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savetheearth2013-04-01 08:16 pm
secondcomingof) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-01 08:16 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- #network,
- a song of ice and fire: petyr baelish,
- a song of ice and fire: robb stark,
- final fantasy xiii: lightning,
- gundam unicorn: full frontal,
- gundam wing: lady une,
- homestuck: the psiioniic,
- kamen rider blade: hajime aikawa,
- metal gear: raiden,
- npc: paul ben,
- parasol protectorate: randolph lyall,
- transformers g1: starscream,
- yu-gi-oh!: bakura ryou
ᴏɴᴇ. [ video; later afternoon ]
[ Despite his reputation as a prominent figure, Casval Mass still held a certain aversion to showing his face in public when he deemed it unnecessary. The fact that he's doing so to what he's deduced to be a bunch of strangers, seemingly picked at random by some outside force, makes him all the warier.
But what Casval likes even less than an overabundance of frivolous contact is a serious lack of answers. And answers were nowhere to be found, in this situation. Those strange lights, those strange numbers connecting him to faces and places he didn't recognize, but above all else, that haunting name, Char Aznable, which plagued his dreams and stole away what little sleep he managed to grasp at night.
So even though anxiety prickles through his consciousness, he figures a straightforward effort on his part may be the only way to find those answers he's seeking—and with a click of a button and a flurry of digits he couldn't discard from his memory even if he tried, Casval makes his first appearance on the network. ]
Greetings. This is Captain Casval Mass, though I'm sure that name means nothing to any of you. In fact, from what I've gathered so far, none of our names mean anything to each other.
[ Leaning back in his office chair, Casval folds his hands, staring sternly at his monitor and speaking with a swift, sure tone, lightly accented, the mark of a tested politician. ]
While some of you appear to have written this off as some kind of joke or hoax, I would advise you that such a possibility is highly unlikely. I am no believer in gods or the mystical forces surrounding them, but for now, we have to accept that what's going on is beyond our present capabilities to understand.
And I would like to understand.
Therefore, I would request—merely for the purposes of resolving this matter, mind you, I've no true personal interest in how you may spend your time—that you all tell me a little bit about yourselves. More specifically, any recent happenings in your lives that have stricken you as odd, or out of place, something that you saw, heard, or felt, anything that can might be interconnected. Because we are all accessing this same "network", we must all then share something in common, even if it isn't immediately coming to mind. I, of course, will disclose whatever you wish to know, within reason.
As a final note, I am currently stationed at Fort Turner, on a joint military venture with your country. I don't expect to be staying very long, so if you would prefer to discuss matters in private, feel free to stop on by; just ask for Captain Mass at the gate and they'll wave you on through. [ His face twitches, briefly, as if to say any juvenile jokes regarding my name will result in painful strangling, courtesy of myself. ] We could always use an extra hand or two around the base, if you've skill with a wrench or some related field.
[ Casval bows his head to his audience and offers up a polite smile. ]
I look forward to working with all of you to arrive at a logical, and mutually beneficial, resolution.
[ And click! goes the feed. ]
(( Respond however you like here! Casval will be sitting at his computerdrinking tea like a boss or I left it open to anyone interested in some action for swinging on by the base. Public areas only, obviously, since they're not going to let just anyone go wandering around, but other than that have at it. Casval is NOT wearing any mask whatsoever, so you can disregard that in my icons for now. ))
But what Casval likes even less than an overabundance of frivolous contact is a serious lack of answers. And answers were nowhere to be found, in this situation. Those strange lights, those strange numbers connecting him to faces and places he didn't recognize, but above all else, that haunting name, Char Aznable, which plagued his dreams and stole away what little sleep he managed to grasp at night.
So even though anxiety prickles through his consciousness, he figures a straightforward effort on his part may be the only way to find those answers he's seeking—and with a click of a button and a flurry of digits he couldn't discard from his memory even if he tried, Casval makes his first appearance on the network. ]
Greetings. This is Captain Casval Mass, though I'm sure that name means nothing to any of you. In fact, from what I've gathered so far, none of our names mean anything to each other.
[ Leaning back in his office chair, Casval folds his hands, staring sternly at his monitor and speaking with a swift, sure tone, lightly accented, the mark of a tested politician. ]
While some of you appear to have written this off as some kind of joke or hoax, I would advise you that such a possibility is highly unlikely. I am no believer in gods or the mystical forces surrounding them, but for now, we have to accept that what's going on is beyond our present capabilities to understand.
And I would like to understand.
Therefore, I would request—merely for the purposes of resolving this matter, mind you, I've no true personal interest in how you may spend your time—that you all tell me a little bit about yourselves. More specifically, any recent happenings in your lives that have stricken you as odd, or out of place, something that you saw, heard, or felt, anything that can might be interconnected. Because we are all accessing this same "network", we must all then share something in common, even if it isn't immediately coming to mind. I, of course, will disclose whatever you wish to know, within reason.
As a final note, I am currently stationed at Fort Turner, on a joint military venture with your country. I don't expect to be staying very long, so if you would prefer to discuss matters in private, feel free to stop on by; just ask for Captain Mass at the gate and they'll wave you on through. [ His face twitches, briefly, as if to say any juvenile jokes regarding my name will result in painful strangling, courtesy of myself. ] We could always use an extra hand or two around the base, if you've skill with a wrench or some related field.
[ Casval bows his head to his audience and offers up a polite smile. ]
I look forward to working with all of you to arrive at a logical, and mutually beneficial, resolution.
[ And click! goes the feed. ]
(( Respond however you like here! Casval will be sitting at his computer
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Very funny.
[ Hahahaha. Can't you just hear that dry as dirt laughter through the text? ]
When did this start happening? Give me an approximate timeframe.
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What did the notebook say, when it wrote back? Was it someone else on the network?
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[[Yep. He's being a little dick. Sorry, Casval. Only he's not.]]
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You're a student, then? What school are you attending?
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Locke High
[[Look, he's not even using a witticism for the school name. Even though it kinda begs for one.]]
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Class?
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I see.
I was experimenting with a notebook earlier, myself. It seems the numbers will work with just about anything, so long as it's a surface that can be written upon. Any ideas as to why that is?
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[[Science may do a lot of amazing stuff, but a string of numbers can't turn a notebook into a two way conversation when the other person was nowhere near it.]]
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...do you think such a thing is possible?
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Publicly, I can't say I'm able to show much support on that front without being branded a laughing stock. It's a tricky situation.
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Nonetheless, your straightforwardness and willingness to... suspend a certain degree of disbelief is appreciated. Thank you.
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It's no trouble! No point in trying to be logical about things that defy logic, right?
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But he likes the cut of your jib, kid, so you're spared the worst of his pomp and British-stance. ]
Ironically, that may be just the sort of attitude that winds up saving us.
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