sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: raphael

[ It's only after she's had enough time to fully process what has happened that she addresses the network, sitting calmly in the middle of the field. There are several things that she now knows for certain.

She knows that she definitely isn't in Heaven any more, the most comforting knowledge of all. Somehow, something has managed to assist her in an escape. She also knows that there are family members here, and that's far more concerning. Lastly, she knows that whatever has happened here, she needs to get inside before dark ~~see someone read the signs~~ or all Hell breaks loose.

Still, as ominous as that situation is it's not enough for her to drop her guard, so she avoids any videos for now. It's not that she doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here, she just...doesn't trust the idea of other angels being here. ]

If there's anyone listening to this, some help would go a long way. [ This feels stupid. Still, she presses on all the same, letting out a soft exhale of breath before continuing. ] I've woken up in a baseball field and there are warnings about staying inside during the dark. If anyone could just...direct me to the nearest place where I can keep away from this 'darkness', it would be appreciated.

And...that's all, thanks.

treehopping

[Rue hesitates to start, but her voice is actually quite steady and strong. She needs to be strong, not just for herself but for Katniss and Prim.]

To anyone who was friends with Peeta Mellark, he went home a few days ago.

Please think kindly of him while he's gone, even if you only knew his baking.

ella_of_frell

[ The network flips on, with Ella quietly strolling down the stairs. Everything that had belonged to Hattie has finally been put into boxes, ready to be shipped to her evil stepsister whenever she wanted them. Ella is torn on that, but whatever. ]

When I came back to this place I never thought I would be able to get my house back. I have you to thank for that, Meg, so you can consider my door always open to you if you need it. Furthermor- Kyra what are you doing?

[ The NV is set down on a table as Ella enters a living room to find her wolf investigating a set of loose floorboards. Curiosity gets the better of Ella, and in minutes she's pulled said floorboards up, dragging out a small chest with words written in another language. When she opens it, what the NV can see is money. A lot of money,
neatly tucked in tight rolls. ]

I had a stash?

[ And suddenly hearing a noise, Ella jumped, looking over her shoulder. ]

Eponine? Is that you? - is something wrong?

Aye, Madame! It is me - only - would you mind taking the potatoes off the stove? They will boil over and.... and I'm... indisposed.

[ A lame lie, but hopefully Ella will fall for it. Eponine is, of course, NOT on the toilet. No, she's at the top of the stairs, just out of Ella's sight. She had been on her way down to finish the dinner when she had heard Ella talking, and had stopped to listen. A STASH? Of MONEY?

Eponine licks her lips. That money would help her a lot. A lot a lot. And... and maybe she could help Hattie a little? Only, Ella would never give her money. Or give it to Hattie. Had she not thrown Hattie out? So Eponine made up her mind. She yelled and as soon as Ella was safely in the kitchen, Eponine scuttled down the stairs to the chest. That's the most money she's ever seen, and in her sheer excitement, she doesn't even notice Ella's NV still rolling.
She starts to grab the rolls, shoving them into the pocket of her skirt. Unfortunately when Eponine does grab the bills, the sleek, large wolf moves - having been curled up on the other side of the room, watching Eponine neutrally.

A blur of fur, a savage snarl, and Eponine screams, dropping the roll of money she currently clutched as the wolf is on the girl, attacking her arm to make her drop the money. Eponine fights back, hitting out at the wolf to make it let go of her, and trying to wriggle out from under it. But the animal is heavy and determined not to let the young thief go. ]
In a panic - she can feel blood dripping from her arm, Eponine shrieks. ]

ELLA!!! ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLA! HELP ME!

[ She screams again, and tries to shove the wolf off her, exciting the animal, which pushes Eponine back against the box as she struggles, knocking the NV so the screen goes blank. ]

[ OOC:Purple is Eponine, Blue is Ella! ]

charmedson

I know I should probably be learning an important life lesson after being stripped of my powers for a day...

How's this?

Being normal sucks.

ofthursday

[When the NV turns on, it's clearly by accident; or, at the least, not intended to be on quite yet. It's aimed incorrectly as he presses buttons on it, giving glimpse of his shoulder and then the ceiling and then a blue eye, enough for people who have spoken to or encountered him to recognize who he is. Then he finally gets the filter in place.]

( [Filtered to safe list*] )

[*The list includes Mary Winchester, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Gabriel, Meg, Jo Harvelle, Jinx, Christina Nickson, and Syrena.]

matri

[The voice is unrecognizable. Or at least it would be, beyond to a few select people. Soft, serene, young. And yet so full of conviction, in that tender way, that maybe it isn't just the voice of a young woman.]

What does fair mean to you? Equality... Equally spent love, cherishment for every child? Who would rather be abandoned by their only parent, than to have them waiting there with open arms for all eternity? Doesn't seem like a hard question. [Every word that dripped from her lips sounded more like a threat than any sort of query.]

Is it wrong to protect that which you love? That you brought into this world in whatever form... How could you not love them, even in the after life.

Hello, Siren's Port.

servingfather

[Michael is standing in what appears to be a dimly lit park. To some it might not mean much but this space had been his home before and honestly while the location and belongings weren't important, the beings who had occupied it were. He makes his way out of the open expanse where lion cubs once dwelt.]

Gone for five minutes and look at the trouble you all have gotten into while I was away. Well, I suppose it has been a bit longer for all of you but honestly what did you do? Put a giant sign over your heads that asked for a bit of mayhem?

[There's a pause as he enters an elevator, pushing the button for the top floor even though he could just appear in his old apartment. Michael smiles but it's fake -- granted a good job of a fake smile but there's just no twinkle in his eye.]

I guess this is the part where I announce I've returned but I'm fairly sure a few of you knew that already. Now, who wants to fill me in on what I've missed?

paterelohim

Hi, everybody.

[Sup. Your NVs now have a horrible rotting zombie on them, except about a thousand times more gruesome than those pictures- seriously Walking Dead, with flesh rotting off, part of his cheekbone showing, and a maggot working its way out of his forehead.

Chuck smiles and keeps talking, as if half his jaw isn't gaping open.]

Chuck Shurley here, new manager of Purgatory. I'm here to announce a party on Halloween, at the club. It'll be pretty awesome. Gabriel's redoing the whole inside to make it fit the theme, and it's amazing. We're bringing in musical entertainment from our world - I mean, it'll be an angel thing, but you'll still get to have the full fake NSYNC experience, or whatever.

[He idly tugs on his beard and his thumb pulls through zombie flesh. He doesn't seem to notice.]

Plus, there's transport home provided after dark, if you suck and don't want to take advantage of two-for-one drinks. [Grin. The smile ~~disturbingly~~ reaches his colorless, dead-looking eyes.] Anyone who stays until morning sirens can get a complimentary hangover cure on their way out.

I better see you all there, okay? Happy Halloween!

(OOC: I live in the path of Hurricane Sandy and our neighborhood transformer is a delicate hypochondriac snowflake, so I might wind up slowtagging this for... a few days. Oops. I'll do my best, ilu all.)

charmedson

I know there are people here who can heal others using their abilities.

I was wondering if I could get some help learning how to do the same? Being my father's son should mean that I have the capability to do that but for some reason I haven't been able to figure it out.

I know that the way that you heal will probably be pretty different than what my dad can do, but if you have any pointers? He wrote something that I was able to find thanks to my aunt but it's not unlocking my potential.

If it helps, the healing power I'm talking about is probably similar to something angelic. Does anyone have any experiences that could help?

wordaday

[On camera is a shaken, upset blond woman. She looks as if she’s just got out of the shower, and scrubbed to hell and back. She’s trying desperately to keep the camera above her shoulders, though her bra straps show from time to time.]

Hi. Ah…I’m Sookie. They told me down at the field that this is Canada?

[For a moment, her eyes dart nervously to something off screen, and she swallows.]

I know this is gonna be a huge favor, but I really need some clothes. Just a shirt and pants. I’m sorta...up a creek right now. I’ll pay you right back the second I can, I promise.

[She straightens up a little in her seat, trying to not look so pitiful. She’s moderately successful.]

I’d really appreciate it.

integrity

[Crowley is settled into his office, looking almost oddly serious as he reclines in his leather chair. The NV is floating just enough to give a nice few of the top of his mahogany desk, which is relatively neat and tidy, save for a rolled scroll of parchment that is draping off of his desk. The portion available to be seen through the NV is blank -- so no secrets of the contracts for you, Siren's Port. Just that Crowley is working on something and, for whatever reason, has not made much progress.

Even the King of Hell gets writer's block sometimes.]

I have a few matters of business to attend to, so I apologize for the dreary conversation pieces. I promise I'm usually much more entertaining.

[He rolls his eyes off-camera, glancing at something or other.]

I require able-bodied individuals to travel during the Darkness for a reasonable rate of pay. I don't care who you are or what you support -- but I prefer neutral allies to those contracted to SERO or AGI. In addition, I require a talented contractor that specializes in Darkness proofing. If you're interested and wish to know more about the services I require, contact me privately. I am also in the pursuit of ancient texts, imported. What they cost is meaningless -- I want them for my collection. I'm running out of reading material.

[And here, Crowley pauses, before he levels his focus at the NV again.]

And Raphael, darling, I know you're here. Let's stop wasting time and get down to business, shall we?

[He cuts the feed.]

( [Filtered to Jesse Turner // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Meg // Private // Unhackable] )

( [Filtered to Lucifer // Private // Unhackable] )

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))

cadaverdaddy

I have written the same identification tags for the same guests four times now. ^hehehe We have become so very acquainted with one another, I greet them every day it seems when we meet each other again in the hospital morgue.

Though it is curious. To die every day, to wake up and know what their day holds; would it be possible for someone to do something, either for themselves or for another, to alter the flow of events~? _hahahaha What do you think- what would you do?

Two more survived today than in days past. I wonder what is to become of them.

Let us see what tomorrow brings, shall we? ^heeeeeeeeee It is quite exciting.

saintofstoic

[In between her day job at the book store and her evening job at the theatre, Joan is taking a break at one of the coffee shops in Sector 4. She's bundled into a plain, gray coat that looks to have seen a little wear and use but it standing up quite nicely. Her hair is a touch longer now than in previous months, though she's got it clipped by today too.

Her NV is laying on the table in front of her. One can see the steam rising from her little styrofoam cup off to one side as she speaks.]

For the past three days, the same woman has passed by this coffee shop. She then turns around--

[Here she pauses a moment, obviously watching out a window.]

-- Comes in, buys a drink and leaves. Every day in the same jacket.

[She watches casually as a woman passes behind Joan in her chair, dressed in the ugliest jacket ever.
Joan watches her leave with a calm expression, then turns back to the NV as she reaches for her cup off to one side.]

Would it do any good if I told her about her jacket tomorrow?

[A sip and her expression changes to a crestfallen one.]

And do you believe I could get a different type of coffee as well?

faking

Ugh, I've been laid up.

[Alois is reclining on a plush couch, which seems to make his statement more dramatic. His top half is visible, and he's dressed in a cream nightgown - lacy collar, buttons down the front - and a lavender dressing gown. He clearly isn't dead or dying and he clearly is rather well off, for someone whose tone implies that his world is slowly collapsing in on itself. (The room as seen behind him is lavish, a rich person's house. Why the hell is he even bitching?)

Well.]

This is only the first day of it and I can't even deal with that much. It's supposed to be a while before I can be about. I fear I shall waste away after days and days of nothing but rest and relaxation...

[No, seriously, he needs to check his priorities, doesn't he?]

And not even due to illness! [He's becoming animated now, a little, waving one hand. Waste away? Fat chance.] No, since this morning I've got a bum leg. Seriously. It's completely useless for anything now. And I've gotten something else useless...

[Adjusting the camera, he turns the view to a little coffee table, and atop that table is a pair of boots standing upright. They're light brown, cream-colored laces up the front, and they look like they go to mid-calf whereabouts. They're very nice boots and very unremarkable, and it's not really clear why they should be useless.

Aside from the fact that their heels are flat.]

I can't wear these at all, not even when I get better. Piece of shit. Anyway, I've got loads of others, supposed to be - safer - I won't wear any of them, though. I'm up for giving them away, if somebody wants them. They're a size nine. Claim them if you like.

[Shift, shift. He sits upright, suddenly.] Oh, but I've missed you all, tons! Well, some of you, at least. Before I was breaking legs, I was doing business, or trying to, or trying to learn, but Ciel isn't a very great teacher, don't tell him I said that. [His smile says he knows Ciel will hear of it anyway.] Funtom didn't do very well during that storm, of course, but things should be fine, now. Hey, how about this? If you get a pair of my boots, you ought to go on and see the store, too. It's a good deal, right? Right?