sirenspull | Entries tagged with c: yosuke hanamura

[ Aslan stands on the site where the baseball diamond once stood. The Darkness has already descended, and in the night, he appears to be a beacon, shining for a light a hope.

His expression is grave. ]

I will be returning to Narnia at dawn.

To those who wish to accompany me or require guidance through the In-Between Places of the World, I will assist you as I am able.

For those who remain- take heart in the days that lie ahead. Light will ever shine, even in the deepest darkness.

My thoughts shall not be far from your cause.

madannoshashu

[ Good evening, Siren's Port. This may or may not be a familiar face, but tonight, Xigbar stands upon a rooftop, the headquarters of the Xino E. Mao Corporation in the background. He's wearing the black coat this time, as opposed to his more business-like attire, and as he begins his address, there a flames visible somewhere in the distance. ]

Good evening, Siren's Port -- or fellow Newcomers, should I say?

[ He waves a hand, and shadows start forming behind him. ]

Normally, I'd say a little something about AGI or the wonders of corporate power. [ He shrugs. ] But now? [ His smile broadens. ] I'd say it'd be a little dishonest, wouldn't you?

[ Behind him, the tower he once reigned in as CBO erupts in dark flames, and the shadows behind him materialize into a recognizable form. There's three of them, jaws snapping lightly.

Xigbar flashes a demented smile towards the camera. ]

The Darkness is upon us, friends. Let's make use of the time we have left.

[ With that, he shuts off the feed. ]

asano_san

[During his time in Siren's Port, Keigo has come to the network crying over various slights both real and imagined, been coerced through blackmail and magical Halloween costumes into declaring horribly embarrassing things, and spent more time shouting into his NV than is generally advisable.

But today - today is a good day!]

Guess what? I have a date!

[A slight pause.]

With a girl!

[Another slight pause.]

My age!

[He waits for the congratulations to come pouring in.]

((OOC: Date and girl are real, but NPC, because nobody really wants to subject their character to a romance with Keigo. Disbelief, however, is expected and highly welcome.))

psychopath

Oh, but I've never had a twenty-fifth birthday before! It's hard to have one when you die a year before; it wasn't a very nice thing. I think I died of infection, I wouldn't recommend it. [spoilers, he never died.] I wouldn't recommend my century either, it was miserable.

Is there anything a person should have done or seen by the age of twenty-five? I'd like to catch up!

[private to Ciel Phantomhive and Alois Trancy:]
I've offered one of my friends a place to stay, in our home, she's willing to clean and help around the house...would that be all right?

Also, can we get more rabbits? Please?

asano_san

[There are three things that are notable about this post.

1. Keigo is looking frantic, even for him.

2. He has an impressive zit on the end of his nose.

3. The bit of background scenery showing behind his head looks like the point where a roof meets the sky.]

Guys?

GUYS?!

What's happening to me? I'm not supposed to fly!

momchester

[The first thing you hear is a rush of labored breath. Whoever's posting clearly is having some- issues.]

Hi. [Issues indeed. She sounds shaky.] Uh- I wouldn't do this as a post, but the nurses are only giving me about ninety seconds before I go into surgery. I just- have some thoughts.

Uh.

A lot of people are getting attacked by this weird Darkness monster- it's. [Loud breath.] A regular monster, no wings or ooze, but it's incredibly strong. It's durable, it's- not normal.

There's something wrong about it. I don't know what, but-

-a list of people attacked. We need to organize. There has to be a pattern.

I can talk about this later. In the mean time, any stories anybody has about this monster, I'd appreciate it.

[There is already a post and a list being made, but Mary is word vomiting a little here. She had to beg the nurses for a second to contact her family, and wound up braindumping about the monster out of her demented sense of obligation to the entire world all at once. Oops.

Also, all replies will come IC-ly several hours later.]

jokesonthem

[So, there was that horror movie marathon the other night? And Reim was tricked into attending. He had never seen a horror movie before this incident, and he never wants to see one again.]

Are these "horror films" really supposed to be entertaining? They're so [.....] troubling. What a strange custom...

[Inside he is weeping.]

How would one go about forgetting ever seeing any?

[That's exactly what he means, but it sounds so lame ugh!! So:]

That is to say, perhaps there are less disturbing customs with which to occupy one's time...?

reassures

[The first thing you see is a white haired boy with red eyes in a sharp black suit. He shakes his head and sits back.] Ok, now important thing to remember. These shades operate based on thought. So don't go turning-

[His brows come down as he sighs.] No, no. Think text function, and it will kick over to translating your thoughts into words.

[He steps out of view before it clicks over.]

see like that
lets get this ready to go
floors yours

[The person Dave is talking to isn't apparent at first; they don't reply verbally while he's speaking, and a few moments after the video feed switches off, more text appears.]

like this? oh!

is it connected? the network

it needs to go there

fyi third person is not the way to go
its connected to the network
just keep going

what?

[She doesn't really get it, but instead of waiting, she posts the pictures she took of the monster that's been attacking people, but the most important one is this one.]

( heartless picture under the cut )

this thing is what's been attacking people. It attacked me, and I think it might have killed Ino. I dont know who else has been attacked.

Guns dont work on it. knives don't work on it. Im not sure what does. it was so fast

If you see it you need to escape

if you have any information about it
dont talk about it on here
come see us face to face
because crazy idea here
it might be someone on the network thats behind this and anyone can see this info
seems really dumb to blather it all out on here

((ooc; Both Dave and Nill will be replying to people!))

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.]

vamping_it_up

[Layla's been careful to wait until the disorientation has worn off before making a post on her NV. The Greeter has explained some of the basics, and while it's all a little hard to swallow, she's aware that she's not being lied to.

When she turns on her NV, the network gets to see a teenage girl with red eyes, dark hair, and an odd skull hairpin that's matching her facial expressions, if one is watching closely enough. Another detail the more observant denizens might pick up on is her long incisor teeth, but only if they look carefully. She's not showing her fangs off.]

Hello, Siren's Port. My name is Layla Delacroix. I'm not from around here and I've got a few questions for you. First things first: have any of you seen my little sister, Nina? She's got green eyes, purple and black hair, she's tiny, friendly, and she loves chocolate. She'll probably be totally freaking out, so if you find her, give her some chocolate and let her know that Layla's going to come and find her, all right? Also, if anyone's seen people named Tiffany Winters, Diodore Renoir, or Kade Whiteclaw, let me know.

[Even with just the limited information she's managed to learn so far, Layla really doesn't like the idea of her innocent little sister running around here unattended.]

Second: I need blood. I'm ah...severely anemic. I also get very bad sunburns, so it would be better if we met after dark. Help a girl out? I can't exactly go and get a job if I'm too out of it to work.

[No one will figure out that she's a vampire, right? Of course not.]

Third: Cute clothes. Anyone know where I can find some in this city? As nice as my dress is, wearing it every single day is all kinds of tacky.

[She makes a face. Whether it's the idea of wearing the same thing every day or her next question that she finds distasteful is anyone's guess.]

Oh. And my fourth and last question - is anyone hiring for later shifts? I'm kind of a night person.

rapturescreed

[The feed turns on, and Raul Creed and Vincent Law are on the screen. Vincent is the one standing up, and Raul is the one sitting down on a park bench, a brightly colored playground in the background. It seemed the right thing to do, to go back to what could only be the scene of the crime.]

This is a problem. Whoever has done this is going to pay. ["Vincent" says formally, very unlike how he usually talks, and the expression on his face is one of anger, much different than the usual one.

"Raul" starts to say something.] Maybe we should--

[Then "Vincent" turns to "Raul" and yells.] Be quiet! Or better yet, get the hell out of my body! Don’t touch anything, don’t say anything, just get out of there!

If you could just let me get a word in edgewise-- ["Raul" says plaintively, before getting cut off again.

Raul is this close to tackling him, but "Vincent" looks back at the NV instead.]

This is Raul Creed speaking, and we require some assistance. Preferably of the kind that deals in supernatural means, or has had experience with this "body switching" experience already. We know that this is not the first time this has happened, but I want this man ["Vincent" points at "Raul".] Out of my body immediately.

[Ah, at last an expression that looks at home on Raul's face. He looks fed up.]

You think I'm enjoying this? I'd get out if I could, believe me. I'm not all that happy with you in my body either, you know.

["Vincent" turns back and looks at "Raul".]

Shut! Up!

[The feed ends.]

[ooc note: Raul's replies will be from Vincent's journal and vice-versa!]

vinovidivici

[ If anyone but Chane knew about Claire's current preoccupation with killing off the Newcomer Hunters, they might be surprised by how sentimental a serial killer could be over a little disappearance. He's turning a dog-eared letter over in his hands and looking alert, but thoroughly dejected. First Firo, now this. ]

Kaiji Itou's gone. I'll be heading by the Memorial later to pay some respects, if anyone's headed likewise and wants some company. It's not every day you lose a brother, after all. [ Claire puts the letter flat on his desk and spins it morosely. When the money had come through and they'd realized what it meant, he'd said the first thing to buy with it ought to be something to go on the Memorial, but... ] ... I don't know, though, bringing flowers doesn't seem like it'd be much his style...

[ He suddenly looks up wide-eyed, as though he can't believe he didn't pick up on the significance of this before. ]

Ah! This means I'm considerin' candidates for my best man again! I don't have a date for you to save but it can't help to think ahead, right? Step right up, you don't even have to be a fella. [ genu-wine equal rights activist here ]

discretion

[A young man's voice, perhaps familiar. Cheerful, but with a great strain and weariness beneath it.]

--I'm sorry everyone, it seems I've been late.

I hope I haven't put anyone out too much.

sequincy

Nara Shikamaru is missing. There are some already out searching for him, but if anyone knows something, please inform me.

laurice

[Everyone should have a lovely view of Larry lying in a dumpster, holding his NV up. Yes, complete with stinking trash and icky things. His clothes are ripped and torn and stained in several places, the stains ranging from dirt and mud to dried blood. His hair is tousled and clearly hasn't been washed in ages. And of course, his face is a little scratched and very dirty.

He abruptly sits up with a clatter of garbage; his eyes are wide with shock, as if he'd just seen a ghost. With two heads.]

Aaaaaaaah! I'm alive! [He screams the words as if he was standing several meters away.] I can't believe I'm alive, guys! Oh man, the last thing I remember was being hunted and...and...

[Larry practically presses his filthy face into his NV, continuing his rant.]

I was dead! For real! I died and then I woke up in this dumpster! What was that all about?! [He glances down at his clothes. The only thing that is intact and clean is his orange pendant, of course. Then he sniffs. When something smells...] Why does it always have to be me?!

[While clutching the NV, he heaves himself out of the dumpster - and falls flat onto the pavement.] Owwww...by the way, does anyone know how to use a halberd? Y'know, those long ax things?

[OOC: Larry was actually killed during the Newcomer Hunt, but thanks to a certain little cat/rabbit thing that grants wishes ~~and thanks to Auste being a doofus~~, he's alive again and no one ever knew he was six feet under for a while, ahahaha.]

maddeninghatter

[ This bright Sunday morning finds Gilbert Nightray sitting behind the wheel of a black jaguar convertible. ]

I'm realizing that I've been a rut, lately. All I do is look after my young master, fret about things uselessly, and work.

[ It isn't his car. ]

So I thought I'd go for a drive, reacquaint myself with the city. Would anyone care to join me? You could point out some things that I've been taking for granted.

[ In fact, he's never driven a car before. ]

I'd be happy to exchange a lift in exchange for a bit of tour guiding, what do you say?

[ Xerxes Break is "borrowing" Ciel Phantomhive's car and Gilbert's body. The feed ends with the sound of a powerful engine growwwwwwwwling to life! ]

blondejokes

There had better be a good reason why I'm fighting- [ A grunt is followed by the sound of flesh being punctured. ]- against these blood-thirsty... things and why I'm not in Konoha.

[ Ino is not very happy. Or informed, actually, because she left as soon as she came to. ]

treehopping

[Wow Siren's Port, you're surrounded by leaves! Sunlit greenery everywhere, what magic is this!

Oh hang on, you're in a tree, how awesome is that? You can hear some scrambling as the owner of this NV makes herself comfortable on the branch and then picks it up, the screen coming to focus on Rue's face.]

Hi everybody. [She sounds a little shy, but hey, she's not running away this time.]

I've been here, um... I think over a month now. That's a while, at least it seems to be to me. [Given the high risk she had of not living even another week before;;;]

I know I probably gave people a fright before, but I'm okay now. My name's Rue. I met a lot of kind people after I arrived who helped me out. I like it here, actually, even if it's not perfect. Like everyone's jumping on Newcomers about that missing girl...

But it's nice people are so worried about her, I hope she's found soon. [If at all. Rue's seen too many people lose their children, including her own family.]

I have a question, actually. Um, I promised someone I'd go to school here, so I want to do that.I think the schools here are different than home though, so where should I go?

bloodyantivan

[The NV is focused on Zevran against a nondescript wall: off-white, cracked in places, but nothing distinctive. He smiles. He is dressed, as usual, in his light leather armor, though the daggers he typically carries on his back are not currently visible.]

So... it appears I am about to be evicted.

Does anyone have a little spare room for an elf of many skills? I don't mind sharing a bed. [That's accompanied by a wide, wide grin.]

symmachy

[scathach is sitting on the edge of a building. she's only outside because there are just a few clouds in the sky, so she isn't too worried about getting a sunburn. she's holding the nv in one hand, arm resting on her knee, so the frame is a little crooked.]

Now that a cure has been found, I hope that all of the sick will be on their feet soon.

[just pleasantries. she's clearly getting to business now, because she actually looks to the camera, straightening the picture.]

I was hoping there would be some kind of school here akin to Xavier's Institute, but I have yet to stumble upon one. In light of this, if someone could direct me to a local dojo, I would greatly appreciate it. And if there is no dojo, I will need space to build one.

[oh right.]

I'm a teacher of the martial arts and weapons combat. I suppose I should mention that I'm open for lessons right now, though they will have to be in a public space, preferably a park or field. If anyone is interested in learning, tell me now. Lessons start tomorrow.

[and with a curt nod, she cuts the feed.]