sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: touma kamijou

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. ]

tinyvampiregod

[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

seaphonic

_{[When the feed comes on all that's visible is an overcast sky and the sound of waves crashing. It shifts, shaky before the NV is set firmly onto a rock. Syrena seems to be splayed out on a rather large rock herself, golden tail shimmering and ever so visible, the fin dipped into the water. Her rather nude chest is also apparent, but she seems comfortable more than anything, long damp hair blowing lightly in the breeze, pooling over her shoulders.]}

Today I found something interesting.

_{[And she seems to reach off camera for a moment, before thrusting a metal fork right at her NV.]}

This. This is what I found.

_{[She pulls it back toward herself and takes a few strands of hair in hand before...combing them with the fork.]}

Is it not an amazing treasure? Knots in hair are bothersome but this rids the hair of them. It is much more effective than using fingers.

What is it called, this treasure of mine? I have no name for it. I wish to know.

readyforwar

A little while ago some one was on the network asking about people's Core-given powers and when they found out about them. It got me wondering... how many people have problems controlling their Core-given powers? And...

Is there anyone out there who knows how to help with that?

I'm not expecting any answers, just... kind of hoping...

knightfell

[ It's immensely startling to realize exactly how long it's been since he's posted to the network; he tends to keep his nose to the grindstone and remain generally oblivious to what's going on the network.

Still, this is a big enough change-up in his routine that he may as well make note of it: ]

Starting today, I will be teaching basic hand to hand fighting at the dojo on Tuesday and Friday afternoons. It is mainly intended for beginners, but those who wish to refresh their knowledge or are looking for possible sparring partners are welcome to join as well.

If there is sufficient interest, I can also provide basic instruction in spear or polearm fighting.

[ He gives the address to what was once Kurogane's dojo, then lapses into a brief silence. ]

Attendees with, ah... allergies to rodents and similar creatures should let me know beforehand.

[ Nothing interrupts a covert police operation more than when one of your fellow officers nearly sneezes his way through a wall. He doesn't imagine teaching self-defense would be much different. ]

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.

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.

slipperysoul

[ When the feed starts, it's with the heavy thump of a body dropping to the ground, covered partially by the shadows in a remote alley. But Angelus tilts his NV just so, so everyone can get a good look, because why the hell not? Might as well make a documentary of his exploits, right?

It's just a John Doe, but this John Doe is dead as a doornail, sucked dry, save for the blood accidentally spilled down the front of his shirt and making a ring around his neck. But that's enough of that, and Angelus is flipping his NV around and smirking for the audience. Because he sure does love a show.

For those who thought they were familiar with this face, this is no longer Angel. Not anything close.

This would be Angelus, who's already on the move once again and letting his NV hang at his side, because it's been awhile, and he's still hungry and the night is ever so.... young. He does have a thing for virgins after all.

But he's making sure everyone can hear him when he does actually speak up: ]

Boy, it's good to be back.

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).]

thelightbringer

[Lucifer is in a hotel room, and if he's not on the top floor he's near there, at least thirteen stories up. He's standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows, and examining a pane that has been shattered out.]

I guess it was ready to go out in the world. They grow up so fast, don't they?

[He's talking to someone, but whoever it is seems to notice the NV and a hand obscures the video and flips it off.]

vw_coyote

[Mercy is working on a car. At least she appears to be. She's bent over the hood, her back pocket with a rag in it.]

A year.

[She sighs and turns around, looking at the camera. Her hands are being worked over by the rag and she's got her dark hair pulled back into a ratty pony tail. Her shirt is stained and she's wearing the sheep necklace, when normally she doesn't at work.

If you've got sharp eyes, there's a silver and green stick leaning against the workbench. It has barely left her side since February started and this whole time loop thing started screwing with her senses.]

It's been almost a year since I was killed. I know there's a lot of people who go out in the Darkness and have no trouble with the monsters.

However, there's a monster that isn't one. I understand he's still in the Port, and normally, I'd be cautious with warning people about another person, but not this time.

[Someone's still a bit bitter about being killed and him being free.]

As Valentine's approaches, there will be a killer in the Darkness. He chops out hearts, and leaves the bodies for the Darkness monsters to feast on.

[Anyone with sharp enough eyes can see the stick all but vibrating in place.]

The man killed me almost a year ago, and there's every reason to believe he'll do it again this year.

I'm just putting the warning out there. Keep your eyes open.

[With that, she cuts the feed.]

[OOC: Action for John Winchester if he wants it/is at the garage?]

buttwombs

[It's quite clear from the video that Norio is inside... a closet. There are clothes and various other closet-dwelling items all around him. He seems a little nervous as the broadcast starts, but manages a polite smile.]

Um, hello! I'm Norio Tsuburaya! Ahiru told me I should call you, because you may be able to help me.

[Yup. He thinks he's just calling this 'Michael Xavier' person, but it's a Network broadcast instead. Even though he thinks it's a private message, he still looks a little shy over what he's about to say, pressing his fingers together nervously.]

You see I... uh, well. Kind of have this smell. It's not a bad smell! I don't stink or anything! It's a pheromone. It makes everyone want to... to uhm...

[He bites his bottom lip, looking like he's about to pretty much die from embarrassment. Or at the very least maybe cry a little. Eventually however, he does spit it out as quickly as possible.]

... matewithme. Back home, I had something that kept the smell hidden, but I lost it when I came here and now I can't even walk down the street in peace! I know it's not really a 'power' or anything, but maybe... maybe you know what to do.

Uh, thank you!

( ooc )

motioned

Wow, I'm really glad that's over! It got sort of frustrating, having the same day happen over and over, especially since nobody at school believed me. I'm glad it's really the seventh today, though! I guess that means it's almost Valentines Day. Almost my birthday, too.

[She shifts on the bed where she sits, drawing her legs up towards her until her cheek can rest on her kneecaps while her head is turned to look at the camera.]

You know, there was this boy I knew back home who would've known just what to do about the time loop thing. I mean, not that everyone didn't do a really good job, but... He was really smart. Really brave, too. I know he would've done anything for the people he cares about. He made me feel like there I could do anything, too. He was the kind of person that gave me hope when it didn't seem like there was any. Even if he's not here, he's still one of the most important people to me. There's not a day I stop thinking of him. Even if I can't talk to him for a while, though, I think it's okay. Because he didn't just make me happy when he was around. I feel like I'm still really warm inside because I got to meet him! I think it's really important to remember, too, though.

Did anyone else have someone that special to them back home? I'd like to hear about it!

[She pauses, looking like she's about to say something else. Instead, she reaches to the device and turns it off.]

[ooc: Forward dated to after all the time stuff goes completely back to normal!]

meaculpable

--One of you lot once said that insanity is merely the act of repetition, wherein rather than expecting the same tired and tested outcome, one comes to believe that his actions have purpose. That he will, in fact, somehow change his allotted fate through stubborn force-of-will alone.

[ Those of you who know him well enough may tell that Lucifer is slightly...annoyed. ]

Though I've never fully come to appreciate the mortal need for witticism, I suppose it apropos that my third visit to this Port finds me seeing that nothing has changed, that you lot have yet to find your freedom.

[ He says the word like a curse. ]

Four here exist with the power to remake the universe at their whim. Two with the power to ignore the laws of this Creation entirely.

[ You can almost hear him smile. ]

I wonder. [ And here, he deliberately trails. ] How long will it take until one of us visits Delirium's realm.

azarathmetrionzinthos

[voice]

[This is read out a little like a prepared statement.]

If you pick at a scab, you might make it start bleeding again, and if you keep doing it, the wound will never heal.

If the scab stays on there forever, the wound won't heal either. The cells have to dissolve the scab while the skin forms again underneath.

[Pause.]

People can get used to any kind of surroundings. Even these. It doesn't get better when you pick at it, but leaving it entirely alone isn't the solution either, is it? So, what one thing would you change if you could?

[text; anonymous; moderately hard to trace]

a park eating place grows cones pepperoni, sausage, or mushrooms a chest of stolen gold a flyer's quiz when you get out the camera part of a food fight where a farm animal eats What do the answers have in common?