sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: sir iron-tail fratley

[her fingers hover over the keyboard, not really feeling like talking. who the hell spilled their secrets to people on the internet? that was a load of bullshit. but she needed to know more about this place and the things she'd seen her first night bothered her too much]

So. What are you fucks doing here?

whycantistay

[Filtered away from Angel/ Angelus]

I need any information on magic pertaining to souls, unleashing or releasing them. Any information would be helpful. 

This is not the first time Angelus has been released. The first time it was released by ancient Asian magic. It took a powerful witch to get it back. And in the meantime, he went on a rampage.

I don't care if he's on some bounty. This isn't who he is, and I'm sure it's to be said for the other vampire. I'm not the most skilled in magic, but I think I could do this. I simply don't have the right resources.

If any need information on protecting yourself, holy water and crosses will fend him off, but I advice staying in your house or apartment.

bodyreads

[Here's a frequency that hasn't popped up on the network in some time.]

There was a newcomer who ran a local dojo here. His name was Kurogane. He's disappeared.

Some people wanted to take the building back. I told them not to. People come here to learn to defend themselves and they shouldn't have to go elsewhere. I can teach them but I can't do it alone.

Can anyone else teach martial arts?

[ooc: should anyone try to trace this, it'll come back to Cass' NV (and not Black Bat's).]

ergomaniac

[Edgeworth looks deeply, deeply cross. He's recognizably in Sector 3, standing at a streetcorner. Beside him is, well...Gaius Julius Caesar, General of Rome, famed crosser of the Rubicon, the man who would have been Emperor. By his garb - toga and laurel wreath - he's in his statesman role. And judging by his expression, he's no less livid than Edgeworth himself.]

I need someone who can speak Latin. I can, but this man has taken me for a -

["Hah! Speaking in your native tongue now, are you, Pict? But to whom? Or are you mad as well as a barbarian?"

Edgeworth turns to Caesar and responds back to him in Latin.]

I am summoning someone to deal with you, o Caesar.

[And Caesar responds in rapid, haughty Latin: "Deal with Caesar? They shall come and see who Caesar is, and then you shall be the one dealt with, Pict!"

Edgeworth turns away again and speaks in clipped English.]

Anyone with an authentic accent. Kindly come in a toga and prepared to playact the part of a - Oh, for the love of -

[Caesar is starting off. There must be a toga party at Hawthorne, because the consul is now hailing some frat boys as his countrymen.]

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...

presspasskey

[ The voice-only post is unusual for Lois, but she sounds distinctly irritated. ]

The topic of the hour seems to be Valentine’s Day. It’s all about love [ there is faint irony in her voice ] and that always makes people a little unhinged. So, I thought I’d weigh in. [ She takes a deep breath. ]

Valentine’s Day is worthless. Think about it. For couple, there’s stress to make the day good, or else. It makes getting dumped just before or just after sucks. For anyone single, it’s only good for getting utterly smashed and binging on over-priced chocolate.

All right, so not worthless. The post-V-day chocolate sale is worthwhile.

Besides, something always goes wrong on Valentine’s—though nothing can be worse than last year. [ After all, what’s worse than getting turned Stepford by some bizarre form of Kryptonite, right? ] But really, it’s about advertising telling you to arbitrarily set aside February 14th for romance. Sure, birthdays or anniversaries are annual too, but those are personal.

[ ’My name is Kal-El, of Krypton—’

Finally, her tone turns positively mischievous. ] If you need to be reminded to choose one arbitrary day each year to be romantic?

You’re doing it wrong.