sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: prue halliwell

[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.

charmedson

[When the video switches on it's obvious that the NV has fallen and turned on accidentally. The young man in frame, an attractive brown haired boy, is on the ground of his new apartment at the Towers, groaning in pain. It looks as if he's fallen and NV has slipped from his pocket.

After a moment, he stands and straightens his clothes.] Okay... Let's try that again. [He says to himself, working up resolve.

Suddenly, his disappears in a shower of blue circular orbs. A soft, musical chime sounds as he his body disappears into to the mass of bright white and blue. It shoots upwards, trying to get away. There's a moment where the NV's screen just shows the blue moving through the ceiling and away, as the light tries desperately to get as far as it can. There's nothing but the ceiling for a moment but then the light reaches the edge of the Pull and is forced back to the sight of the recording like a rubber band snapping. The young man materializes on the ground again, groaning in pain.]

Ouch. [He complains, but he forces himself to stand, no matter how dizzy he feels. He looks up at the ceiling and the space in the room, a frown on his face.] Dad? [He calls, as if he thinks his father is going to magically appear or to communicate with him across great distances. It's strange that this is actually exactly what he expects. Later, he'll marvel at how easy it was to settle into the idea of a father he could assume would come when needed.]

Dad? Can you hear me? I'm okay. I'm not... [He trails off, and looks down, just now noticing that the video is recording.

He picks up the NV. It takes him a couple seconds to realize it's posting this live on the network. Instead of hastily turning it off his eyes narrow a bit.]

So... What do you guys think of my special effects? Pretty impressive, if I do say so myself. [Probably not the best magical cover up ever used. But it will do. He's too stressed to worry about exposure right now.]

((ooc; this clip shows an example of the orbing power that Chris is broadcasting all over the network))

aslandish

[ Months have passed since he last addressed the network, and though he himself is well, there are things that trouble him. Today, there is no joyous song for the morning, but rather a solemn address. ]

The worlds are ever-changing. Conflicts arise when choices are made.

Without temperance, there is much to be lost and little to be gained.

Guard yourselves, and be mindful in all things.

[ooc: Permissions post is here! As always, anyone with the ability to sense who and what he is, feel free to do so! ]

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]

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.]

integrity

The citizens of this city, registered and unregistered, are somewhat pathetic.

[Hello, Siren's Port. Have your neighborhood friendly demon, sounding oddly serious and composed.]

We are brought here, against our will, by a mystical force that none of us can control or see. While we are trapped here, we are treated as second-class citizens, the proverbial Rosa Parks on the bus line that is the multiverse, and not weeks after a neighborhood friendly hunt on the newcomer population, individuals seem to have... shrugged it off. Moved along with their lives and their husbands and wives and paper routes and white picket fences.

[There is a slight creak as Crowley shifts in the chair he is sitting in. He pauses slightly, to collect his thoughts, before he continues. A good orator always knows when to draw the line and when to keep talking. He seems to be deciding where it is now.]

Whether or not this is just another display of humanity ignoring when terrible things occur in favor of the new bright and shiny politician on their doorstep is irrelevant. What is relevant is your amazing ability to ignore what is directly in front of you -- we are held in the hands of a group of individuals no more or less powerful than we are and yet we are the second-class. Even those registered as citizens, those with powers in government -- you can't tell me you are truly invited to the weekly bridge game of our Canadian cousins.

[And suddenly, his voice grows slightly harder.]

What will it take for all of you to realize that we are nothing more than cattle in a small pen being poked at with sticks? Would it be the brutal murder of someone you love or the relinquishment of supposed unalienable rights that you hold onto so tightly? What will it take for you to finally open your eyes and understand that you aren't free. Your tiny little slice of life is nothing more than an illusion fed to you by a series of corporations and egotistical human overlords who think themselves better than everyone else because they have a pretty picture stamped on an ID card. So come on -- be honest. What would you rather have -- eternal peace at the price of freedom or the knowledge that you did something potentially great regardless of the consequences?

[There is the clink of a glass -- and Crowley ceases talking. But the feed stays open.

It's a serious question. And a testing of the waters.

He wants to know how many dangerous people are truly in the Port.]

servingfather

[There's a dark-haired woman who may or may not be familiar to some sitting in Mary's living room. One archangel has been drafted Mary's ~~babysitter~~ bodyguard and Michael tends to hang around the Winchester mama as a woman. In "Mikaela's" lap is a thick book which she seems almost done with.]

The locals have gotten a little ansty lately to pull this latest stunt, honestly I'm not all that surprised. Humanity has been at odds with itself for a long time. It's a bit...sad to see.

[She closes the book and puts it onto a nearby coffee table.]

To all of the new arrivals, welcome to Canada. Best get inside before the sirens go off.

[Private to the victims of the Newcomer Hunt]

I'm a friend of Mary's and I'd like to offer my services in your time of need. My powers allow me to take away the pain without removing the damage for any who might want to go to the police and have evidence to show for it. I can also heal any injury to appear like it never happened, which is an offer that will remain open indefinitely. You can request for me to heal you of your injuries at any time you wish and you can also request to what extent you want done.