sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: vriska serket

:33 < *ac sneaks into the unfamiliar territory*
:33 < *she sniffs at the air and scrunches up her nose at all the new scents*
:33 < *and then without warning she pounces on her unsuspecting prey and pins them with her large paws!!!*
:33 < tell me what is
:33 < oops
:33 < *the definitely really truly formidable feline gets close to her preys face and asks what is going on???*
:33 < hnnnghh
:33 < okay
:33 < i am a little too purrplexed to continue this purroperly
:33 < s33 i am not supposed to be here
:33 < even though i dont know where i am i know im actually supposed to be fur fur away from here
:33 < so can anyone tell me why this is happening??
:(( < and maybe what happened to the rest of my furriends

integrity

[Crowley has a lot to feel guilty over.

He betrayed practically every demon who had ever promoted him, which... well, quite frankly, he couldn't give a damn about that. He had risen to power ruthlessly, capturing the loyalists and executing them should they try to kill him instead of listening to reason. He manipulated Castiel into assisting him to open Purgatory and unwittingly created a monster that destroyed a great many lives in the process. And instead of working to talk down the idiot, he assisted in binding Death to get him killed. The Leviathan walked the Earth because of him and while Crowley was working toward a solution, there wasn't one in his grasp. And when he did locate the solution, what then? How many lives would be lost in the process, and how broken will the world be in the wake of the disaster?

He tries not to think about it. Nor has Crowley figured out that this is the reason why he is so grievously ill. But the demon is currently in a chair, in his locked room, staring at the ceiling, wondering why he can't breathe normally and why his chest feels like it is collapsing in on itself.

And why he's even sick in the first place.

He soon sends a text. Talking is too difficult and he doesn't want anyone to know he's this ill, anyway.]

Should anyone need me, I am going to be in my basement, reverse-synthesizing n-methylamphetamine into Sudafed, as the drug store is apparently out of stock.

ooc; Housemates can offline him, if you wish. 8)

vestalvogue

( cut for troll text )

( Locked to the Teen Titans )

( Quirkless version: )

blackmoonrising

[Here we have Ichigo, looking thoughtful, and dressed to go out despite the lateness of the hour. Despite what some of his friends might think about his early inability to check the date and the news feed, there's one news article that hasn't escaped his attention and now he intends to do something about it.]

So that house that's supposedly haunted. I'm gonna go find out if it is or not. If anyone else who can see ghosts feels like joining me then go ahead, but if the news is gonna make a big deal out of it day after day then someone oughta find out one way or the other before this gets outta hand.

prankmaster

wow, uh, i think i'm really lost!
i don't even really remember how i got here.
this isn't another weird dream bubble, right?
i feel like we've encountered so many of those lately.
not that they're bad, but sometimes they just don't make any sense.
like right now.
i probably should wake up soon though.
i need to make sure jade hasn't eaten poor jaspersprite.

[ ooc. feel free to let me know if you don't want john's coloured text here! ]

coolexec

[Video cuts in when Tony Stark, clad in the flashy gold and red and silver of the mark VI version Iron Man armor, is casually strutting away from the baseball diamond. Video bobs around haphazardly at first since he doesn't care enough to hold his NV steady in front of his face. There's a greeter trailing him, trying in vain to offer coupons, that Tony brushes off.]

Overachiever. I said I didn't want any. I don't like to be handed things. [He rolls a shoulder in mild irritation. The golden faceplate on his helm splits at the seams with a hiss and pulls back to reveal his arrogant face in full, which is then presented to the network.]

Is it May already? [Timestamp has been noted.] Go figure: time flies when you're in another dimension. Not that I'm not glad to see you, Siren's Port, but... no, I'm not. Hey, Little Miss Raincoat [he's bad at names so sue him that's specific enough], you didn't rent out my room, did you? That'd be.. rather inconvenient news, actually, considering I'm here again. Tell me the condo's still on the table before I pull a face.

[He pauses his gait, ready to take to the sky but wanting to throw out a few more words.]

Sorry. Not asking for anyone to strip me this time around. You'll have to get your jollies elsewhere. [The faceplate slides back in place, leaving the stoic mask of Iron Man on screen for a moment before video ends.]

crowsicle

( OOC cut for orange text quirk )

ok so it looks like you learn something new every day
as in you learn every day has some new bullshit its dedicated to like national tree history month or worldwide nigerian spam appreciation day
todays a pretty special one though
thanks agi by the way this has been real educational
im so inspired by your teachings ive decided to put together my own instructive video
gather round girls and boys
today were going to learn you how to choke a chicken
starring me
and my red feathery mutant cock
you ready for this sirens port

[The feed switches to video of a bedroom wall, and then quickly pans down to Davesprite's lap--where he's holding a live, half-grown, red-feathered rooster--which some people might recognize as one of the dyed Easter chicks he found--who quickly jumps ship in a squawking flurry of feathers. The feed ends.]

b2_dragon

[A shadow falls over the previously lovely view of an overcast sky. It's soon evident that this "shadow" holds more substance as two large green eyes peer down, right before you get a generous view of curiously snuffing nostrils.

The creature's head draws back again, head tilting in almost a comical fashion as it peers at the camera's source once again.

Then, it promptly opens its toothless jaws wide, head darting forth, and just before it snatches up the NV, two rows of teeth appear.

...You'd think it should end there, but instead, you're treated to some unpleasant chewing and smacking sounds, paired with glimpses of a pink tongue amidst teeth that seem to be trying their hardest to tear the NV apart. This lasts for about thirty seconds before it's finally ends with a wet splat as the screen flares back into brightness, having been spat out on the ground.

A rather disappointed and somewhat annoyed looking dragon growls at it in complaint.]

bestie

- a camera? That wasn't there before!

[The lower half of someone's face filters into focus, right up against the lens. Hope you don't mind an extreme close-up of someone's chin, because that's what you're getting while Jane tries to sort this out.]

Roxy, are you even listening to me?

[Meanwhile, this other person's squealing up a storm in the background.] Janeeeeeeey! Can you fucking believe this shit? It's, like, one second, I'm scramming from the scene -- ravenous creeps all over the damn place, Jane, you wouldn't even believe -- and now!

[There's a pause.] Heh... I hope you're not mad at me still! It's not like I meant to fall on you.

[And then another excited squeal.] Janeyyyy! Come here, ya damn tightass. [Roxy suddenly pulls the other girl in for yet another forceful hug, just before noticing the object in her hands.] What the fuck are you doing with that shit, eh? Didn't I tell you to toss it?

I'm trying to figure out when- [She lets out a little yelp and drops the Tiaratop. It clatters down to the dirt, still recording the girls' feet.] -when it got a camera feature! Something's really fishy about this.

[A pause as Jane leans down to pick up the device. She looks right into the camera.]

Wait, is this thing recording?

I told you not to trust the Batterwitch's shit, Jane. When are you ever gonna learn?

[That last question catches her attention, though.] Oh, really? [She shoves her face right against Jane's cheek to fit into the camera's view.

And now she's making kissy faces at the camera and winking suggestively. Yep.]

((OOC: Jane and Roxy! Apologies for the bright colors ;_;))

roboshades

[The feed clicks on accidentally, when he pushes himself into a sitting position, glasses shifting on his face click it on to offer a lovely view of the familiar ground on a baseball diamond. This might not be unusual, with the shared disorientation they all feel upon their arrival...If it weren't for the way they clearly take to it like a small child to a new toy.

His hands scrape over the unforgiving Earth, fingers digging in and dragging up tiny rocks into his palms, before tilting them to watch them slowly roll off, leaving red dust behind. He stares at it, for a long moment, before the shock of it, and the cold seeping in through his knees jolts him out of it.

His breath inhales sharply, winded, and he moves to his feet, the feed finally scanning around the fenced in, broken down baseball diamond. It wouldn't look out of place, if he'd been from anywhere else. But the feeling of being backed up and alone, in a place he wasn't aiming to get to, with half of his awareness shut off like a switch, thoughts scrambled...It grates at him, like cabin fever.

The screen wobbles with his first few steps, before he finds his footing and makes his way to exit. But once he's stepped on cracked sidewalk, he has no other moves. He's scanning quickly, like the answers are just going to pop up in flashing neon, that alley over there, that woman with her baby, panning over to a nearby dumpster, back into the field with it's giant crater pits--

Finally, a familiar, if not too young, voice comes over the feed. He still sounds a little winded and non too pleased]

-- The Fuck?

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!]}

calm_tempest

[Her apartment is a tidy place, neither too big, nor too small. One might consider it a very modest dwelling, considering her profession, but she does not feel the need for extravagance. Potted plants can be seen here and there, clearly well cared for, though the more striking pieces would be the ikebana arrangements she's put together.]

And so the city begins to wake from winter. Of course, that assumes that it ever truly sleeps. Even what seems like it should be rest may not be.

[There's a rocking chair that's very conspicuously doing what it's been designed for, despite the fact that it's unoccupied, and indeed Retsu is nowhere near it. Also, it seems to be . . . crocheting a blanket? Oddly enough, the chair seems almost content, if a chair can have such a feeling.]

[Retsu offers a vaguely fond smile in the chair's direction.] Life is often more resilient than we think.

Current Mood: peaceful

leaderly

[Video]

[If Souji had his way, he would never post to the Network ever again. Not after the Shadow incident. He's sitting at the table in his apartment looking slightly bored. He puts on a small smile.]

Hi. I was wondering if anyone could tell me who to contact if I want to be a Greeter. I'd appreciate it.

momchester

[Her voice sounds a little tired, but otherwise fairly light.]

So, who's joining the unofficial Lonely Hearts Club tomorrow?

scalemates

[ so there's a little bit of fussing once the feed starts up; the camera is full of sharp, shark-like teeth before terezi finally backs up and pushes her red glasses up her snout. and she is not alone on the feed! off to her left, aradia can be seen. ]

So this is a message that goes out to all you humans out there with "birthdays"! You would all be wise to listen up because this is pretty important.

[aradia shows a smile, though excitement is clearly radiating from her as her eyes twinkle and her smile widens with words.]

With these "birthdays" it's been said depending on where it lands on that you are a specific Zodiac sign! That's the reason we're here to talk to you, since it appears these Zodiac signs have come from us.

Yeah, see!

[ terezi holds up a black shirt with a teal libra sign, as though it was proof to her claims. no one tell her she's off-center, shhh. ]

See, we trolls are given a sign when we're hatched. Mine is apparently something you guys call "Libra". Aradia here is "Aries".

[a light tap on the other troll's arm goes to gesture terezi to lower the shirt (she does, after giving aradia a look), so aradia can show her own black shirt with a dark red aries sign on it. these clothing stores have some zodiac shirts quite in stock. she lowers it shortly after showing it.]

Which as you can see from both of these. We can't exactly explain as to why that is, other than the conclusion we've come across that on making a new Universe our signs were passed on over. Signs that each of you have connected to your "birthdays" for many reasons including those horoscopes you put up in the newspaper.

Which is weird... What's the deal with those horoscopes?

[ >:? A SHRUG. ]

Anyway we wanna know what zodiac signs you guys are! We've got a lot of trolls here now, almost all twelve!

Maybe they'll be able to enlighten us on that.

[from what she's read though it sounds really silly 0u0 no that's stupid]

Like us they each represent a sign as well, so do feel free to tell us! Maybe you'll be able to find it as equally interesting.

And then we can tell you what troll you belong to. ... Oh but if you're—

[ a pause and terezi licks the screen of aradia's nv device ]

...an Aquarius... Hehehehe! Sorry in adva~nce.

( ooc | terezi and aradia!! both canon and non-canon birthdays count. pretty much all the trolls -- and some kids! -- will be tagging around, threadjacking and whatnot, with and without quirks. just let us know in the subject line if you'd like a reply without the quirk.

pile in and find your character's patrol troll! :D idea borrowed from the lovely people at

soul_campaign. )

wwelp

im fuckin dyin out here
not a the cold or cause i couldnt hold my owwn
thats not evven the beginnin a my problem
no
no wwhats krillin me here is loneliness
ivve been out here since forevver and not a single fuckin one a you havve bothered for so much as a howw are you eri
you holdin up alright
wwant a place to stay the day
do you need a hand in fightin those canadians for the greater good a evveryone eri
a course i dont but thats besides the point here
the point bein that if somethin other than my owwn loneliness was killin me it wwouldnt evven make a difference cause no one wwould knoww
cause its only me out here
evven jake left and i knoww wwe got along wwell enough
wwhatevver
figures this place is no different than anywwhere else
and here i wwas thinkin earth wwas supposed to be more hospitable or somethin

[ an ooc note: my apologies for any tags that might be coming days late; my net's been down and DW hasn't been loading. ]

vestalvogue

Has Anyone Seen A Girl Named Rose Lalonde
Blonde Hair Cut Short In A Bob With Lavender Eyes And Very Pale Skin
Particularly Adept WIth Wands And Needles And Prone To Sarcasm And Very Complex Plans And Erudite Language
Which Allows Her To Pass Off Some Of Her Statements As Less Cutting Than They Really Are
She Is A Lovely Girl Maybe A Bit Impulsive Really But A Very Good Friend And
She Has Gone Missing
She Was Residing With Myself And Our Friend Jade In The Tower Apartments And Then She Was Not There And We Have Not Seen Her Since
There Was No Note To Indicate Where She Might Have Gone But I Don't Want To Assume The Rest So If Youve Seen Her Or Heard Anything About Her Please Speak Up So We Can Relocate Her