sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: re-l mayer

[The room is fairly dark, though one can still see the outlines of piles upon piles of battered books. And there is Ergo Proxy, holding a claw to his mask, as if to take it off... But he doesn't.]

For those of you who knew him, Proxy One is no longer in Siren's Port.

[The mask, and the even tone of his rumbling voice make it hard to tell what, if anything, the proxy thinks about this.]

I wonder. We Newcomers are torn from our own lives and our own duties and transplanted into this city. While we're here our lives are on hold and our purposes go unfulfilled. No time might be passing back home, but time still passes for us.

What do you do when you cannot fulfill your purpose?

shifting

[shaky video at first. Sam's voice seems in the background for a moment, but it's quickly choked off with dry-heaving. The video tilts down sharply from a plaid-covered chest to bare feet, and soon after a pile of clothes. A dog lies down on them a moment later, curled up and whining softly.

The feed runs out.]

((open to anyone who wants to drop in - Sam finally caught the oubreak))

bigandbad

[you've always wanted to talk with an aggravated, stressed out, lonely wolf, right? Right. In any case, the cattle Bigby gulped down last night seem to have settled enough for a post, and he has the good sense not to use his video while he's lounging half-clothed in his crappy apartment, surrounded by empty food containers and equally empty cigarette packs. His whiskey and scotch bottles are clean as a whistle. The only full things in the wolf's room are his ashtrays.

But this is voice, so you don't have to worry about that.]

Snow is gone. Wolf's case still isn't cleared yet. I need to move out of this rat hole.

There's your report for the week. Have a great fucking night.

typhlopid

[A voice that is usually calm and refined seems to be struggling to remain so this morning.]

...My sister, Clover, has disappeared. You might know her as that pink-haired girl.

It is not a prank. She would not do that to me. Messages sent to her NV promptly bounce. [He also can't sense her presence, far more disturbing overall. And knowing what she must be going home to--]

If I find someone has taken her, if something has happened, there will be no end of hell for those responsible. [It is a coldness, a preciseness that can only be managed by true loathing: Clover has been stolen from him before, and anyone who dares to do it again will pay.]

( PRIVATE to Re-l Mayer || minimum security )

makethemguilty

( Filter to SPPD and Incidentally Lawyercast. )

( Filter to Corporal Mayer; Private )

Current Location: Prosecutor's Office

doctor_seward

[The screen pans slowly; A dusty wine cellar lies ahead, dark and sinister with its many shelved bottles but for the lantern which illuminates his face.

He stares blankly, desolate into the corner. His eyes seem oddly hollow but for the way his hands wring together, worriedly. He picks up one object, and horrified, moves to the next, seeing yet unseeing whatever lies before him.]

No, no…It cannot possibly be…T-that's…

[He mumbles unto himself much in the manner of a man possessed, sweat laden upon his brow. Given the clarity of the feed you might be able to deduce as much, if but for the silhouettes which move unseen in the background.]

Altogether, I find it a troubling matter...But they'll not indulge me! Do you think we are but a flicker in this reality of shadows? It shouldn't be, and yet I think, but for the life of me, this place has changed me. It has transformed me into a wretch.

I-I would explain, but how does one explain evolutionary theory to the madman or to the beggar? Can he be thought to grasp such things when his primary concerns point to survival? Back home, a man named Charles Darwin thought that the genes were responsible, that over time a species develops certain traits handed down from their common ancestors. He stipulated that each living creature must compete within its own limitations to survive, and that over time those traits which assist in survival and are better suited in dealing with the dangers of the world, begin to dominate the bloodline while the ones that were less beneficial were lost. Is it so that in order to survive here, within this place, we must not only assimilate, but our genetic makeups must transform as well lest we die or fall prey to some unkind thing?

( Struggles of evolutionary consequence )
[Once he finds time to settle down he'll pick up one of the bottles and toy with it idly in his hands.]

Suffice to say that I would never have thought I would be subject to nature, rather than God's whims. But, I've been proven wrong. I scarcely know how I might control a latent ability come miraculously manifest. How does one learn how to do such things? Please, advise me.

( Filtered to Stoker Household )

enigmaestro

[There's an idleness in his tone, something hinging between cruel amusement and an even more subtle, repressed frustration.]

The reverse of sun, spoken in stutter.

Too literal?

How about this: take it from another and you'll be the poorer for it.

Any takers? I imagine not, I'm always my own greatest company when it comes to these things. Loss, of course. Loss. We've all suffered it -- some more than others naturally, and how lucky for them. But especially here, especially in this world, loss seems more profound wouldn't you say? Especially where people are concerned. And yes, I am anticipating most would consider that their greatest loss. People.

demon_gent

[A video blips on, a blue sheen covering it as if the grand figure staring intently at the viewer is submerged in water. His eyes are a wide, almost luminescent green, staring, staring with such an intensity it’s almost uncomfortable to watch.

Before one can think to turn the feed off out of creeping fear, the man’s face splits into a mirthful grin. His voice sounding with absolute boyish glee.]

Well, hell-o, hell-o, folks! Brill weather we’re having here, aren’t we?

A little birdie told me this was Canada, shame that. You all must be tucked away in your little igloos, why I bet you've never even been swimming before!

But before I go and offer up any lessons, I need to get my little niche going. So who’s going to tell me a little bit about themselves? I’m Damon Gant, of course, hailing all the wayward down in Los Angeles. A sunny, bright and cheerful place, oh you would probably hate it!

[It's dreadfully drizzly this Sunday morning. He surmises the citizens probably eat and breathe this weather. It seems, however, strangely appropriate that he were to arrive the day after St. Patty's Day, he was after all, the product of most men's hangovers.]

Now, now, step right up, don’t be shy, I promise not to nip. Not even a little bit!

((ooc: I have an OPEN LOG here http://sirenspull-logs.dreamwidth.org/65400.html if you prefer to encounter him on the streets/on the train. ))

Current Music: Léon Boëllmann - Toccata from Suite Gothique

soldierfirst

[A short, simple post pings the Network about an hour before evening sirens.]

It seems that this world is eager to claim a holiday or celebration for every little thing. Is there then one for remembrance of those lost? It is a strange question, I know, but it is sometimes more expedient to simply ask. |

[For anyone who might be out and about this evening, Sephiroth is wandering among the markers at the Newcomer Memorial, giving most of them at least a casual regard but spending the bulk of his time at one or two in particular.]

gabriel_gray

[ A couple of hours after Claire's post and the consequent explosion, and some time still after he stops winding up other people for fun... ]

Hello Siren's Port.

So here's a question for you. How do you stop an exploding man? Lead is a wonderful answer, but where do you find a lead-lined room in an emergency? The truth is that most people don't stand a chance. Not that I expect anything much from any of you, but a little thank you would be nice; after all, I just saved all of your lives. And yes, I used a stolen ability to do it.

In any case, I thought it only fair to tell you that Peter Petrelli will be just fine, once he gets over his usual survivor's guilt.

[ There's a significant pause, a clink of metal on porcelain, and a little sound of pleasure. ]

Mm. There's nothing quite like a nuclear explosion to give you a thirst for life, is there? You're welcome.

ace_of_knaves

[It's mid-afternoon and the Joker is curled over his NV. He looks as though he hasn't slept the last couple nights and his eyes are dark with dementia. Joker, who normally cackles his way through the worst of times, looks rattled.]

So I see the Network is once again humming with the voices of the Johnny-come-latelies.

[He jabs a finger towards the camera]

Welcome to the Port, sports. In Canada. Happiest place on earth!

Around here we enjoy harassment from the natives, human trafficking, and human experimentation. Or non-human.

[He sneers a bit, his voice humorless]

Whatever.

Oh, and there's a creepy gizmo under the city that doesn't want you to leave so dig in your heels for our neverending urban hootnanny.

[He rises a bit as if he's about to leave, then thinks again.]

One more thing, don't come looking for the dashing clown on the streets. I'm not gonna tell you where the nearest doughnut shop is, so just stay outta my way or I'll have to hurt you.

[A pause]

Second thought, if you see me, stick around enough for me to hurt you a little. Daddy needs to vent.

cheerhealer

Sylar has his collar off. If you see him on the streets, run. Fighting against him is useless unless you can cut his head off.

He can regenerate now. [ Blood is smeared on her face and on the little Pomeranian in her arms, mixed in with dried tears. She shuts the feed off immediately after that little PSA. ]

( private to peter ; extremely difficult to hack )

( private to loki ; moderately difficult to hack )

[ OOC: replies to the public post will likely come after a few hours ICly. ]

rapturescreed

[When the feed turns on, Raul is sitting at his office at the Newcomer Community Center, seeing as he trashed his office at Lion's Gate, and it's being rebuilt now.]

First of all, I'd like to welcome all of our recent arrivals to the city of Siren's Port. My name is Raul Creed, and I am the head of the Newcomer Political Party, as well as General Manager of Lion's Gate, here in the city. I realize and understand that this is a tough transitional period for everyone, but I hope that you all know that, no matter what, the NPP is here to help out in any way we can. If you are looking for a job, Lion's Gate is always hiring. We're looking for kitchen, security, wait staff, and bartenders. If you would like to work nights, then please, let me know. The Community Center is also here to help Newcomers out.

[He leans forward a little, hands folded on the desk.]

And speaking of the Community Center, that is the large building a block away from the baseball diamond. The Newcomer Clinic is also at the Community Center, so if you are in need of medical attention, and would prefer not to go to SP General or Skye Medical Center, there is that. All emergencies should go to either hospital, though.

I would also like to let everyone know that the Community Center will be holding a variety of lessons on different subject matters. Re-l Mayer is running those, so it is safe to say that they will be up and running by the end of the month. If anyone wishes to teach a class or two, contact her for details.

[He pauses now, leaning forward and picking up the NV. Walking to the window, he holds it in front of him, showing the city streets spread out from the center's window.]

In more important news, the governor has finally allowed a Newcomer Office to be made within the current system of government. This is a great step forward towards Newcomer rights, and I do wish to aware everyone that our status in the city will hopefully be rising in the future. The governor is letting us have elections to decide who we should put in this Newcomer Office, so be on the look out for possible candidates. For elections, if you wish to vote, you need to become a citizen.

Which is where the Community Center comes in, again. A few months back, we held citizen tests for any Newcomer who wished to become a citizen of this city. The NPP will be holding these tests again, and anyone who would like to become a citizen of the port will be allowed to take the tests, no matter the age or length of time spent in the city. The citizen tests will be on March 21st, and on March 20th we'll be holding a class for anyone wanting to take the tests. I want to stress that becoming a citizen of the port does not mean you are giving up your citizenship of your home country or world. Citizenship here means more benefits for everyone, as well as being counted as a full member of this city. It makes it much harder for the companies to kidnap someone and get away with it, if the person is a citizen.

Back home, citizenship was the highest honor given to an immigrant. I hope that everyone here will take advantage of this opportunity, as we're not sure when it'll come again.

( Filtered to the NPP head committee; Re-l Mayer, Daedalus Yumeno, Diego Armando, Byakuya Kuchiki, Bruce Wayne, Franziska von Karma, and Yako Katsuragi. Michael Xavier has been taken off the filter. )

( Filtered to Franz d'Epinay )

( Filtered to Doctor Michael Xavier and Jubilee )

cuatra

[Like so many other arrivals to the port, Ulquiorra's return is herald by clear signs to those well attuned to spiritual energy and signatures. The most notable of which can be felt in the sky above and the air outside the field of voids on guard around the dug out. It would have started faint at first, like a ghost touching skin and easily pushed aside for more important thoughts. Then would come the inexplicable heaviness that begins to push down against the air, a pressure which only grows stronger up until it vanishes completely.

The familiar location causes him to stand as quickly as his senses will allow, not wishing to be bothered with the tedious formalities of the being welcomed to a world and situation he already knows. When he does stop it is only because Ulquiorra can feel several familiar pulses of spiritual energy, at least one of which is already moving in his direction.

Tapping the small silver bracelet on his wrist as if no time had passed at all, he takes enough time to note the date, time, and most recent current events. When he is finished the video feed clicks on to reveal nothing but white. The recording stays much the same until a black lips and tear streaked cheeks come into view and pull away as Ulquiorra holds his wrist at the proper angle needed to record.]

Until I have time to properly investigate what has occurred in my absence, I will need to be updated on any important events that may have occurred since July of 2011. Those of which involve any of the Espada present in Siren's Port take priority.

terminates

[ Good day, Siren's Port. It's your resident jerkfais assassin and bounty hunting coordinator coming at you today with a PSA about the business. He's dressed for the occasion, masked and armored for the world to see, sitting quite professionally behind his desk.

His tone is deadpan as always. ]

For those of you who haven't already registered as a bounty hunter, the time to do it is now.

For those of you who are new to the Port, if you'd like to register as a bounty hunter, we're located in Sector Four at Mugshots bar.

[ He tilts his head at the camera. ]

My name is Deathstroke. If you have any questions, I'm the one to ask.

Try to keep it short.

[ With that said, he cuts the feed. ]

[ ooc: For information on bounty hunting, check out the info page here! To accept a bounty, put one on someone's head, or register as a bounty hunter, check out Deathstroke's IC contact page here! ]

theosen

[ The feed opens, a sliver of broken light filtering down into a narrow alley, largely left in shadow. The resin of darkness is thick in the night air, almost pulsing with malignancy as sounds of the already dead break the stillness with distant shrieks.

And yet it does not phase him, a faint outline of red molded against the dark. Two pinpricks of light shine, but coldly from where he sits, leaning against crumbling brick wall, his features largely obscured. ]

The truth.

[ The voice is soft but clear, a coarse resonance like age-old gravel. ]

Ever since the world began, it has been a thing greatly sought after. For ages long, men have questioned, seeking with all diligence the hows and whys of creation. They have traveled far, leaving all else behind, for the answers they so ardently desire. Desperate to know, desperate to see, they've torn themselves and their worlds apart, sought counsel from the very gods, and still come away dissatisfied.

[ He turns his head, a piercing weight to that eerie stare. ]

Tell me, Siren's Port. What is your truth?

graceful_cutter

I am frightened. I do not want to lose my father.

shifting

All right. We're havin' an event at Merlotte's. It's been too damn long and I've missed the big ones, so I'm decidin' right now that one's happening. ....Wednesday. There, it's decided. M'callin' it "Take Back The Night". There'll be live music and drink specials and all sorts of good times. Just for fun, it'll be a semi-formal theme.

We're also still hirin' for a number of positions, and I'm in need of an assistant manager in a pretty bad way. Come on in for an interview any day this week between 2 an' 4.

[reaching over to shut off the monitor. Stops. Squints.]

...And I'd just like to say to certain unnamed parties that I taste just fine, so fuck you.

[click]

manofthenorth

[ Eric appears, looking quite calm, though there's a rage behind his eyes that anyone watching carefully might see. He stands beside a window, looking out, and only the light from his desk table illuminates both him and the room. Heavy club music is heard in the background. This is his office, but it's utilitarian rather than gothic, in all but the huge throne like chair visible at the edge of the screen. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port. My name is Eric Northman.

Some of you who have spoken to me before know me as the manager of the Afterglow club Fangtasia. Most of you will know that I am a vampire, regardless of whether we've spoken before.

You would imagine, perhaps, that this would be a fact I would try to conceal, particularly considering recent circumstances, but the time for such secrets is past. Vampires in my world were recognised, and given the same rights as humans. I obey the law, and I pay my taxes, just like everyone else.

I am not here to change your minds about my kind, I doubt I can, but I am here to tell you how to defend yourself none the less, in some small hope that it might save some lives, and redeem us in some way. Defend yourself, not kill us. You have no more right to do that than I have to kill any one of you.

[ Eric steps toward the desk, and picks up a silver chain from just in front of the NV. He raises it a little higher, so that the light glints against it, and so it can be seen. It burns his skin violently where it touches him, a hissing steam, leaving red welts behind where he trickles it across his fingers. ]

Silver. A vampire, at least a vampire from my world, can be paralysed with silver, or at least driven off. Wear it close about your neck, or around your wrists.

[ He doesn't mention that vampires like himself or Godric would be difficult to beat with silver alone. Too old, too fast. It'd have to be a lot of silver. A lot. He dropped the chain without a word more, working his painful fingers. All that matters is the illusion of being a helpful member of society. ]

Better still, stay at home. A vampire cannot enter without invitation.

gaveherwings

Hello. Fellow newcomers? I'm in need of some practical advice-

[A breath. This is less the tone of a confident doctor, and more like a young man teetering on the brink of anxiety, but holding his voice together at a steady calm.]

What are the appropriate channels, besides calling it in to law enforcement, to best go about securing yourself from identity theft? I've...never had to recover from losing anything like this before, and I'm uncertain what steps I should take from here-

I seem to have somehow misplaced something very important: Photo IDs, keys, my debit, a portable storage drive, and a panicalarm device which- its GPS is apparently disabled. (So much for that being anything of use)

I've been retracing my steps for almost two hours now, and I just can't figure out quite how, or when- [Uncertainty clouds his tone for a moment, as he mutters mostly to himself](It's odd I could even get so far without realizing it was missing- my lanyard is something I feel rather... naked without.)

So If anyone's had any experience dealing with this before, in the contemporary system- I'm at an honest loss here, asking the network. Normally it's something entourage simply wouldn't allow to happen, but.... What would you do?

And how would you go about even beginning to locate something potentially stolen, in a city this large and under poor surveillance, which can't easily be replaced?