sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: kaiji itou

[When the video first flickers on, a pink-haired girl is standing some distance away from it in a small, dark apartment, presumably the starter apartments. In the background, you can hear the roar of a car's engine, but the source is unknown. It's the only noise in the room besides the sound of movement.]

Hello! I'm Utena Tenjou and I'm--well, one of the newcomers.

[Here, Utena starts doing lunges, talking while she does so.]

If anyone on the network has a free sword, please let me know! And while I'm thinking of it, is there a basketball court here? Or a volleyball court? Anything is good, I guess, but it doesn't look like the Baseball diamond is open for business right now!

mouthbreathing

[The microphone rustles on to a light hiss of breeze and distant city sounds from an open window. One can just about hear fingers skidding across buttons, manipulating the NV. And then, almost from nowhere, it begins:

Ko… ho…

Ko… ho… ko… ho…

A slow, heavy, mechanical breathing- air forced across metal vents and through steely chambers, released in a guttural rush.

It’s difficult to imagine it coming from anything living, but there’s also something off-puttingly human about it in its steady regularity, like the pulse of a heart. The sound continues for around a minute before catching, just for a second, and then being suddenly and unceremoniously switched off mid-breath.

Around twenty minutes later, a text message appears on the network.]

Where would a robo-choujin go for repairs?

motioned

So, I was going through the news feed this morning, and I got to the story about the girl from AGI and the boy from SERO, and... I think it's important that they care about each other, because stuff like that is always important, but I guess I just don't understand why it's news, or why they had to keep it a secret. It shouldn't matter who they are as long as they're in love, right? And the people called it a scandal, and that's not fair at all, either. Plus, there's a lot of other more important stuff they could be talking about. [Like the hunt, of course.

A small sigh.]

But I don't really get what the problem with different fonts is, either, so maybe I'm just missing something.

the_dead_pool2

[The feed opens up to Deadpool sitting at a table with a few empty bottles of booze, some broken glass. There is a tiredness in his body, slumped over and just kind of sitting there in the shadows. He drags a knife across the desk absentmindedly for a moment]

You know, I wonder what it would be like to live in a bubble. I mean, not individually, but like all together, in some bubbly wubbly place. We'd all be just like... surrounded by softness and rainbows. Instead of citizens or whatever, we'd just be like the bubblefolk, and farm our water and marshmellows.

[He twirls the knife around, and then hurls it across the room into the wall]

Thats not the kind of world we are in here though. Its hard, rough, full of danger. No matter how powerful or trained you are, there are some things which can hurt you here, and people you care about.

[He didn't know if she would be able to recover, but it was for the best for now]

For those of you who do care, Jubilee is dead. She died of wounds sustained during the Darkness and... wasn't able to pull through.

[It was his fault, he should have been faster, quicker, been ready for it, able to stop things from happening somehow. Who knew if these words would come true soon enough?

The feed clicks off]

secretlabtech

[ Dexter has a blanket wrapped around him. He's in what seems to be a small office, the glow of a computer screen accenting his features. ] Never thought I'd miss summer in Miami. A high of eighteen degrees? Are you serious? [ He scrunches his face up. ] In June?

Brr. Anyhow, I just wanted to let you all know that my job is officially the worst with all these daylight darkness attacks. Have you tried doing blood spatter when it's been corrupted by the darkness? No, I guess not. I love a challenge as much as the next guy, but I like it a lot more when my job is easy. Less paperwork for one thing.

[ A pause; he hesitates because he isn't sure he wants to talk about this at all, it makes it a little too real. But he doesn't like feeling abnormal, because it draws undue attention to him, and it needs to be addressed. ] Still haven't shown any sign of having one of these supposed 'superpowers' yet. There should be a clinic for that, right? Like for testing?

12second_orz

[Any viewers couldn’t be blamed for not recognising the Tonegawa who appears on screen. Yes, he’s wearing his trademark smirk- but today it seems an accessory to the rest of his appearance.

He’s most certainly in his office and it’s most certainly early morning, but that hasn’t stopped him from putting on a pair of dramatic dark shades. He also seems to have traded his usual charcoal suit for a grey that at a glance only seems to be a shade lighter but which, as he moves to remove his shades, catches the light with an almost pearly sheen. The shirt underneath is black, the tie a striking scarlet- and on it glints a tie pin, silver with a flash of what could easily be a diamond.

Tonegawa himself seems in a similarly extravagant mood, giving a deep, knowing chuckle as he addresses the screen, and one gets the impression the delay was solely for the purpose of demonstrating his latest acquisitions.]

One man’s disappearance is another’s emergence. Karma can be a wonderfully accommodating mistress, you know. [His tone is at once conversational and (condescendingly) schoolmasterly, as if what his saying is patently obvious to anyone with a brain and he’s simply being generous enough to translate for everyone else.

He smiles broadly.] As matters stand now, I’d say that I’ve finally been recouped everything I’m owed- metaphorically speaking, of course. [directed firmly at those of you who owe him money still] A man such as myself deserves so much more than the common run; it seems only just that it should catch up with me at long last after the year I’ve had. The best for the best, you might say. And I’m undeniably the best- though I’m sure some might suggest otherwise. Their ignorance can’t be helped, I suppose, blind though it is. I’ve hardly been given the opportunity to prove myself.

Speaking of which [and the smile turns distinctly competitive]- would anyone be interested in a poker night at some point in the future? Just a little get-together for a few likeminded individuals- assuming you can handle defeat, of course.

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.

hejhej

[The video feed comes on in crisp high quality, showing Lisbeth's black and grey clothing marred by splashes of pastel pinks, greens, blues, and purples from head to toe. She's absolutely fuming, her bleached eyebrows a lovely shade of pale peach.]

Who fucking did this?

[She's NOT fucking playing.]

stabilimentum

[Well. There's not much to say, really. The recent string of deaths and disappearances has been strategically beneficial for Claude Faustus. Even so, he wonders how much is too much for the fragile humans he's shepherd to on a daily basis. Their minds are so easily broken when it's most inconvenient. It's hard out here for a demon.

No time for a grand production today. Just a few lines of text.]

Pyrrhic victory. Your thoughts? Is it 'better' to be defeated outright? Be as subjective as you wish.

[And for everyone else with shorter attention spans--]

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[It's a bird.]

demon_gent

[A video blips on, a blue sheen covering it as if the grand figure staring intently at the viewer is submerged in water. His eyes are a wide, almost luminescent green, staring, staring with such an intensity it’s almost uncomfortable to watch.

Before one can think to turn the feed off out of creeping fear, the man’s face splits into a mirthful grin. His voice sounding with absolute boyish glee.]

Well, hell-o, hell-o, folks! Brill weather we’re having here, aren’t we?

A little birdie told me this was Canada, shame that. You all must be tucked away in your little igloos, why I bet you've never even been swimming before!

But before I go and offer up any lessons, I need to get my little niche going. So who’s going to tell me a little bit about themselves? I’m Damon Gant, of course, hailing all the wayward down in Los Angeles. A sunny, bright and cheerful place, oh you would probably hate it!

[It's dreadfully drizzly this Sunday morning. He surmises the citizens probably eat and breathe this weather. It seems, however, strangely appropriate that he were to arrive the day after St. Patty's Day, he was after all, the product of most men's hangovers.]

Now, now, step right up, don’t be shy, I promise not to nip. Not even a little bit!

((ooc: I have an OPEN LOG here http://sirenspull-logs.dreamwidth.org/65400.html if you prefer to encounter him on the streets/on the train. ))

Current Music: Léon Boëllmann - Toccata from Suite Gothique

ninthserenade

Y'know, I get that this place can send people home 'n all that stuff, but... I dunno if I can ever get used to it. I, ah... I found out a really good friend of mine is gone. A bunch of people might've known him--his name is Francis Bonnefoy. The delivery guys dropped off a bunch of books that were from him for me earlier. He... I liked him a lot.

_{[Demyx fumbles for words, unsure as to what to even say. What does anyone say in this situation?]}

We went on a date before he disappeared, too. I dunno how I can really repay that, but I wanna dedicate a night at Purgatory to the guy. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've been toast when I showed up last year. Not tonight, though. I think I'm just gonna hang around with the regulars tonight if that's cool with Jinx 'n Gabe. I guess the whole point of this thing was just to let you guys know he's sorta... Not here anymore. M'gonna miss him, but he's gotta be safer back home. He's just gotta be.

hejhej

[her fingers hover over the keyboard, not really feeling like talking. who the hell spilled their secrets to people on the internet? that was a load of bullshit. but she needed to know more about this place and the things she'd seen her first night bothered her too much]

So. What are you fucks doing here?

doeswhathewants

[The NV flicks on, propped up on a table, focused on Loki who sits cross legged on the floor, a baby sling across his chest. The sling is occupied by a lump that is invisible to most, save for a hot pink mohawk and a hot pink collar with a little silver hammer shaped tag dangling from it. The hellhound looks plump and happy to everyone who can see her.]

This- [He speaks with his head bent over the hellhound] -is Thora. Say hello, Thora-

[He helps her wave a faintly pink paw at the NV and she tries to nip his fingers in retaliation]

She's kind of the best hellhound ever. [In that condescending way only thirteen year old boys are capable of. And then suddenly serious, green fire in his eyes] And if anyone were to harm her, I would put their insides onto their outsides and join her in having a nibble. Just saying.

[And then that jovial demeanor returns again.] I've been learning much about the mortal world thanks to Google- the browser of webs. But so much information conflicts. I wish to know more. Midgard and humans are so different than what I always thought.

murasamia

Sooo...

[ It's just Maria again, panning the NV towards her face with slightly less amateurish skill than before. At least she's not plugging at all the buttons this time. By the looks of it, she's sitting in some slightly-run-down cafe somewhere, and the other patrons visible in the background are shooting her dirty looks for her loud public call; naturally, she seems absolutely unaware of them, sighing a little theatrically and running a hand through her wavy brown hair. ]

I've been here for more than a month now! Stuck in Canada for a whole month, yep... And my best friend ain't here, and my boss ain't either, and it's a huuuge drag, you know? 'Cause I don't have anybody smart to ask about this stuff! Well, if they were here, I wouldn't even have this question, but that's not the point, amigos! I'm asking you all because I can't ask Tick or Mr. Luck!

[ a pout. Her usual sunny self might not be immediately visible, but it is immediately visible that she's more frustrated and bored than actually upset. ]

So... So say you used to just be a sort of freelancing girl, right, amigos? You were used to taking jobs wherever you could! But then, all of a sudden, you found this reeeally cool amigo, so you pledged your loyalty to him instead! And it was like that for a year, where you only worked for the one cool guy! But all of a sudden you get teleported to Canada and your super cool boss is gone and you need a job!! That's awful, right? I mean, I need money, but is it really okay to take jobs when I'm supposed to just be working for this one guy? [ her hands clap onto the table, shaking the video feed a little bit. ]

It's not like I want to quit working with Mr. Keith!! No way! It's just that everything's expensive in 2012, amigos! And I don't wanna wash dishes! It's driving me and Murasamia crazy, totally crazy!! What should I do?

seaphonic

_{[When the feed comes on all that's visible is an overcast sky and the sound of waves crashing. It shifts, shaky before the NV is set firmly onto a rock. Syrena seems to be splayed out on a rather large rock herself, golden tail shimmering and ever so visible, the fin dipped into the water. Her rather nude chest is also apparent, but she seems comfortable more than anything, long damp hair blowing lightly in the breeze, pooling over her shoulders.]}

Today I found something interesting.

_{[And she seems to reach off camera for a moment, before thrusting a metal fork right at her NV.]}

This. This is what I found.

_{[She pulls it back toward herself and takes a few strands of hair in hand before...combing them with the fork.]}

Is it not an amazing treasure? Knots in hair are bothersome but this rids the hair of them. It is much more effective than using fingers.

What is it called, this treasure of mine? I have no name for it. I wish to know.

duomaxwell

[Good evening Siren's Port! There's a braided teen on the feed tonight, and he's looking rather thoughtful.

Yes, Duo is thinking. Be afraid.]

So. Port... ites. ... Portians.

Man, we do we call ourselves?

... right. That's not actually what I wanted to ask.

So... few weeks ago - during that snow storm, actually - I finally found out what my damn power is. I've been here over a year, so it was a little frustrating to go that damn long without bein' able to figure it out.

Left me wonderin', though, did anyone else take a really long time to figure out their Core-given powers? Or hell, even their OWN powers? What was it like? Anyone not figured their powers out yet?

I'unno why I'm thinkin' so much... I just am. So humor me, port. Lemmie know your thoughts on all this.

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...

youfartknocker

[ He's sitting on a bench in the poorest sector, graffiti and probably dried blood on the broken wood. ]

Uh, huh huh huh. Dying's cool.

Uh, huh huh huh. It was the only, like, good thing about that stupid concert. Uh, huh huh. The music was almost as bad as, uh, that stupid Fall Out Boy band.

I'm, like, immortal, baby. Uh, huh huh huh. So, like, come bask in my knowledge of the after-life. Uh, huh huh. I'm gonna score.

[ Yep he was at that concert that killed everyone. And only just this morning came back from the dead. ]

12second_orz

[When Tonegawa appears on the feed, eagle-eyed viewers might notice that his nose is a little red and that he has a half-empty box of tissues on his desk. Looks like someone 'caught up' right into a cold.

His ~~dulcet tones~~ voice also sounds thicker than normal but he seems determined to retain some sort of dignity; indeed, his tone is less aggressive than faintly anthropological, as if he’s aiming for the nature documentary presenter effect.]

Riddle me this: why is it so difficult to find good help these days? Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one I can rely on, period.

All those exasperating little mistakes, the miscommunications, the incompetence: I shouldn’t have to micro-manage every fool in the building. I outgrew petty grunt-level house-training before I hit forty, and it seems ridiculous that I should be made to condescend to it now. Once again I find myself asking why so many men choose to behave like small children, waiting for their mothers to take them by the hand- is it ignorance or sheer laziness, do you suppose? I am, of course, fairly certain that I am not anyone’s mother.

[He’s drumming his fingers irritably on the desk-top now and as if on cue, someone off-camera hastily hands him a cup of coffee, which he deigns to accept with a steely look.]

One more thing. Contrary to whatever you might have heard from my secretary this morning, had you called Imperial Finance before ten AM, I have not taken a leave of sickness for the next week and I don’t fucking plan to.

mom_to_us_all

[That thing you see there, blocking your NV screen... is a paw. A gigantic paw. But have no fear, a moment later it's moved away and the nose of a big canine is sniffling it now--

sniff, sniff...

If you thought it was over, have a very wet tongue is tasting it now...

slurp, slurp...

The tongue finally moves away and we can see a white wolf staring skeptically at the screen... Yes, skeptically.]

Has anyone seen a sparkly prophet? He looks exactly like this:

[The words appear as if she had used some kind of brush, but they immediately transform into readable text in the NVs. Then, a drawing:]