treehopping: (Shadowed)
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[The sound of a startled gasp, a flash of brown eyes under a thick mop of dark hair.

It's a small twelve-year old girl pushing herself up from the dirt of the diamond and looking around in obvious panic at the dugouts and the city beyond. As her gaze flies wildly around it comes to land on the NV and she visibly starts.

Then slowly she reaches for it -- something has obviously clued her in that the NV is meant for her.

A blur of motion, the vision of the city rushing past and the sound of her feet hitting the pavement as she sprints away, veering sharply from any passersby.

The feed ends.]



[[ooc: Replies will come an hour or two after the initial IC time of posting, Rue won't be examining and figuring out her NV until she's found somewhere to hide.]]
hejhej: (i am insane)
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[Sitting at her computer and stuffing McDonald's fries from a Happy Meal into her mouth, Lisbeth wears a faded black tank top. In addition to three earrings piercing her left lobe, her left nostril, nasal septum, eyebrow, and lip are pierced. A wasp tattoo is only visible when he turns her head to drink from her soda can. Her hair is jet black and cut like Helen Keller did the work herself. The only different thing about her appearance is the black mascara she applied around her eyes, giving her a raccoon effect. She finally addresses her audience.]

I'll give you a face, but no name, Siren's Port. You're gonna see alot of me soon enough.
themonarch: (I'm a fucking criminal -)
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So it's like one of those smart phone things? [tap, tap, tap. The screen flickers on, and a lanky redhead with abnormally long eyebrows peers down] Does the light mean it's on? Is it - oh, wait, no, yeah, I see the recording signal. Okay. Lemme just -

[he clears his throat.]

GREETINGS! [a flourishing arm sweep, and the camera zooms back enough to reveal most of his costume.] You find yourself in the presence of the mighty and decidedly dastardly The Monarch! Of course, as my kidnappers, you know this already, don't you? Don't deny it! I know where you have taken me prisoner and I know who you're working for! So drop any excuses you may wish to sputter forth, for they will fall on only the deafest of ears! ...As your minion has already discovered.

[he gestures to his right, where a familiar plucky psychic has been bound (with shoelaces). The Monarch cackles] You see? Do you see how your folly has led one of your herd astray into the hungry jaws of doom? [his wings pop open] HEED ME, O PORT OF SIRENS! You have one hour to return me - oh, right, and Dr. Mrs. The Monarch if you have her - to my rightful lair! Heed me, or prepare for my sting to penetrate deeply into your bowels! YOU HAVE ONE HOUR!

[he taps the screen, then looks over his shoulder at his captive.] ....What do you think? Too much? It's wicked hard holding this thing steady when it's on my wrist, so you know, take that into account. [he glances down] - Crap!

[Click]


((OOC: Double post with [personal profile] acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))
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[personal profile] doeswhathewants
[The NV feed shows Loki in profile, backlit by a bonfire in the middle of a street in Sector 3. Focus shifts in as an impromptu altar set before the bonfire, carved with runes and decorated with a slaughtered ram comes into view.

Vikings loiter around the fire with piles of suspiciously modern goods, hoisting drinking horns and distributing wares, singing traditional songs of praise for battles won and companions lost in heroic sacrifice- no flyting, not with Loki around to best them all. Behind the whole scene are a few storefronts with suspiciously smashed windows.

Loki turns to the NV and his grin is all even white teeth, predatory]


To whom it may concern, I've contained the Vikings.

[He raises his own drinking horn at them and calls out] Mein Skol, Dein Skol, Alle Vakkera Flikka Skol! [They raise their own horns and call a hearty response before drinking.

Loki throws back his head laughing and drinks from his own horn, eyes glowing the green of bale fires.]


I'd forgotten how fun mortals were.

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