savetheearth | Entries tagged with attack on titan: jean kirschtein

So, I got an echo yesterday! And... seriously I think I just found a game manual from another world!

[He holds up a travel battered old journal. Sheets of parchment are sticking out. Just barely the title can be read: Manual of Justice.]

I mean seriously, listen to this:

"Every ally hurt within a hundred paces adds a power multiplier. At +5, a special move is unlocked that can fell the enemy boss in one hit."

But look at the pages, these aren't modern paper at ALL... and with the splotches I think this was written with a quill and ink, not a pen. This is such a trip!

Apparently it was written by someone named Owain Dark- and he was an artist.

[he turns a few pages and shows... a almost childish doodle of a man with a sword riding a dragon. Said man has spiky blonde hair. Owen... is apparently missing the connection. Damn picky Echos. For now he just finds this all horribly amusing]

What's that word in English... An---anachronism! It's just a huge book of crazy anachronisms!

pheromonecoffee

27 February 2014

Today I have begun my study of the network of the so-called “numbered” individuals of Locke City and their various personalities and concerns in order to find the main character. Various situations and tropes have led me to believe that we are indeed the subjects of a novel or tv series. Possibly a video game. This is the only logical conclusion I can reach as we are capable of accessing a communication network that surpasses the boundaries of both science and logic and that sort of thing happens in works of fiction all the time.

Also because we’re being invaded by aliens and there are government conspiracies this kind of thing doesn’t happen in a non-fictional setting, you never read books about how Ben Franklin saved the colonies from aliens because he didn’t because aliens do not exist. So clearly we are actually in a work of fiction. Also monster summons are only things in video games.

Thus, the story must follow a main character. If I can find the main character and target their specific problems, I will be able to isolate the central conflict of the work and predict the outcome of the story.

This is an incredibly important task. The lives of several dozen are in the balance.

( Totally professional selfies within )

wasthatmymom

Hey, fellow people with the memories about the giant naked people eating regular sized people. I'm tired of all you zipping up and down like the glorious assholes that you are while I'm just hanging out over here being chopped liver. So you're gonna tell me everything that you remember about me, your main man Connie Springer. And if you don't remember me, you're gonna tell me about things that might have involved me.

Yeah, I admit that I haven't gotten echoes at...quite the speed you guys have, but that's all changing today! Connie Springer is gonna level up in badass!

...Oh and, uh, for everyone else, I mean, I don't want to make anyone feel left out...Tell me about your most embarrassing high school story. Or just give me a run down on anything I may have missed over the last week that I should know about. Either works.

argents

Who: Banagher Links (

argents) & you!
When: February 25th
Where: Public city library, then going home.
What: General CR wrap-up before the boss battle.

( VIDEO )

I missed classes for a few weeks, and now it feels like I'm never going to catch up. [ Illustrated by the fact that it looks like his eyeballs are about to fall out. He's parked in one of the corners of the public library, visible in the background, not working this time, but studying. Kind of. His workspace is littered with papers and packets, but most of them don't look very touched. Instead he's been playing a fruitless game of connect-the-memory-dots. ] So I tried to find out more about one of my first pulses instead. Something called "Laplace's Box". The same as this guy.

[ A networked wiki link for the 18th century mathematician. ]

Which doesn't seem like something that'd start a war, does it? I know what knowledge is capable of, but still. A lot of the concepts are close to things I remember... but they're a lot like clues I can't follow. This, space, the Earth, The Lady and the Unicorn — "to my one sole desire"...

[ SPACE AND UNICORNS AND THE FRENCH, THAT'S ALL HE'S GOT. COMPELLING. Banagher tosses his pen down. ]

I ought to go back to my homework. It's less complicated.

( open action! )

songoftimaendtimeagain

[Luke had, in the time since his last post, managed to get a small personal mirror from Cinderella's family, and he'd taken this into the wooded area a ways away from their house. He'd climbed a tree, (significantly easier with his newly elongated arm span), and gotten himself settled and comfortable before tracing his number into the mirror's surface.

The video opens with a clear scowl on Luke's face. Something's bothering him, but it's not righteous anger or indignation this time around. More than anything he looks worried and more than a little bit confused.

He's quiet for a little bit. He wishes he had taken more time to figure out how he was going to say this.]

Um. Hi.

It's my birthday on Friday...[Quick nervous smile that fades soon afterwords.]...but I don't know how old I'll be?

[He blinks a few times, as if expecting an immediate definitive answer before realizing that he should probably explain a little bit more.]

Oh um. I got older suddenly a while ago. So. Am I turning 11 or 18?

A-and if I'm turning 18 do I have to get a job or something??? ? I can't even do fractions right....

[Aren't adults supposed to know fractions? And...y'know a lot of other stuff? He can never remember the state capitols too, is that important? Does he have to buy a house? He's concerned about impending adulthood okay? Nothing he's seen so far in his life has made him think adulthood is going to be very fun.]

sayhitobianca

Even to the casual observer, there's so many fascinating bits and pieces everyone is uncovering. A magical ability here, a memory of a family member there, all mixed in with strange enemies and secret plots and missions to save the world. It's like putting together a novel by collecting puzzle pieces.

Is anyone willing to indulge a man who loves a good story and tell me what you've pieced together about your past life?

[Because he's curious. And also because he doesn't believe the majority of this, but it's at least entertaining.]

On another, more practical but far less engaging matter, it's come to my attention that a number of you are at risk of discovery by our esteemed law enforcement, presumed dead, or otherwise disinclined to call attention to your presence by using your real identity.

If any of you would be interested in procuring a new legal identity, please feel free to contact me at this number, and I can arrange something.

toobig

Who: Ryan, Bertholdt, Alan, Octavia, and Jamie
Where: Bertholdt and Ryan's apartment
When: Backdated to Saturday 02/08
Why: Alan and Octavia have moved in! And Jamie is a weeabo, is anyone else surprised?
Warnings: Stupid teenager bullshit, probable talk of "yaois," lots of face palming.
( this is probably why bertl never had any friends )

drama8om8

[ It is a very tired Octavia that turns on her webcam tonight. An Octavia that is too tired to care that she's showing herself on the network sporting her dorky orange sun jammies and a giant tangle of bed hair. ]

So, uh. Lately I'm not sleeping so - [YAWWWWWWWWN] - great or whatever. Because, um.

[ She rubs at her eyes under her glasses briefly. ]

Nightmares! Yeah. I am having super terrible nightmares. Like. The worst. So I was hoping somebody would know how to stop somebody having dreams and stuff? Google isn't hel--

[ Then she's cut off by an exceedingly shouty voice that some might recognise as Alan's coming from somewhere offscreen. ]

I'LL KILL YOU ALL!

[ And she slams her laptop shut with a shriek. Busteeeeeeeed. ]

mysteltinn

[Tonight on the network, instead of a webcam or phone call, Owen tries to get creative:

A screen is up that looks like a video game of all things. Those who are into those kinds of things would probably recognize it at once as a MMO screen. Off to the lower left is the classic chat window]

Private Chat Channel 4.

( Cut cuz long and stupid )

waltharius

[ Have some frantic scribbled handwriting, network. Walter is not even trying to keep things neat . Things must be pretty dire. ]

My past self's horse is outside of the window and I'm at school right now. [ 'School' is underlined twice. ] Nobody else in class has noticed yet (???) but they will any second and I have no idea what to do. I'm sure they're going to call animal control or the police or BOTH and I don't want her sent to the glue factory oh my gosh

advice please??

((ooc: walter goes to a little catholic school, not lchs! no horse outside the main public school!))

pumpkinbutt

so are you all la/rpers or what

songoftimaendtimeagain

[There's a sort of ripple to this video. Anyone familiar with talking to Cinderella will recognize it as the faint and occasional distortion that comes with using a pool of water as a surface for contacting the network. The image in the pool is of a teenager's face. Thick blonde eyebrows, a large pointed nose, and of course Luke's all too distinctive pointed ears, now even more prominent as they've gained small blue hoop earrings.

He looks an odd combination of worried and resigned. He's finally starting to get used to his new body, so when he opens his mouth to speak for the first time he's not startled by the deeper sound that emerges.]

Most of the people who know me saw me yesterday and probably figured this out then...but um I'm Luke. I got seven years older because I...well. Echos.

[He doesn't actually want to get into why. At least not with the general network population. There's probably one or two people who ought to know.]

Anyway I ran away, and I'm staying with Cinderella for now. [Here he turns his face away from the water momentarily to glance over at his ~~room~~stablemate before addressing the trough once more.] Oh and I also used the last few days to learn about my time powers. I can go forward in time to the next noon or midnight instantly by playing the song....[He doesn't really think that would ever be useful, but he figured people might want to know about it anyway.] ...So. Yeah.

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. ]

telvanni

[ The network is being treated to a webcam view of the top of someone's head. A very bald and bearded someone who is scowling down at his keyboard while he stabs at the keys with a single finger. Book enthusiasts with a high tolerance for being snotted at might recognise Nathaniel Mithryn, of Mithryn's Books. Those who don't recognise him should count themselves lucky.

There's a telephone cradled between his face and his shoulder. While it's not possible to make out what's being said on the other end of it, it's clear that it's not pleasing Nathaniel. At all. He keeps looking back and forth between what seems to be a cable bill and the keyboard as he berates the unfortunate person on the other end of the phone. ]

--urgh, wrong number. Why do there have to be so many numbers - are they really necessary? I-- no, you idiot, that was a rhetorical question. Rhetorical. It's a big word, isn't it? Why don't you look that up while I find this ruddy customer service number you're so keen on...

[ He starts poking at his keyboard again. He still hasn't looked up at his monitor. ]

...More trouble than it's worth. All this modernisation malarkey. Interwebs and iBooks - what's the point? It's all a lot of rubbi-- it was another rhetorical question, nitwit. Is it too much to ask for someone with just a spot of intelligence?

[ He pauses to let the poor sap on the other end of the phone speak. Much eyerolling is involved. ]

'Offensive?' Your stupidity offends me, but I'm... hello? Hello?

[ He raises his eyes from the keyboard to stare indignantly at his phone. He's midway through redialling when he takes a glance at his computer screen and performs the most elegantly theatrical double-take the world has ever seen. He scoots closer to the monitor, peers at the network, and -- ]

Good lord. Pop-ups!

[ -- completely fails to comprehend what's going on. ]

enrages

gODDAMNIT

[ and then added a lil bit later: ]

so
SIGHING PROFUSELY AND WITH SO MUCH ANGER
i guess it's important to ask:
who's dead????
anyone i care about?

uuuuuruhgurhgurghhhhh, i fucking HATE this numbers bullshit.

wasthatmymom

lately I been thinkin' I aint the most productive guy i havent done any cool heroic feats (that u kno about.....) lately and i thought it was time to STEP IT UP and help out

i notice erryday ppl be like "am i crazy" "what is this place" "why do i remember playing tennis w/ shakespeare and his pet dog scruffles"

so i took it upon myself to create a handy guide that's much better than the wall of txt u guys already use

i basically streamlined that into a much easier to read format hope it helps all u newbies

( non ic cut for big image )

stagnantair

Who: Gavin and You
What: Blood Key hunting, Echoes.
When: Early January, around 11PM
Warnings: Guns, Blood Key murdering, possible injuries, possible demonic transformations + attempted cannibalism.

[For once, Gavin isn't posting from his webcam while he plays video games or rambling on about Echoes and science like a big nerd. He's in a corner store near his house, eating what looks like cheap gas station rotisserie pizza and talking to the cashier. He's been out of the house a lot more lately, Octavia and Alan may have noticed. He's been busy scouting the area and keeping a sociable public image like he used to have, walking to work and talking to people and acting normal. He's also been paying close attention to the news, surveillance by his apartment, and going to a shady firing range that won't ask about illegal weapons. He may or may not have taken Alan and Octavia along to learn as well. By now he knows how the Blood Keys move around his neighborhood, and knows where a small gang of them will be tonight. Finishing his pizza and saying goodbye to his friend, he packs the water he's bought in his duffle bag and heads out. When he's on a lone street corner, he takes out his phone, punches in his Network code, and holds it up selfie style to take a video.]

Hey, everyone. I have an AR-15, rounds, and nest of Blood Keys. I'll be on 5th for the next twenty minutes before moving on. Message me if you're coming.

[He looks a little different than before. His skin is paler, his hair is the same neon green as his eyes when they flash and his eyes themselves look a little... orange? No, they had to be a little blood shot, that was all.]

onlyleft

I know there's been a lot of serious things going on and I don't want to take away from that...

But you should look at this picture. Especially if you're a friend of Anthony.

You're welcome.

[The picture included was obviously taken in a kitchen, and it stars one Anthony Albert, who looks extremely engrossed in a cookbook. But that's not the important part. The important part is the fact that he has a mixing bowl on his head. He's also covered with a fair bit of flour, but it's the bowl that matters.

shortspoken

Who: Annabellie and her ~~victims~~ students
What: 3DMG lessons
When: Nowish
Where: The forest just off Chloe's ranch

( With all the force of a great typhoon )

pheromonecoffee

Does anybody know where I can find a drink called Mad Bull?

Because I am having a serious craving.

honestopinion

Listen up, I have a couple of important, mandatory, announcements. Okay, first off… ( Read more... )

[He’s a complete and utter eighteen year-old, can't you see? Jamie’s had a nice winter season despite all the relatives.]

So it is true when you leave Locke City you forget everything about your echos. Mom and I went to my Aunt Carol's for Christmas and my brain just drew a blank.. but the second we come back home I remembered everything. At least I think it’s everything… I kept feeling like something was missing the whole time as well, this place is inescapable isn't it?

[Jamie is already so nervous, he just knows someone is going to have something smart to say about what he has to talk about next. He just needs to put on a tough face, or in this case tough text, and show no weakness.]

Alright, besides my rad as hellz Christmas there is some other network related stuff I have to talk about. So, ah—… I was going to start sort-of-like a ‘club’ but the membership is open. You just need to have a number, which means only network people are going to belong to it. Every week what I thought would be cool is if we all got together and I streamed a bunch of anime and we could talk about our echos and stuff... [Things already feel like they could be going better.. The network was already kind of like a club so his case is looking more and more grim.] Like an anime club, seeing a whole bunch of you don't know what anime is, my mom has a DVR and I could recorded [adult swim] every Saturday and stream it later with some of my Naruto DVDs and whatever else people have, anyone interested??

argents

Who: Banagher Links (

argents) & you!
When: January 8th, throughout the day.
Where: LCU hospital
What: Protagonists gonna protag. Banagher followed his destiny, chased a princess, and got shot up by a Blood Key for his trouble. Newtype hax means he's now rotting in the hospital, going stir-crazy. ~~Little does he know he's not the only one of his trope in this situation.~~

( HANDWRITTEN )

Got mixed up in something, at the hospital. Need a change of clothes / phone charger.

( open action! )

(ooc. feel free to put the time in the subject for action!)

cursedtolive

If this whole thing is real and we're getting memories and things from our "past lives", I think my past self was either really paranoid or an assassin. idek what I'm supposed to make of getting (echoing???) a concealed knife out of nowhere but since that's all I've got I might as well make the guess?

On one hand that's a cool idea and all because that's like the difference between being a zombie ninja and being zombie guy at Best Buys, but on the other hand idk if I really want to remember being crazy or a killer. Ugh.

What am I even supposed to do if mad killer past me takes over my mind or something. I don't think even my brother can laugh off something like that.

gewidmet

[ Sssso.... How do you go about this? Michelle types in the numbers in the blank document, carefully thinking about how to proceed. ]

Hello.

[ Well, that's a good start, at least. ]

I've been reading up on the FAQ, but this still seems a bit unbelievable to me. I'm a bit overwhelmed, to be honest.

Anyway, my name is Michelle. I'm [ … ] new here, I suppose. Recently I received a vague memory of a scarf, and when I returned home there was a red scarf in my bag that I don't remember purchasing.

I have a feeling it wasn't just put there by someone, as well. It feels [ … ] very significant, and familiar. Does anyone have any input on this? It'd be helpful, thanks.

toobig

Hi, uh, everyone.

[Bertholdt's never broadcasted his voice to the Network before, but he sounds the same to anyone who'd know him, probably, despite sounding a bit more nervous than usual.]

I haven't posted on here in a while, I guess... things have been busy. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Er, holiday you celebrate. Or don't celebrate. Whatever.

[He swallows, and there's a sound of his fingers tapping against something.]

I guess I just wanted to... check up on everyone. Things have been... really bad lately, so...

But I guess good things... can come out of this whole thing too, sometimes. [His voice grows sheepish.] Ryan and I... are engaged now. S-so there's that.

It's my birthday too, so... I'm just glad I managed to live another year, you know? All of this is awful, but...

[He trails off, before he clears his throat and tries to focus.]

Just-- I hope everyone is doing okay.

hungryhunter

wow

such text

much boredom

very winter break

stagnantair

Who: Gavin

stagnantair, Luke

songoftimeandtimeagain, and Jamie

honestopinion
What: Taking Jamie and Luke out for ice cream, then city exploration.
Where: Subways, might go near the Dead District, etc. Also an ice cream parlor!
When: December 13th, after school for the kids and after work for Gavin.
Warnings: Probably none, maybe some Blood Key and snake action.
( they're just a bunch of honest kids )

willchange

[There's a brief moment of audio. There's a bit of background noise, but not a lot. Louder than the rest is the voice of a very panicked girl.]

Ah, I'm terribly sorry, sir, but, um... The cash register seems to be malfunctioning. I'm not sure what's... I think I pressed the wrong things, I'm really sorry.

...w-what the...

[There's a different voice, a male one, but he's barely audible. The girl speaks up again after him.]

N-No, everything is alright! I'll just-

[The audio cuts out. About an hour later, a text post follows.]

Um... I guess I should be polite and introduce myself? My name's Cerise... but Cherry is fine too, everyone calls me that. Anyway, could... someone please explain this to me?

I mean, what kind of network is this even? I thought it was fake or something... Not that I wanted to doubt anyone or anything, it's just a little unbelievable. But how did it just show up on my cash register?! I don't get this at all...

destinedforrock

[Cinderella is tapping in again.

Her movements are blurry - before any image in the water is in focus, her voice rings in.]

There, now - see that?

[She's calling to someone over her shoulder - body's facing the trough, head parallel to it, flicking a hoof generally at it and scattering water drops.

In an instant her muzzle swings down to look into it. She's looking a bit proud of herself, in fact - turns her head over so slightly, and gives the network a quick 'n stylish wink.

With the angle and closed distance something more's clearer, an outline stands out.

She's got a white horn twisting to a taper out from her forehead.

A little girl quickly ducks down into the frame, gives the trough a look, and then Cinderella, gives her a no, and then looks in closer.

Cinderella nods in her direction, flicking her hoof again and tossing her head, a breezy chirp - ] Why, of course you can't! It's magic after all. [Starts to turn and trot away with the girl along with her - ]

But it's true, Linda, I have made friends all over the city like this, you will - no! No, you and Michael and your mother and father will all have to come out and say hello the next time somebody comes over for lunch!

Ah - I hadn't told you that I've been having guests over for about the last few months, have I? Well - now you know that's where all the glitter in the hay came from...

[By then her voice is unclear; she's put distance between herself and the trough. Any responses will come about ten minutes late.]

drama8om8

Hey, nerds. Me and Alan did a thing!

[ There's a distinctly sing-song lilt to that smug little voice. Octavia is looking incredibly overconfident and egotistical tonight, even by her own high standards. She's standing in one of the Dead District's alleyways, her hair is being whipped into even more of a tangle than usual by the wind, and she's displaying a dazzlingly douchey grin.

She's also waving around a gun.

A very powerful and dubiously-legal gun, for those who might know about such things.

Oh dear. ]

Or teeeeeeeechnically we did a few things, I guess? Haha! Check it out - we got spares!

[ She briefly points her phone camera at a small pile of guns on the ground - again, they're all top-of-the-range weapons that absolutely shouldn't be anywhere near someone like Octavia. When the view returns to her face, she looks less cocky and more absolutely fucking delighted. ]

Those Blood Key guys? Surprisingly difficult to mind control. But I did it! Because I am amazing. And Alan is pretty super great at chasing them off with their own guns after they've been headfucked into dropping them. Do we make the best vigilante crime-fighting duo or what?

[ Alan chooses this moment to poke his head into view of the video. His eyebrows, as always, are magnificent. ]

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING WE ARE BEING CAREFUL ABOUT THIS AND NOT GETTING IN ANY ACTUAL TROUBLE.

[ Then he retreats again, leaving Tavia to end the video feed. ]

schild

Who: the naked, ~~dickless~~ giant club
What: Attack on Echo Party
Where: Bertholdt's (and Ryan's) Apartment
When: Sunday, December 8 (evening, but not too late... because kids, y'know?)
Warnings: Spoilers for Attack on Titan all over.

( Please feel free to start your own threads because dad says be free, children. )

italktofish

[It's Christmas time, so, really, should anyone be surprised when the video feed opens and there's Arthur wearing a Santa suit?]

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS, EVERYONE!

[Why, yes, Arthur appears to be very excited. Far too excited, indeed.]

I just wanted to let you all know that I've got a part-time job for the holidays!

[Does anyone really need to guess what that job is?]

I'm going to be Santa's helper over at [insert name of a shopping mall that is not the one Arthur got thrown out of for jumping in a fountain]! And I'm also going to be visiting the hospital throughout the season! Got to spread that holiday cheer to everyone who might have gotten hurt in the quake, you know?

( Cut for Action )

songoftimeandtimeagain

[After several hours of adults being either incredibly angry or incredibly relieved, and several more hours of sticking to his paper thin story of 'we went exploring and some stuff fell on me', Luke finally has some time alone in his room. His handwriting is smaller and more subdued than it normally is.]

it's me Luke
I'm home and safe and stuff
just so you guys know

darkhourdear

[The video comes on with Phillip filling the screen, and while it looks like he's in an alley, he doesn't look too bothered!]

Hi guys! So, um. Luke and I went to try and figure out what caused the earthquake, but we ran into some bad guys and got in a fight and Luke's kind of upset now.

But the guys were really tough, so does a science person want to see the body to do... science things?

[...Wait. Did he just say body sounding completely unaffected? Sure enough, he moves the camera to show a very queasy looking Luke, next to a very charred dead body.]

onlyleft

Okay so this might be the craziest thing that's happened to me ever. I've looked around and I might be able to buy this whole secret society of people who seem to have little to no connections at all.

But that doesn't mean it makes any sort of sense. Which I guess is a normal thing to feel if anything else I've read on here is legit.

I totally owe Anthony now though. Maybe saying he was braindamaged by his concussion wasn't the best thing because wow now I'm the one with a stupid number in my head and an in to this secret society.

epimethean

Survey time!

I need a few reasonably intelligent individuals who can take direction and know how to not be idiots on the internet. Raise your hand if you know how to not be an idiot on the internet! Great! I'd like your help with a thing that may or may not involve the recent interrogations and the results of said interrogations. Fill this out:

That's it, that's all you have to do! Easy, right? Also, if anyone has any knowledge of how much technological fire/brainpower the "enemy" is packing (i.e. do they employ hackers!? How good are the hackers?! etc. etc.), that's a thing I'd like to know.

I'm sure there are some of you who might find this incredibly vague and possibly suspicious, so hello, I'm Wheatley, I've been on this network for a few months now and I haven't done anything stupid with regards to keeping it a secret. I do computer things, if anyone ever needs any computer things.

stagnantair

( closed to jamie )
( closed to jamie, alan, and octavia )

C - Open

[ video; ]

[After all of the chaos dies down with the kids, Gavin logs onto the Network and while he looks tired from the events in the day, he's pleased. He waves at the screen;]

Hey. I hope everyone has been doing well, it's been a little crazy. From what I know, most of you have stayed safe and that's good. I'm already playing host to our fugitives here, but I hope everyone knows they can crash here too if they need it.

[Gavin is rather selfless, isn't he?]

I want to know, though, has anyone had... a memory of a big, three headed wolf... thing? Or a zebra thing too, I guess, but the second memory was a lot stronger. I got an item from it too.

[The Tag Ring Gavin's taken to wearing all the time seems to have multiplied, the other one he's wearing identical to the first. He's wearing the new one on his pointer finger, next to the original on his middle. He fiddles with both of them as he shows them off, and his eyes glint neon a moment before he sighs.]

Somehow, the new one seems even more important...

anequal

so.

when the doctor checked my head all he said i had was a concussion. last time i checked concussions didn't come with weird dreams/hallucinations/visions/whatever of giant naked ladies chasing you and i definitely didn't know this number before i woke up.

it's either i'm totally crazy now or they gave me the wrong medicine or i'm not actually imagining there's some kind of weird underground society that i'm suddenly part of? is this for real?

[action; Locke City University Hospital]

[This post is made from a hospital room, where one Anthony Albert is lying on a bed with his phone, typing away and scrolling through the network he just discovered. Around his head is some bandages and he's got some bandaids and other small scrapes on his face and hands from his light accident with a bad driver earlier.

This is nuts. He's also bored. The boy tosses his phone down on the mattress after a few minutes and rolls onto his side with a loud sigh.]

I'm definitely going insane.

hollowleg

Hey, cop type people.

Where do you keep the sniffy-sniffy dogs?

Just asking, you know. No reason. In particular.

Hehehehe...

Oh. I got this weird pulse and I can't explain it. I think it's like a sixth sense because it doesn't make any sense in the context of my other senses. Wow I said "sense" a lot there. But it's like... I can tell where people are... and like... their "auras"? Or some bullshit like that? Maybe sensing straight up life energy. This also tells me how tasty they'd be if I ate them and that's pretty horrifying. But anyone know of anything like this? Hnn.

keywarding

[The image settles on a girl who looks about fifteen with brown hair that falls around her face easily. She's staring at the camera which is her phone before her eyes go round in shock.]

Oh my god it actually worked!

[Glancing around her room quickly, she makes sure her door is shut. It looks like her room. A few trophies sit on the wall behind her, a small window open to the outside with yellow curtains fluttering the breeze.]

So this- this is really happening huh? The numbers and weird memories? Well- [She takes a breath and waves.]

Um... hi?

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