sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: loki

[Crowley is outside, casually flicking chunks of bread at a blue chicken. Said chicken is usually the bane of his existence, as he loathes the little bastard and how it does nothing but shed and ruin his yard, but he seems to behaving himself in regards to the bird today. No insults or attempted slaughtering -- at least, not yet.]

I'm bored. And seeing as people tend to dislike when I'm bored, as it tends to lead to opening lost dimensions or starting revolutions, I thought I would offer a slight puzzle for the public -- and whoever answers first gets a cash prize.

[He tosses a casual grin toward the always hovering NV before he flicks his fingers -- and with a gentle roll of telekinesis, the chicken is sent squarely on her ass with a squawk.]

Riddle one: What is the next number in this series of numbers, starting with -- 6, 14, 36, 98, and 276? And riddle two -- and this one is the real treasure --

[And he rights the chicken with another flick of his fingers.]

Whoever is responsible for the attack that's caused such a fuss is going to get his or her liver removed by my hellhound without anesthetic, for both attacking my pet parakeet and for ruining a good suit. To those who wish to see the spectacle, give me the name and address of whoever is responsible -- and I'll hand over ten thousand dollars, cash.

[Sounds fair, right?]

Cheers.

[And the feed is shut off.]

dr_orpheus

[He's been trying to take the high road when it comes to the antics of the tiny god of mischief. Not a peep out of him over the candy corn! Did you see that? Not a single word! He may have even managed a chuckle and a thought of "well played", once he finally unclenched his jaw. More recently, he didn't once accuse him ~~verbally~~ of the sex swapping in the days before the culprit came clean.

But today, Dr. Byron Orpheus has had enough.

Maybe he's been called Count Chocula by one too many passersby, as if a cape isn't a perfectly acceptable thing to wear. Maybe holidays focused on family give him an extra dose of missing his daughter and the fact that it's THANKSGIVING IN OCTOBER just further emphasizes the fact that he's not at home.

Regardless of the precise reason, he has set the NV at one end of his dinner table while he sits at the other. There's a faint haze around the food items as he levitates them over the table, making mashed potatoes, rolls and green beans spin and somersault around his reanimated turkey.]

I can make my food dance, too. I fail to see how it's that impressive of a feat.

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!

hulkbusted

[Someone has gone through several cups of herbal tea this morning before feeling assured that he's calm enough to come to the network. If he didn't have classes to teach today, he'd spend the entire day doing a thorough physical on himself. (Get your minds out of any gutters they've fallen into.)

As it is, after the initial incredulity, shock, horror, and rising fury passed, he's thrown on a button down shirt, shoved his hair out of his face, and settled down in front of the video camera.]

Broadcast to any students in his class
Good morning, students. If you're thinking about skipping class today because you're suddenly confused about which bathroom to use, don't. I'll be there and fair warning to SPU faculty, I'll be using the men's room.

Biochem students, yes, we will be having the scheduled exam.

Unfiltered
Loki. I want a word with you.

itsatrep

[Luppi holds up a small white, orange and yellow triangle. It looks completely out of place in comparison to the other splashes of color that can be seen in the video feed - red velvet, a touch of glitter on his cheek and other details of an Afterglow xXx Club private room.]

Do these things melt or what?

[Luppi is at work and no one wants to know where he has candy corn stuck now.]

hulkbusted

[It's after the night siren and Bruce is looking frazzled, irritated, and... like he forgot that he'd been getting ready to sleep, since he's wearing boxers and glasses and apparently nothing else. As he settles his NV, a pair of mice skitter across the desk he's set it on. There are little movements in the background and Bruce has to stop and hop around, cursing under his breath as something apparently runs over his foot.]

Okay, look, the Darkness thing I'm up on, but is it common for random objects like, say, my pillow to turn into mice?

[ooc: Loki'd]

kryptonianclone

Hello Siren's Port, how are you today this fine morning?

For those of you who know Tim Drake, it's his birthday, so go spam his phone with well wishes, happy message, etc etc, that sort of thing. He's 18, by the way.

Happy birthday, buddy. Don't say I never did anything for you. [He's just teasing.]

[OOC: Backdated to early in the morning of the 19th because I was sick and sleeping most of the day, sob.]

summing_it_up

[Hiccup is busy. It's not often one gets to see him so engrossed in doing things. He appears to be threading something together, maybe even reinforcing the edge of the saddle that usually stays on the dragon's back. As a few more stitches are made, he stops, checking over his work.

It's not long before the Viking boy will find himself with company. A large black shape slinks in behind him, large green eyes glancing over at the NV-rock before the dragon peers over at Hiccup.

The boy doesn't appear to notice, muttering to himself as he goes back to sewing.

Toothless peers over his arm for a few seconds, then pulls back. It's not long before he does so again, this time having come around the other side.

Without looking up, Hiccup wrinkles his nose.]

Toothless– hey. What are you–

[Green eyes glance to one side, then the other.]

–I'm sorta in the middle of finishing this–

[Big green eyes stare at him a moment before Toothless pulls his head back again. Maybe he's leaving Hiccup alone to finish up?

Seconds pass as Hiccup blinks, checking either side once more. Although slightly puzzled, he eases himself back into his sewing.]

...Okay. Good boy.

[It's several minutes before the dragon reappears. This time he settles his chin over Hiccup's head. From here he watches a while, and it becomes apparent just how comfortable he's gotten as he yawns and closes his eyes.

And as Hiccup finds himself hunched under the weight of the dragon's head, he sighs. This makes sewing impossible.]

Really?

hulkbusted

[It's Saturday morning and Bruce's NV is propped against something to show him seated with a cup of something (tea, considering the string and tag hanging over the cup's lip) in the foreground. People move behind him, some holding cups of coffee before they take seats out of the camera's view. Looks like he's at an outdoor cafe. It also looks like he's found a charity that offers clothes to the poor and/or new arrivals because he's wearing a slightly dingy pale green button-down shirt with the cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a couple of buttons left open at the collar.]

Hiring in Siren's Port doesn't go the way it does most other places, does it? I couldn't give the panel at Siren's Port University my CV and published papers for examples of my work, but a few days of filling white boards with equations seems to have done the trick. It's much faster than hiring back home, too, but I guess there's a lot of turnover around here.

In addition, I'm offering my services as an after hours tutor while the days are long and until I go home, whenever that may be. If you need help with math or science up to the post-graduate level in most disciplines, contact me [he leans forward and swipes his fingers over the display, and a link appears at the bottom of the video screen] and we can make arrangements.

In the meantime, I'm at Cafe Bijan, and there are a few people who have been helpful to me since I arrived that I would happily buy a coffee. [He smiles, and the humor is meant mostly for himself and maybe one other person.] Unless you don't drink... coffee.

hulkbusted

[The man on the screen looks utterly exhausted. Haggard might even be apt considering the greyish pallor of his skin under his dark stubble and the even darker circles under his eyes. When the video jostles in his hold for a moment, it displays his bare chest before coming up to his face. He looks like he tried to wash off some combination of mud, sand, and various other things best not examined too closely and didn't do too great a job of it. Despite that, he tries for a tired smile and a finger taps the screen before withdrawing.]

First off, I'd like to say that Tony Stark makes the world's most durable phone. I'd do a testimonial commercial, but that might be in bad taste.

Second, I've read some of the information available and I think you'll understand it's not the easiest thing to swallow, but I'm going with it as a working theory for now. Don't ask why, it's a long story.

Third... [He trails off and turns his head away from the camera before looking back at it] I don't know what the third is, let's say I want to issue a blanket apology and leave it at that.

[ooc: The Hulk ended up getting stuck outside at sundown and fought (pounding and getting pounded on) all night. Between that and a chitauri invasion, I figure Bruce is feeling a little run down.]

towerlocked

[the video shows a young teenage girl with pale skin. She looks dazed, even moreso than others who are newly arriving. Her fingers search for a blade she keeps at her side, just to be sure it's still there]

Where am I...? What's happening? Did Ravenna do this?

[all she can do is move forward and hopefully figure out what was going on]

blondejokes

There had better be a good reason why I'm fighting- [ A grunt is followed by the sound of flesh being punctured. ]- against these blood-thirsty... things and why I'm not in Konoha.

[ Ino is not very happy. Or informed, actually, because she left as soon as she came to. ]

benditlikekorra

[When the feed comes on, the video is upside-down because the NV is being held incorrectly. Korra quickly flips it to the correct orientation and holds it at arm's length so her whole face is framed on the screen rather than just her eyes. Her expression is weary and she looks tired. The tapered muzzle of a massive white dog(?) can be seen floating just behind her shoulder.]

I need to know if anyone here has any idea of how to return to the worlds we came from. My friends back home... they're all in danger, and there's nothing I can do for them here. I need to get back.

[The doglike creature behind her whines and bumps her with its nose. Korra looks over her shoulder briefly, stroking its fur before focusing again on the screen.]

Look, there has to be a way, right? Can anyone help me? Please!

[Ragged desperation darkens her voice, and it cracks there at the end. Having to beg for help makes her choke up, and she drags the back of her hand across her face. Growling in frustration, she cuts the feed, muttering something along the lines of ‘how do you even turn off this stupid thing.’]

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]

acclimatized

It's been a long time since I have had the chance to write up one of our cases and I might be a little rusty, but here it is: The Guilt Complex!

Hopefully it has everything the press neglected to mention when the story made the headlines. And it could be a distraction from this "daylight darkness" stuff that has been going on lately too. Blackheath has been all skittery when we go for a walk... and after reading about that cat, I don't really blame him. I can only hope those kids have learnt their lesson too.

bloodyantivan

[The NV is focused on Zevran against a nondescript wall: off-white, cracked in places, but nothing distinctive. He smiles. He is dressed, as usual, in his light leather armor, though the daggers he typically carries on his back are not currently visible.]

So... it appears I am about to be evicted.

Does anyone have a little spare room for an elf of many skills? I don't mind sharing a bed. [That's accompanied by a wide, wide grin.]

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?

ex_stakes70

So, lately, I've been thinking. What's the general state of everybody being able to handle themselves in a fight against a big ugly? Lots of 'em around, and there's night patrol and everything, but does anybody ever offer self-defense and weapons use classes? Not saying I need 'em - just that I'd like to step up and do the job myself if nobody else's got a monopoly on that particular chunk of the market. Having people who do know how to fight and take care of themselves is all fine and dandy, but wouldn't it be better to help prepare everybody else on top of that? And if anybody else does already do this kinda thing, any chance y'might be hiring an extra hand? I'm an expert on pretty much any type of weapon you can think of. Not a big fan of guns, but I'll use 'em in a pinch.

LOCKED TO WILLOW ROSENBERG ;; UNHACKABLE.

Whatcha say you and I go find mochas? And discuss the possibility of getting an apartment together once your free lease time is up? I'm staying at a hotel right now. Kinda temporary. If you're interested we can start looking, and I can start a hey-let's-get-living-spacey fund.

END LOCK.

LOCKED TO ANGEL ;; UNHACKABLE.

So should I get a uniform for this bouncer thing? Or is it a come-as-you-are situation.

END LOCK.

philosopher

[The voice being recorded is both hushed (out of respect for the speaker's present environment) and weak (for reasons yet to be explained).]

Diane, it's... 6:36 pm on May 17, 2012. By my calculation, that means I've been asleep for... two hundred and seventy-nine months. Twenty-three years have passed since my last recording, Diane, and I have to say: I look pretty great for my age.

The last time I remember speaking to you, it was from the floor of my room at the Great Northern Hotel and I had just been shot. I don't remember a whole lot else, but the doctors tell me I've lost quite a bit of blood so that's to be expected. I feel both frustrated and grateful. Grateful to be alive, and frustrated because the investigation is facing yet another setback.

"Setback" may be an understatement. Diane, you are not going to believe this. As I just told you, it's been twenty-three years. That's twenty-three years in the blink of an eye. They tell me I've traveled through time, and that's apparently a common occurrence around here. Here being the city of Siren's Port, Canada - that's an island off the coast to the west of Vancouver, Diane. Have you ever heard of a place like that? I sure haven't.

The frustrating part is that my ticket was one-way. Preferable, yes, to the other one-way ticket I was facing - but gosh I really felt it. I was on the verge of something. Will I ever know who killed Laura Palmer?

[There's a pause and murmuring in the background, along with the squeaking of a cart being rolled into the room.]

- Ah, more on that later, Diane. Nurse Irene is here.

[Click.]

thelittlestbub

[She's got her head bowed, shoulders rising and falling as if she's panting. Her hair is black, with red and silver streaks in it. The wall behind her is utterly blank.

Her harsh panting comes over the audio. Jubilee has been working. The video trembles for a moment and then she raises her head.

Blue eyes are seen through stringy hair. Sweat streaks her face.

And her eyes... her eyes aren't normal. They're flat, dead, exhausted...]

Dr. Michael Xavier is dead.

[The video cuts out, with the NV being hurled across a room.]

[OOC: Jubilee has locked herself in the Danger Room. And then locked the Danger Room down so no one can get in except herself, Emma and Magneto. She's also wearing void cuffs, because... yeah. She's surging and can't be around people.

To the people in her condo: Her phone went off at about 3am, right as she got to bed and then she just left. No one saw her again until this post.

Anyone wanting to look into the shenanigans: HIT THIS PLOTTING POST]