Thirty-First Message [Video | Sheet of Paper]

[scramasax]

[All the usual. Usual poor lighting. Usual wall and ceiling colors. Usual voice out of no-longer-in-tact vocal chords.

Anthony himself, however, is entirely out of sight. On his own end, he's leaning forward to rest and focus.

He is very husky. Yet high. And hesitant. But steady. He's - perhaps not practiced, but mulled over what he's going to say, at least.

Coughs.]

-- It's Anthony Janvier. They're --

...We're talking. About -- what we have to do. Since - they're... talk - talking about us. More and more.

A - a while ago I asked if -- we should, um. Collect -- information about -- "mutants". On the network. A couple of times, to help - anyone else who's - going through extreme changes.

May -- perhaps if - we start. Uhmm. Discussing it now, we could - release, um. Some of the information to -- um, outside the network. So people will know what - to expect from us, don't expect anything that -- isn't true. So it'll be safer for them, and -- for us, to... start -- showing ourselves.

If, um. If everyone who's - not human could respond - describe ev - everything they know about what they are -- that-that-that they're comfortable with sharing, it -- would be... It could be helpful.

For -- for everyone. Not just me. You can -- discuss things amongst yourselves. Uh -- please don't - use text; I -- would rather be able to know what's going on.

[By all means use text if 'tisn't meant for him to hear.]

If you -- have to talk anymore -- to anyone, maybe they -- maybe we could - leave our Numbers. If that's all right. Or -- just keep talking here -- later I'll...

[He really can't say he will do anything. Or will be able to do anything, can't make any promises, and so he unceremoniously cuts it there to proceed.]

[Private to Alex K.]

[It doesn't so much as go through. He doesn't stop to bother with the idea of confirming, as it isn't as if it's doing any harm if it isn't. Muttering.]

Alex -- it's uhm. A-Anthony; I -- sent a message to the network. -- Need your help with it too, uhmm -- 'ss -- been a month, just - please say something. If you get this. Here or on the network, umm...

[And "cut".]


((OOC: In other words? A "tell me about your species"/"mutant type" sharing post! Anthony will be responding, but consider this a free-for-all post - if anyone says anything your character can tag, take it and/or threadjack at will.))

[Closed] follow, follow stars that leap

[thebalrogslayer]

Who: Gabriel, Liam and Ariel
What: Gabriel is now the oldest elf and he needs to at least try and be responsible or something
When: Monday 21st, evening
Where: Some hippy restaurant on the outskirts of the city

( seek the sunlight and the day )

[...Mirror, Video/Audio, late evening/night of the 21st]

[proudbraveandtall]

This is late news, but everyone, be careful.

[Hjalti does not sound well. Hell, Hjalti doesn't look well, either, and there's a reason for that: he's "broadcasting" from a hospital room, one of the small ones off the ER that patients are put into after a doctor's seen them while they wait for assignment to a full room. He's got a bruise spreading over the left side of his face and the little that can be seen of him is not wearing his normal work coveralls or beat-up comfortable shirts, but a hospital gown. He looks pretty annoyed, but actually wounded for the first time in a long time. Which he doesn't like.]

These bastards... figured out I'm your brother, Þór. Yeah, guess that was pretty obvious, and with me losing a foot in height over a couple months it was obvious I was in it too, but god. They followed me to my complex and tried to threaten me.

[He gives a grim smile, and even though he winces he doesn't seem to care about causing himself further pain.]

I made them rethink that. Got a pulse in all the confusion, started throwing them around like they wanted to do to me, then they pulled out a knife and a couple of pipes. Some of the Numbered stuff is good, but christ, even being a fighter in that past life can't give you all the skills right away. Don't think they were prepared for me to shrug off a pipe to the face, though.

[Obviously that still did something to him, since he blinks and closes his eyes for a moment, getting stabilization back, but most people would've crashed to the ground, possibly with a split skull. Thank god for durability.]

Anybody sees anyone coming up to them with pointed teeth or... what was... their eyes, their eyes glowed, run. Scream for help, find a public spot, something. A couple of my neighbors came out and they ran off to lick their wounds and Kevin called the ambulance, but we've got people on here who aren't fighters. And next time they might bring something more than a knife and a pipe. And I'm never going anywhere without weapons again.

Fifth Bite [Open/Video]

[scarlet_devil]

[One of the resident vampires turns up again on screen, but this time there is a stunned, almost disbelieving look on her face. Somewhere in the background there's a whispering voice, indistinct enough that even Emilia couldn't quite tell what was being said... If it was even coherent to begin with.]

I can't be the only one hearing this, can I...?

[She reaches up and adjusts the webcam, pointing it at the source of the sound. A glowing, indistinct sphere that shows up on the camera, which Emi's eyes can't quite see. They are still functionally human, after all.]

It's saying something, but I'm not sure what.

[Emi opened her mouth to continue, but a gasp interrupts her, her body suddenly overtaken by a sharp pain in her muscles... But just like that, it fades...] Ahh... I... may have had a pulse.

[She readjusts the webcam once more, but this time she manages to unintentionally crush it, ending the feed.]

text;

[bronographic]

Here's the million dollar question everyone: how do you repair a house in seven days, so that your parents don't come home to their house being totally wrecked?

Don't everyone come at once, single file lines will be upheld until further notice.
But, no, I'm actually serious. Kind of came home to one hell of a present, courtesy of the mafia.
Or, that's at least my theory of who those thugs were. Can't say I've had much of a run in with them before, but I have heard of them. They looked the type.

So, anyone proficient with fixing broken windows and/or doors? How about semi-burnt walls and other horseshit like that?
You know, small stuff. Nothing too fancy.

Now for part two of this fun-filled adventure: who can tell me about robots?
And I don't mean "Oh shit I'm becoming a robot, now I have rockets coming out of my ass" type of deal here, yo.
I have a robot that looks like me, with some sick shades, and even sicker fighting skills, and I'm not exactly sure what to do with him. Let alone, how to get him to listen at all. He seems pretty set on doing his own thing, but surprisingly it's probably not a good idea to have a stray robot on the loose.