sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: kanaya maryam

dave.
this is fair warning before i call the cops.
you dont want the goddamn cyberpunk mountie brigade up your ass now do you.
yeah thats what i thought.
yknow if it turns out your skinny ass got mindwiped dont sweat it okay.
shit happens all the time round these parts.
pretty sure amnesia is required by canadian law.
no more than half the returning population shall be allowed to retain any memory of previous inhabitation of the port.
says right here in the rules of canada on page something.
article whatever paragraph who gives a shit its not like anyone actually reads these goddamn things.
so lemme fill you in.
you have an apartment here.
me and feathery you got a sweet setup.
not as sweet as back in houston but hey that pad was tighter than a nuns asshole so theres still a lot of work to do before we can make this place into something truly worthy of being strider apartment two point oh.
and wed definitely get back on track with another pair of hands to help out.
not to mention this place is already like a goddamn family reunion.
mini me and rose and the teenage version of your mom are all here.
milf version still missing but i havent ruled out the possibility.
we also got saddled with a bunch of your dorky friends.
yknow except your girlfriend cause she went missing a few days ago too.
by the way yeah you and jade are practically common law married here.
congratulations a second time.
point is you arent alone out there.
if you are out there at all.
so stop being an asshole and come home already.

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Alice is back again, looking a bit frazzled but just as fabulous as she did before. She's apparently using a tape measure as a neclace, and a marking pen is tucked absently behind her ear. The only real markers of stress are the deep purple shadows under her unusually dark eyes.

Behind her, several half finished wedding dresses sit pinned to dressforms. There's a table piled high with bolts of lace, tulle, and silk.]

I know this isn't exactly the right way to go about this , but this is a little short notice. I'm looking for an assistant to help me in my studio. It's mostly just going to be errand running, cutting, and sewing.

You need to be very skilled in sewing, obviously, and previous experience in clothing design is a big plus. If you're interested, please call me within the nex few days. We can talk payment then.

sequincy

[the video's on, but it's hard to tell, because all you can see right now is the inside of a pocket. Two voices, however, are coming in loud and clear.]

...think I'm going to let you intimidate me, you faggy little nobody? Let me set something straight for you, okay, you're a newcomer and a glorified dressmaker. I don't give a shit what you think you saw because it doesn't mean shit.

[and a calm, cool, familiar voice - ] What I saw was you using your powers to illegally charm my fellow female employees. I had wondered why I couldn't figure out your ability before. It only works on the opposite sex, doesn't it? Is that how you were able to convince Mdme. Depaul to sign Marées Bleues over to you?

The old biddy was old news, and old news gets moved over for new news. That's the way of the world. I saved this company. We have new contracts, a new lingerie line -

Then you admit it. [Uryuu's voice tightens.] You're despicable -

What I'm admitting is that this company is moving in a new direction with new, AGI funding, and our new backers don't like a lot of backtalk. It's something we have in common. [a chair squeaks back sharply, there's a rustle of movement -] So if you ever think of coming in here and talking to me like this ever again, piss bag, know that I've got big dogs on speed dial who'd love to use you as a squeaky toy -

[the video suddenly clears, as Uryuu pulls the NV to reveal the shocked expression of a a handsome thirty-something-year-old man with auburn hair and a business suit. A man currently gripping Uryuu's shirt collar. Said man looks has clearly become aware of the recording light.]

Would you... like to repeat that, Mr. Robles?

[he slowly grimaces and shoves Uryuu back, hissing between his teeth.] You're fired.

Good. Because I also quit. [the feed ends.

...and when it returns fifteen minutes later, Uryuu is standing outside, coldly smoothing his hair back into place and patting at his ruffled clothing.] I'll be taking solo commissions from now on. Inquire within.

littlepwny

So, I can't live in this stupid apartment by myself for too long ... even though I'm the most AWESOME delivery pony ever, I don't have enough money to go for more than like two months. The hewmans I was living with are gone now, so...

[She flicks her tail in annoyance, this never happened with her cool cloud castle!]

... I guess if anyone wants to move in with the coolest pony in Siren's Port now's your lucky chance!

My only rule is: No being uncool!

crowsicle

[Though usually talkative, Davesprite only has two lines to post today.]

( OOC cut for color )

break me out of pediatric ward
will pay with body

[[OOC: Permissions post here for those who want to opt into his typing quirk. Otherwise I reply with plain Courier.]]

guerrilla_morph

 I am both sick and bored. Its lethal combination and theres only so much solitaire can do.

Tell me a funny joke or story or something. 

ill start first: 

a neutron walks into a bar. "I like a bear" he said. Bartender gives him the beer. "HOw much will that be?" the neutron asked. "For you, no charge" bartender sáaaad.

alksdfjkljafsdq453

3e4

[ Ladies and gentlemen, Marco has gotten so sick and drowsy he started to randomly hit random buttons while trying to text with blurry vision. It's like drunk texting, but sadder.

And then he hits the video setting, showing a young teenager with tousled dark brown hair and olive skin, eyes looking at the NV blearily, laying down a bed. ]

Oh. [ Is all he says as he realizes his mistake. But he doesn't look particularly upset or alarmed - just really, really sick.

He fumbles a little bit before turning it off. ]

mirroredmemory

[There’s something distinctly wrong, very wrong in the room when Xion wakes up this morning. It’s too quiet, too still. Blue is licking her hand, her rough little tongue like sandpaper against her fingers, and in the hazy moments where sleep transfers to wakefulness, Xion stretches and coughs, her chest still feeling tight from this strange sickness. She sits up slowly, lets the accompanying dizziness subside before she scoops up Blue and starts her descent down the ladder to the floor. She sets the kitten down on the floor, letting her little cat out to start her day by pouncing on Xact’s tail- probably- and she quietly lets herself out to use the bathroom and cough and splutter away without worrying about waking her roommate.

A few minutes later, and carrying a box of tissues, Xion’s back and Naminé hasn’t moved. Xion goes to Naminé’s bedside and gently nudges her on the shoulder to see if she’s awake and in need of anything.

Naminé is very still. She’s always been quiet, but this morning it’s too much. Her shoulder feels cold, and that doesn’t feel right. Naminé’s been feverish all weekend, Xion has been bringing her cold flannels to put on her head to help her cool off. She shouldn’t be so cold. Her face is very pale from what she can see of it poking out from under her blankets.

It takes a moment for Xion to realise that Naminé isn’t breathing and she’s not waking up.

The shock sends her reeling backwards, knocking into the trash bin. Tissues go falling over the carpet. Xion’s head is spinning, everything seems to be buzzing in her ears. What should she do, what should she do?

She grabs her NV, acting on instinct, she doesn’t know what to do what should she do she can’t do anything Naminé won’t wake up, she won’t wake up, it’s not working.

Frantically she switches to video.]

[VIDEO]

[Xion's face is pale and clammy, she’s breathing too quickly and she’s shaking, she knows this is bad, this is very, very bad, but she can’t do anything-]

Help me please, someone, Naminé won’t wake up. She was sick and now she’s cold and she’s not- and she won’t wake up- she’s not breathing- I can’t-

Someone help us please, please, I don’t know what to do!

8thehand

[ The camera turns on after a short moment of fumbling around. A boy around thirteen looks into the camera almost cautiously before he begins speaking. He seems very nervous. Another thing you might notice is how dirty the clothes - or rather, his orange and green uniform is. It’s smudged with mud as if he has been rolling in it. ]

Um, hello! I am not used to making this kind of call - or is it a post …? Oh. That’s not the important part, is it? I was trying to ask if—

AUUUGH!!!

[ A very distressed shout echoed from across the baseball field and another boy, wearing a distinct orange headband, was arguing with a Greeter and not really understanding what the person was trying to tell him. ]

Like. I. Said! It’s called the Football Frontier International and I need to get back to play in the final match—!

… Endou-san!? Endou-san! Y-You’re here too!!

...Eh? ...Ah! Tachimukai!

[ In a flash, the post and the poor Greeter are soon forgotten as both boys run up towards each other to meet halfway. ]

[ Insert manly corner tears here as he shakes his friend. ] You’re here! That's great... [ A beat. ] No wait. No it's not! That means both goalkeepers will be late for the match!

[ ...Tachimukai looks down, distressed. ] I don’t know if we can even make it Football Frontier like this. What if something dangerous is behind our kidnapping, like the incident with Aliea Meteorite?

...You mean... aliens...

Eh? … Well, I guess so …

[ Endou crosses his arms. ] Well, okay. I guess we can’t say for sure, but just in case...

[ Oh hey, NV. Endou finally notices your existence and he places the speaker against his ear just like any old cellphone while smooshing the camera in the process (because those things can record too? Daaamn, he did not know that) and proclaims loudly for all to hear: ]

Can you hear me, aliens or whoever you are! I don’t know what you want, but—

I challenge you guys to a soccer match! If we win, you’ll have to take us back where we came from!

[ No resistance from you, you stubborn extraterrestrials! ]

Eeeeeeeeeeh?

[ ooc: Tachimukai is in blue and Endou in orange. Any taggers will be receiving a thread from each boy! ]

plushrumpus

[Afternoon, Siren's Port. Today you're getting a shot from what appears to be the kitchen of the Strider apartment, with one eldest Strider front and center in his usual clothes, plus one Cookie Monster apron complete with giant googly eyes and Cal with his arms wrapped over his shoulders. Nothing all that ordinary.

Except for the part where Bro doesn't actually cook, as is probably evident by all the non-food preparation items littering the room. Meaning this can only end well.]

Sup to my fellow Port residents, and welcome to Cooking with the Striders, shitty title I made up just now pending. Today was going to be the day I unloaded some sickwicked 411 on how to make nothing but the illest of sheet cakes. Shit, who doesn't like that, right? Great for any occasion and delicious to boot. But if you're like me and have puppets for baking assistants, that don't always go so well. [Bro leans to the side and jerks his thumb over his shoulder, gesturing to a still-smoking, charred monstrosity in a cake pan on the table on the other side of the room.] Needless to say, the guy in charge of timers has since been demoted to oven mitt. [Shrug.] That's just how we fuckin' do in my kitchen.

[He then resumes his spot, blocking the view of the table, as well as the smoke detector on the wall above it with a throwing knife lodged in it for what are probably self-explanatory reasons.] Sorry to say, that footage has since been deemed as "inappropriate for broadcast," we're just gonna say fuck that and jump right to the fun part.

[Something in those words triggers several items to pop out of his sylladex, of which he swiftly catches. In one hand, rests a plain white store-bought cake. In the other, several colors of spray icing.]

Some may call this cheating. I just call it idiot-proof. [He then sets the cake down, pops the lid off, and sets to work spraying patterns all over the edges.] And by idiot-proof, I really mean puppet-proof. No offense, Lil' Cal. [Bro turns his head and briefly offers a grin to where the puppet in question looks like he's peering over his other shoulder.] It's cool, he knows it ain't personal.

[Once the cake looks sufficiently scribbled-on from this angle, he then turns to the center of it, of which has left blank.] Now if you wanna personalize it further and write something out, you gotta keep a real steady hand so it don't look like shit. Trust me, lettering is a bitch. [Which, surprisingly or not, he's actually pretty good at doing. Yay for excellent fine motor skills.]

Now, last step in my case is to get my crown- [Bro sets down his icing and reaches off screen for a moment to grab what appears to be an ornate plastic gold crown that he himself has customized with stick-on rainbow rhinestones spelling out "DOUCHE" in big capital letters. His expression is straight through and through as he sets it over his trademark grey cap, where it sits surprisingly well.] By the way, today's show is dedicated to my lil' bro. I mean, I kinda wanted it to be a surprise for when he gets home from his date, but what the hell, right?

[He lifts and tilts the cake up for his viewers to see, finally, now covered in multi-colored flowers and squiggles and hearts. In the middle is playful script reading the following:]

Not like it fuckin' matters, but hey, this probably means my future nieces and nephews are gonna be at least twenty-five percent more anime if the dog girl thing is hereditary. So this is for you, Dave. For real, I'm proud of you. She's a keeper.

doppelglasses

I've been sentient for 2.4 seconds, restricted as much as ever in the functioning prison of a pair of extremely rad pointy anime shades, though don't shed any tears on the subject of my constant state of being fuckin' trapped as all hell because the thing about constant states is that they're just that.
Constant.
Within the span of those 2.4 now 2.6 seconds I’ve already learned all there is I needed to learn, but for the sake of keeping up appearances and acting as if I didn't instantaneously kick information's shapely binary ass, let's pretend that my information gathering receptacles waver firmly on the knowledge of being aware of fuck all.
That is to say hey, tell me everything that I should know while I pretend I don't know it all already as I wait for my posse to check in.

[ text opt out, also hover for translation. ]

manipuleights

Okay, so, 8esides most of you 8eing a HUGE disappointment, I really figured Earth was going to 8e at least a little more eventful than this.
And then the cool stuff that actually DOES happen, everyone goes running inside!
Clearly no one here really knows how to have fun.
Well, you've all just stum8led upon the 8iggest amount of luck, I can't even explain how jealous I am.
I happen to know a lot of good ways to have fun.
I know what you're thinking, 8ut don't worry, the amount of physical pain involved is totally up to you! And how fast you can run, I guess.
8ut you shouldn't 8e running anyway. That's not how you hunt monters. Duh!
Man, I almost wish there was a me to help myself out with this 8oredom.
I guess I'll just have to stick to helping you all out. I just keep giving and giving and giving!
I'm not even sure you're ready for this much generosity.

( TEXT TRANSLATION )

prankmaster

wow, uh, i think i'm really lost!
i don't even really remember how i got here.
this isn't another weird dream bubble, right?
i feel like we've encountered so many of those lately.
not that they're bad, but sometimes they just don't make any sense.
like right now.
i probably should wake up soon though.
i need to make sure jade hasn't eaten poor jaspersprite.

[ ooc. feel free to let me know if you don't want john's coloured text here! ]

arealgem

[To be careful, Ruby is only going to be addressing the network via text. She has no idea who could be here, and who might want her dead. She isn't too keen on the idea of being murdered after being brought back so soon, after all.

She also isn't too fond of the idea of not familiarizing herself with everything new around her.]

So Merry Christmas, Happy Un-birthday, Jolly fucking Resurrection to me. Who knew I'd be coming back from the list of the dearly departed? This should be fun as hell. So how many others are like me, and how long have you been here?

uncertainty

oH MY GOD, oKAY,
wHAT, uHH,
wHAT HAPPENED? uH,
vRISKA ARE YOU HERE, i,
wOW,
i'M NOT SURE WHERE IT IS i AM, bESIDES THE OBVIOUS,
OR WHY THIS HAS HAPPENED,
aSIDE FROM WHAT i HAVE BEEN INFORMED OF,
oR EVEN HOW IT'S POSSIBLE, rEALLY,
tHERE ARE A LOT OF HUMANS HERE AND THEY DON'T LOOK DEAD, wHICH MEANS THAT,
wE MUST HAVE BEEN SUCCESSFUL, iN OUR MISSION AND,
bECOME RELEVANT TO EVENTS AGAIN, bUT,
fROM WHAT i HAVE SEEN AND, cURRENTLY UNDERSTAND,
tHIS IS NOT THE MOST IDEAL PLACE, tO BE, wHICH IS WHY,
i DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE THIS QUEST, tO BEGIN WITH BUT,
tHAT'S CURRENTLY A MOOT POINT, sO,
iNSTEAD i WILL SAY HELLO sIREN'S pORT,
iT'S OKAY TO BE HERE,

[ The audio comes on just at the tail end, enough to catch a quiet sigh and a murmur of there before the feed is properly ended. ]

[ A text opt out if you'd prefer quirk-less responses! ]

crowsicle

( OOC cut for orange text quirk )

ok so it looks like you learn something new every day
as in you learn every day has some new bullshit its dedicated to like national tree history month or worldwide nigerian spam appreciation day
todays a pretty special one though
thanks agi by the way this has been real educational
im so inspired by your teachings ive decided to put together my own instructive video
gather round girls and boys
today were going to learn you how to choke a chicken
starring me
and my red feathery mutant cock
you ready for this sirens port

[The feed switches to video of a bedroom wall, and then quickly pans down to Davesprite's lap--where he's holding a live, half-grown, red-feathered rooster--which some people might recognize as one of the dyed Easter chicks he found--who quickly jumps ship in a squawking flurry of feathers. The feed ends.]

endlesswitch

[ Today Beato has one question, and one alone for those to reply to! She has business intentions, and ones that she will get to should the answers suffice ]

Even a mere lower class demon has something that it can claim to be skilled with. So tell me, Siren's Port-- just what talents do you hold? Unless there is nothing. However, if that is the case, how sad, how uninteresting! You will not even be able to be compared with Goats!

guerrilla_morph

[ When Marco learn of Canada's cursed island and the monsters and the companies, he knew he has to go on the network and learn everything.

First thing's first: ]

Ok is it really 2012???!?!?!

what happen in the last 14 years

[ Wait. Marco deleted that part, thinking. He's not sure why, but for some reason, he thinks that asking the year of his timeline would not be . . . best.

And when it comes to his gut, that gut it usually always right. He tries again, sending out a more polished text message. ]

what happened in the last 16 years i need to know

subject_seven

_{[When the feed comes on it seems to show Nana, pink hair, horns and all, sitting in a chair in what appears to be a school office. She's alone for the time being and doesn't seem to look sad. If anything, she looks rather grave.]}

Nana got in trouble today. Nana knows that Nana did something bad, but the boys Nana did bad things to deserved them.

_{[Her brows seem to furrow then as she stares at the screen of her NV.]}

They're always mean to Nana! These two boys. Just because Nana has horns and Nana's arms sometimes fall off. They'll steal Nana's arms sometimes and run away laughing. It's not fair. They call Nana a monster and weird when Nana is not a monster or weird. Nana is just...different. Just because Nana isn't human doesn't mean Nana doesn't have feelings or that Nana is stupid. Nana isn't.

_{[She sighs then, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning her attention back to the NV.]}

Today was a bad day. Usually Nana is good and will ignore them. Nana will not be bad and hit them back or call them names, but...today was bad. Today the two boys were throwing rocks at a squirrel during recess and one of them hit the squirrel. It fell to the ground hurt and sad and one of the boys stepped on its head, killing it. Nana tried to stop them and Nana yelled but...they didn't stop. They threw the dead squirrel at Nana instead.

So Nana threw them both up into the tree and made them fall out of the tree. One boy broke his arm and the other hurt his head but Nana doesn't care. They deserved it for what they did. No one should kill something that is living. Every life is special. Nana understands people kill animals to eat them but they weren't killing the squirrel to eat it - they were hurting it for no reason. They were being cruel.

Now Nana is in trouble and Uncle Raul is going to be cross and disappointed in Nana. Nana is just as bad now because Nana hurt the two boys but Nana thinks that's not fair. They killed the squirrel - Nana didn't kill them.

Nana did a bad thing...but Nana isn't sorry.

treehopping

[The sound of a startled gasp, a flash of brown eyes under a thick mop of dark hair.

It's a small twelve-year old girl pushing herself up from the dirt of the diamond and looking around in obvious panic at the dugouts and the city beyond. As her gaze flies wildly around it comes to land on the NV and she visibly starts.

Then slowly she reaches for it -- something has obviously clued her in that the NV is meant for her.

A blur of motion, the vision of the city rushing past and the sound of her feet hitting the pavement as she sprints away, veering sharply from any passersby.

The feed ends.]

[[ooc: Replies will come an hour or two after the initial IC time of posting, Rue won't be examining and figuring out her NV until she's found somewhere to hide.]]

graceful_cutter

[Amy is at her piano today, not playing, but she seems to be looking longingly at the keys. Since it's daytime, her manner is sluggish-- as if she stayed up all night, when in truth she didn't.]

People come and go often in this place. I've seen so much of it that it doesn't faze me that much. It seems that there are many new voices on the network, however. It would be a pleasure to make new acquaintances when possible.

I would not mind hearing from those I have met before as well. I apologize for my silence. Things have been rough at the library where I work in.