpowers the delicious memory of maiden Hellsing blood and the virile bouquet of my partner's lingering taste.

[He looks directly at the camera and smiles a sharkish smile. Nope. He knew it was on.]

Oops.

[ A shadow tendril clicks it off.]

bloodthirsts

[You may experience some vertigo. That is as the camera spins dizzily, glimpses of the ground, night sky and surrounding buildings passing by at speed. It's obvious the NV's owner is up high, the NV itself maybe tucked into a belt or waistband.

Why the view is so dizzying becomes apparent with the appearance of a group of Icarus monsters, clearly on the attack. Not that it seems to be doing them any good, there is a twist of shadow that seems darker than the night sky, highlighted by hellish red as if embers burn within it. One minute it's a twisted bat wing and then a host of sharp blades.

It's cutting the Icarus to shreds; entrails, hands, heads go flying in a gorey display. Then there's a sudden sharp turn.

One of the monsters has gotten up close, arms and entrails gone but wings and mouth intact, still determined to eat. It lunges in for a bite before slim hands catch between it's jaws.]

SOD OFF!

[Seras grips its upper and lower jaws, the sound is terrible from the beast as she pries its mouth open wider and wider until finally the upper jaw and skull go flying off in a spray of blood that obscures the camera.]

[[ooc: Seras is working out some Wrath thanks to the 7DS plot XD; Feel free to action if your character would be nearby.]]

rapturescreed

Today, I was called in to my daughters' school for a parent and teacher conference. While I would like to say that this was a surprise, I have to say, I know that both Nana and Pino are very smart, and very hardworking. I saw no reason for them to call in a parent unless something had happened, and I was informed that every parent was called in to have a discussion with the teacher about how their child is progressing in the classroom.

[He would smile, but then, he's much more serious about this then anything else.]

It seems that the teachers were concerned about my daughter's speedy progress in class. They actually gave her a lower grade, because she didn't show her work on the paper. The answers were correct, and yet they saw fit to punish her because she had found a speedier way to give them what they wanted. I, as a parent, was outraged.

[That's putting it lightly. He made a little bit of a mess in the classroom.]

Here, they made me sit in one of those absurd desks made for children, and then went over how many times Pino had raised her hand, because she knew the answer, compared to the other children who did not know the answer. And then they told me that she doesn't use free time like the other children! They said she was strange, and she would copy someone else's painting. [He's getting a little angrier.] She's a child! And here they blame her for something that is not really her fault! [Breathe. Calm down.]

Thought of the day: Do not penalize the child because you are too ignorant to know that they are right.

[He pauses, taking the time to think of what he wants to say next.]

Aside from my comments on the current state of the Siren's Port school system, there are two other items on my list tonight. As you all know, we recently lost Yako Katsuragi from our midst. She was a good friend, and a hard worker, and she will be sorely missed. She was in charge of running the Newcomer Community Center, as well as scheduling all of the activities that took place there. Now that she's gone, we are without someone to maintain the community center. So, I would like to put a call out for everyone to step up to the plate, so to speak. If you think you could do a good job of making sure the center runs smoothly, I would be glad to look at your resume. Of course, whoever runs the center will also be granted access to the Newcomer Political Party and all it's meetings from here on out. We need your help. I don't want the center to close, just because we all decided not to do something about it.

[He looks saddened by that statement. It would be a shame to shut down the center because of no help.]

The other thing I'd like to mention is the Newcomer Business Convention that Mr. Chaolan has been setting up. I, as well as the rest of the Newcomer Political Party, think that this will be a great opportunity to bring to light other business in the area, and to help other Newcomers out there. The NPP will be backing the convention, and I hope that every Newcomer who currently runs a business, or knows of a business friendly and neutral to Newcomers, will participate in this event.

Thank you for your time.

deathknellgrell

Hello darlings~♥

I've got something to show yooooooooooooou~!

[ The camera image jiggles as it's set into position. Grell steps back and poses: hands on his hips, back arched, hair thrown back, and face...

Well. His face looks completely and utterly maniacal. Which is to say - he looks the same as he always does. Even his attire - a smart black suit, custom-designed and hand-tailored by Ishida Uryuu - is entirely unremarkable. ]

You all know me as a grim reaper who's super c~u~t~e ☆

But look at me now...

Reaper star power! Make-up!

[ Grell flings his arms out to his sides and twirls. There's a flash of gold light. His clothes disappear.

(Fortunately for everyone, he's got his back to the camera at this point!)

Rings of light surround his body and sweep upwards, leaving behind an entirely different outfit. ]

I'm a pretty mini-skirted soldier of justice and loooooooooooooove~!

[ Though Grell's tastes typically tend towards the terrifying, the persona he's presenting right now couldn't be more adorable. Even his voice has lost its usual roughness; it's pitched high and sweet. ]

I'm a magical girl!

♥

[ He blows a kiss towards the camera. The feed ends! ]

bloodthirsts

[Oh hey guys it's Seras in her police uniform, Seras on her hands and knees peering down a large drainpipe with the bright remnants of a Joker easter egg shell nearby. ~~Dat bum.~~ She's obviously set her NV down for a moment and it's somehow managed to start recording. Maybe because of a fluffy yellow chick pecking at the concrete nearby. There's a couple more poking their heads out of a small basket.]

-- no no, Mr. bunny! You need to come out of there! The sirens are going to sound soon, it's not safe... please?

[Her tone makes it obvious Mr. bunny being nommed is a terrible prospect D8]

Just stay still... Um... [A dark tendril snakes from her arm, down the pipe, Seras frowns in concentration as the rabbit then emerges wrapped in shadow, obviously paralysed by fear of the unconventional rescue method. It's a white rabbit, brown ears and a patch over its left eye.] Phew! There we go! That's better isn't it? [Seras takes hold of the rabbit properly in her arms, it's obviously relieved to be out of the shadows grasp. Of course then she looks round for her NV and notices the camera is on.]

... erm...

[[OOC: Feel free to have your character hop in with an Action thread if they're nearby.]]