sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: maria barcelito

[The video opens to the sound of a hard crack, and a large burly man on a concrete floor shortly follows that sound. A few steps are heard and Deadpool struts into view]

Guess who's back, back again. Deadpool's back, tell a friend. Deadpool's back, Deadpool's back, Deadpool's back, nanana!

[Seating himself at a stool, he faces the audience]

Yes, your eyes aren't fooling ya... I am back once again, I had a brief tour of the old homeverse, met a few interesting folks, some of which are no longer amongst us. Fought some people, saved some people, same shit, different day.

[A non-caring shrug]

So what'd I miss? I hope I didn't miss any sexy parties because then I'd truly have to crack some skulls, maybe some femurs too, they crack nice. I'm assuming everything is its typical level of shitty, and that someone is going to buy me a beer, and catch me up on the dead, gone and new list.

[He gives a thumbs up and the feed cuts]

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! ]

gunsling

[ Lying across a hardwood floor is a robotic arm. It's sleek and shiny and looks well designed. Unfortunately for all its fancy looking gadgetry it's lying there like a dead fish. A socked foot pokes into the view of the camera from the bottom of the screen and nudges the arm. Once.... Twice...

And oh! Look at that, the fingers on the arm are twitching in strange, jerky motions. ]

Aha! Got it working. [ A scoffing sound. ] That wasn't that hard at all.

[ And now in those same weirdly jerky motions the arm lurches towards the foot and grabs onto the ankle attached. The camera pans down to watch its movements ]

Hey!

[ And starts climbing it's way up the calf. ]

Oh my god...

[ And gets up to the shorts, and seems to be moving on up. ]

HOLY SHIT! STOP THAT!!!

[ Well... it does only to start sparking like crazy. There's a yelp and arm is flung off the lap and goes flying into a wall before falling to the ground with a loud clatter. ]

.... Well so much for getting that to work right!

bloodyantivan

[The NV is filming his legs, initially. They're an attractive pair of legs for certain, wearing a pair of fine, high leather boots and what appears to be a skirt of leather armor. A man is talking, and the NV gives a shake as he makes a somewhat confused noise.]

--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!

[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]

Ah. There!

[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]

While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]

But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.

Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.

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.

terrified

[The view is fumbling as soon as it starts, but a thumb's on half of the lens, so there wouldn't be much to see anyhow. Even so...]

Let - me - see!

[Each word is accompanied by a yank, and easily, the NV is hoisted into the air. Staring at the camera is a little... something, not very pleasant. It's bug-eyed, and has no mouth, but it must be the one who says,] Ha! Got it! Like you know how to work this piece of junk, Crona.

[From off camera - and now that you mention it, isn't that the top of someone's head below the view of the shrill black thing? - come very nervous words: ] But that person said it was mine... and I have to use it to ask— [Could this perhaps be the owner of that thumb? The black thing waving around the NV now hasn't any real hands to speak of - just large white fists, or that's what it seems like.]

Never mind that! What's yours is mine, right? Including your dinner if you don't shut up!

[The creature pauses, and then rubs its head with one of its fists.]

Except, uh... I don't know where to get dinner around here. That's where you come in, Canada people. Ha! Who ever heard of a place called Canada, anyway? Stuuupid. Look, is there or isn't there somewhere to get some grub around here? Crona doesn't have any money, so something like that's out! Let me know, all right? Or we'll have to end up dying of hunger right on your pretty lawn!

What? No! I can't die on someone's lawn! [Actual hands are up in the air, now, batting at the thing.] Laying on grass is too itchy! I'll get ants in my clothes! Besides, outside is too growling too much, I don't like it when the outside growls!

[The little black thing cackles - or something close to it? - and holds the NV further aloft.]

Better hurry, this thing might go quick! Can't wait to hear from you, foody people! Help a little fella like me out, all right?

[But, right before it cuts, and with desperation - ] Ragnarok! Ragnarok, wait, please ask about Lady Medu—

buttwombs

So, uhm...

[The teenager on video is clearly nervous, but is forcing himself to speak.]

... let's say you were in a relationship with someone, and they ended up here. I mean, while you're NOT here! Not like, you're together. I mean you ARE together because you're a couple but... you're somewhere else and they're here in Siren's Port.

[He presses his fingers together.]

Anyway. Let's say that person runs into trouble, and needs to make a LOT of money fast... and they have a special thing that'll make people spend a ton of money to... uh... spend time with them. Like. Have. S... Se...

[He's blushing furiously now.]

Do it.

... would you hate them forever and never want to see them ever again if they went through with it?

horsepower

[Salutations, Siren's Port. You've just been greeted by a slate grey boy with shattered candy corn horns jutting out of his head. His prim dialect might sound out of place with his mouth full of broken teeth and the long, greasy hair framing his face. The video cuts in and out on many NVs, or flickers black around the edges with interference depending on the viewer's distance from him.]

After much hullabaloo, it has come to my attention that not one of my people has attempted any intergalactic diplomacy beyond...oh, I do not know precisely. Inane chittering about the weather or human bodily functions or something. I was never privy to most of the conversations between my kind and the various aliens cohabiting this space, but my generalized assessments seem reasonable.

For that reason, I have shouldered the burden of introducing you all to Alternian society proper. I formally challenge the pandimensional citizenry of Sirens Port to a battle royale.

[He just looks SO EXCITED about this. Well, as much as Equius can look excited about anything. He's smiling just a bit, showing off those gnarly teeth, and twirling a lock of hair around his finger like a preteen schoolgirl. His heavy brows furrow and his smile drops to a deadpan flatline.]

Not ... to the death, I suppose. The authoritarian powers here seem to frown upon murder. [Which he finds very, very silly. But...Equius is always reluctant to question authority. Even if it's human authority. Seriously, he's been desperate for a set of iron statutes to follow. He's not going to start complaining now.] But a test of strengths. The Fight Club appears to be a flawless location for such destructive proceedings. Oh, I dearly hope they are destructive. [Annnd there's that orthodontist's wet dream half-smile again.] I shall look into it further.

Ah, if...there are enough willing bodies, of course.

[OOC: Translation being - Equius wants to fight all of you! Because that's what an Alternian gentleman does. I've got nothing concrete planned yet, really. This is just a network post to gauge the port's interest in punching his face...or discouraging him from getting his face punched I guess. Oh, and while we're here: text quirk opt-out post!]

underdogged

[The weariness in his voice isn’t a simple case of fatigue; he sounds troubled. Not that it hasn’t been keeping him up at night. If this wasn’t just a voice message, you’d be able to see the dark blotches under his eyes.]

[Kaiji clears his throat, an attempt at being casual.]

Wanted to throw a question out there. When do you forgive someone? [a pause- it’s not really his place to do the forgiving in this situation] Or… when do you turn a blind eye to something… something fucked up? What if they’ve done their time for it? What circumstances make it…

[He trails off. It used to be so simple. Coming here had complicated matters- he still didn’t know where he stood with Tonegawa but it hadn’t mattered before. They were never supposed to see each other again. Even here, their past was a largely taboo subject, never to be spoken out loud but ever present in resentful undertones and snipes. Even so, a small part of him was disturbed by how lacking in intensity his hatred of the other man was- and even more so by the tinier part of him that respected him in spite of everything.

And now… now he can’t stop himself making the connections, asking the same uncomfortable questions; is he a hypocrite if he forgives one but not the other? Does it matter if they’ve changed? Why they did it? Does it ever go away?]

...tch. It's a stupid question.

( PRIVATE to Claire Stanfield )

whitedarklord

[Soma has not been having a good morning. In fact, he's been having the lousiest morning ever. He headed out to get some groceries with what little money he had left after quitting his job, only to find himself walking into someone's bathroom. While that someone was using it.]

[What followed was an awkward shuffle through rooms as he tried to get either outside, or back to his apartment, whichever came first. The video gets popped on by accident after he's thrown out of another person's bathroom, and the NV gets a good look at his exceedingly red face.]

C-cut me a break, this isn't my fault...

[He looks around, his expression brightening after a moment. This is his hallway! That's an improvement, at least! He pulls himself to his feet, grabbing his NV and jogging down to his apartment...]

[...only...]

Eviction notice?! But I thought I was paid for this month?!

[Morally right or not, maybe he was too quick to quit his job...]

littleshit

[Claudia's NV clicks on, recording the peppy, sweet voice of a fourteen year old girl.]

Hellooo~? [A small pause, before her voice raises an octave.] Hello? I don't know if anyone on the other line is listening, but I just wanted to thank whoever it was who brought me here! This is the best vacation ever!! I mean it! I've never even heard of this place before, so that must make it all the more exotic and exciting!

I haven't been this scared since someone told me the legend about the Rail Tracer! [There's a beat as she collects emotion in her voice to emphasize her next question.] ... Is this fear? It's been so long that I think I must've forgotten the feeling!

Well, that's not important right now, anyway! I have a lot of shopping to do, since no one told me I'd be going away on a trip. That's kind of rude, isn't it? Someone tell me where the nearest mall is, please and thank you!~

[A long pause.] Hellooo?

vaguelysauntered

[The NV turns on, showing a very sleek-looking dark-haired man with sharp cheekbones and sunglasses smirking at the camera. Even over the NV, one can tell that this is a person who knows he's better than everyone else around him- there is no uncertainty in his features, just full-on arrogance. When he finally speaks, his English accent is so smooth one can practically roll a carpet on it.]

Well, let's see here. You know, I've been going through this thing's previous posts and such, and wow, all the entries from people who have just arrived really share a lot in common. You'd think that there's some kind of checklist that we have to get through once we arrive. Like, number one, you must certainly, without a doubt, ask "where am I?" or "what is going on?" or "why have I been dragged across time and space itself to the wretched wannabe of a place that is Canada?" Because finding out things by asking people who might lie to your face instead of quietly gathering information by your lonesome is clearly the way to go.

[A pause as he lets that sink in.]

Second, you must ask where your friends or family or dog or beloved garden gnome is in this place. Which, most of the time, results in nothing but statements like "No, I haven't seen your gnome" to "Oh, yes, your gnome was here before, but I'm not sure where he's gone off to now, sorry about that".So why bother asking? No, I'm going to skip that part entirely- I've already checked the NV for the people I know and they're not here, so, just look at all the time I saved.

Third, you may either a), mention that you "can't stay here because you have something important to go back to" or b), basically give your whole life story to people because you can. I'm not doing the first option because, frankly, I'd rather not repeat the Apocalypse all over again, thank you, and I'm not doing the second one because, honestly, I'd rather keep all of you in the dark. Why in the world should I reveal who I am or what I do without knowing exactly who lives in this place?

[He grins widely.]

What I can tell you is that the name's Crowley. [He pronounces it like it rhymes with "holy".] Anthony J. Crowley. And I do not need your pats on the back or your offers to be my best friend ever or your little cheerful fake welcomes. All I need is information about the darkness at night and how this city works and other such things.

Do be nice and provide it to me. I'm sure a few of you have the collective brain to do so.

greenshift

[ The video feed switches on, revealing a room at the starter apartments - a bedroom, actually, which is mostly apparent because one can see parts of a bed, including a lump under the blankets and a head of tousled blonde hair poking out. But never mind that, because the video gets adjusted to focus in on a thirteen year old girl with black hair who is sitting on said bed and who'll be familiar to some of you. She gives the feed a look, and...starts to type. Well, okay, guess she doesn't want to wake the other girl. ]

( cut for typing quirk and a lot of ridiculousness )

gunsling

[ The video clicks on to Jake, holding a can of beanee weenees in one hand as he fumbles with his NV in the other, before he sets the NV down on something.

He looks like he's about to say something to the NV, before he looks down at can and realizes something important! ]

Damn! Forgot the spoon. Hold on a moment.

[ He darts over to set the can down on the open windowsill before dashing out of frame.

A few seconds pass by before a bandaged, tattooed arm shoots down over the edge of the window from the outside and snatches up the can.

Another minute or so and the arm reaches down to put the can back into place. Disappearing just in time for Jake to walk back into the room, look at the empty can and-- ]

What the devil?!

mademyhell

 [Trauma has the camera turned to himself, looking irritated (Possibly more than usual? Hard to tell.) and walking into the kitchen as he talks.]

So. You'd think I'd get used to this shit. I mean, we kill enough appliances to be responsible for half the junkyard.

.....But does anyone want to tell me who the hell to blame for this one?

[He turns the camera and shows the microwave….which seems to have some weird blackened sludge, wrapped in what must be tinfoil, on the plate. The light is off, and there are smoke stains on the insides, up the walls and on the ceiling of the poor thing. The microwave itself has been unplugged and pulled away from the wall.

It's an unholy mess, to put it mildly.]

Just so you know? My money's on the guy who doesn't actually live here.

yakyuu

Woo~ow! The prison sure made big changes! The sky looks so real now - ahaha, moving to Canada was a funny choice. Hayato! Tsuna! Um--!... .... Haha? I'm having trouble with names.... Oops. Haha, oh well. Did everyone see the new city? Suupa impressive composition.~ Even the baseball field changed over night! It could use some work.. [concerned for the beat up diamond, yes :(] I wonder where they put the robots.

[Say hello to Yamamoto being an airhead, everyone! He's strolling down a random street with a silver brindle Akita running circles around him.]

knightfell

[ It's immensely startling to realize exactly how long it's been since he's posted to the network; he tends to keep his nose to the grindstone and remain generally oblivious to what's going on the network.

Still, this is a big enough change-up in his routine that he may as well make note of it: ]

Starting today, I will be teaching basic hand to hand fighting at the dojo on Tuesday and Friday afternoons. It is mainly intended for beginners, but those who wish to refresh their knowledge or are looking for possible sparring partners are welcome to join as well.

If there is sufficient interest, I can also provide basic instruction in spear or polearm fighting.

[ He gives the address to what was once Kurogane's dojo, then lapses into a brief silence. ]

Attendees with, ah... allergies to rodents and similar creatures should let me know beforehand.

[ Nothing interrupts a covert police operation more than when one of your fellow officers nearly sneezes his way through a wall. He doesn't imagine teaching self-defense would be much different. ]

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

greenshift

@_@ i was really glad to see that the day stopped repeating, but this is just as bad!!! i dont think id be able to keep up if days ALWAYS went this fast this is just a preposterous way to spend time and its giving me a headache :/

( cut for courierrrr and eye-searing green )

mirroredmemory

[It's still earlyish; Xion's sitting in her pyjamas and nursing a warm beverage at the kitchen table in The Apartment That Never Was. She looks a little deep in thought, and is sporting some fairly impressive bed hair. It's not quite on a par with certain people she's connected to just yet, but it appears to be taking on the forces of gravity and defying them soundly.]

I know that the TV and the papers are saying that today's the second of February today, but that's just not right. It's the fifth, it has to be! I've kept count of the days every single day since I've lived in this city.

Today makes three hundred and sixty five. It's been a whole year today. I've never lived anywhere as long as I've lived here.

[A whole year; it's already fifteen days longer than she lived with the Organization. It's been one year, exactly, since she died.

She puts her mug down, tries to tame that gravity defying hair enough to lie flat behind her ear, then she smiles slowly.]

A year... it's a long time, isn't it? But it's kind of funny, in some ways it feels like it's been no time at all. You could live a whole year in one place and learn more in that year than you ever learned in the almost-a-year you lived somewhere else. That's what it's like for me. Where I lived before... there were good days, and the best days were when I got to be with my best friends and nothing got in the way of that, I didn't have to worry about anything or anyone and I could just be happy with. I've had more days like that here in Siren's Port than I ever did before, I've got my best friends, my brother, my family, my friends, my boyfriend. I'm really, really glad I got the chance to come here.

This world is my home, I couldn't live anywhere else now. Does anybody else ever feel that way? Or would you go back, if you could?