sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: uryuu ishida

[There was a news item today about a knockout gas attack on AGI Tower. That's the first thing that inspires the post.]

Ooh, if I'm not careful, I might get gassed to death at work.

What's so bad about working for AGI anyway?

[The second is the chance to ask a question that he knows will piss people off.]

reassures

Ino Yamanaka has left the Port.

She was running a flower shop, but I don't know if she had any papers leaving that to someone in the event of her disappearance. As far as I know there are a few other workers from it still here, so whatever happens to it will be left up to their discretion.

If Ino left unpaid bills with anyone, or any affairs that need settling, please let me know-- I can handle them, just let me know. My name is Nill.

[She pauses. Nill rarely addresses the network at large, and it feels a little too somber to only talk about someone disappearing.]

If anyone knows of any job openings, I could use a new job as well. I don't have enough hours at my current job right now to pay all of my bills. I have enough savings right now that I can handle things for Ino, but leaving it like this for very long wouldn't be the best idea.

I've worked in a lot of different places, but I'm not very good behind a register.

gabriel_gray

[ When the video feed is turned on, Sylar's face is framed very nicely, his dark eyes settled unblinking on the camera, almost as though he's capable of seeing right through it. ]

It's a dangerous thing if you let it get out of hand. Corporations that track your every move, that know where you are at any moment. It's only a matter of time until it escalates. Nobody is safe.

[ He cocks his head to one side. ] But don't take my word for it. [ It isn't like he hasn't seen it all before. ] Ah, Nathan...

That reminds me. Does anyone have tips on how to apologise to someone for killing their brother?

doctor_mccoy

[Hi ! it's your favorite cranky doctor in this brief public service announcement:]

Don't forget to get your damn flu-vaccinations.

[At least he's attached a file detailing out the location of clinics and their 'business' hours.

He doesn't look forward to volunteering, but it's better than spending all winter wiping your noses because you all neglected preparing for flu-season.]

meowingumbrella

[ Well, here's a sight you don't get to see every day: a goat-like face with wild red eyes with only one goat horn, the other a stag's, and a rather trim horses's mane. This oddball is rather mismatched, and it is far more pronounced when he smiles and reveals his only fang.

Well, you think that might be the case. For some reason, the video only shows the creature as though it is drawn out in stained glass. A strange, animated piece of art. ]

Well, this is new!

But it is all dreary, all the same. How boring. [ He rolls his eyes and sticks out his serpentine tongue. ]

But! There's going to be some hot chocolate! Complete with candy cotton clouds.

It's all on me.

[ Of course, he fails to mention of the roads turning to soap. Oops. ]

maddeninghatter

[ Xerxes Break is in bed, clad in pajamas and a dressing gown. The sash is pulled tight, revealing a slim waist. Wound about his neck is a scarf. It's made of - feathers?

He taps anxiously at the side of his face with thin, finely-tapered fingers. ]

Doctor Stein, give me a ring.

[ This was intended to be a private call. However, Break's entirely voice-controlled NV isn't responding correctly: because this morning, he woke up with a different voice. His vocal timbre, normally high-pitched, is now positively squeaky. ]

Or just come over. That would probably be--

ah-chiiii!

[ After making that, er, noise (which sounded for all the world like a chipmunk being kicked), Break scowls for a few seconds…

END TRANSMISSION ]

doeswhathewants

[Female bbLoki, people. She feels pretty.]

Bravo to whomever accomplished this.

I shall have to up my game in the future.

faking

If ANYONE is going to complain then i absolutely get to too.

complain!
complain!
complain!

I don't feel any better. do you?

(and he has definitely become a she.)

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on all there is is darkness and the sound of fabric against a microphone. It only lasts a moment however as the darkness suddenly gives way to a view of socks and tights in a sock drawer (one belonging to a certain duck girl), currently being turned into a nest by none other that Kyubey. Amidst the socks he settles himself, reaching out with a paw to knock the NV closer.]}

People come and people go. They live and die and that's it for them. Usually. Well, another version of them will continue to exist in an alternate dimension parallel to the one they originated from, but that's making things overly complicated. The fact is that once someone dies, that specific individual is fated to remain dead.

But that's not the case here.

People die and then return to this place with their memories intact or else they arrive here from having been dead before. I've always found this utterly fascinating, now more so than before.

_{[A little ear twitches as he nestles more into the sock drawer.]}

So tell me! I'm curious. What is it like to die? To truly die. What does it feel like to meet death and remember it? What does it make you feel?

Would you wish to live forever if you could?

jokesonthem

[It's been two weeks since Reim arrived, and he's sort of vaguely managed to settle in. Which means the opportunity has arisen to dive headfirst into Modern Technology that will confuse him greatly, of course. At least he knows which way to hold the NV, as he addresses it politely,]

Hello, [beat] city. I've recently arrived, and from a place very much unlike this one, so please excuse my ignorance of proper procedure when I ask-

How would one go about learning to drive a car? Could someone-- if it isn't too much, that is, lessons would be... appreciated. Although I'm afraid I don't have any experience whatsoever.

[Pause. He makes a face.]

Well. I've driven a tank, but...

[But we don't talk about Tank Day. Reim taps his fingers thoughtfully before adding, brightly,]

I am also interested in obtaining some work.

[He gives the NV a little smile, the perfect, practiced smile of a professional who knows when to be extra nice.]

Of course, any assistance will-- BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP [--be interrupted by the very sudden sound of an alarm going off on his NV (accidentally set without his knowledge, oops), which makes him shout and drop the thing--it lands on his toes, he yelps again, and it turns itself off when it hits the floor.

Flawless first impressions.]

inthejunk

[Yosuke isn't smiling. He isn't frowning, either. He's carefully neutral, while he makes his announcement.]

If you're kind of squeamish, you shouldn't watch this.

[And then he counts to five silently. That's long enough, right? It'll have to be.]

I need some help training. I...if I had been training all this time, I could have done more. I thought I could pretend that things around here weren't as screwed up as they are, but I can't. I'm not standing down anymore.

Anyway, I can't pay in cash, but I can offer you a trade.

( cut for eurgh dude )

inthejunk

[Hey, Portians. Yosuke is done hiding behind the voice function, seeing that his face isn't uglied up that badly these days. In fact, if you ignore the big cast on one arm, he looks pretty much like the usual old Yosuke. Albeit, he hasn't touched up the roots of his hair (oh look, he's a brunette after all) which is definitely weird for him, he looks cheerful enough.]

[You've missed these up the nose shots while he finds the camera angle he likes, admit it.]

Hi, everyone.

I wanted to thank the people who helped with the Open Mic night, and everyone who turned up for it too of course. It was a pretty good success! Because some money was made, I have good news to announce.

The Cat's Eye will be open now every Tuesday and Saturday, all day long. Our manager Raul Creed-san isn't available for comment, but I promise you that I'm the executive type of dishwasher, and I'm authorized to make this sort of declaration.

We wanted to kick off this Saturday with a special menu, but since we haven't found a cook yet we might need to take a rain check for that. But I promise I make really great coffee, and our beautiful barmaid Nill-san will keep your glasses full.

Um, about that. Does anyone have some cooking experience? If you don't mind...let's say "growing with a business" it should be a great second job! I promise, the boss isn't a huge jerk.

Anyway, besides that there was one thing. I uh...I guess I need to learn a few things about accounting and that sort of stuff. Since I haven't finished high school, and I don't really want to, is there a way not to bother with university? Aren't there some technical schools around, maybe? That way I don't have to waste time learning.

...Extra things, I mean. Uh.

Thank you for your time! And we appreciate your continued business while we find out feet again.

[He'll just finish this with a bright "Thanks for Shopping at Junes!" smile. Yeah, that should do it.]

itsatrep

I have a special treat for any Le'yazs fans out there.
( Cut and warning for sexual talk/innuendo/Luppi all waving vibrators around, but nothing so explicit as to require locking the entry )

scienceshow

[One of these days, Szayel will "remember" to take Ishida off this filter.]

[Anyway, good afternoon, people of Las Noches. Today you a greeted with the face of your friendly resident evil genius. Instead of his usual holier than thou expression, he seems a bit miffed, and also slightly concerned. There's an obvious air of wanting to accuse a certain someone of something, but he isn't about to do that just yet.]

I seem to have lost an item of a personal nature. Has anyone happened to come across any devices that don't belong to them?

[...because that is as delicate as he can put it without directly saying someone took his vibrator and he wants it back now please.]

maddeninghatter

[ It's been a little over a week since Xerxes Break's arrival in Siren's Port. His head and shoulders are framed precisely in the camera screen; it's an automatic function of his NV. A pillow is visible behind him. Faint beeping noises are audible in the background. ]

Hiiiiiiiii~!

[ He waves. His jacket (a blue robe) is too big for him; the sleeves flop about. His smile is somewhere between beatific and barking mad. ]

Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Xerxes Break. Like the rest of you, I've been pulled here, held captive, and cruelly deprived of candy.

[ The hospital dietician has taken a dim view of his (many) requests. ]

Anyway - I'm looking for a little girl.

[ He uses his hands to approximate her height: six inches! ]

Her name is Emily, I feel quite loooooost without her, she's my dearest friend!

[ His expression flickers for an instant; his gaze falters. But, a moment later, he's back to grinning. ]

Ah, but if she's nowhere to be found, perhaps someone could help me reconstruct her. Because people always tell me that I ought to work harder at making friends.

Bye-bye! ☆

[ The feed ends, as Break attempts to spear with his fork a wiggly block of jello. ]

acardic

[The characteristic reiatsu emanating from the field is probably enough of a giveaway of who has recently arrived for those who are particularly attuned to detecting it. It precedes the post by about half an hour.

The denizens of Siren's Port are treated to an nondescript view of fences, and then a person whose pallor is a far too anemic to be considered healthy or even compatible with life. Ulquiorra frowns as if to preemptively dissuade unnecessary discussion, and he speaks in a tone all at once dryly thankless and vaguely threatening. Even as he asks for information, the act distinctly comes across as an order.]

It would be wise if somebody were to inform me of where I am, and who is responsible for bringing me here. The trash from SERO, and AGI were most uninformative.

[After that pleasantry, the tone levels off into a much more business like demeanor.]

Should the other Espada be present, we have much to discuss.

deformed

( OOC cut for length )

blackmoonrising

[Ichigo's in a park, dressed casually. It's early morning, but there's families out in the park. A little boy is playing soccer with his brother within the line of the NV's camera. A man, their father from the looks of things and the family resemblance, is playing with them.

Ichigo's drinking something hot from a paper cup, looking thoughtful as he does so.]

I guess today's Father's Day. You know, it's probably a good thing my old man can't call here or he'd be complaining that I didn't get him anything. He's a pain in the ass like that.

[One of the boys throws his soccer ball at their father, laughing happily. For a second, Ichigo looks over at them, then shrugs.]

I dunno. I reckon I've got a good excuse.

[There's a sudden shout from the boys as another person joins their party carrying a picnic basket, and Ichigo turns to look again. Their cries of 'Mom!" make her identity immediately recognisable, as does the way the two boys throw themselves at her like eager puppies. She's laughing as she ruffles the hair of one of them and kisses her husband's cheek.

Ichigo looks away and picks up his coffee.]

I don't think he'd blame me today.

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!]

mister_foppish

It seems I'm one of the few who hasn't gotten sick. I don't think there's any secret to it, really. I've been staying inside the entire time, largely on the advice of Mister Gant. But you know, being in a cramped space for this long is starting to really set me on edge.

[A shiver and he clutches at himself. He looks rather tired, if nothing else. There's a dark circle prominent under his eye, and he doesn't look so well despite his claim of being perfectly healthy.]

Hn. I can't sleep. Every night there's always something unnatural enough to keep me awake. Strange noises, scratchings at the walls…Howling. City sounds. I lived on an island by myself for a reason, you know.

( Cut for brevity )

Living in this…apartment…(Well, temporarily residing, I should say.) I've never stayed in such a small space before. When is this sickness, plague, or whatever it is going to end? Then I can at least find something to do rather than go completely mad. I was never cut out for the whole stress thing. Ceaseless worrying and what-have-you. That's why I had people who'd do that for me, back home. Didn't I say I was a prince..? Oh well. Guess that hardly matters now.

Could be worse…Tell me, Siren's Port: What do you do in a situation like this?…I don't even have anything to paint with. Working with my hands usually relaxes me. Pent up with no outlet, I guess the saying goes.

[Pours himself another glass of wine, sipping a little too hastily. Okay, he might be a little intoxicated…At five-ish in the morning, no less. He looks a little flush, to say the least.

Hiccups, hiding his mouth behind his hand.]

I'd sing you a song but...I don't think I'm in the mood. Anyone else…not sick?