sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: momo hinamori

[scathach is sitting on the edge of a building. she's only outside because there are just a few clouds in the sky, so she isn't too worried about getting a sunburn. she's holding the nv in one hand, arm resting on her knee, so the frame is a little crooked.]

Now that a cure has been found, I hope that all of the sick will be on their feet soon.

[just pleasantries. she's clearly getting to business now, because she actually looks to the camera, straightening the picture.]

I was hoping there would be some kind of school here akin to Xavier's Institute, but I have yet to stumble upon one. In light of this, if someone could direct me to a local dojo, I would greatly appreciate it. And if there is no dojo, I will need space to build one.

[oh right.]

I'm a teacher of the martial arts and weapons combat. I suppose I should mention that I'm open for lessons right now, though they will have to be in a public space, preferably a park or field. If anyone is interested in learning, tell me now. Lessons start tomorrow.

[and with a curt nod, she cuts the feed.]

safeguarded

[When the feed comes on, it's pointed at two teenagers curled up together on a bed, fully clothed and wakeful. The boy looks at the other occupant of the bed with a warm smile before beginning to speak.]

I've been here almost a month now. It's still a little surprising. I definitely didn't expect to be welcome with the plague, but I guess that's just about my luck. [The small laugh is barely humorous, and he steals another glance at the girl.]

But for everyone who helped me when I first arrived, I'd like to thank you. The girl I was looking for is here now.

[ And the girl, not the prettiest in the world, seems rather content with where she is. She doesn't really smile, so much as her face is calm and no longer drawn and wrought with stress. Her head rests against the crook where his shoulder and chest meet, but she tilts it just so, to look at his face. She doesn't have too much to say, really. ] I want to thank you for helping him, too. [ While she wasn't here to protect him. ] And for making sure we could find each other.

( non-ic cut for length! )

[ooc:This is Katniss and this color's Peeta!]

ace_of_knaves

[The NV clicks on to show the wide, predatory grin of a face some in the city may recognize. He looks perfectly healthy.]

Helllooo, Port, miss me?

Oh, no need to answer, I know you did!

[Joker's expression pulls into an overly theatrical frown as he swings the NV about, showing the chaotic interior of St. Teresa's Sanitarium. There are dead bodies strewn about the floor and the sound of shouting from down the hallway.]

A month-long entr'acte and while I'm gone this whole dismal burg just sinks into despair!

[The camera focuses on his face again as he throws his head back with his hand against his brow]

So I thought to myself: "Joker, old boy, your public needs you! Time to skedaddle and turn some frowns upside down!" Then, lucky me, the guard came to get me for group therapy! Guess nobody told him that the hardcore psychotics don't do group. Or maybe he forgot, eh?

[At this the NV swings towards Larry Butz who's curled up in the corner.]

Hey, smile for the camera, comrade! And on your feet! Make with the magic or you'll be tying your shoelaces with your teeth!

[A sharp bark of laughter]

Aaah, this is gonna be such fun!

[Back to Joker as he waves]

See you all on the outside, squares! And don't go dying on me, mmmkay? Daddy doesn't want to play to a buncha corpses just yet.

momchester

[Mary has been crying. Obviously, unattractively, ugly-crying; the evidence is still all over her face. It's an unflattering look on top of how visibly sick she is, looking pale and feverish and miserable. She's sitting in a hospital room in Skye, curled up in a chair squished uncomfortably into the corner. The narrow space between the chair and the actual hospital bed is taken up by one of those fold-out cots they have for family members, smushing her into the corner, forcing her to curl up with her knees to her chest in the chair.

That's the thing, though. The cot is empty. The hospital bed is empty.

There's a long silence, until you almost wonder if this is an accidental post, in which she just stares past the camera, worrying a silver charm bracelet on her wrist.]

It's killing people. I haven't seen it in the news yet, but it's killing people. The guy in the morgue said everything was quiet this morning. Now it's a rush. [She bursts into a violent coughing fit, looking slightly green.] I talked them out of kicking us out of the room- but Jesus Christ, how am I supposed to sleep in here, you know?

[Suddenly she seems to realize how awkwardly she's oversharing, and pulls herself together a little, rubbing her eyes and running her hands through her hair. Despite outwardly getting it together, she's still obviously hanging on by a thread, something dull and brittle in her eyes.]

If you know me, please- let someone know that you're alright. If you don't, if we've never spoken... I don't care, I still wanna know that you're okay. So many people in this city are alone.

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! ]

mister_foppish

[A video blips on as he fiddles with his device, at long last making a steady connection to the netvice community. A silvery-haired fop is now on your network—Ready to do a little chit-chatting, Siren's Port?]

Oooo. This is just like out of one of those Sci-Fi shows, you know. How exciting. Can you all hear me? Well hello, hello there! ~☆

[Waves all friendly-like with a glass of wine in one hand, smiling winsomely.]

Good evening, good evening my dear friends. I do hope all of you are having a stellar evening, indeed. I'm…What is it they say? Newly Arrived? Oh, it's really all very strange. Very confusing. Why, I've been absolutely terrified!~

Also, I confess, a little exhausted.

[Fans himself briskly with one hand and sits up from what appears to be a posh-looking couch that most certainly wasn't in the Starter Apartments, letting forth a dramatic sigh.]

Well, since it appears we're going to be stuck here for a while why don't you let me tell you a little about myself so we might get to know each other better, hm?

My name is Pegasus J. Crawford, inventor of a wonderful card game called Duel Monsters, chairman and CEO of Industrial Illusions, and I come from America. California, to be specific. Ha, ha.~ It's a wonderful place, really.

[Giggles at that, as if telling the most amusing joke.]

Pleasure to make your acquaintance. ♡

But now that you know who I am, it's only fair that I should like to get to know all of you. So, boy do I have a little question for you, Siren's Port:

Do any of you like to play games? I invented one, you know. Maybe you could help lil' old me pass the time? A winner-take-all duel, you might say. The loser takes me out to dinner. Or, if you're so inclined, maybe show me around. I could really use a tour. How about it, hm?

[ooc: Action tags are welcome. He'll come skipping right out to meet and greet almost anyone if they're friendly enough. Don't expect him to walk too far though unless you call him a cab.

EDIT: Check/fill out this awesome PERMISSIONS POST here!]

vestalvogue

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( Locked to the Teen Titans )

( Quirkless version: )

brushy

[ She's been watching- the network, the residents; ones in her situation, and the ones who've always been here. She's been reading what she can, observing, exploring, sniffing, helping, ect- and now, she decides to rest, finding a patch of healthy grass to lay on somewhere out there in this strange "canada".

What the video shows is a large, white wolf ( or a rather odd looking wolf, depending on who you are ), laying comfortably against the dirt. The animal yawns once, which turns into a normal, canine grin, accompanied by soft panting. Her attention, like any canine you would know, wanders briefly; on nothing in particular, really. Just occasionally looking to the left, turning her head to the right , down, left again . . .

She then licks her black lips, head turning, golden eyes darting towards the screen. Her triangle ears perk up and she tilts her head ( slightly! ), closing her mouth, and settling with something that can, in a way, appear that she's smiling ever so slightly, depending on how you look at it! To viewers, this is the image of a curious, at-attention wolf. A stretch of her front legs, just making herself comfortable, before she sighs, coming out as a long huff through her nostrils that follows a short lupine noise, making her attention settle completely on the nv yet again.

Hello, little ones, she says, in her silent language. Well? She wants to get to know you all- she wants to know who's here, and who isn't. Where are you from? What is it like? If you have something on your mind, if you want to speak, if you want to cry . . . if you want to stare blankly, question, seek her out, if you want to pet or even offer her food- she's all ears! Really- she wouldn't mind chatting with you! Ammy actually looks like she's waiting for something, after all! If anyone would like to action it up ( either to meet or run into her ), feel free- and if it stays on nv communication, expect text! ]

cursedblood

[hello, Port. on screen is a man who could pass for eighteen, but has that 'look' of someone far older. he could probably also give a few models envy in terms of his 'look', period.

he also seems mildly annoyed.]

While being told that there are monsters that roam in the dark is alarming, being told that it is 2012 is even more so.

I would like a better explanation than the one I was given.

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.

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.

ex_stakes70

Okay, so. [ PERKIEST FACE but also very determined in her perkiness. ]

Here's the deal. I need to talk to somebody who's good with souls. As in, knows all about souls, and dealing with them, and figuring them out. Also figuring out their placement. Sooner is definitely better. I'll - I dunno, pay you in bodyguarding, or figure something else out.

Did I mention sooner?

PRIVATE; UNHACKABLE; TO ANGEL.

Whatcha think about a Slay-date? With the monster fighting in tandem and all that romantic gooey stuff.

reginagloriae

I...um, hi.

[Nervous looking redhead finally makes a video broadcast and she's fidgeting about it. She prefers audio better, but she wants people to know her current predicament as a subtle call for help. Youko's sitting on her bed with something. Something heavy and mostly invisible aside of the back green spots, flaming pink mohawk, matching colored paws and collar.

A hellhound. Loki's.]

Has anyone seen Loki? He's not answering my messages since this afternoon. The prank stopped being funny after Darkness fell. I need... [She freezes while the hellhound snuffling her lap in melancholy.] to know if he's ok.

[She swallows her own insecurity and reaches out apprehensively to pat the invisible pup's head to console her.]

Huh. This was going to be a broadcast to ask for a job. [Funny how her plans are derailed like that.] If he doesn't answer, I need to ask tips to know how to take care of a hellhound.

[She pales slightly when she utters that aloud. She bows her head and mutters softly.]

Sorry about the bother. If anyone has seen him, please send me a message.

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 )

asano_san

That was the worst birthday ever! None of my so-called friends noticed and the only thing I got was a prank. Do you know how many doors I had to go through to get to a bathroom? That's not a birthday gift!

doeswhathewants

[His NV is cheerfully blaring the Nyan Cat theme as his grinning face peers down into the screen.]

Such a day this is- a day for tricks and mischief.

A piece of advice since you are all such good sports: never take for granted that a door leading into a place will also lead out of it. Once a door closes, it has to open again.

[His smile widens]

And one important question: how long have you Nyan'd for?

doeswhathewants

[The NV clicks on suddenly, picture sideways, a bit of ice melting on one corner of the screen (likely what knocked the device over and turned it on). The porch of the HoA and the lawn beyond it are recognizable.

As is the owner of the NV, standing on the lawn in the midst of snow drifts and a handful of large, blue skinned humanoids that are subsequently attempting to kill him.

Loki is clad in green leather.

And a gold horned helmet, which he is currently using as a weapon, running towards one of the blue skinned creatures with a hearty battle cry, goring the forst giant in his midsection. Swirls of ice, of green magic and a miniature army of garden gnomes dressed as the various Avengers are a perfect picture of chaos doing battle. The surroundings somehow remain in tact.]

I will defend the Port from ALL the frost giants! [He crows as the frost giant falls, body smashing to ice as it hits the ground. Loki's smile is wide, pupils dilated, cheeks flushed]

Pickles! They will sing your praises in Valhalla and the Hall of the Dead! I will do all of the cocaine!

[A gnome dressed as- well, it looks like Robin Hood, but it's really Fandral, moves to the NV and wags a finger at it before turning it off.]

circumsutus

[The man (shaggy grey hair, greyish skin, indeterminate age, glasses that reflect the light almost more than glasses should, patchwork clothing, massive screw jammed right through his skull) sits in his Tower apartment and waves.

He seems friendly enough.]

I've still got some time [read: nearly a month] before I get thrown out of the apartments, but there's no time like the present to start looking for a job!

My name is Stein, and I'm looking for a job as a surgeon or as a teacher, I'm not picky, and I have extensive experience in both fields. If you want character references, one of my students and patients, Soul Eater, has been here for a while, and is ... fairly reliable.

the_final_word

[A young woman appears on the screen, with a serene expression on her face. She offers a small smile. She'd almost look like an ordinary girl in her late teens, if it wasn't for her odd colouring, and the fact that her hair seems to be moving of its own volition.]

Hello.

[When she speaks, it's with a crisp French accent.]

My name is Daemon. Your Greeters were most helpful.

[Whether she believes them or not is another story. Still, the people here are quite unlike those in any system she's encountered previously. Her expression grows more solemn as she moves beyond her introduction.]

All the fighting here concerns me. These struggles between Newcomers and locals, between AGI and SERO...they seem to bring such needless suffering. Only unity can bring peace. I would like to work together with each and every one of you to achieve that.

[She looks as though she might have something more to say, then decides against it.]

I expect we will be talking again soon enough. For now, au revoir.

[Inclining her head slightly as a goodbye, Daemon disconnects the feed.]

crimsonpuppeteer

[The feed opens to show a playground. Judging by the lighting, it has just begun to grow dark. It seems like whoever is filming the video wants anyone watching it to see their surroundings. After a moment, the recording settles on what looks like a large brown suitcase. The recorder begins to walk towards it and judging by the way the camera spins, settles down on top of it. It is only then that the person behind the NV turns the camera towards themselves.]

I don't like this place.

[The speaker is a girl, a young one who judging by her appearance has yet to even reach her teenage years. She wears features like those of an albino, with pale white hair and matching eyelashes, pale skin, and eyes red like blood. What can be seen of the dress she is wearing is a stark contrast, as it is pure black. She wears an expression on her face that seems to be devoid of emotion, unusual for someone talking about things they don't like.]

Not just this city. But this place. This place that is supposed to be here to make children happy.

[Her neutral expression drops into a noticeable scowl.]

Stupid. There are probably those my age that come to places like this and are entertained with foolish games of pretend, imagining themselves to be powerful warriors. Stupid. A place like this has no value whatsoever.

[The camera pans towards a see-saw.]

Bouncing up and down is supposed to be entertainment? I don't think I can understand a mind that could be satisfied with such things.

[She sighs as she brings the camera back onto her face.]

It would be easier if I could. If I could just be a stupid kid like all the other fools that cling to their parent's legs and whine when they don't get their way. But..

[She smiles, but not in a pleasant way. It looks almost out of place on the face of a girl so young. It looks almost sinister.]

Those are the ones that I hate the most.

[Without another word, the feed ends suddenly.]