sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: nill

[ Good evening, Siren's Port. This may or may not be a familiar face, but tonight, Xigbar stands upon a rooftop, the headquarters of the Xino E. Mao Corporation in the background. He's wearing the black coat this time, as opposed to his more business-like attire, and as he begins his address, there a flames visible somewhere in the distance. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port -- or fellow Newcomers, should I say?

[ He waves a hand, and shadows start forming behind him. ]

Normally, I'd say a little something about AGI or the wonders of corporate power. [ He shrugs. ] But now? [ His smile broadens. ] I'd say it'd be a little dishonest, wouldn't you?

[ Behind him, the tower he once reigned in as CBO erupts in dark flames, and the shadows behind him materialize into a recognizable form. There's three of them, jaws snapping lightly.

Xigbar flashes a demented smile towards the camera. ]

The Darkness is upon us, friends. Let's make use of the time we have left.

[ With that, he shuts off the feed. ]

inthejunk

[There's a kid in ambient lighting grinning at you, Portians. He seems genuinely pleased, much like the last time you saw him. But today there are no marriage proposals written out in snow. There is a microphone, however. He taps it to make sure it's working properly, then grins again. Show time.]

Attention everyone! I'm Hanamura Yosuke, and this-

[Here he takes a second to pan the NV around and show off the interior of a building. The windows are boarded up at ground level, but bright and open, or so they would be in the daytime without the bars, on the upper area near the rafters. Yosuke's apartment was there once, but it's not obvious to anyone who didn't know the old layout. The Cat's Eye is back, gone from upscale bistro to a dark industrial cavern with an oddly located espresso machine, remnant of it's former days of glory.

But hey, it's still standing. And Yosuke is clearly proud of it.]

-Is the grand re-opening of the Cat's Eye. As you can see, our darkness proofing is ready and so is the bar. So anyone who vandalized it, your effort was wasted. Next time you'd better burn it down.

[Here he throws a wink, and then picks up the microphone again.]

And while we're on the subject of good news, there's something else. I'm not getting married to anyone. But there is a girl who makes me want to sing. It takes a few shots of vodka to feel okay about it, but I'm working on that. In the meantime, I'm all set. Like I said, the bar is ready!

Anyway, I saw this in a movie. So here goes.

[And yep, he takes a deep breath and starts to sing.]

edge_of_nothing

> Hello?
> How is everyone today?
> What is: good?

> ...???
> Trying to end things with a period?
> Full Stop function: not working?
> Out of order???

[There was a delay as the NV tried to fix things himself. He even tried taking his case to ~~his master~~ Xemnas, but all of the questions led to a near manual shut-down experience.

The messages come back.]

> Julian cannot fix this?
> Override: Not Available???

> someone help me? pls?
> no?

inthejunk

[The kid on the video doesn't look so hot. Not in an ate too much candy sort of way, either. He's pale and clammy and his lips aren't a healthy color. His eyes are dilated. He should probably be in bed. In fact, he probably is. But he's got something important to say first, judging by the serious expression on his face.]

Ah. I hope it doesn't ruin the holiday atmosphere, but I guess I should warn everyone. If someone gives you chocolates and you don't know them very well-

[He stops, curls up a bit. Ow, his freakin' insides...but before he can properly complain about those, he bumps something behind him. It turns out to be a plastic IV line, and when the cart falls over it tugs him hard enough to make him knock his head against a vacuum chamber, hanging around conveniently in case any patients in the area need their stomach pumped. Yosuke makes a frustrated, whiny sound.]

Ow! Ugh...anyway, please don't take candy from strangers. It might make you sick.

cruelties

Bodyguard for hire. Skilled in firearms and in possession of supernatural abilities. I can work any hours and take on any assignment. For the right price. ♥ For more details reply to the post.

[OOC: All replies will be "private" unless otherwise marked. This is me tentatively coming off hiatus HOWEVER after Tuesday I will be working 36 hours a week so my tagging will likely be rescinded to Sunday only after that point.]

hostage

[The video's shaky when Jesse starts transmitting. He's at the baseball diamond and it's the middle of winter and he's shivering, dressed for a New Mexico summer in a hoodie that's barely thicker than the t-shirt he's wearing underneath it.]

I'm here.

[He's saying that to the NV, but his attention is away from the camera, directed to the road.]

Where's a goddamn taxi...

[He stops walking for a second and raises the NV so he can talk to it properly.]

I'm here. I'm okay. How long's it been? What year is it?

inthejunk

[It's Yosuke, Port. But you might not know it unless you recognize his voice, because he doesn't have the camera focused on himself for once. It's focused on a place that looks to have been a restaurant once, maybe. But it's trashed now. Busted windows, upturned tables, graffiti everywhere. The bar area has been looted, and it's obviously seen the darkness come inside not long after the vandals. There's even copious amounts of dried blood on the floors from something. It's probably not the only place in town this happened to, but it's the one Yosuke feels responsible for. This place? It used to be The Cat's Eye.]

Hey everyone. Uh. This is the Cat's Eye, so I'm sorry if anyone came by and we were closed. It's probably going to be a while. It's been like this since we got back to the future. Or maybe you'd call it the present, I guess this place isn't everyone's future.

[The camera gives a dizzying whirl, and it's facing him this time. Yosuke himself is fine, clearly no worse for the wear in any physical sense. But he doesn't waste time finding a perfect angle today. For once maybe it's not about catching his best light on camera.]

The Darkness proofing and the structural damage should be fixed first, I guess. So if anyone knows of cheap ways to do that, I'd really appreciate it.

[He goes to switch the video off, but stops. One more thing, actually.]

And I'm not really a book guy, but I've been thinking of taking it up. So tell me what your favorite types of books are. It's better to start with the best ones, right?

(ooc edit: The big doomy flu that's going around got me like right after I posted this. Sorry about that guys, I'm trying to ease back into the tags now! It's not too late if anyone wanted to tag in but wasn't free til the weekend either, I know the timing on this one was 5 kinds of bad. Whoops.)

lovedbyflowers

[Labrador laughs as the video turns on because the new plants he'd brought ~~with Frau's money~~ not long ago are coiled round him lovingly. This is nothing new to him though as this happens on a daily basis back home as well!]

Ahahaha~ That's ticklish! Now, now, children, quiet down a bit, Daddy has something important to do.

[And like good children, the plants leave him alone for a moment and he smiles brightly at the camera.]

Ah, good day, fellow residents of Siren's Port! I was wondering if anyone could help me. I arrived here not long ago so there are still many things I'm unfamiliar with. Anyway, I was informed that I would need to get a job here. Does anyone know how I should go about doing so or have any recommendations?

Frau says I should get a job in the agricultural district and that does sound interesting to me, but I want to know what other options there are. I'm a Bishop back home but I'm also a gardener, herbalist, healer and a bit of a chemist. I'd be most interested in any work that has to do with plants.

[Then he's distracted for a moment as he seems to hear something. He turns to the nearest potted plant.]

Mn? What is it, my child? Oh, I'll water you after I've finished this. Please be patient. [Did he just communicate with that plant?]

Sorry about that these children are quite a handful! Anyway, I would most appreciate any help on this matter. Thank you and may God bless you all.

ofthursday

[When the video comes on, Castiel looks composed, neutral, even. He maintains that appearance well enough until he tries to actually address the feed, but his words catch in his throat and he looks down, off to the side, then seemingly gathers his courage and looks at the screen once again.]

I remember now, what happened. What I did.

[And a pause, as he tries to sort out what he's intending to say, before he speaks again.]

Anyone who... Anyone who wants an explanation--what one there is--need only ask. And I'm...

[He doesn't normally lose his sentences so often, but his concentration is on trying to keep his voice and composure steady, and so he's losing his ability to string his thoughts together.

At least, that's what he's hoping is his problem.

Again, he's quiet for a short time, closing his eyes briefly and then opening them again, taking a deep breath and speaking one more time before shutting off the feed.]

I'm sorry. For everything.

todomarishi

[Terra is seated on a stretch of sand belonging to one of the island's beaches. A certain lighthouse can be seen in the distance, out across the water. It would make for a serene picture if Terra didn't have a Shake Weight in one hand. Yes, he is shaking that Shake Weight. He's been shaking that Shake Weight for two years now. Thank you, Joe.

Oro, Terra's direwolf, lies beside him and is absently chewing on a stuffed lobster toy that has seen better days.]

It doesn't make sense. The Core has some people coming and going all the time. Some people it pulls in once and then sends them away and never bothers them again. And some people it won't ever let go.

[He shakes his head, albeit it not quite as vigorously as he is shaking the Shake Weight.]

Doesn't make sense. For a while, I thought maybe there was a reason some people had to be here, even if that reason didn't apply to all Newcomers or to me, but I was wrong to believe that. There's no point to this place. Being here doesn't mean you're getting a second chance or you're being punished or you're here to help the world. Being here means nothing. This island is just a prison surrounded by water instead of walls.

[Anyone happen to both own the world's smallest violin and know the world's saddest song? The shaking of the Shake Weight slows to a stop. Terra sighs, glances down at the dumbbell... and abruptly throws it hard out into the ocean.

Sorry, Joe.]

I guess that's it. All I've got to say.

halfagirl

[ the feed opens to a view of the dying sunset and stays that way for a minute or so, until the sun disappears below the horizon, before turning towards the person who had made the broadcast: a pale blonde girl in very weather-inappropriate clothing. that much is evident even in the dim light. ]

I still can't believe this shit happens. And every day, too. You guys are all used to it?... It's fucking crazy.

[ but the sound of monsters rising out of the darkness makes her crack a smile, and she reaches for something leaning against the wall that turns out to be a serrated, saw-like sword. or two of them, even. ]

... Monsters, though, I know how to deal with.

senjulegacy

Counselors. Tch. Yeah, right. [ The feed begins sotto voce. Not much of a preamble with this one, Naruto doesn't sound too impressed about the recent 'Core flux'. ]

That kinda stuff is useless after shit's already happened. [ Ninja don't do counselors, though some ninja could use them. Naruto sighs. It's a tired sound, but it doesn't last. ]

Alright, this had a point. Gonna keep it short. I'm lookin' for a job. A bunch of jobs. Doesn't matter what they are, I'm not picky. I'm... good with my hands?

That is to say, I can kick ass without breakin' a sweat, I've got great aim! I'm strong. And I'm a ramen expert. [ Shut up, this is a Skill. ] And I'm, uh-- Well, I'm good with plants, too. [ Awkward pause. Someone's thinking of Ino sob. ]

Oh! Yeah. One more thing.

If I wanted to get a job at SERO, how would I do that?

cruelties

[All filtered from Gilbert Nightray C:]

[The feed clicks on a young man laying down on what looks like a bench at the ubiquitous stadium with his eyes closed and his blond hair mussed. There’s sounds of people talking off-screen but their voices are indiscernible and the young man seems unconcerned about them as well. His eyes open in a squint, one red, one wine gold.]

At home, it’s Spring. I am entirely undressed for this weather. Heh. [He extends his arm so one may see his light long sleeved dress shirt and vest with no coat. His outfit may also be of noble or Victorian design depending on what sort of world the viewer is from. Wherever he's from, it is no where like Siren's Port.] My older brother scold me so much if he saw me but...

[The feed moves out of range of his expression and onto his neck tie.] Not now.

[The feed lifts back onto his face that is now contorted into a beaming grin.] Who can keep a secret? I wonder. How do you keep one?

( Private messages for Jack Vessalius, Ciel Phantomhive, Raul Creed, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break. )

renaissance_ninja

[Its only 19:10 two hours after evening sirens, but already Dirk was needing to take a rest and find shelter to catch his breath and take stock of his actions.

His NV showed him for a brief moment as he cleaned the gore from the shades, before panning around the street, left then right. The sound of beasts and other horrific monsters could be heard in the near distance and the mutilated bodies (or what was left of them) were scattered at Dirk's feet.]

Like looking for a needle in a hay stack my ass...

[Spitting onto the red tainted blade of his Katana before cleaning it off on a rag he pulled from his pocket.]

I'm looking for one needle, not a fucking crack house full of them.

[Dirk sighed and slipped his NV-shades back over his eyes once both it and his sword were clean. He'd been looking for a certain kind of monster, but managed to stumble onto every other kind and its mother.]

Has to be out here somewhere. Lets try this again.

[This was where the feed cut off.]

integrity

[Crowley is alive.

This is a shocking fact, seeing as he fully expected to die. He even set up his so-called last will and testament, to set aside his funds and business transactions and all other sorts of things, in preparation for his death. However meaningless this universe is, Crowley is nothing but pragmatic. And as he sits in his chair, in his office, nothing seems out of the ordinary, save for a few things.

Once, he is holding a glass of liquor, which is hardly unusual. What is unusual is that his fingers grip it unusually tightly, almost as if he is convinced he is going to drop it. His eyes are lacking some of the spark that they usually hold, resigned and weary and ready to quit, though Crowley does not quit. He holds himself as someone who has lost a great deal but is far too stubborn to actually roll over and take it -- and as Crowley takes a sip of scotch, he clears his throat and speaks, his words slurring only slightly. He has great practice in speaking while intoxicated.]

I saw God yesterday, while I was stabbing my friend to death.

[Crowley considers that for a moment before he decides 'screw it' and finishes off his glass.]

I suppose I should get an attorney for that incriminating statement, but I'm having difficulty caring, as God is the one who put him out of his misery. The same one who allowed our world to dissolve into chaos and misery and let's not forget what He allowed His own poor stupid useless children to do to it, they killed one another because Daddy never hugged them. And you know what the best part was?

[Crowley huffs a soft laugh as he puts the glass back down. His fingers twitch to themselves and, perhaps in a delayed reaction, the demon swipes his hand across the table to let the glass hit the ground and shatter. It was only crystal. He can just buy another.]

He was right in front of our faces the entire time, God, the witless wonder that thought it would be funny to create an entire dimension dedicated to souls shredding each other for punishment and thought it would be hilarious to let Lucifer break out of his Cage and thought it would be hysterical for Castiel to --

[But Crowley stops himself, because that is getting into something of a deep and personal moment for him, and one can't have that. Instead, his tone lowers to something soft as he pushes himself up, hands keeping himself steady at his desk.]

If you want to speak with the useless twat, our Savior, His name is Chuck Shurley. Pray to Him if you want to know why Castiel lost his mind and the Leviathan ate your friends. I'm certain He has all the answers in the world for why they existed in the first place.

[And Crowley shuts off his feed by knocking his NV off of his desk.]

empathetics

[The video feed flicks on, revealing a somewhat tense looking young man. He's blonde, with snowy pale skin and purplish shadows under his dark eyes. If you're a possessor of heightened eyesight, you may notice that his neck and jawline is heavily ravaged by crescent shaped scars, disappearing into the v of his shirt.

He's sitting in what appears to be some sort of holding cell.]

My name is Jasper Hale. [His voice is clipped, with the barest hint of a Southern accent to it.] And firstly... I'd like to apologize if I had harmed anyone at my arrival. I acted on instinct, and that clearly wasn't the correct choice.

[His tone is wry, perhaps even bitter. He's silent for a few moments.]

I hear vampires aren't quite a secret around here, and I just can't help but wonder how well that's working out for everyone.

((ooc: Okay. So at Jasper's initial arrival he was a bit of a sour grape and tried to attack some people. Long story short he got voided and is currently chilling in jail.))

madeinoblivion

Munny, Munny, Munny....

[Ooh. Someone sounds like he's in a foul temper, grumbling into the NV. A jangling of silver bells grows distant, and wind whips over the NV speaker. Joe's breathing heavily into it too, huffing as he heads home at a brisk walk.]

They say it makes this whole world go around. [And then he growls flatly, in self-pitying irritation] Well guess who's going absolutely nowhere.

They cut my worktime in half at the stadium, because some Hockey star's spoiled rotten kid on the Sector Six Saints wants to have his own job. So I'm training somebody to be my own replacement, and making half as much now! They said I could go back to hawking sodas in the stands, but they couldn't pay me tech wages for concessions. Well! What a thank-you!

[An acrid laugh turns into another bitter mumble.]

...I shouldn't have gotten fresh with my manager, but... I guess I'll ...just call him in the morning and say sorry. Sorry, I really can't afford to quit. Does anybody have any advice for that? Like should I have Xion bake a cake, or just come crawling back like a kicked dog?

(...at least I won't have so many presents to buy this year.)

Does anyone know any place that are hiring newcomers for decent pay? Someplace that's not on AGI or SERO's lists. Or...I don't know, some... holiday party coming up, they need a DJ for? I'm really running kinda low on my luck here.

[Another low, disgusted snort] Pretty soon we'll be taking food boxes from those creepy people at the Jenova church basement again.

pranksterheir

[John's voice sounds... shaky as he talks, which isn't really normal for him.]

Guys... [He lets out an unsteady laugh.] Guys, you will never guess what just... There was this guy, he said his name was Castiel, and he... I have no idea how he did it, this is crazy, I have to show you guys this. It's really him... It's really really him...

phazeandblood

( Cut for grey wall of text )

renaissance_ninja

[The normally well groomed Strider appears to be a little on the dirty side today, as he logs onto the network and broadcasts.

His hair is flawless (as always) but there is some dirt on his face and clothes, he seems to have just caught his breath too.]

Okay, so. Making this a public request to see if there is anyone who can lend a bro a hand. I'm looking for some scraps. Metal, wires, copper wiring, motherboards, anything from old useless computers would be great actually, it doesn't have to be in working order is just for a hobby of mine.

[Bending the truth a little there, but he's not up to no good or anything!]

Also, Vantas, if you're around I'd like you to get in touch with me, its about those loans we discussed.

[Text/Private Unhackable to Dave]
Hey bro, I know you're sorted as far as having a place to live goes, but I'd really like you to come scope a place out with me. Its an idea Vantas threw at me and I think its a good plan. I've spotted a building I could transform into something worthy of calling a home already, just need a hand with some details of the property.
Hit me up when you're free bro.