savetheearth | Entries tagged with grimm: nick burkhardt

Who: Brooke, Kotetsu, Neil, Nick, Ravi, Xander
When: April 11th, Friday; late evening
Where: Ravi's apartment
What: Beer, cupcakes, and Godzilla movies gets interrupted by an appearance of the secrets-unlocking keychain monster.

( [something appropriately ominous] )

detectivetroll

Who: Karl, Lyall, Melissa, and Nick
Where: A restaurant somewhere!
When: Forward dated to 4/11, after school gets out
What: Four friends getting together for dinner
Warnings: Nothing more than some drinking and probably adult-ish conversation

Nick hadn't been kidding when he'd told Alex that Karl and Lyall were going to have to fend for themselves coffee-wise for a little bit. After hearing about the couple of encounters Alex'd had with coffee-shop invading card gangs, he was going to be avoiding them for a little bit. But to make up for not bringing them coffee over the week, he'd texted them to see if they were free for dinner after school on Friday. His treat, of course.

When he'd mentioned it to Melissa, as the reason why he was actually taking off earlier than usual, she'd decided to come with.

Which was how they'd all ended up in Nick's car, Karl and Melissa in the back and Lyall up front with him as Nick occasionally glances in the rearview mirror and considers making a comment about the rules of making out in his backseat.

...it'll probably only encourage Melissa, so for the moment, he refrains.

"Any opinions on what kind of food you guys want for dinner?

detectivetroll

Who: Anthony Janvier and Nick Burkhardt
Where: Their apartment
When: Backdated to 3/29
What: Swordplay lessons with a new twist
Warnings: None, I think?

It's sort of a relief to get back to swordplay lessons. Honestly, they do as much for Nick as they probably do for Anthony, and it feels good to have them back. To settle back into something that used to be routine, even if it's obviously different. But this is a different that Nick knows how to handle - they just have to adjust, that's all, to modify things. He can do that.

They're in the living room, furniture pushed back like usual, both holding on to blunted practice swords, as Nick considers.

"Let's go with hearing, yeah? Do you want me to keep talking so you can hear where I am, or do you want to just dive right in to trying to listen for footsteps and breathing and that kind of thing?"

professorwolf

[Private text to Hajime, Nick:]

We're leaving on Sunday, the 13th, at eleven in the morning :) Hopefully we manage to have fun instead of actually dealing with me going crazy.

[Phone call to Reilanin:]

Rei? I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

[Text to Bakura, Karl, Julien:]

I just wanted to let you know I'll be out of town for most of spring break, next week. It seemed a good excuse for getting out of the city for the full moon. I'll be testing just how much of the wolf goes away. Don't worry, I won't be going alone, just in case.

goldenclothes

[ well. she's back. not everything is wrapped up- there's a lot of paperwork with the lawyers still pending. her father's house will probably be on the market for awhile.

she isn't sure if it's good to be home, because her apartment doesn't feel like home anymore. everything feels unsecured without any family to go back to.

but there are better things to worry about. things she'd rather think about now. ]

Is there anyone sticking around in Locke City willing to teach me how to shoot a gun?

Running and jumping is fine and all, but it's not much of a help to anyone else but me.

flamberge

[Good evening, Network! The face of one Karl Aurion pops up on screen, said face not being seen at all today since both the high school and the police station got a call about him being sick today. It isn't too hard to see why that call got made.

Though no sign of sickness is visible, he does look... odd. His red hair is now an odd, if slightly unnatural shade of red, his face is void of any former signs of his age, the visible portion of his shirtless torso (none of his shirts really fit well anymore whoops) looks like it belongs to a dedicated body builder and, most notably, his once green eyes are now a vibrant shade of red.]

Is anyone here aware of an optometrist who would not ask questions about someone possessing an unnatural eye color or at least know of a location where I can obtain cheap colored contacts until I can locate one myself? Being seen in public, at the station in particular, with this eye color would draw suspicion and is something I'd rather avoid if at all possible.

[The hair can get explained via bad dye job and good clothes can cover up the muscles but the eyes? Yeah, not so easy. And yes he is only just now making a post about this despite waking up like this cause reasons. Ah, and just as Karl is about end the connection, he remembers something else he'd been meaning to say.]

Also, some time ago, Sophie proposed the idea about those of us in possession of enhanced strength forming a club of sorts to help the other deal with the ability and minimize the inevitable property damage. Though I presently lack the time to search for a suitable location to hold this sort of meeting and organize it, should there be any interest, I can attempt to figure something out in the upcoming weeks.

stopinthenameofawe

Who: Melissa Lyre, her double, and whoever runs across her.
What: Melissa's at work, but she also seems to be wandering around the city. And something is... different.
When: Sunday, all day
Where: Either at the station (for the original), or pretty much anywhere around town.
( mirror mirror on the wall )

detectivetroll

Who: Nick Burkhardt, Anthony Javier, Alex Kusnitz
When: Backdated to 3/21
Where: Campsite on the outskirts of Locke
What: Attempting to grab a little piece of something less dangerous than aliens and giant pink snakes, before the next wave of crazy happens.

( It's been an insane week, and it's... probably not going to get less insane any time soon. )

amberhearted

Who: Alexander, open!
When: March 29th through the first week of April.
Where: Various locations in Locke City.
What: Encounters with the no-longer-quite-so-mundane item monsters both on and off the clock.
Warnings: tba!

Various prompts in the comments!

A: Playing cards versus Starbucks
B: Answering a monster-related 911 call
C: Bring your own adventure

Prompts are in prose, but it doesn't matter which format you use. I'll match!

flamberge

Who: Calling all cops + special FBI guest star
When: 3/19, evening
Where: Private room at a karaoke bar
What: Figuring out what to do and what to say to the FBI

( and then do some drunk singing )

professorwolf

Who: Randall Lyall, various versions, and OPEN
When: All week
Where: The high school, his house, and around the city
What: Catch-all log for the week

With school back in session and the full moon for the month behind him-- and four transformations, to go with it, to his dismay and annoyance-- Lyall is trying to get something of a routine going again. Difficult, what with everything still a mess downtown and rumors still flying, but he's trying. At least he has school again, and his students, even if half of them are sure he has something to do with everything that went down, and the other half are busy laughing at the half who do.

Also difficult, when he's tempted to experiment with wolf shape, now that he can. Midway through the week, he gives in, but at least he does is responsibly: he calls some of his usual guards for the full moon to invite them to keep an eye on him. Just in case he loses it. And then wolfishly begs them to let him out of the house, once it actually works and he's himself again, inside the wolf body.

Wandering the city as a wolf, for half the night, is probably not a great way to keep those students from thinking something's up, when he comes in the next morning yawning... but it was still exciting. And this time, he can be sure he didn't bite anyone!

((feel free to run into him at school or around the city, visit his house, or meet the wolf :3 only problem with the latter is, he doesn't know how to change back yet ;) so it'll be animal pantomime time!))

detectivetroll

A lot of you are probably aware of this, but right now, the local police are under some pretty heavy investigation by the FBI. The ones who are close with Sherman in particular, obviously, and all of those arrests. All that means for the network is that the cops aren't monitoring or looking for anyone right now. They're keeping their heads down.

As far as the police are concerned, the alien being destroyed isn't the end of it. There are more of them coming, now that the snake was taken out.

Sherman isn't worried at all, I'm pretty sure he really believes the aliens are going to take care of everything, since we destroyed the snake for them. Chief Edwards is... really worrying. About the FBI, about the aliens, everything.

There hasn't been any communication, or any sign of activity from the aliens that are supposed to be coming. Honestly, I have no idea what that actually means.

[He pauses for a moment, then just ends it there. Nick doesn't bother using a proxy like he has before, because he's not sure how much longer it's going to matter. By now, there's enough cops on the network that he doesn't feel the need to explain himself, unless he's asked.]

[Private to Karl and Melissa]
Do you guys have any idea what the hell you're going to say?

[Private to Anthony and Alex K.]
Either of you have any interest in going on an overnight camping trip? I apparently pulsed back a pretty awesome camping trailer, and I could use a vacation.

atethecanary

People are annoying enough without having to hear every single thing they're whispering about.

[Julian didn't plan on having to deal with snake attacks and getting super hearing back this week. His voice shows he obviously isn't a very happy camper right now, and it's equal parts cranky and demanding.]

I have earplugs but it's not like I can use those all the time. Someone tell me how to make it better.

[Private to Lyall]

Whoever you are Nick told me you could help. Now fix it.

stopinthenameofawe

Who: Nick and Melissa
When: Saturday, March 15th, night
Where: Melissa's apartment
What: Clearly the best time to write a business plan for your backup job of being a stripper is when you're drunk. Right? Right. Also there is a stripper pole in Melissa's apartment. Yup.
( this is a good alternative to corrupt cop ok )

stopinthenameofawe

[It's been a long, long day at the police station, and the press hadn't been helping things along. Melissa's usually good at dealing with public relations problems, but this... this one threw her.]

So who thought it would be funny to tell the press there's a sex scandal going on in the police department?

[yeah guess who everyone now suspects of this. luckily for whoever it is, melissa is more exhausted than angry.]

theearth

Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]

[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

detectivetroll

Who: Nick and Melissa
When: February 19th, after work
Where: A bar
What: Corrupt cops and now monster hunters, but still not strippers

Nick isn't usually the type of guy to carry a bag with him, unless it's the first aid kit he keeps in his car. But he hadn't exactly wanted to bring in the ancient-looking book filled with creepy drawings and graphic descriptions, not to mention the suspicious and odd-looking weapons, into the bar just out in the open. So he has a small duffel bag with him, looped over one shoulder and held close in a way that he hopes looks like he's just trying to avoid hitting anyone with it, and not at all like he's being way too protective over it.

Weird, creepy, and dangerous or not, he's pretty sure everything in there is a family heirloom of some kind.

He'd headed for the bar as soon as he got off work, fortunately more or less at a reasonable hour, tonight. As soon as he gets there, he looks for Melissa - but if he can't find her, he'll pick a corner booth for them, back out of the way, and settle down with a beer to wait.

whiterabbit_dot_obj

oh god I never thought I'd use the fact that only numbered people can see or hear the Network like this but I need a distraction

I am basically trapped in the conference room at work for lunch while I wait for an audio conference meeting to start

alone

and someone in the office is listening to a 50 Shades audiobook very loudly

I don't know who it is but I can hear everything clearly through the air vents

H E L P

professorwolf

[There's a somewhat frustrated, exhausted, and pained-sounding biology teacher on the network Thursday morning, before school starts.]

I am officially calling in sick until Monday. At least Monday. I went wolf last night. It wasn't the full moon, that's tomorrow night. I don't know what happened. If I ran into you... I am so sorry. I don't know what changed, but something did.

So. I'll be needing my clavigers tonight. It might happen again. If you aren't too busy. Friday is taken care of, but tonight... I don't think I can manage it.

Also, if someone could perhaps send one of the doctors over here... I believe I got shot at some point? Not that I blame whoever did it. But it is a little inconvenient, and my bandaging isn't as good as it could be.

[Apparently he's got a bit of understatement going on there. Inconvenient, indeed. At that point, he signs off, at least until people start contacting him back.]

stopinthenameofawe

WHO: Melissa, Nick, Karl, and Kotetsu
WHAT: DRINKING. And trying to get the older guys laid. Yup.
WHEN: Saturday evening, February 15
WHERE: Some bar somewhere.
NOTES: Yeah they're going to be talking about sex. Have fun??

( this will be fun )

flamberge

Who: Randolph Lyall, Karl Aurion and Nick Burkhardt
When: 2/10
Where: Lyall's classroom
What: Two modified cops and a werewolf teacher drink some coffee together.

( and brings people together! )

scramasax

[The first line is in fact written in after the second one.]

This is Anthony. Who else knows John Mitchell's number?

[He does know a few; the question is who's available to respond.]

healspec

[Jan 25, shortly after the meeting and the accidental death of David Proud.]

[Ravi just feels numb, but he realizes it's important to inform the network how things turned out, so here he is. everything is still kind of sinking in, so he doesn't have much to say about it beyond the bare facts.]

Snakes are gone. Proud is dead.

[pause. he considers adding in a 'sorry,' but ultimately decides it's too much effort in his current emotional state and doesn't.]

goldenclothes

Who: Reilanin, Robert, Nathaniel, Arlene, Nick
When: Backdated to the evening of January 30th
Where: The abandoned subways!
What: Just checkin' things out.
Warnings?: None! ...yet?

( Yay, adventure? )

idealofhope

Well, I just lost 10 Gs.

How's your Sunday going?

goldenclothes

I'm curious to know about the state of the sewers since Proud's been out of them. If there's anything left of interest to look at.

More of a head's up than anything.

[ it doesn't sound like anything else will happen, but if anything does, well. there's some forewarning for you folks. ]

seabeast

( [ private; to arthur ] )

[ Hello. It is around 1 AM. What is going on in this text post. ]

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lookit al thoes funn y lil speks
haha
waht ar they all for i wodner
!!!!!!! oh thse ones be excitment i no thta one
away with ye ill figger it otu

schild

[ Scribbled on a piece of paper ]

Wedding Plans!!

DATES. Spring? Summer?

Colors?? (Ask Karson??) I don't know about that...

Flowers? ~~are these really necessary~~ YES! they are.

Invitations? Maybe ~~guage~~ gauge interest??

Venues. ~~It doesn't have to be a huge thing~~ But still!

Alright, Network. We need help. Have any of you guys ever planned a wedding?

[ And yes, the slightly smaller font is Bertl. ]

amberhearted

Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]

detectivetroll

I used to think it'd be easier if I just forgot all of this, but it turns out that it's really unnerving if it actually happens. Especially when there's no reason for it.

Maybe it was a 'six months on the network' anniversary.

This is Nick, for those of you who know me. I remember everything again.

[Individual texts sent out via cell phone if he has it, network number if he doesn't, to: Yuji, Kotetsu, Ray, Lyall, Karl, Melissa, Anthony, Axlex, Barnaby, John Mitchell, and vampire!Alex.]

You're all safe, I didn't do anything to put the network in danger when I didn't remember it. ...but I did think I was with Sherman legitimately, and agreed to get modified.

[Private message to Ravi.]

This is going to sound like a weird request, but whenever you have a free moment, can I use your medical expertise? I'd like to be checked out by someone on the network who I trust.

detectivetroll

Who: Nick and Monroe
What: After over a week of forgetting the network, Nick's echoes suddenly come back
When: 1/20, night
Where: Monroe's house

( and amnesia plots are overdone anyway )

stopinthenameofawe

[Melissa knows that how she went about her post was a mistake. An understandable one, maybe, but a mistake all the same. She still doesn't particularly care for this network, nor does she trust half the people on it, but she had enough intelligible conversations and found enough people on here that actually does like and respect that she's willing to give it a chance.

Hopefully they won't blow it.

This video post is very tactical- she considered anonymous text, but it wouldn't lend her any credibility. She's chosen not to wear her police uniform as well, instead appearing in a tank top ('accidentally' showing off a little bit of cleavage- not enough to look terribly obvious but hey, whatever helps) and a simple pair of jeans. Overall, a pretty nonthreatening look. But, well. Looks can be deceiving. Not that she's going to let that be obvious right now.]

...Hey. So, I guess this is my official apology for flipping out on you all as a whole. My name's Melissa Lyre, and I'm a sargent with the Locke City police. I've been working with Sherman for the past several months, and got a Pulse or Echo or whatever we're calling them right as I woke up from my modifications. That doesn't necessarily excuse what I posted in my introduction, but I thought you deserved some context. [That's about all the information you're getting on her, however.]

Most of you are probably aware at this point, but the information the police have been given as to why they should be on the look out for... 'Numbers' people is both inaccurate and leaving out some pretty crucial points. I believe Karl's clued everyone in on about as much information as we're given, so I can't really add more there.

I'm well aware that several of you probably still aren't going to trust me, and I am by no means going to try and force you. [see also: her not trusting you.] I would, however, like to share two thoughts with you.

Firstly, I would suggest a few people possibly step up who are relatively good at explaining everything, and can keep up a relatively level-heaed conversation should something like this happen again. Especially if they're less willing to listen. [Because her first impression of you all was a bunch of dumbass, power-tripping teenagers. This is probably not the impression you want.]

And secondly, one thing Karl failed to inform you of...

[Here, her rather businesslike expression shifts into something resembling a slight smirk.]

His hair is now the fluffiest thing ever. Swear to god. If you get the chance, mess with it a bit. It's kind of soothing, and it pisses him off a bit.

[And with that final note, Melissa will give a two finger salute, sign off, and brace herself for what she's sure is still going to be a pretty bad backlash. She had a hard place to recover from, after all.]

detectivetroll

Who: Melissa and Nick
When: January 8th, lunch time
Where: A cafe with delicious food.
What: Nick and Melissa talking about being on the network versus being with Sherman

( but there's no punchline )

loveyoubaby

Who: Max Kawasaki, Nick Burkhardt
When: wait no mid-january some time. Evening maybe.
Where: Dead District
What: Max is a big dumb asshole and decided cruising around the Dead District looking for trouble is a good idea. Nick is not a big dumb asshole and thus is unamused.

( and then stuff happened )

professorwolf

Who: Randall Lyall and OPEN
When: All day at the high school, plus a thread for after school with Bakura
Where: Locke High School
What: School is back in session! And Lyall is available for various things

Though the After School Numbers Club isn't technically in session until the police presence at the high school has died down, Lyall is still available if anyone needs to talk, study, or just hang out a bit after school or during breaks between classes. He has his laptop open to a "blank Word document" which is actually scrolling the network feeds all day, and he's apparently perfectly happy to get back to the daily grind.

Mostly because this way he feels less cut off from the rest of the world, compared to during winter break. Even the network doesn't make up for not seeing lots of people every day to keep an eye on them.

hollowleg

so what danny said about me is true. i took a bite out of him. it was my fault, for sure, because i forgot my lunch that day and haha so hungry. anyway i've been trying my very best to stay away from people but i have to go back to work soon or else i won't have any money

SO first part of this post is to tell you all to avoid the Magnificent Bakery on Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Those are the days I work. It's numbers club people that are most in danger. i'm usually ok if i make sure to eat.

the other thing is… does the word "Hollow" mean anything to anyone here? I found out that's what I am. they're these… ghosts, I guess. Monsters, obake. Spirits who have wandered the earth so long that they get overcome by their despair and mutate into monsters with skull-like masks, and eat other ghosts and people to try and fill the holes in their hearts. Are those a "thing" for anyone else?

… i'm not sure what to do. is there a cannibals anonymous?

oh. I hope everyone enjoyed their gifts. there were no human body parts in the cookies i promise. just sugar and flour and happiness.

[PRIVATE: BROOKE REYNOLDS]

Hey, you're a mortician, right? I need human… flesh, i guess. anything you can spare. bones, organs, whole limbs. anything.

moarnomsplz

[Alex seems to have forgotten (it's possible he never knew) that having his mouth crammed full of cinnamon buns makes him even more incapable than usual of making sounds that resemble words.]

Ffnnly, mm yusffl phhlse!

earnedmystripes

[Look! It's a ~~wild~~ Kotetsu! And he's even looking festive for the holidays, with his usual tie swapped out for a red one with white and green snowflakes, and there's a reindeer on his blazer.]

Heeeey you guys. Merry Christmas! Happy holidays. Happy something at least...

--So uh, with Christmas so soon and all and the earthquake stuff and that great care package idea, I was thinking. If any of you guys have been having a hard time moneywise, cause of pulse stuff making you have to quit your jobs or life just sucking in general? Lemme know. Like, if anyone still needs a place to stay and aren't covered by the safehouses already? I've got some room. I mean, mostly it'd be a couch and the floor, but I've got a lotta extra pillow and blankets and stuff and I could probably swing a couple sleeping bags or some of those fold-up cots or something.

At the least you'd get a roof, and--[A beat. A self-deprecating chuckle.] well, a home-cooked meal'd be a lie, cause I can't cook for shit, but going out to dinner could be a thing if you'd like.

[There's. A pause! Kotetsu scritches at his cheek briefly, considering.]

...Ooooor even if you don't need any of that and could just use a little extra help making sure your friends and family get gifts this year. Consider it kinda like my blanket gift to the whole network, aa? Since I don't know all of you personally.

( Private to Bakura, Toshirou, Shiro, Barnaby, Avery, Banagher, Chris, Fay, Lyall, Octavia and Mamoru )

detectivetroll

Who: a lot of people okay, the list got long
Where: the farmhouse just outside of town
When: 12/21, night time
What: Farmhouse investigation (an OOC plotting post is up here, and a spreadsheet with team info is here!)
Warnings: violence, maybe?

( but it's aliens )

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