sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: kyubey

So... If there was someone special to you, really special, and you wanted to get them something just as special for Christmas, but you didn't really know what they would like, how would you think of something? I can't really ask, they'd just tell me to forget about it and not waste my money. I just want it to be perfect.

Oh, and I'm going shopping soon, so if you're my friend and you're listening to this, please tell me what you'd like!

laurice

[This is Larry standing at the foot of the stairs of his house, beside the life-size statues of Phoenix and Edgeworth, his two best friends who have long since left the Port (again). His head is bowed and he looks strangely thoughtful. The NV is perched somewhere some distance away so that you can see much of Larry and the statues.]

Well...if there's one thing I'm thankful for, it's my friends. All the friends I've met in the Port, and back home. [He brightens up a little bit.] Like...really, really thankful. I've met a lot of 'em.

[A pause. Larry grips something he wears around his neck - the round orange pendant he had been wearing for several months now.]

That's why...some time ago, I made a wish.

[He cups the gem in his hands, and it morphs into something more ornate and egg-shaped, shining with a dazzling orange light. The light spreads all over his body and he closes his eyes as if asleep as his clothes change - his jacket becomes a tailcoat, his shirt becomes a vest and a cravat (with a small orange gem mounted in the center), his trousers become breeches tucked into boots high as his thighs...and when the transformation is complete, he is clutching a six-foot orange halberd with a mean-looking edge - which he quickly moves away from Phoenix's spiky head.

Suddenly Larry looks a little more confident, even breaking into a confident grin.]

'Bout time I told you guys. I became a Puella Magi to protect my friends, and I kept it a secret 'cause I thought someone might get hurt by a witch or something if they found out. But...I dunno, witches don't seem to do that sort of thing. [He scratches his head with his free hand.] Besides, it was pretty hard to keep this sort of thing under wraps.

I have to fight witches from now on, but I don't mind if it means having the power to protect the people I know!

no_resignations

[Those who may know Saix will probably recognize his voice. But something... May seem off. He may sound a bit shakier than usual. And for all intents and purposes, he's lost.]

...What do you do once the goal you've been striving towards for so long has been achieved? How... Do you find the next goal?

[For the first time in ten years, Saix is in need of some actual advice--that he's willing to take.]

integrity

[There is an odd spectacle sitting in a park.

It appears to be Ahiru, sitting on bench. She seems to be frowning critically at her NV, though as she adjusts it, it becomes very apparent that something is very wrong.

For starters, there is a quarter empty bottle of scotch sitting next to her.

For another, there is a pistol in her lap.

And last, but not least, when she speaks, it's in a rather harsh (somewhat drunk) attitude.

Oh, let's not forget that it's with a British accent.

That's important.]

For the information of all those that I care about, I am currently trapped within the body of a little girl, because God has decided to play a lovely little trick on me. Until the moment that I am put within my host again, I have a series of requests. And as the resident ruler of the realm, you should give listening a shot, idiots.

[And Ahiru curls her fingers around the neck of the bottle.]

One, my dog needs to come here. Two, no one touches my things without the express permission of yours truly, else I will handle you personally. And third, Castiel needs to come bring me home, now, because if one more homeless man attempts to abduct me, I am going to rack up a body count that will rival World War II.

[There is a quiet pause, as she glances down at his pistol, before -- ]

And can someone fetch me a decent gun? This one appears to be made in China and we all know what good those mass-manufactured pieces of shit are.

[And the feed ends.]

motioned

hi port this is ahiru if anyone talks to someone who looks like me or sounds like me don't listen to anything they say it's sort of a long story soooo that's all i have to say bye now everybody!!

[All replies will be in text unless otherwise stated!]

gtfo_mypersonalspace

[ All these posts about 'storms' and 'monsters'...William may be one of the only ones who truly knows what - and who - the creature was. And how it came to happen.

Which is totally not his fault, ok! It's all that putrid demon-cat, Kyubey's fault! Going around, taking advantage of people, making contracts. Hmph. William needs to have a word with him! ]

Kyubey. Or whatever your name was. I need to speak with you. Now.

[ But, William's also well aware that he cannot see this demon. Or, at least, wasn't able to whenever Grell seemed to be talking to him. So he adds on a bit before disconnecting. ]

Anyone else who has information on that demon and its powers, I would like to speak with you, as well.

deathknellgrell

Ooooh, Siren's Port! Hel~looooooo! ♥

I've got a job proposition for some lucky person. You too can be - a Magical Girl!

Fight witches! Wear ~adorable outfits~! And gain fantastic powers! For instance, I've got HUNK RADAR, if you know what I mean - and I know you doooooooo! ☆

[ WINK ]

Sadly, however, I've got to resign my position. I just don't have the time for it anymore. And, quite honestly, I've gotten a bit bored with it. I'd just quit, but…

I'm helping to write a book on workplace etiquette, and I'm told it's best to at least try to find a replacement. Not that anyone could really replace me, ahahaha!

But anyway, if you want the job, make sure Kyubey gives you a ~real~ gemstone.

[ Grell holds up his ~~Soul Gem~~ necklace. ]

I thought this was a ruby, but now it's gone all cloudy!

Tch! I'll show you to fool a Death God, you stupid CAT!

momchester

[Mary comes on, tense-looking, unhappy, in her now-messy living room that look slike it was just torn apart carelessly.]

I have a serious problem with my home getting raided for a crime I don’t have any connection to.
( non-IC cut for reasons. )
[EXIT STAGE MARY. Cue the distant sound of struggle, Meowth’s familiar Bronx-accented voice, Mary calling out. She comes back in less than a minute. Never has there been a liner face than hers.]

Okay, so I was going to talk about getting treating like a second-class citizen and, I don’t know, some kind of legal options for us, but instead I have to go bail my cat out of jail.

Well, why not.

[Skldjfghfghkjl end feed.]

corks

Guilt.

[He says it with almost a finality, as if the word itself is just enough to make people start thinking about it. In a way, that's exactly what he's going for. The last couple of weeks have been incredibly hard for some, what with the Culpa flu going around and enacting suffering and God knows what else upon the people of Siren's Port. Jacob looks weary, still recovering, but his blue eyes are bright again, and he stares at the camera, as if he can somehow see into the minds of everyone who is viewing this feed.]

I remember reading a book where someone said, "guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway." But is that true? Why do we feel guilt in the first place?

[He sighs slightly.]

Some can go without guilt their entire lives, and they do not understand the pain that comes along with it. But is it a blessing, or is it a curse? Yes, guilt is painful, indeed, but one begs to wonder what we would do without it.

What does guilt mean to you? Is it a needless ache that you can go without, or does it serve some purpose for you that you wouldn't replace for the world? I know many of you felt guilt and regret the last few weeks, and it makes me wonder...Did this flu, this sickness, change any of your thoughts on it? Has it made you hate it more than you do now?

[He smiles slightly, even though it doesn't quite reach his eyes.] I'm curious, really.

[ooc: Also,please please please fill out Jacob's permission post if you haven't done so yet! Thank you!]

onhigh

[The feed turns on way, way too close to someone's face as they fiddle with their NV. It shakes around for a moment before a voice calls out.]

Oh-! It's on.

[When it finally gets pulled a little farther away from the owner, a girl's face comes into view, sitting outside a local McDonald's.]

Um, I'm sorry! It's been a long time since I've used a cell phone.

[She shakes her head and gives the camera a smile, fidgeting with her hands nervously.]

My name is Madoka Kaname. Can anyone tell me more about that Core thing? Or the Darkness? It's a little scary, but... it's something I think I need to know about.

Oh, and... It's kind of a long shot, but, um, I'm looking for some friends. If you're here, could you let me know?

Ah, thank you your help!

[She bows slightly to the camera from where she's sitting and shut the feed off.]

jokerofcrime

[ATTENTIONS, CITIZENS. AND NEWCOMERS. AND WHOEVER ELSE MAY BE WATCHING.

DO NOT ADJUST YOUR NV'S.

Despite the fact that the world is spinning around pretty rapidly. I mean, that's kinda weird, right, but no, it's okay. Things are perfectly fine. That's just a roulette wheel.

Why is an NV on a roulette well? Well... It's attached to a cat who is currently on a roulette wheel and that is a very long story. If you listen closely, you can hear him yelling and throwing a hissy fit. He is just not happy right now. And all that jarring movement makes it hard to see what's going on.

And then it stops, but since the NV is on Meowth's wrists and he's currently dizzily trying to get his bearings.]

What's th' big idea, wise guy?

You're cheatin', that's what. [Some voice offscreen. Meowth begins flailing his arms, which means YAY SEIZURE VISION.]

WHO YOU CALLIN' A CHEAT? [There's silent and the NV is thankfully covered up, because Meowth just crossed his arms. No more nausea vision, but you can still hear.] But if youse guys just hand me my winnin's, I won't tell nobody what a buncha lousy poker players you are.

[Except he just told the entire network.

Oops.

A half second later, there's more screaming, blurred images, and a sudden thud. And then darkness. But not silence.]

AND STAY OUT, YOU MANGY CAT.

[....Yeah, Meowth's just gotten thrown out on his face. He clambers to his feet and shouts.] YEAH?! Well, you're a establishment's a joke, you lamebrains!

[Annnd that sound is someone getting smacked in the face with a large bag of singles.

And then the feed times out.]

archangelflonne

[A very excited Flonne wearing a smile that could blind a man is on the camera. In her lap is a little rabbit that seems to be somewhere between content and ready to dash off at a moment's notice. She strokes its fur gently as she speaks.]

Love! I was really surprised when I found out that humans had an entire celebration about love. I have clearly underestimated the human world. I was under the impression that a lot of humans had forgotten how important love was, but then I find out about this 'Valentine's Day'. I don't know who or what a Valentine is, but it seems to mean something about love, so it is clearly a good thing! I was so happy to hear about this. Clearly, there is hope for the world yet!

gotnodime

[ no, nobody is going crazy. that is most certainly a dog doing a rather showy strut, and humming a little tune to himself. surely people have seen stranger things though, especially in this place......

Dodger still has to get a feel for this strange place he was thrown into. not much more dangerous than the streets of the big easy, frankly.

although--

taking a whiff of the nearest person's butt has just been checked off his to-do-list at least. ]

ooc;; first time that i've been able to post here. just let me know if i need to change anything fdghkdf

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

jokerofcrime

[Well, Meowth's definitely not afraid to be his normal catlike self all over the network now. He may have lost a boss, but he gained a small gang... And he still has Caster to work for. Life is pretty frickin' sweet.

And yet... He is definitely missing something.

Currently, he's positioned in the window of a fancy jewelry store that's all done up for Valentine's Day, wildly gesticulating to one of the members of his gang who apparently wouldn't know good taste if it bit him in the back pocket. Such is the life of a cat who can't just waltz into jewelry stores on his own and slap down a couple of c-notes. Eesh.

After a second, he sighs in an exasperated manner and focuses on the NV.]

I think this'll be the first year I actually got a reason to celebrate Valentine's Day. [A little laugh and then he pauses and starts flailing at the window.] Hey! Not that one, you lug! She's a lady, not some cheap floozy! Use your head a little! [Another sigh and then he mutters.] At least Jessie and James had some class.

[Okay, so his life is missing a couple of things, but he's convincing himself that he never would have succeeded if Jessie and James were here, even if... His successes are pure dumb luck. Because shut up.

The feed clicks off. And then clicks back on. With a filter.]

[Private to John Winchester]

Listen, pal, I'm only gonna say this once, 'cause next time I gotta say it, I won't be so polite-like. Go apologize t' Mary and do somethin' nice for her or else.

gotsomebadnoose

[a burst of static. Shadows blot out the corners, dip into the frame. Dim. Dreary. Lee's been thinking. It's a dangerous place to be. Makes him lament. Reminds him of things he didn't have or of what he did have, but lost. Out of reach. Out of grasp. Close enough that maybe, just maybe the tips of his fingers could brush it, but then he'd just knock it away. Weighed down by a heavy heart. Heavy mind.

The audio kicks in with a loud crackle and adjusts into a tolerable almost hum in the background. A corpse, well tended to- dressed in a jacket, black sweater, and jeans, slumped in a chair- head lulled to the side, tilted back against the backrest of the chair, and craned against the cement wall, lies. At a glance, the figure was only in a deep rest. A sleep of ages claiming both body and breath, stilling his pulse and stealing his color. Blue lips parted. Words left unspoken, silenced by a descended crowbar. The scene faintly illuminated by a pale blue glow.

The video remains stubbornly glued to the body. The speaker standing somewhere behind the device.]

I've b__n th_nking again...I r______…what my life was __ke bef___ this place an_ _ rea____…there w_sn't m_ch th___e. I ___ed my life with___ RE__LY living it. Then again, everything in between ___ ____ght, I ___ss. __ o___ it hadn't ended the way it DID.

[silence slips in, the static simmering to a barely audible level. His words easier to hear. Images of the last few hours he had lived float on the surface. Lee speaks quietly. He didn't want to startle those memories.]

Anyways, what do y_u do when you're feeli_g bl-...down?

I'd really like to k__w.

( non-static version )