sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sephiroth

[When the feed starts, the shot seems to be looking up at a dressing counter. There's someone seated there, dressed in a fine suit. He seems to be concentrating on the mirror, his fingers gripping the edge of the table-- tense.

He is silent for a moment, before he speaks-- a harsh stage whisper. Those who know him can tell this is Genesis Rhapsodos.]

Why are you both here? Why are you looking at me that way? Didn't... shouldn't you be angry?

[He takes a deep breath, letting go of the table. His arms go limp at his sides in defeat. His voice loses its tension and returns to a normal tone.]

... why...?

[It sounds as if he's holding back tears, trying his hardest not to cry.]

I don't deserve the way you look at me. What I did was horrible. Unforgivable. Mother... father...

Please.

[At this, the man puts his arms on the top of the table and presses his face against them, as if hiding from the mirror. He doesn't seem to want to run away from it, but it's obvious that he can't stand what he had seen.]

((ooc: Mun will be out of town for three days. So expect sloooooowness :C ))

excellentviolet

[In the wake of the new plans by SERO, Lee has been working double-time to decide whether to become subservient to the company, or to finally break off like he had planned to for a while. But certain things have been making the decision a difficult one to make. So, he makes this text post locked to all the Newcomers on the port.]

I am looking for the services of a corporate lawyer.

[Locked to all current employees of Violet Systems.]

Team,

While it has been my plan for the long run, it seems that given the recent circumstances, we may need to change gears prematurely. If conditions are favorable, Violet Systems will become a wholly-neutral company. If so, we will have to go through a rough patch in our operations for a while. I cannot assure that I can continue to grant you the things I had promised when I hired you, but I hope you will understand when I tell you that I do this for our values as a newcomer-run company.

If you wish to leave, please let me know. If you would wish to stay with us, I would appreciate that greatly.

$ex_stakes70: { with } willow. (pic#2767836)$

ex_stakes70

[ The first thing anyone’s going to see is a rather simple and empty looking kitchen with only half-decent lighting. The appliances and bare countertops are about all that’s visible from this angle, though it’s clear the blinds to the small half-window above the sink aren’t opened as the sill is right there in plain sight. There are footsteps and rustling sounds heard in the background, and then a couple of female voices are heard growing nearer with each scuffle of steps. ]

I think we can put this -- over in this corner!

[ The first voice sounds a little bit strained at points, where there’s turning and hoisting involved at the same time. It’s not until then that a flash of red, then a flash of blonde, are visible for a second as two female figures set a box down on the counter opposite where the NV is positioned. ]

Whatcha think?

I’m okay to put it there. Definitely.

[The second voice is noticeably less strained. Though there is a tiny bit of panting. There’s a kerfuffle as the sound of tables and chairs echoes a little in the empty kitchen.]

Table here?

[There’s the sound of table and chairs moving again. Though the women don’t appear to have moved at all.]

Or here?

( cut for length blah blah blah tealdeers live here! )

(( ooc; BLUE is Buffy! ORANGE is Willow!

Tagging in can happen and replies will come from both Buffy and Willow, probably separately! It may be ‘later’ when replies come in an IC-timeframe because of their moving-in-ness, as well. ))

manicpixiedreamgirl

[Alice is back again, looking a bit frazzled but just as fabulous as she did before. She's apparently using a tape measure as a neclace, and a marking pen is tucked absently behind her ear. The only real markers of stress are the deep purple shadows under her unusually dark eyes.

Behind her, several half finished wedding dresses sit pinned to dressforms. There's a table piled high with bolts of lace, tulle, and silk.]

I know this isn't exactly the right way to go about this , but this is a little short notice. I'm looking for an assistant to help me in my studio. It's mostly just going to be errand running, cutting, and sewing.

You need to be very skilled in sewing, obviously, and previous experience in clothing design is a big plus. If you're interested, please call me within the nex few days. We can talk payment then.

rapturescreed

[It’s been a long month, and Raul understands that. It’s all been tiring, and with everyone sick, not a lot of work has been able to get done. He’s been working around the clock, just as much as the doctors; perhaps not on the same thing, but in the end, work was work. He’s tired, but so long as everyone else is doing their part, he will do theirs.]

I almost forgot the anniversary of my arrival here. It’s been two years since I last saw my home, but in that time, I’ve come to consider Siren’s Port my true home. It’s a place that, while acknowledging its problems, does open its arms to everyone who arrives. I’m not talking about what the original citizens of the port say, nor what they do. But this city takes us in. It provides shelter even in the darkest of times. It gives us abilities, even when it doesn’t have to; in fact, this place could have taken away several abilities from Newcomers, and instead, they have enhanced them. This is a home to so many of us, and for some, it is our only true home, now.

So when something like this outbreak decimates, not only the Newcomer population, but the port’s population as well, there is a time for sadness. There is a time for grief. Everyone has faced tremendous adversity during this past month, whether it was from the disease itself, or from those who would have sooner let Newcomers die then help their fellow man. There is a cure out there, and we are not allowed to touch it until everyone else has gotten it. Even with this terrible news, I know something that the rest of the population doesn’t; I know that we can survive. I know that we as Newcomers will survive this, and find the will to live past what many hope will be our expiration date.

And that is cause for celebration. We are all alive, and we’re slowly on our way to recovery. This past month took us all into the darkest part of our souls, showing us what we fear, and what we thought we would never be able to move past. But we did. We did. And out of all this darkness, there needs to be a beacon of light. Something for people to look forward to.

[Gives the barest of smiles.]

And that’s what the Newcomer Political Party wants to give. A celebration, that we are all still here. I’m pleased to announce the first annual NPP Block Party. For those who don’t know what a block party is, I understand that feeling. I had no idea what it was until I looked it up, myself. But a block party is much like a carnival, or a fair; they close off a block or two, and set up stalls, stages, and games, for everyone to wander around at, and have fun. The simplest explanation is: We’re throwing a party. A big party. A party that everyone can come to, not just Newcomers.

This event will be taking place on June 7th, and going on till June 10th, and will be in the block that the Newcomer Community Center is at. Since we do have to be attentive of the Darkness, this party will start at 11 am, and go till two hours before sirens; that should give plenty of time for everyone to take down their stall, and put it all into storage at the community center, before the darkness comes. This is also why we’re holding it for four days; we want everyone to come and have fun, especially on days that they are free.

But, we need help. This won’t be able to take place unless we have people willing to help out. If you wish to help, know that you won’t be working every day of the block party; like I said before, we want everyone to come and have fun. But we’re looking for people willing to help set up, to run games, to provide entertainment on our stage, to give food, to help promote the block party, and to help organize it. The NPP is also offering a deal; if you or your business want, you can rent out a stall or two from us. With your stall, you can promote your business. You can hand out fliers, you can have games, you can give out items, or food, or anything you would like.

And yes. Alcohol will be served, for those who are of legal age. [Smirks.] I hope to see you all there. This is a celebration of life, and all of you deserve to have it.

[ooc: Plotting info is here!]

edge_of_nothing

[The NV chirrs, signaling its awake state of mind (?) as it records. Its view focuses on Xemnas, who looks...completely healthy in comparison to most who have been affected by the recent plague. In fact, he turns to face the camera, a ghost of a smirk appearing and vanishing all within the second prior to speaking.]

So it continues.

[You all know what he speaks of. It's merely a fact that needs to be stated.]

Most of the city's population has been affected, and the numbers steadily climb. [Arms sweep out to either side of him with an air of aloofness.] But as you can see, I am among those who remain untouched. Perhaps it can even be considered...a "blessing." As various as the effects of this sickness are, I would have expected some of you to have a better chance of immunity.

[He pauses, in profile, letting his gestures become more fluid and grandiose.]

The heart...is a fickle and foolish thing.

How simple, how easy it is for one to be controlled by such feelings – dwelling upon these...emotions...only drive you further into your disease.

...But I suppose some people like to take the masochistic route.

[As soon as he says that, a hand goes up to yield any angered remarks that will come his way. He knows the gesture will do nothing to stop people from saying anything, but he expects it. And he welcomes it.]

Before there are any real words of protest, I'm certain there are a good number of you who are doing well enough. Guiltless...free of this plague. I could not have imagined the complaints and opinions given publicly upon the Network.

[The faintest hint of smugness is seen crossing his features.]

Come now. I cannot be the only one.

[[OOC: I'm going to be missing all weekend due to convention times, so...yeah. I'm good with backtagging if you are.;;]]

vestalvogue

( cut for troll text )

( Locked to the Teen Titans )

( Quirkless version: )

mentors

[Angeal is stricken, which is honestly not surprising. He's managed to keep it together though the night after getting the call. A man of war, you often just forgo feelings when it is convenient to in order to push though, a strategy almost recommended if one wants to survive.

He's letting himself have that moment of letting all those emotions escape now, back in the safety of his home. It's a half hour or so before noon, and when he reaches for his NV to make a call. Which mean,s unfortunately, you don't have a very good view in this post, except for one moment where he pulls the NV to him, and two of the exact same sword can be seen over his shoulder. One charred, plastic melted onto it, and the other in pristine condition.

He doesn't feel like he can carry either of them.]

I need to plan a funeral.

[A long pause, and his voice is clearly restrained.] And I think we need to investigate.

[No, he doesn't know that his NV is on for everyone to see. Feel free to tell him.]

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 )

summing_it_up

–Oh, come on...

[The feed flickers, slightly tilted at an angle. Hiccup is standing yards away from in profile from wherever it's recording...

...in the middle of an area that looks dedicated to rocks and rubble of all shapes and sizes. But he's a little preoccupied.]

Good job, Hiccup. You just had to go cut through this way, trip, and lose your rock among all of the others conveniently gathered here. I mean, who leaves piles of rock around anyway?? That doesn't even make sense in the middle of a...a city!

Or maybe it does, depending on what's being done with these buildings– but that's not the point!

[As his hands are thrown up into the air, the feed clearly shows that 1) he has an apple in one hand and B) he has a black eye. Hiccup sighs heavily, smacking a hand against his head in tired frustration. And of course he uses the hand that holds the apple. He winces.]

...No. I can find it. I will! Time willing.

[Unfortunately for him, the ~~rock~~ NV's video function decides to work like a one-way mirror. This will be fun for him.]

recitings

Has anyone seen a large man, black hair to the nape of his neck, with dark blue eyes that glow? He goes by the name of Angeal Hewley, and I haven't seen him since yesterday morning before he went off to work.

[Genesis clearly looks somewhere between cross and worried-- like he'd probably slap Angeal when he comes back home, but at the same time might just cry over him if he does. Then he switches the feed to private for his other housemates-- including Angeal.]

Sephiroth, Cloud, have either of you noticed him at home? I was out at a shoot last night. I just back some hours ago. I'll be around the house for the rest of the day, so I'll be keeping an eye out for him if neither of you have seen him.

[Then as an afterthought, he makes the feed public again.]

Angeal, if you're hearing this, you better come home or I'll firaga your ass!

[And he cuts the feed all huffy and annoyed.]

typhlopid

[When the NV comes on, it isn't immediately evident whether it's accidental or on purpose, since what's occupying the screen is mostly someone's elbow, but the excited murmur of a crowd is audible, and above it, the indistinct sound of rowdy singing. It takes another minute for the feed to right itself, focused on Snake and a broadly grinning Clover dressed in a lime green leprechaun costume that's probably a good deal shorter in the hem department than any actual leprechaun would wear. She's also dangling something in front of the camera, so close that it's out of focus. When she pulls back a little to twirl it against one cheek absently, it resolves into a four-leafed clover.]

So it's St. Patrick's Day, right? [Her cheeks are flushed, but she seems giddy rather than tipsy, leaning into Snake unselfconsciously.] It's been pretty fun so far, but you know what would be even better? [She pauses for dramatic effect, but it's somewhat ruined by the soft giggle she lets out when she waves the clover in her hand at the NV.] If we had someone else to celebrate with us!

[Snake is far more subdued, as usual, dressed in a collared shirt and a green and blue argyle sweater. He pulls the NV a little closer, but is not quite directly facing it. He replies in utter deadpan, his amusement utterly dry:] ...I suppose that line is somewhat better than last year's "My name is Clover, guess what, you just got lucky." I did not realize our search for boys was extending all the way to the network tonight.

[Clover doesn't even have the grace to look embarrassed.] It's no fun if the guys we're talking to are already too drunk to walk.

I suppose that is correct. So now we are inviting two - or possibly more - boys to enjoy a seasonal repast tonight?

Or more. [Clover nods agreeably before her gaze flicks back to the camera, suddenly sly. She holds up the clover again.] How about a little incentive? The first person who can tell me what this stands for gets free drinks for the rest of the night.

With pick-up attempts like that, it is a wonder you do not have a boyfriend. [Snake addresses the NV now:] We are at the establishment called... Nibbleheim. [It seems he can hardly believe he just said such an undignified name.] Please join us for drinks and conversation. And possibly dancing. I promise we are excellent and entertaining company. [Snake is reluctantly amused.]

quadrifoliate

[ Considering how chatty Clover usually is, and how she isn't shy about showing her face on the network, the briefness of her message seems utterly out of character: ]

What's it like, not being human?

Growing up with it, I mean -- being a different species or having powers even before you came here.

[ Also out of character is the unusual effort she makes to keep the text legible and correct -- as anyone who's been subjected to her haphazard keypad-smushing and emoticon spam can attest to. ]

ex_chocoboing98

When an NV returns your sent messages, and when you make a call and it says it's unavailable... Does it mean that... Does it mean what I think it means? Because if it does, Yazoo is gone.

[There is a long pause in which he wasn't expecting to receive a little note...

Swallows before speaking again.]

Raven too...

recitings

[Today, Genesis seems to be leisurely lounging at the house with his feet propped up on a table and a slim sabre in his hands. Dressed down in jeans and a button-down white shirt, he looks more like he's posing for a picture rather than coming on to tell people something over the network.

Well, he didn't just turn on the NV to look pretty. Although people are very welcome to stare.]

I've been thinking that with all this free time on my hands, maybe I should start a kind of side-line job. I don't think it would hurt my modeling career to offer sword fighting lessons to whoever is interested. So, would you be interested?

[His bright blue eyes are fixed on the NV now as he expertly maneuvers the sabre despite his laid back posture. Trained eyes can notice that his body is more accustomed to handling something heavier though, like the massive scarlet sword hanging on the wall behind him.]

You'll get lessons from a First Class SOLDIER. One of the finest, best-trained fighters back in my world. I can't say much about my actual skills as a teacher, but I've learned a thing or two about handling people back in the military. Just let me know if you're interested.

[Then he makes the feed private to Franz]

Your lessons will always be free of charge.

[And a wink, and he shuts off the feed.]

excellentviolet

I would say something about welcoming newcomers to the port and probably inviting them to join Violet Systems again, but I feel like I need a change of pace. Face it, it's tiring always having to put up your most professional face. I'd like the opportunity to let loose at least once.

So, tell me-- do any of you practice hand-to-hand combat? I've learned a few over the years.

ninthserenade

Oh man... This is seriously not good--I, um. D-Does anyone know how fast a skeleton can run by any chance? 'cuz I think this, uh... Thing. The ones with tiny arms and stuff--but, uh... I sorta forgot my coat at home 'n I kinda got lost here in the museum when he spotted me so I bolted 'n got back outside, but when I looked over my shoulder he was kinda following m--EURK!

_{[His NV clatters to the ground and switches on to video just in time to show the skeleton of the aforementioned dinosaur snags Demyx by the hood of his sweatshirt and hefts him into the air with ease. It takes the kid a couple seconds to fully realize what just happened, but as soon as he's up in the air he starts 'running' and twisting around in the dinosaur's grip.]}

Oh my GOD! Guys, guys, he's gonna eat me! He's gonna take me back to his freakin' lair and eat me! I don't wanna be turned into dino-crap! Frick! Cra--AH! NO! Nononononono, don't even think about it!

_{[A low 'growl' from the skeleton, and despite its 'prey's' pleads, it begins to lumber off down the street.]}

HEEL!

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?

axemeaquestion

[SO FUCK THE PO-LICE, RO'S SITTING AROUND AT THE HOUSE OF AWESOME TOSSING THOSE CHALKEY VALENTINES HEARTS IN HER MOUTH. She's got a big bag of them next to her at the table. Yeah, you're jealous. You totally are. She seems pretty pleased with herself, and a look bemusement is tugging on her lips.]

Oh yay. Looks like everyone's doing their Valentine's Day preaching again. Oh-so-conformist holiday, blah blah blah. As for me... as long as you're not making out in my face and I get these on sale after Tuesday I guess I'm not complaining.

[Somebody still doesn't have a sweet tooth. Nope.]

Also, I need an opinion from you gun-savvy guys. And girls. [A thoughtful pause.] If you HAD to pick... Uzi or a MAC-10?

snakespeak

[As always, the video feed clicks on, focused on something other than the broadcaster. Today, it is a close up view of the gleaming window panes of a set of french doors. The camera doesn't move as a young man's voice addresses the network.]

'Snake has seen many signs and people talking about "Valentine's Day",' says Oscar.

'The movie box shows pictures of roses and chocolates and rings and humans kissing,' says Wilde.

'And everything is covered in red and pink and white, with heart shapes,' says Oscar.

[The pane rattles and glimpses of a white rag flash along the edge of the feed. Snake is busy with the daily cleaning. The voice doesn't change tone despite supposedly coming from different individuals, and the speaker remains out of sight.]

'What is all this nonsense about?' asks Keats.

'Snake is under the impression that this "Valentine's Day" is in regards to those whom are held dear, somehow,' says Webster. 'Is he correct in this assumption?'

'If so, then he has quite a lot to do before this day arrives~,' says Emily.

[A lengthy pause follows, before a whisper is heard just before the feed is ended.]

Smile, if I could... talk to you...