sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: wanda maximoff

[Anders smiles broadly as the camera comes into focus on him, but while it's intended to be open and friendly, there's just a hint of something harder in his eyes.]

Well not only are my robes getting a bit worn due to not being given much of a chance to pack my bags before being brought here, but apparently when people burst in to search your room, they take wearing something a little different as a reason to take their time going through everything you own and asking all kinds of questions, while having a staff on me when I go anywhere doesn't exactly seem to get me much by way of friendly smiles either.

[He holds up a hand, heaving a slightly dramatic sigh.] I know, I know, by now you'd think I'd be used to getting rocks thrown at me when I'm not looking, and frankly the templars were a good deal worse than anything I've gotten so far here, but I'd really like to get something nicer to wear that doesn't also put a big "Oh look, a Newcomer, let's throw things at him!" sign over my head. Just in case things do get worse in the future.

So I suppose I'm asking if anyone would mind offering a little help? The marketplaces here are so large and confusing, and I'm not too certain what sort of clothing styles people generally wear here anyway. The Circle wasn't really too big on things like blending in. Or trousers, come to think of it.

[He grins and winks at that implication.] Not that that was always a bad thing...

nyaruko

Hello, citizens of Siren’s Port!

[There is a face nearly pressed up against the camera, a large blinking green eye at first, and then she pulls back a little to reveal an excited grin. It’s a cute little girl with fluffy silver hair and round cheeks.]

I heard that you have a monster problem here and I, Nyarlathotep, have come to help!

[Give her a moment as she strikes a cute superhero pose that may look familiar to some people. The pose doesn’t last long, though, before it’s dropped and she cups her face, cheeks red with faux embarrassment.]

Now you’re all probably either wondering what I can possibly do to combat the Darkness, or for the more well-read out there, wondering if I am who I claim to be! For the people who can’t pronounce that name, you can all call me Nyaruko (or Nyaruko Yasaka, because that last name belongs to the boy of my dreams!), and I’m here to provide services to combat your Darkness! You see, I’ve been sent by the Space Defense Agency to keep Earth safe, and wow, they never told me about this place and how much trouble you guys seem to have gotten into! I’ve never seen such a large infestation in my life-- in fact, I’m surprised that you’re all still alive still, and some people have been here their whole lives?

[She looks so very excited by that concept, face pressed against the camera again.]

Well, I’m here to help you fight the Darkness and in the meanwhile, I’d like to hear all about your adventures here! And I’d like to know where all your video shops are. I know renting is a little outdated, but I never thought I’d end up in a new area that wouldn’t accept my reward points. How many shows do the local channels carry, anyway? Ooooh, are there any shows exclusive to this place alone? Books? Comics? I want to know all about it!

I, Nyaruko Yasaka, am in your hands regarding these matters! Please take good care of me~

((ooc: she also happens to have a PERMISSIONS POST, thank you kindly to those who fill it out~))

zapswithmagic

[Billy's taken some time to get his bearings again here. When he was here the last time, he was sent home and time had passed, he'd come back to only find a few days had passed. Coming back now and finding that it's been nine months is a bit of a shock. He's used a few locating spells to try and find his friends but so far nothing's come up. Tommy, Kate, Teddy, even Erik, it seems, are all gone. Not very surprising considering how long it's been but still, after everything that happened with Doom, he feels more lonely now than ever. He's praying that maybe something is going on and he just can't pick up on them, that they're still around.]

... Hey. Uhm. This is Billy Kaplan. I was here for about half a year until August. Looks like I was gone for awhile. A really long while. Just... wondering if there's anyone still around who remembers me. Or if there's anyone who knows about the Avengers or Young Avengers. If you could talk to me, that'd be great.

There was also someone here named Michael Xavier when I was around. He's... important to me and it looks like he's not in the city anymore. If someone could tell me what happened to him, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks.

wingedcrown

[There's grumbling, first and foremost.]

Sure, bring me to some crazy place when I'm actually needed. The universe has some sick sense of humor, I'll say that much.

[She sighs.]

...Look, I'm sure most people use this network grumble and groan, so I'll cut to the chase. Does anyone know if I can exchange my money here and still use my credit cards? And what's the cheapest apartment out there that doesn't come with a creepy solicitor for these companies and really crappy furniture? I'm looking to find my own place ASAP, and preferably one without someone's sick mess on the stairs.

[She starts to hang up before she pauses again.]

Oh. And what's this about the "Darkness" I keep hearing about?

[It doesn't sound like Jackie Estacado to her, but she can never be too careful.]

thelittlestbub

[She's got her head bowed, shoulders rising and falling as if she's panting. Her hair is black, with red and silver streaks in it. The wall behind her is utterly blank.

Her harsh panting comes over the audio. Jubilee has been working. The video trembles for a moment and then she raises her head.

Blue eyes are seen through stringy hair. Sweat streaks her face.

And her eyes... her eyes aren't normal. They're flat, dead, exhausted...]

Dr. Michael Xavier is dead.

[The video cuts out, with the NV being hurled across a room.]

[OOC: Jubilee has locked herself in the Danger Room. And then locked the Danger Room down so no one can get in except herself, Emma and Magneto. She's also wearing void cuffs, because... yeah. She's surging and can't be around people.

To the people in her condo: Her phone went off at about 3am, right as she got to bed and then she just left. No one saw her again until this post.

Anyone wanting to look into the shenanigans: HIT THIS PLOTTING POST]

bloodyantivan

[The NV is filming his legs, initially. They're an attractive pair of legs for certain, wearing a pair of fine, high leather boots and what appears to be a skirt of leather armor. A man is talking, and the NV gives a shake as he makes a somewhat confused noise.]

--Are you working now, little runestone? What a strange bit of magic you are...!

[The NV tips to its side, filming what's clearly part of a shabby starter apartment, before turning to film the actual subject. Siren's Port, this is Zevran Arainai: a handsome blond elf with intriguing tattoos on the left side of his face.]

Ah. There!

[His accent is warm, speaking of far-away locales, sweltering heat, and the clash of sharp blades.]

While I have heard of the ancient elvhen mirrors that could show strange things, I never thought one would be handed to me as an arrival gift to my kidnapping, let alone that I would be expected to use it. I am still not entirely certain it will not turn me into some kind of blood thrall, send me to the Fade or the Void or turn my hair some ghastly color...! [He laughs as if all of those things would be a grand adventure.]

But this city is large, and I must know if my comrades were among the taken. They would have stuck out, much as I now do: A templar and a fierce warrior lady, both clanking about with plate armor and sword and shield, a gray-haired Circle mage with a fabulous bosom, a red-haired Orlesian woman wielding a bow and an unmatched sense of spiritual fervor, an enormous war hound, and a Qunari giant with all the sense of humor of... well, a Qunari giant. If anyone is indeed listening or watching on the other end of this runestone, I would be very much obliged for you not to use it to come find and kill me or otherwise menace me, [he sounds rather unworried: he is clearly used to such dangers] but to re-connect me with my friends.

Aside from that, if my coin is good here, I would very much like to share in a drink, a small meal, and the gossip of the day. Will someone do me the favor of giving me the name of the best tavern or inn for the displaced? If there is no such place, I suppose a brothel would serve just as well for my needs. I would be... [There's a suggestive glint in his eye.] Most grateful, for the favor.

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.]

subject_seven

_{[When the feed comes on it seems to show Nana, pink hair, horns and all, sitting in a chair in what appears to be a school office. She's alone for the time being and doesn't seem to look sad. If anything, she looks rather grave.]}

Nana got in trouble today. Nana knows that Nana did something bad, but the boys Nana did bad things to deserved them.

_{[Her brows seem to furrow then as she stares at the screen of her NV.]}

They're always mean to Nana! These two boys. Just because Nana has horns and Nana's arms sometimes fall off. They'll steal Nana's arms sometimes and run away laughing. It's not fair. They call Nana a monster and weird when Nana is not a monster or weird. Nana is just...different. Just because Nana isn't human doesn't mean Nana doesn't have feelings or that Nana is stupid. Nana isn't.

_{[She sighs then, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before turning her attention back to the NV.]}

Today was a bad day. Usually Nana is good and will ignore them. Nana will not be bad and hit them back or call them names, but...today was bad. Today the two boys were throwing rocks at a squirrel during recess and one of them hit the squirrel. It fell to the ground hurt and sad and one of the boys stepped on its head, killing it. Nana tried to stop them and Nana yelled but...they didn't stop. They threw the dead squirrel at Nana instead.

So Nana threw them both up into the tree and made them fall out of the tree. One boy broke his arm and the other hurt his head but Nana doesn't care. They deserved it for what they did. No one should kill something that is living. Every life is special. Nana understands people kill animals to eat them but they weren't killing the squirrel to eat it - they were hurting it for no reason. They were being cruel.

Now Nana is in trouble and Uncle Raul is going to be cross and disappointed in Nana. Nana is just as bad now because Nana hurt the two boys but Nana thinks that's not fair. They killed the squirrel - Nana didn't kill them.

Nana did a bad thing...but Nana isn't sorry.

bigandbad

[and here's one bedraggled-looking wolf - standing outside his apartment, because inside is a forensics team and two homicide detectives. ...Oh yeah, and the body of John Winchester.

Still, he tries to sound more somber than haggard, out of respect.]

I regret to inform you all that John Winchester has died. I can't release any details yet, but I assure you there's a full team of the SPPD's finest looking into the matter. [but not him this time. They don't let roommates look into the death of their own roommate.]

Mr. Winchester's relations are encouraged to come by the apartment to speak with detectives. [and the police chaplain.] If they're unable to come by, they can contact the precinct.

buttwombs

So, uhm...

[The teenager on video is clearly nervous, but is forcing himself to speak.]

... let's say you were in a relationship with someone, and they ended up here. I mean, while you're NOT here! Not like, you're together. I mean you ARE together because you're a couple but... you're somewhere else and they're here in Siren's Port.

[He presses his fingers together.]

Anyway. Let's say that person runs into trouble, and needs to make a LOT of money fast... and they have a special thing that'll make people spend a ton of money to... uh... spend time with them. Like. Have. S... Se...

[He's blushing furiously now.]

Do it.

... would you hate them forever and never want to see them ever again if they went through with it?

vaguelysauntered

[It, quite literally, took Anthony J. Crowley several hours to actually get out of bed.]

[Ever since the beginning of the week, he had felt listless, apathetic, and generally a lot more tired with the world than he had been usually. In the last couple of days he hadn't even bothered to use his usual spiel against his collection of plants to make them grow better- most of them were probably already showing signs of disobedience by now.]

[The problem was, Crowley didn't really care at the moment. Scaring plants just sounded like too much work.]

[He turns on the NV, his short black hair more ruffled and unkempt than its usual groomed look, but his sunglasses are still on his face as if they would never leave. He yawns into his elbow before speaking.]

Well, erm. Long time, no talk, Siren's Port. [He gives a rather mocking salute at the camera.] I'm sure all of you are out there doing your perfectly mundane things as you usually do, etcetera, etcetera.

Only reason I'm asking is because, well, it's like everything became one hundred times more boring than it usually is. I mean, you'd think in a place full of people and powers and things trying to eat you alive during the night, there'd be something a whole lot more exciting out-

[Suddenly, Crowley pauses, his attention having been captured by something happening off screen. There's a moment before he speaks again his eyebrows creased in slight confusion.]

Um. Would someone mind telling me what I'm seeing here?

( ooc cut for angels and demons and snogging )

Well, then. [And then he shrugs slightly, yawning, as if he had just shown everyone a rather boring nature documentary instead of...you know.] So, um, anyone want to tell me any exciting things that are happening around here? [A pause as he groggily goes over that last statement.] Hold on, just asked that. Really, it's like everything's just slipping my mind or something...anyways, someone should come over and bring me wine or something, I'm just not in the mood for getting it myself...

[And then, without warning, he leans against the wall, having succumbed to sleep in mid conversation. There are a few snores, and then the feed cuts when the hand with his watch NV falls to his side, shutting off the camera.]

[Feel free to discuss what just happened amongst yourselves, residents of Siren's Port. Maybe you should get some brain bleach while you're at it, to get out that mental image of what you just witnessed.]

[ooc: This is very backdated to the Seven Deadly Sins Plot week! This post was made with much support from Crowley and Castiel-mun, and here is the events surrounding the kiss if you're curious as to how this came along and what happened afterwards. A.J. Crowley is very much affected by Sloth, so expect him to be apathetic and lazy towards everything ever.]

where_the_hearth_is

[The video pans across a table completely covered in muffins, arranged into neat, cheery baskets, artistically arranged by color in a shallow pyramid. There are all manner of strange and strangely healthy flavors: raspberry lime muffins, zucchini basil muffins, blue corn muffins, ginger pumpkin muffins, and more. A little mechanical droid carefully adds another batch to the pile, still hot and steaming faintly. When the smooth voice comes, it is quiet, uncertain, almost ashamed.]

...I think I made too many muffins.

Does. Um. Anyone want some?

[Privated separately to Wanda, Dr. Orpheus, Loki, and Lucifer. Its sounds nervous.]

Is there any magical method that would guarantee perfectly repairing architectural damage?

unluckyinlove

[Jinx looks excited. So excited that she might explode if she doesn't tell anyone and everyone why. Meanwhile, Gabriel is in the background, leaning against a wall and looking like the cat who ate the canary. Oh, he's smug.]

I have an announcement-- [She stops herself and looks back at Gabriel, her grin only getting bigger.] We have an announcement to make. Last night, Gabriel proposed to me...

[She shows off her left hand and has to contain a squeal. What the audience should be turning their attention toward is her recently acquired fashion statement.] I said yes!

[As if everyone in the Port is too dumb to put two and two together, she just has to add:] We're getting married!

[From the peanut gallery:] Never let it be said that I didn't make an honest woman out of her. [A beat.] ...Well, sorta.

doeswhathewants

[The NV feed clicks on and Loki, looking a little worse for wear around the edges, is peering down into it, a bit wary.]

Leah? Daimon? ... if this is about those shirtless jokes- [A frown as he looks about] Oh. Oh! [Then his expression brightens.]

Well met and glad tidings, Siren's Port! It has been a while- [He pauses] For me, at least. For here...it seems less than a day has passed, but that only means I have interesting things to share and the lot of you do not. How much power this place yields to obfuscate the memories of it from even an one such as myself, and all the way back in my own world, no less!

Disconcerting.

Ah well! I shall welcome the break and consider this a much needed vacation. After all, I have saved Midgard no less than three times since I returned. Only 997 more times to go before we are even.

Ah- if you meet a verbose magpie, converse with him at your own peril lest he talk you into swallowing your own tongue.

integrity

Someone within this city is going to buy me a drink. Immediately. I prefer scotch, but really, anything will do. I also require a sledgehammer. Crowbars are also acceptable.

Your generosity will be repaid tenfold in both money, good will, and the feathers that I will be tearing out of my favorite down pillow. If you so choose to remain so, anonymous donations can be dropped off at my mailbox at the post office.

Remember: generosity is a virtue, not a sin.

x Crowley.

reginagloriae

I...um, hi.

[Nervous looking redhead finally makes a video broadcast and she's fidgeting about it. She prefers audio better, but she wants people to know her current predicament as a subtle call for help. Youko's sitting on her bed with something. Something heavy and mostly invisible aside of the back green spots, flaming pink mohawk, matching colored paws and collar.

A hellhound. Loki's.]

Has anyone seen Loki? He's not answering my messages since this afternoon. The prank stopped being funny after Darkness fell. I need... [She freezes while the hellhound snuffling her lap in melancholy.] to know if he's ok.

[She swallows her own insecurity and reaches out apprehensively to pat the invisible pup's head to console her.]

Huh. This was going to be a broadcast to ask for a job. [Funny how her plans are derailed like that.] If he doesn't answer, I need to ask tips to know how to take care of a hellhound.

[She pales slightly when she utters that aloud. She bows her head and mutters softly.]

Sorry about the bother. If anyone has seen him, please send me a message.

where_the_hearth_is

[Disgruntled House is disgruntled.]

Greetings, Siren's Port.

Since I arrived here, I have found found my operations disrupted on several occasions by the cavalier interference of magic from a variety of sources. This is disturbing, painful, largely inexplicable, and on the whole quite unacceptable. I wish to learn more about magic, both to further my own understanding and in the interests of better protecting myself and my residents.

It is my understanding that there are many different systems of magic from various worlds represented here, which function in a variety of different ways. Further, it appears that many of these systems including 'warding' provisions, which provide localized magical protection.

I wish to learn to compose wards in as many systems as possible. Additionally, I would like to observe magic performed - actual magic, however that may be defined, but not merely core-granted abilities - in order to learn more.

I would deeply appreciate any assistance with either of these endeavors, and would be happy to provide compensation in the form of temporary living quarters, free gourmet meals, or small diamonds.

blondandperfect

[ When Hattie's NV turned on, it's to the sight of a khao manee's nose sniffing at the screen with mild curiosity. It stopped to the sound of a door opening, then the cat, apparently alarmed, darted off to leap onto the bed. The focus re-adjusted to show Ella walking into the room.

She walked over to where Hattie was fast asleep in the bed, and gave her a gentle shake. The cat hissed from where he was curled up. ]

Quiet, Lucifurr. Hattie? Time to get up, milady.

[ Another shake, and she was rewarded with a smack in the nose as Hattie rolled over. ]

Ow.

[ Ella grumbled, and considered for a moment. Okay. She brushed her hands against her dress and... proceeded to sing and dance through the room. ]

o/~ Wake up, Wake up, it's time to rise and shine, get out of bed you sleepyhead, come come it's time to dine.
Make haste, make haste, the sunshine is so bright, how can you miss this sigh-? ~/o

[ She'd continue, but at that point Hattie had roused enough to hit Ella with a pillow to shut her up. Ella tossed the pillow back on the bed, finding her stepsister curling up to sleep again. Lucifurr seemed to like it at least. Encore! ]

Okay - I didn't want to have to do this; I mean I really didn't but you leave me no choice. [ She trotted out of the room. Roughly three minutes later she returned with her arms full of pots and pans. Now seemed like a good moment for a witty one-liner: ]

I have a feeling things are going to.. Pan out. [ Welp, she tried. She hucked the dishware into the air, covered her ears and let the chips fall where they may, so to speak. ]

[Hattie, of course, let out an ear-piercing shriek! Both she and her startled cat went flying to the side and out of the bed when she kicked her legs in the air, causing not only a heavy thud when she hit the floor afterward, but the furniture the NV was on toppled as well, the device knocked offline shortly after.]

draculalite

[Raphael is back home now, in the old church he and Amy live in together. The video appears to be shot from his study area, where he has many newspapers piled up and appears to have been reading through them.

He stares at the NV camera rather... annoyed, for some reason, then clears his throat.]

The parole board insisted I keep myself busy so as not to run into the same difficulties I did before-- as though I am simply some bored animal looking for people to bite if my mind is not occupied.

[A smirk, which melts away quickly.]

Still. It occurs to me that I should... [A breath, as though he's swallowing his pride right there...] seek employment. It shall be necessary to provide for my daughter the way she deserves.

I was born of a noble house, and thus had all the education such implies. I am literate, speak French, English and Latin, have been taught mathematics, history, classicism, logic, etiquette and negotiation. I have also learned dance, horsemanship and other sports. I am a peerless swordsman, though as I understand it such a thing is frowned upon, in this time.

I have also taught all the same to my daughter, if the ability to educate shall count for anything. I am no governess, but would make a fine tutor to a well-mannered child or young adult.

[He stares at the camera again for a moment.]

You may contact me if I am suitable for your employment. Good day.

[Because that's how resumes worked in the 1500s. Who wouldn't want to hire such a charming young man?]

mulletrock

[FAIL!Private to Sam Winchester]

[He still doesn't get it. Not even after the in-home lessons Mary gave him on the NV. He figured out the video, text, and audio functions easy enough but the filters are still pretty confusing. It doesn't help that he's been up half the night trying to figure everything out either.

When Dean comes on screen he's got a ballpoint pen twirling between his forefinger and thumb, he's not impressed and has a tired look of annoyance on his face.]

C'mon Sam this is stupid.

I spent all damn day outside lookin' for you, at all the usual places too, and couldn't find you anywhere.

How long're you gonna keep hiding like a bitch?

[He doesn't like shooting blanks. He's pretty ticked under the surface but doesn't let it show. He only looks annoyed and is keeping his cool pretty easy considering the situation.

Dragging a hand down over his eyes as he bites back a yawn Dean lets his head loll for a second before looking back at the receiver from beneath his raised brows.]

Whatever this is it can't be any worse than what you did before.

I thought we were past this kind of attitude.

Don't make me find you, dude, 'cause when I do I'm gonna kick your ass for the under the radar crap.