sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: vincent nightray

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

acemedium and Monarch's SP debut~))

thelightbringer

[Hello, Siren's Port. See this GIANT NOSE on screen? It belongs to this puppy here:]

[Eventually Lucifer picks it and the NV up.]

Well, I think he's ready to take on MIT now.

facepalms

[When Kyon turns on the feed today, he remembers to filter it from his very "special" chief of the SOS Brigade, and soon enough, the people listening to this may hear a very audible sigh before the teenager finally speaks up.]

White Day's in two days. Which, to be honest, isn't a good sign for me. Yeah, I know not everyone celebrates it, but a certain someone I know does.

['And that certain someone, as we all know is the hurricane named Suzumiya Haruhi.']

So, let's just say that I need to give a pseudo-goddess a gift on that day. And I have no clue what to give her that, well... wouldn't set off a bomb that would possibly and most likely hurt me. I am definitely not going to give her some miniature carnivorous dinosaur.

Right.

So, what would you give as a present to a person who won't accept something 'ordinary'?

inkyubeytor

_{[When the feed comes on a white little paw pulls back from the camera, showing a rather pleased looking Kyubey (well, as pleased as he always seemed to look), curled around a Pillsbury cookie dough container. Held between his paws it seems as if he's chewed the top of the wrapper off, one paw dirtied with cookie dough that he's certainly been licking it off from. He seems to be outside, laying in a patch of clover.]}

How many of you believe in the concept of luck?

_{[He seems to pause to try and fish out more dough, licking it from his paw once he succeeds.]}

The shamrock is a symbol of luck and has been for countless centuries.

_{[And he seems to release the container out of his grasp only to sit up, shake himself off and paw at the ground, plucking a rather large shamrock with four leaves (how lucky) out with tiny little teeth. Sitting back on his hind legs he takes it between his paws, ear twitching slightly.]}

People are superstitious and believe things will bring them luck, just like this shamrock. But it's nothing more than a plant. It isn't special at all in that regard. _{[And just for good measure he pops it past his unmoving little mouth, chewing and swallowing it with a tiny gulp.]}

Luck itself doesn't exist. Everything that happens in the Universe is based on various measures of chance and probability and the interaction between various causes and effects. Even so, people still choose to believe in such primitive concepts. It makes them feel better, I guess.

Even so, who feels lucky today? What is it like to feel lucky? Would you feel lucky if you had the chance to have any wish of yours fulfilled? Because I can do that. Almost any wish at all and I can grant it. Would you like me to?

Do you feel lucky now?

_{[ooc: Permission's Post!]}

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...