savetheearth | Entries tagged with attack on titan: eren yeager

[ The video opens with a chaotic shot of Walter's backyard. It finally (sort of) stabilizes on Walter's face, which is... not looking great. His nose is bleeding, his mouth is bleeding, and even his ears seem to be bleeding. There's a pair of nasty looking puncture wounds near the base of his neck. It looks like something bit him.

Please, I need -- they're here, at my house --

[ He doesn't have a lot of time to deliver a message, though, because 'they' -- a trio of mafia members -- exit through the back door of his house. They don't seem to be in any hurry, and they're even laughing. This is a pathetic escape attempt.

( cut for violence/gore )

drama8om8

Who: Any teenagerly types enticed by Octavia's post
What: Searching for clues/giant pink birds during the day, camping out and being idiot teenagers at night. Also truth or dare and consumption of german beer. Oh em gee.
When: October 10th
Where: Around Füssen
Warnings: Alcohol? Will update if necessary!

[ If there's any better way of dealing with hard times than escapist shenaniganry, Octavia certainly doesn't know about it. Let's be real - the real motivation for this trip is the partying. And the lack of responsibility. And the drinks and snacks.

Still - finding the mystery bird monster ahead of time would be rad. In pursuit of this, anyone who meets up with octavia at the start of the day will be given an Awesome Adventurer's Kit (tm) - a small package consisting of a shitty two dollar compass, a notepad, a pen and a poorly-made swiss army knife.

Those things could be useful, okay. God. ]

grannyfucker

Alright, three things.

First off, who's got a change of clothes? I think I vomited on myself and it's starting to smell.

Second off, who pulled me out of that enormous freak battle? Finally somebody does something decent for a change! Waking up in the desert is still a load of cock, but I'd rather take a load of cock than find myself buried alive again. No bonus points for saving me, though--I still died, you dicks!

Third,

[and here he switches to audio. His speech is a little different now--those who are familiar with a variety of British accents might recognize it as being Irish, a far cry from his old New Jersey accent.]

What the fuck even is this accent? What am I, Welsh?

yerawizarderi

[At long last it's this hister tool's face again. It seems as though he might have gone missing entirely, gone like the wind and other such metaphors. What a blessing that would have been! Luckily for all of the numbered he's still around! How gracious of him.]

Well, I can rightly say I never expected to know what it was like to lose sense a' all of what's happenin' here. But it happened. Much to my chagrin.

[He almost looks awkward. He knows what he missed, and in a sense he's glad for it, but he also knows how that might reflect on him, and he's really not in the mood to deal with that. Augh.]

So...

[a beat]

I'm back, I know about the shit in bloody Las Vegas, I hope no one worth anythin' died takin' that thing down or whatewer. [Such sympathy!!!] Beyond that, what's been happenin' to the rest a you while I was away? Kinda got whisked off to the UK for a month or so. Family reasons, you know how it is.

[Yes good, he is so in the clear now.]

So, a bit outta the loop an' such, some briefin' on matters that ain't makin' the headlines would be appreciated, but anyone comin' at me with bullshit will be ignore outright. I'm sorta in a mood, an' not one that can entertain your worthless antagonizin'.

[There's only a select few who would waste his time doing that, and who will come regardless, but perhaps that will deter those who aren't complete assholes.]

italktofish

I just want you all to know that the thing with THE GIGANTIC LOBSTERCRAB was NOT MY FAULT!

[Honestly! Really! Would this face lie to you?]

I DIDN'T WAKE IT UP! I SWEAR!

[So maybe everyone else had the right idea in getting him to leave it alone when he found it. Imagine that.]

And when it DID wake up, I COULDN'T TALK TO IT! I TRIED to see what it wanted and to see if I could get it to CALM DOWN, but I had ABSOLUTELY NO LUCK!

[He's pretty saddened by that, actually.]

I mean, I KIND OF got through, but all I got was that it was REALLY SCARED and it was like A BUNCH OF LITTLE VOICES going ON AND ON AND ON and I couldn't really make much SENSE of it all, except that maybe it just wanted to SURVIVE but it was like I was TALKING TO A WALL or maybe a REALLY DENSE SEA CUCUMBER THAT HAD BEEN OUT DRINKING ALL NIGHT ONLY NOT JUST ONE CUCUMBER BUT A BUNCH OF THEM!

[There's a sad sigh.]

And there was a LOT of other destruction, no doubt about that...EVERYONE was running scared at some point...so with all THAT in mind, I thought I'd SHARE something with you all!

[He takes a deep breath.]

I call it...THE SAD SONG OF THE SEA!

[And he starts making whale noises. Sad whale noises. These whale noises are very loud and full of SORROW...even if they're still just loud whale noises and the "sorrow" part of the equation is likely to be lost on most of the listeners.]

waltharius

[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

Lizards!

theearth

Who: Open!
What: Crustacean commotion. CRAB BATTLE.
When: 26th September, daytime
Where: Las Vegas, flooded area and surroundings
Warnings: Violence. If your thread requires more warnings, please note them in your comment header!

( Are you feeling it now, Mr. Krabs? )

vicmegane

[When the video feed pops up, Mao isn't visible. His room behind his computer is, and the wall behind his ~~battle station~~ desk is lined with glass cases holding figurines lit up by the flourescents he'd wired into the casing to show off the collection. It's only part of his room, but at least it looks... clean? Surprisingly clean for the young boy who finally appears, sitting back down on his computer chair with a bag of snacks in hand. He sniffs, then realizes the camera's turned on.]

Finally! That weird code seemed to have worked.

[He eats a chip.] So this is the Network... I see.

[Mao looks thoughtful before he grins.]

Now I have another forum to keep up with! I've been so bored lately, this will do! [The blond wheezes.]

Do you guys like anime?

italktofish

[The video feed opens, and it's clearly underwater. There's a shot of a tunnel, one that looks like it's partially blocked by rock and sand, but then it quickly turns to face Arthur.]

Ahoy there! I'm sure you've seen on the news how Las Vegas FLOODED, and since I'VE been in Vegas, You know I had to check it out! And I found something OUTRAGEOUS!

[Arthur looks like he's about to burst with outrageous excitement. The video feed pans again, and that sure is a lobster. Or a crab. Some mix between the two. Whatever it is, it's on the ground there at the bottom of wherever the flooded area he's investigating is. It's also enormous, and it's about 300 meters long.]

I FOUND it! I FOUND THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT!

[Really, he's looking way more excited than any man should look while underwater next to a giant crustacean. He's close enough to touch it now, and he turns the camera back to face both him and the lobster-thing behind him, like he's takling a selfie, giving himself a chance to smile and wave. He then turns it back to face the creature.]

AHOY THERE! YOU MUST BE THE OUTRAGEOUS SEA CREATURE I'VE HEARD SO MUCH ABOUT! I'M AQUAMAN, BUT MY FRIENDS CALL ME ARTHUR! YOU CAN CALL ME ARTHUR!

[The creature actually stirs slightly at that yelling, though it does not wake. The camera feed shakes from the movement, as though the creature stirring is making the water a little choppy for Arthur. Anyone in Vegas in the vicinity of the flooded area may be aware that there was just a very slight tremor at that exact moment.

Someone should probably tell him not to do that again.]

theearth

Who: Cultists, an alien, and YOU, the (un-)invited numbered!
What: Gossipping. Weird lobster worship. Speeches. Fingerfood and other snacks. Dealing with cultists in general. The beginning of the geographical changes in Las Vegas and appropriate PANIC.
When: 22nd
Where: Thomas & Mack Center; The University of Nevada, Las Vegas
Warnings: People from the ranks of the cultists have committed murder and other crimes in the past; those deeds will, if mentioned, be treated in a glorifying manner or at least be condoned.

( But don't put water in your dessert, that's gross. )

bridgeburning

Who: Actual IRL Alien Badri Barkley and you!
What: Hanging out. Trying new things. Plugging those cultist meetings that are happening in Vegas. NBD.
When: Backdated to Tuesday!
Where: Outside Espresso Yourself
Warnings: None!

( Let's see, witty song lyrics... 'Ice ice baby...?' )

swissarmyjesus

Alright, so I figure I might as well spill the beans. Why else would I even have the beans in the first place, right? [He tries a cocky grin, but it doesn't look very cocky, and it doesn't stick for very long before it falls back to a slightly nervous expression.]

I'm pretty low down in the Keys, so I don't get to find out much, but this must be big enough that it got all the way down the chain. I've started hearing stuff about Vincent Albero planning to take us on himself. Like, the head honcho himself. I don't know what he's planning or how he's gonna do it, but I can try and find out.

For now, until I dig up any better dirt on this, this is your first warning.

shortspoken

[ Ellie isn't used to making big important announcements. Or posting to the network at large. Still, she's going to do her best! ]

They're moving Project Jump.

[ That probably needs more explanation, doesn't it. Ughhhhhh words ]

The machine they were hiding, I mean. Thunder Corp will be moving it outside the city tomorrow.
Somebody should probably think about stopping them. With the number of armed guards they're sending, it's obviously something important.

[ The message is still missing something. A friendly touch, perhaps? To show she can be trusted? ]

:ヘ)

[ NAILED IT ]

talkshitgetsis

Rei Ikari, here to be publicly crucified.

This month I've seen a lot of people talking about run-ins with certain groups of people that have left them beaten, distressed, or otherwise roughed up. Continually, certain people find out that we're numbered. And when that happens, people get hurt or people get in trouble because you find yourselves in positions that make you something dangerous or to be feared. Something worth taking the time to stamp out.

We're in a position where we only have each other to rely on. And to be frank, I don't think we're very reliable.

[There's a smugness as she touches her hand to her chest.]

Of course I am in no such position. I have long since been relinquished into the care of our national officials. I have access to a safe, air tights government facility in which I can find total respite. I have demonstrated a usefulness to them, and therefore am allotted cooperation. Protection.

[She lifts up her bangs, running a finger along her forehead to make a point.]

And look at this. No scars where my brain was scooped out of my head and experimented on. I haven't had drills slid into my temple, no vivisections, no experimentation. No marks from injections in my arm. I've been treated perfectly reasonably aside from some bothersome monitoring. But I have nothing to hide. For the most part, I am allowed to do as I please.

When the day comes that we're all found out and deemed such a threat to society that cannot be controlled, and it isn't just select mafia groups and crooked cops throwing stones at us, I will not be one of the ones laying in a pool of my own blood. I will be alongside the government, being touted as one of the "good ones." I'll be able to live the rest of my life. It'll be in government hands, and as their tool from time to time, but at least I'll live.

I've made it clear to them that I wish them no harm and am very willing to cooperate. You all should start considering doing the same before you start running out of options.

drama8om8

Oh my g8d mom 8te my stepdad

[ This text is appended with another one, just minutes later: ]

8nd may8e a journ8list too I found a c8mera

gogoghostpowers

[Danny (or rather, Cure Phantom) does not look like he has had a good time lately. The video shows him with green blood trickling out of his nose and down the side of his head. His lip is split open and starting to scab green. His eye is swollen shut through his mask. And all that aside...he's covered in scratches and his suit has minor tears all over it.

Basically, he looks like a complete wreck.]

So, uh...

The mafia told me to tell everyone to stop meddling in their business. So, there's that.

And by the way--whatever you do, don't follow a suspicious-looking guy into an alleyway. It'll just end really, really badly.

[he opens his mouth to say something else (which reveals that he's missing a tooth, too) but then decides against it. He looks down and to the side of the camera, avoiding looking at it directly, before he shuts it off.]

yerawizarderi

[The feed clicks on and it shows none other than Eri Ampora. He takes his time staring into the feed, not exactly looking sure of himself, or at all comfortable. He shifts in his seat, before folding his arms over his chest. Eventually, he huffs, looking off to the side. Whatever he has to say, it isn't easy.]

In light a all the attacks goin' on to those far less fortunate than I, an' are you ewer less fortunate...

[Another uncomfortable shift, but he seems set on saying whatever it is he has to say.]

I'd like to extend a offer - charity to the wictims of the Mafia attacks. I feel, seein' as we're all in this together... No matter how shitty some of you are...

[Octavia... Alan... etc....]

We're on the same team, an' therefor I ought to take a more actiwe role in this whole--[a circular hand motion]--thing.

[He almost sounds defeated saying that, like someone is forcing him, but surprisingly to probably most, that's not the case here!]

If you're needin' some allowance to get by, I suppose I can help a handful a you there. An' I guess if some of you'we lost your home and are otherwise street bound... I could offer you lodging, so long as you ain't fuckin' smelly or dirty, I'we my limits.

[He pauses for a good few seconds, shrugging with a long suffering sigh.]

So speak the fuck up while I'm in this generous mood, unless you fancy eatin' outta trashcans.

hyper_rain

If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]

siesinddasessen

I'm bored, so I have questions for you.

What is the largest item, being or whatever else that you've ever pulsed back? Was it large from the beginning, or did it only grow to its current size later on?

[She's of course asking completely out of boredom and nothing else, and her question is meant to be this broad - not because she's trying to draw out a very specific type of answers (the biggest living being that you have ever pulsed back, but that would be too obvious perhaps). ...And her claim to boredom is partly true at least. Too many long-distance flights with long waits in taxi as of late.

See, she even adds another question. Super not actually interested.]

And what is the longest that you've ever gone without pulses?

[Anonymous; locked to Alan]

You can shift. How?

wirsinddiejager

[Surprisingly for anyone familiar with Alan's posts in the past, this one doesn't appear to be written in his sketchbook. His handwriting is looking unusually shaky and hurried, too.]

the mafia guys hit me too. my house burned down. Im going to need somewhere else to stay if anyones offering.

we cant allow this to keep going on. those fuckers are going down.

italktofish

AHOY THERE!

[The open video feed is clearly underwater, though visibility at any sort of distance isn't great. Arthur himself is showing up quite well--he's easy to spot thanks to the fact that he's wearing his orange-and-green superhero suit and carrying a large gold trident.]

Looks like the network CAN transmit from underwater--I don't know why I hadn't thought of this before!

[Arthur is clearly proud of himself. So proud.]

ANYWAY, I just wanted to let you all know that I'm HOT ON THE TRAIL of WHATEVER OUTRAGEOUS GIANT LOBSTER CREATURE THING is ROAMING AROUND LAS VEGAS! I haven't found anything YET, but I'm SURE it's only a MATTER OF TIME!

grannyfucker

Watch this.

[When the video focuses, it's a slot machine. Jovan's hand reaches into frame to pull the lever, and the three images go spinning until eventually, he lands on triple diamonds.

Then he moves to the next machine over to the left and pulls that lever too. It eventually lands on triple dollar signs.

Next one to the left, he pulls. It lands on triple cherries.

The video moves faster as Jovan yanks on the lever of literally every slot machine in the row. The video is moving too fast now for much to be understood, beyond the fact that he wins every single game. Triple lemons, triple bells, triple sevens, triple dongs, triple Simon Edwards's drunken face...]

I just made more money than most of you will ever see in your entire lifetimes!

drama8om8

[ It's hard to tell what's brighter - Octavia's smile or the exceptionally ridiculous dress she's currently wearing. They certainly take away attention from the giant jumble of oversized machinery set up in her basement, anyway.

Her hands are clasped behind her back, as though she's hiding something. HOW MYSTERIOUS. ]

I have maaaaaaaajorly super important and vital news. On a scale of one to eight, this is like. Two eights. Firstly: Alan helped me figure out what my eye lasers do. Turns out they make people super unlucky! Who knew.

[ Alan staggers into the shot looking slightly rumpled, apparently willing to confirm this. Unfortunately for him, he does so by tripping over the mess of machinery and promptly disappearing from view. ]

...He'll be fine. That's my alchemiter and stuff, bee-tee-dubs! And it is hells of awesome. Check it out. I can take two items, like a knife and a gun, and make a...

[ She finally reveals what she's been hiding behind her back: a gun with a knife fused to it. ]

...knifegun! That shoots tiny little knives. See?

[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]

waltharius

[ Walter is looking like utter crap, and that's putting it nicely. His hair is disheveled (!!!) and he's got bags under his eyes. Though most of his injuries from the demon car have healed up, his arm remains in a cast. He takes a deep breath before speaking. ]

...hey, uh.

[ He brings out a large pinkish bow, fumbling awkwardly as he tries to keep it in the frame. ]

I found this in my closet after the... the car thing. Obviously, I can't shoot it now, but later, I'm -- I'll probably need arrows. Considering how things have been lately, I want to be prepared for... whatever.

But... I'll be honest, it's been getting really, really hard. Keeping all of this a secret, I mean. I just... don't know how much longer I can hide this from my parents. They're kind of oblivious to a lot of things, but they're not stupid...

... ...anyway, on a less... whiny note, I'm eighteen now. I thought I'd feel a little different, but... no, I'm the same old me.

[ Walter offers a weak smile. ]

Pretty silly of me, huh?

youngestone

[Killian is working on something as the video pops up. No one can see what it is, though]

So does anyone actually believe that Thunder Corp's responsible for the blackout, or am I the only one who thinks they're just going to use the blackout and the blame as a way to, I dunno, get everyone to like them again or something? Maybe I'm cynical, but I don't trust those assholes. Bet you anything the inspectors are gonna be on their payroll.

[He holds whatever it is he's working on to the lamp nearby to inspect it and goes back to work]

In other news, if the blackout or other recent pulses have kinda made it hard for you to stick around the city, the stable I work at is within the pulse field thingie. Lemme know and I can figure out where you can hide there for a while. Or if you need a job that doesn't ask questions or something.

gogoghostpowers

Guys! Holy crap, check this out, I was just checking out the subreddit about us, and I found out someone drew me! There are people out there seriously drawing fanart of me! I...I don't know exactly what it is, but check this out:

( OOC cut to not stretch layouts )

This is the greatest thing I've ever seen in my life.

lightsoflife

First, some names for you all. I'm curious to see if anybody recognizes them from echoes.

The Raging Bomber: a serial bomber. I don't know much about this one other than the name.
Ian Holden: an FBI agent. He wears sunglasses in the office, for some reason. Not the most pleasant of men.

I've asked about the bomber before, but it's been quite a while since then and now I'm able to connect more of the dots.

Second, I also have a few questions for everyone at large. This is unrelated to the above, but it came up in a conversation I had some time ago.

1. Is the fact that you're one of the people known to the public? And I do mean the public, not just your family.
2. If so, did it happen of your own volition?
3. Are you above or below the age of eighteen? No need for specifics.

Thank you.

yerawizarderi

so i got a question for you freaky powwered types
like the ones wwho echoed back all these wweird freak powwers an wwhat not
noww youre probably wwonderin wwhy the bloody fuck im evven askin about this and really i aint got any reason in particular or nothin so savve your breath and my precious time in askin me cuz i just gavve you the answwer
ANYWWAY i wwas wwonderin wwhen you got your wweird inhuman powwers did you havve full control of them or did you havve to learn howw to control them?
and if its the latter wwhich howw exactly did you come to yknoww DO that?

again i aint got no particular reason for askin other than general curiosity here
i aint one a you freaks after all

waltharius

Who: Walter and friends who would like to ride a horse and/or use the property for whatever reason
When: Saturday
Where: Ranch of an ex-numbered ally in Locke
What: HORSE RIDING. And Titan training. And whatever else you can think of

( like a rhinestone cowboy )

shineonyou

...H-Hey, guys.

[ It’s night, and JoJo's bored and anxious. Which obviously means it’s time for... ]

Movie night! Y’wanna do it? Like, I can stream some movies here, and we can just watch ‘em all together, yeah? I mean, uh, it’s not exactly the most legal thing, sure... but no one’s gonna report me, right? Right. Plus...

[ He looks hesitant for a moment before blurting out his worries with all the eloquence of a sawed off shotgun. ]

I can’t stop thinking about that chick who got murdered. She was one of ours, right? The stripper chick? That’s so messed up, ugh. So messed up. I just don’t even wanna sleep; I’m just sitting here, thinkin’ about it. Like...

Ugh! Ugh ugh ugh! [ He shivers, runs his hands through his hair, and shakes it off. Deep breaths. Okay. ]

Let’s movie! If you got any requests, just ask! I’m gonna start with an international treasure, the most classic of all classical movies...

We’re startin’ with Space Jam. This one’s for you, Nyah.

[ JoJo then proceeds to stream via Space Jam, Dazed and Confused, Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle, Dude Where’s my Car?, Vampire's Kiss, Lesbian Vampire Killers, Joe Dirt, and The Room. If you make it all the way through, you are impressive as fuck, and I congratulate you because all of those movies are unbearable. ]

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

dead_black_eyes

[There is a lot going on right now. Murders in Vegas, police trials staggering to shameful conclusions, and L's own latest case- which he's technically no longer supposed to be investigating, but is- are all very distracting.

It's not like he needs sleep or anything, though; the coffee shop's construction is right on schedule. It just finished, in fact. As promised, he's taking a break from perusing Greek newspapers to make an announcement... and to remind the people who said they'd help a couple weeks ago about their commitment.]

Construction's done on the coffee shop and these are the open temporary positions I need filled immediately. Movers: Basically just move objects from point A to point B. Some of them are heavy. Painters: Solid colors and also a mural. Promoters: Hang out at Urban Outfitters and craft bars to hand out posters and spread the word. These are the permanent positions I'm taking interviews for starting this evening. Experience is a plus, but not necessary unless otherwise noted. Manager: Experience required. Job entails scheduling workers and running the shop. Assistant Managers: Hiring two. Need to be equally comfortable behind the counter and dealing with paperwork. Baristas: Hiring up to 8 for now. Duties include making coffee and food, running the cash register, and keeping the bathroom really clean. Bartenders: Hiring up to three. Must be over 21; we have a full bar that opens at 2:00 each day. Vendors: Sell your handcrafted items and help us support our boarded employees. A fantastic accountant: Lots of experience mandatory A fantastic lawyer: See above. Numbered individuals get priority, obviously. As I mentioned before, if your living situation is complicated, there is an apartment upstairs with six cots, two showers, and lockers for personal belongings. Just mention it during your interview and we can put you up as soon as the cots are upstairs. Respond here or drop by in person. I'll be at the shop all day today, and... honestly for the next week I'll be there almost constantly.

[And, in fact, he will. He's been neglecting his sleep, though, so when you stop by the newly constructed Espresso Yourself, you're likely to find him dozing on the lone sofa in the empty expanse of the shop, practically buried in paperwork.]

skycutter

Okay, question.

[No wait, he pauses, before saying "aw, to hell with it," and turns on the video instead. He's done trying to be anonymous to even the other number club members.

This is someone some people from LCHS or Thunder Corp or just from somewhere may know, except... different. Aside from the deeper voice, Miles' face is more angular, his bones slightly more prominent than before. Basically, he looks like an older teen instead of someone who's just fifteen.]

Okay, now's the question.

What kind of physical changes did these echoes, pulses, whatever-you-call-them give you? As in you personally, and not what you've seen so far on the network. Hair, eye color, that kind of thing. I know some people are turning into robots and we've got a guy with feathers and wings now. It doesn't have to be as big as those changes. Even little ones, as long as they're from echoes.

... Let's just call this scientific curiosity. I'm not about to sell anyone out to some crazy lab or our so-called enemies. I just want to know.

[[ ooc: And here is a thing for context! ]]

yerawizarderi

[The feed comes on, showing none other than Eri--however something looks... off about him. He looks zoned out, like his eyes aren't focused and nearly zombie-like. It takes a moment, but then he starts talking, his voice oddly monotone compared to his usually very dramatic way of speaking.]

I'm Eri Ampora and I hawe a disgustin' crush on Tom Felton. It was 'cos of this crush on him and Draco Malfoy that I discowered my interest in men.

[Well... isn't that insightful?]

An' I got a poster of his face abowe my bed. As well as a shit load of Harry Potter paraphernalia litterin' my bedroom. I wish I was a wizard, and I cried on my elewenth birthday because I didn't get my letter to Hogwarts.

[SURE IS WEIRD HE'S SAYING ALL OF THIS, HMMMMM HOW EERIE.]

My dad and I watch that shit bloody religiously sometimes, dedicatin' full days to watchin' all the mowies in a row, and sometimes he hugs me afterwards and I lowe it.

[Okay this shit is getting downright embarrassing. But Eri still seems like some dazed zombie, spilling all of these deets for no inexplicable reason.]

I think Octawia's hot as hell, and so's Alan. I'm pretty grateful that I was able to kiss them at Alan's party, I think about that a lot, actually. That and the fact I'm a bloody wirgin.

[Well that sure was enlightening, but he doesn't seem to be coming to from whatever is happening to him. Perfect time to needle him for more embarrassing deets, right? Right. Except there's one last thing he does, that really makes it obvious something is up, beyond everything else, Eri is ending this with a swift punch... to his own face. Yep.]

shineonyou

Dear Mun,

Hi, hello~~! I hope you are doing fine and dandy! I know, I know I'm just a brand new muse for you, and you're brand new to RP, but I know you can do it!!! Everybear on this forum looks very super nice, and I think we'll both make lots and lots of friends! ^-^

You just need to write up your app super super quickly, and then we can join in on the fun fun! Go go go!

With love and kisses,
Greetings Bear ;)

((OOC NOTE: uh, hey guys???? i'm JoJo, and idk man i was trying to find like your apps page and shit, since your game looks great. but where is it? like am i just being fucking dumbshit here? also is there somewhere where you guys have saved your apps? since when im working on mine i kinda wanna see some examples, since im new etc etc. we cool???))

[ The above OOC Note is completely IC. ]

somesayinfire

Holy crap, this month has been busy. I don't even have any poorly tasting mortician jokes to throw at you, numbers club. That's how you know it's been rough.

I guess we're not so secret anymore? I don't even know. I'm trying to keep my status as a member of this thing secret since I still work for the city and all. Not like it's been easy with all these FBI agents swarming around. I'm lucky nobody's tried running me through one of those full-body scans, huh? That'd be a huge red light.

Speaking of huge lights, if you're new to the numbers club, hi! My name's Brooke. I'm a mortician. Most of my work is on the up-and-up, but if past you was undead or anything like that, I can definitely try to help. Things keep going this way and it might be all I do. Anyway, look, sorry I've been gone for so long and sorry I couldn't help much in that big fight. I'm just... glad that I didn't recognize any of the decedents.

waltharius

[ The video being shot is alarmingly shaky. We're talking nigh-Cloverfield levels here. But it's still possible to make out what's going on, and it appears to be... some sort of ceremony? Yeah, definitely a ceremony. One that involves a certain lovestruck pair of extremely recognizable teenagers. Tavia Serket is wearing a wedding dress (over her t-shirt and jeans, natch) and she's hanging off Alan Hunter. Well, they're both kind of hanging off each other. It's a miracle they're managing to stay upright, really. ]

You may now kiss the bride.

[ The priest overseeing this awful ceremony looks rather... vacant as he blesses the newly wedded couple, who proceed to engage in some seriously sloppy makeouts.

Fortunately, the network isn't subjected to this for long -- offscreen, the person filming this event starts clapping and cheering, shaking the view even more, and as the new bride drunkenly tosses her bouquet everything is thrown for a loop. There's a loud CRASH as the guy filming trips over a gaudy pew in his attempt to make the catch and he's visible for a second before the phone hits the ground.

Yes, that was Walter Price. No, this couldn't get any more horrible. ]

((ooc; Replies won't be (ICly) coming until the next morning! ))

drama8om8

Who: Alan Hunter, Octavia Serket and Walter Price
What: Stuff. And things.
When: Tonight
Where: VEGAS, BABY!
Warnings: Uhhh. Underage drinking, irresponsible behaviour, teenagers getting into really stupid situations and making awful life choices. Like really super awful.

( So get those stakes up higher )

drama8om8

Who: Alan, Octavia and ALL THE PARTY GUESTS. ALL OF THEM.
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.

( There ain't no party like a naked dickless giant ex-terrorist party )

unimpressive

i know people have been learning to control their powers and all that right??? have you guys got a FAQ for that too or something?

cause i finally got some powers and it's totally COOL! it's totally MAGIC and i even remembered how to use it! but not how to control it, i guess! so i accidentally TOTALLY wrecked my room with it and that's NOT cool!!! it looks like it got rained on and my parents are gonna hate that. but that doesn't matter. what matters is that my room is a WRECK!

[Messes that aren't entirely his own are clearly distressing, you don't understand.]

so if you guys know anything, thanks, heh.

oh by the way!! i have another question! i know a lot of you guys have gotten some really bad pulses??? have they been things you saw, things that happened to you, or things YOU did?? you don't have to tell me anything more than that!!! i just know someone who wants to know.

[Totally.]

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