originaloddcouple: (The Pain...)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
Doubles blew up bank. Shot people on camera. Police at door. Lawyer not answering calls. House isn’t safe anymore. Will contact when able.

knights_king: (106)
[personal profile] knights_king

[Standing in the middle of the street Saturday night in a less dense part of Las Vegas, Arthur's doppel produced his phone and entered the numbers in, posting video feed.]

I think I know who's responsible for that big light in Germany.

It's some copy of me, but something must have happened to him--because, he isn't right. His eyes are gold, not green and he sports black armor, like some sort of demon.

[Steady and unfettered by the idea of what he was suggesting, Arthur called himself out.]

Whoever you are, I know something's happened to you which has made you 'wrong'. The only thing I can do is get rid of you so you don't cause anymore damage. So, I'm calling you out. [His serious look had turned more malicious, anger showing in his eyes.] Be a man.

If anyone else is suffering from this problem, please let me know. I'll help you take care of these things.


Feb. 17th, 2015 09:14 pm
feastorfamine: (55)
[personal profile] feastorfamine
Hey everyone. I know things are really complex right now. We finally got past all that business in Lapland and it seems like a whole new problem has cropped up. Right now we're not even sure who is who or what's even going on, and I realize that's pretty stressful.

So, I was just wondering if anyone would be up for doing something to take the edge off together. I'm not saying we let our guards down or anything, and I know any of those doubles of us would be able to see this, but I don't think there's any harm in talking about things that help us relax, right?


It's funny, you know. I've been told I'm physically incapable of relaxing more than once, so I can imagine how weird this must feel coming from me. Buuut... I think it'd be helpful all the same. Even if we just talk about the small things, I think it'd be pretty helpful.
charcoalfeather: (But why?)
[personal profile] charcoalfeather
[The video flickers to life, and it shows Rakka's face. She appears to be in Neuschwanstein. An odd sort of trend for people on the network recently, making posts while at the castle grounds. It was likely to not raise any particular warning signs, unless you know what this coincidence probably means.

Rakka brushed some hair from her face. It didn't help to improve her fairly disheveled look at all, and in fact might have made it worse. All in all, she didn't seem to be happy, or even smiling. Hey, was that a bruise?

Hey, it's Rakka. [There just wasn't as much energy in her tone as usual.] It seems like everyone around here's been losing their minds. Apparently it means that there's clones of all of us running around... but, maybe it just means that things are getting even worse. In a way, that would make sense, right?

[But, honestly, she wasn't sure what was happening. She'd been thinking about what Emi had said to her, about her apparently showing the vampire some kindness. She wouldn't lie about that, would she...? What would she even have to gain, except for a moment's confusion on the Haibane's part which could be a little funny for someone else...]

Dammit... [She whispered with a sigh, expression quickly turning frustrated.] I don't fucking know. It's not like anything in this world makes any sense anyways. It doesn't even matter, does it? [A question that seems to bother her.] I'm trying really hard to figure that out... but I can't.

[And she kills the feed.]
scarlet_devil: ([Teen] What the...)
[personal profile] scarlet_devil
It's me, Emi.

Something really weird's going on, I don't know what's causing it. Something's changing the way we're acting? What if it affects me too? It can't be echoes, can it? It doesn't sound like echoes.

I don't know what to do.

[Those that know Emilia, the real Emilia, should know by now that she usually prefers to use video or voice to communicate with the network. And she certainly doesn't sound so unsure of herself either, or scared. At any rate, at this moment she is at the castle, trying to look as unnoticeable as possible in the upper courtyard.]


Feb. 9th, 2015 04:53 pm
alilyinthemoonslight: (Mirage - 002)
[personal profile] alilyinthemoonslight
[Reclining back, smirking at the camera is... Lily? It at least rather looks like Lily, but there are... distinct differences. Her hair is much looser than Lily's normally is, and a bit darker. She wears something quite unlike Lily as well - a form fitting black dress. Where has she gotten everything for this, much less the computer she's speaking from? Well, it may just so happen that she has a means of easily swiping stuff from places without anyone being any the wiser.]

Oooooh, there we go. Hello~ It's been a few days.

[She leans forward, propping her chin lazily on one hand, and chuckles.]

Aren't all of you miserable fucking losers just the cutest. You know what I'm tired of? Being one of those losers.

Scrambling around the globe for a bunch of ungrateful, snot nosed little brats... and for what? Just what has any of that gotten me, gotten any of us?!

I'm done with that bullshit. We have all of this power, and we just cower in the shadows!

[Her smirk turns sadistic, and she flashes her teeth.] It's high time we did something much, much more fun with our power...

What do you say~?

[OOC: Needless to say, this is Doppelganger Lily, who does not yet realize she isn't as such, especially since Lily herself hasn't posted to the Network since the Lapland rescue, since the doubles do not initially realize they're copies. As per the Plot Post, her Number is indistinguishable from Lily's own. The real Lily won't notice this immediately since she's busy hovering over Winter after her injuries in Lapland, but she WILL be along in this post... after I've had some fun, first.]
originaloddcouple: (I Say Miria)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
[The video opens on the good old Something Old Antiques and that happy dorky couple waving enthusiastically at the camera.]

Hey guys, its us! The Dians!

Listen, we've been thinking a lot lately.

About you guys.

We don't know if we've mentioned it recently, but... [There's a nervous pause from both of them before they turn the smiles back on.] You mean a lot to us.

You're our best friends in the world.

Without you guys... well, I don't know what we'd do.

But, you know. Echoes are weird.

Super weird.

And sometimes people forget everything.

And that sucks.

So, uh, we've made contact with the Masquerading Thieves around Locke...

Whoever those brilliant masked people are.

And they're funding a little project we've set up.

Basically, we're hoping on hiring a third party, a lawyer or something, to handle some files.

This'll ensure that we have some way to send messages to ourselves if we lose our memories.

Make sure we can still contact our old friends.

Make sure our old friends will trust that we're friends.

Stuff like that.

So, we'll... see how that goes. If anyone has any suggestions or recommendations on lawyers, or messages they want to send to "themselves"... [Air quotes]

...You can count on us.
ursoreckless: (work work work)
[personal profile] ursoreckless
[ when the feed turns on, it first shows a rather uninteresting tile wall and a couple of expensive hair care products. the screen jiggles a little, and then a slightly damp Shou is in view, wearing a pair of worn gym pants and his hair wrapped up in a towel. he sets the phone down at the proper height and sighed, leaning back against what was most likely the side of a tub. ]

It's taken me a little bit of thinking to get the whole mess in order, but guess everyone needs to know what was said during that Secretary meeting thing. I'd almost expect it to be talked about sooner... but guess we're just trying to understand it. I know there was a little weirdness going on; they had that really nice alien guy there and he's got a smile that can charm a cat outta it's skin.

[ he frowns and takes the towel off, rubbing his hair a little and then places the towel to the side. ] We've been asking all sorts of questions about why we are here and what caused Wise Snakes and stuff to rise up and all we got were more theories. The aliens had no idea what they were for, but said that they are the thousands of Souls, of some kind of essence of animals that collectively just wants to survive. They've got no idea what causes us, save that we're also composed of one Soul per Numbered and that when the giant colony of Souls - or whatever the fuck they are - started stirring, it caused our Souls to start getting whacked and wanna return to how it was before.

Anyways, they don't know much about them outside that there's about a dozen of them, and they are gonna wake up and they won't stop unless they get killed. They also said something about how Tiny had a lot of information that we and they are lacking and they woulda like to speak to him outside the fact that we've gone killed him.

L and Saretha were there as well. We can probably all answer any questions about it, though gotta say they seemed a little clueless too. At least, they were good at seeming; I'm still not sure if we can trust all of this but that's just me. Oh and there's a new alien with them. A woman by the name Young and she's pretty certain about trusting that dick in charge of the military presence here.


Dec. 23rd, 2014 01:15 am
purestambition: (116)
[personal profile] purestambition
[Saretha sits, staring with as little emotion as possible at the screen. In addition to dealing with numerous revelations of late, she is... well, more than a little displeased at what's happened to Locke City since that entire ordeal.

But she also knows that admonishing and belittling anyone won't get her anywhere. So she refrains.]


I will keep this short. [But not sweet.]

In addition to keeping in contact with the media of late, I have some news for you all.

I have received a message from the Secretary of Defense, requesting audience on the 28th of this month. I will require two more of our number to accompany me.

[A pause.] And I will not mince words, I have an idea of the sort of person I would like to join in on this. This is important, and we must treat it with great care.

This is a delicate situation right now, and I should not have to tell you that the military oversight in Locke City now is... disturbing, to say the least.

[OOC - In direct reference to this over here on the OOC comm! More than likely, she'll be picking from the folks who have chimed in there.]
gogoghostpowers: (Fenton: super excited! // wow what a day)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
[HEY REMEMBER THIS KID? You might not. He's been away for about a month, and been sparse on the network for even longer--not due to lost echoes, but just refusing to engage the network in general. Especially after some very concerning messages he left before going into complete radio silence.

BUT THAT'S OKAY NOW BECAUSE HERE HE IS NOW! Maybe he'll explain his erratic behavior?]

webcam photo )
merchants: (Rose: Smile.)
[personal profile] merchants
What: Rose Bonbright has organized a bus and sent out invitations to all numbered that she has contact information of, asking them to inform everyone else about the trip to the Nuremberg Christmas Market that she's organizing. There was also a sign to the same end at the Hotel in Reutte where some numbered are staying. And today is the day! The bus leaves around 11am Central European Time (5am EST) and leaves Nuremberg late at night when the market closes down.
Where: Germany - on the bus and at the Christmas Market
When: 29th of November
How: Please just start your own threads and tag around, there's no top level comments this time!

Christmas has come to town )

[Please keep in mind that Nuremberg is outside of the echo boundaries and all echoes will thus be at 10%. Memories of the network will still be present but feel a bit unreal and kind of fuzzy. The network is not accessible from outside of the echo boundaries.

People don't have to take the bus back to the Neuschwanstein Area, they can also take the train if they want to afterparty or stay a few days.]
jasminebloominginshadow: (thinking)
[personal profile] jasminebloominginshadow
... Hey everyone. I figured now was a good time to talk about this, given I just realized it's been over a year since I first became a numbered.

It feels like a lifetime ago, you know? I was a completely different person, it feels like. I didn't care about other people, but then something clicked and... I was part of something. Even if the memories I got back were terrible, I finally had people who weren't out of my life before I could get to know them. I wanted to get to know people.

It's been difficult, but... I... I'm happy I became a Numbered. I wish I didn't have someone like Dark Precure to gain the memories of, but everything else... I wouldn't want to go back to how I used to be.


I just wanted to get that off my chest. Thank you. Everyone. Again.
welovetointerviewyou: (Freeman: At the center of things.)
[personal profile] welovetointerviewyou
[On the Friday evening news (and on repeat much of Saturday), there is a huge story being covered. Alistair Freeman was allowed to film and interview one Randall Lyall on the full moon last week to get some answers regarding the stalking of the school by a strange creature. Here are just a few snippets of it]

Before the Transformation )

First Half Hour )

End of the Night )

[[OOC: Wanna get in touch with him? Respond here!]


Nov. 13th, 2014 08:19 pm
ghostly_heiress: (All the concern)
[personal profile] ghostly_heiress
[Backdated to the 9th]

[Her writing is a bit messier today, but still perfectly legible.]

Has anyone seen Danny today? At all?

I think he's going to leave Locke.
goldenflames: (Unexpressive)
[personal profile] goldenflames
Hey, what's up?

[The is clearly Yelena's but it's obviously sounding a bit more subdued than usual. It's in audio only, and isn't all that long.]

Okay, with people back here in Locke being out for our blood and all, I figure that maybe some of you could stand to learn how to fight, since I'm pretty good at MMA. Y'know, assuming you haven't gotten back fighting skills already.

I got a place in Locke big enough. Plus, I'm not a known Numbered, so... Any takers?
charcoalfeather: (But why?)
[personal profile] charcoalfeather
[Rakka looked down at the screen glumly, she was likely using her phone for this. Over her shoulder, a sign for the café she was evidently sitting outside of hung on a metal railing. On that metal railing was a crow, the black, feathery beast keeping an eye on the winged girl below.

Rakka herself looked exhausted, likely a side effect of both the time zone change and the booze the group of teens she was with had been going through. Right now though, she was musing over a cup of coffee.

...It was my birthday, yesterday. [She mused sadly.] After everything that happened, I forgot about it.

[She tried to shrug it off, to smile and be there for others. But after having seen her friend get shot up, and subsequently leaving without a word to Germany, Rakka's spirits were low.

She took a slow sip from her coffee.
] Everyone here is nice though. [Another sip and a frown.] ...I miss when it was like this in Locke City.


Sep. 24th, 2014 08:14 pm
jasminebloominginshadow: (sullen)
[personal profile] jasminebloominginshadow
Mn. I... I need to ask you guys something. I mean, this isn't about something that I haven't covered before. I get reminded I'm not my pre-incarnation all the time. I'm not a monster, I have people who love me. I have friends. I have a girlfriend.

But... has anyone else ever had a time when you look at everything, and even though you have every reason to be confident and rise above all the shitty stuff that comes and goes for us, you just feel... upset all over again? You get stuck repeating lessons you think you should have learned several times over.

I can't stop thinking about Dark Precure. I'm angry about having to leave my home. I'm scared of all the stuff lurking around us. I know someone'll come around and help me pick myself up, but...


It just gets exhausting, you know? You can rise above a challenge so many times, but a lot of them just keep coming back. And I just want to know if anyone else feels this way. I feel like a broken record.
originaloddcouple: (Default)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
[So these two idiots have something to say...]

Hi everyone! Miria and Isaac here!

We know that we all want to be careful, so we thought we should set up a little warning for you all.

[They proceed to pull out a picture of Ladd Splot.]

See this guy? He is terrible.

The actual worst.

Like, however bad you think Tiny is? Worse.

He's totally a corrupt cop that somehow didn't get kicked off the force.

He's also Jacuzzi's dad! You remember Jacuzzi, right?

The best guy around!

He could do anything!

Including getting away from this guy and live happily ever after!

So, here's what you should do when you see him: insult him.

Insult him lots of times.

Particularly about how awful he is.

And much better everyone is than him.

Like Hitler. Hitler was better than him.

...Actually, was he blonde?

Might have been. Had blue eyes too...

Okay everyone! Ladd Splot is a nazi!

Please proceed hating him!

sunshinethatwarmsherup: (Well we're all going to die)
[personal profile] sunshinethatwarmsherup
Anyone who knows anything about magical stuff I need you to reply to this right now!!! We have aproblem! Lily had a magical mirror thing and it glowed and now both she and Winter are gone and wedont know how to get them back or whattdo andwhat if this thing starts eating otherpeople and...

[ That sure wasn't how Linda usually typed, but in the current circumstances who could blame her for having a ridiculous amount of smushed together words and typos. At this rate, she should make sure never to leave her house again for anything other than school. Bad stuff always seems to do that. But at the same time, maybe she should slow down enough to actually, you know, write coherently.]

Sorry. Sorry, little panicked here. Because we really have no idea what to do and we're lucky that Lily's sister hasn't broken the damn thing yet. Like I said, if anyone knows anything about magical mirrors, we can really use your help right now. Even if it's just a little bit of advice beyond "Don't touch the stupid thing anymore". Right now anything's better than the nothing we have right now.
boxingbuff: (Sounds exciting!)
[personal profile] boxingbuff
[The video turns on with a flicker, briefly obscured by a bright light. The light in question, which seemed to be from a desk lamp, is quickly moved away. Finally, the video shows an adult male, sitting at a desk and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

He's also dressed in a policeman's uniform, if that means anything.

Well, this is fantastic. [Ladd mutters in his vaguely Brooklyn accent, rubbing his chin.] First I get some really interesting memories I don't remember having, and now I got a password to a network I never wanted to subscribe to in the first place.

[He lets out a low laugh, almost sarcastic.] It's almost like it's karma or something. I'm guessing this is what the kid was talking about. Shame I kicked him out, he'd be almost useful right now. For once.

So! [He leans back in his chair, giving the viewer a smirk.] You guys are those super-humans I've heard so much about. The ones that helped destroy the business district almost a year ago, and get half the force arrested and taken away.

[A nod, polite.] Officer Ladd Splot, at your service.
guitar_case_vagabond: (Senketsu)
[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond
[Okay, video feed from the number that typically belongs to Raye Satterfield. King of a weird angle being aimed straight up at the ceiling. Odd enough.

Oh, hey, there's her weird one-eyed sailor uniform popping into frame and looking at the feed. He waves one sleeve and then sets to work, setting up tiles from various word-based board games to spell out his message.]





[What do you do, network? WHAT DO YOU DO?]

001 | text;

Sep. 9th, 2014 02:33 am
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[personal profile] overlordkun
[ Laharl "Harley" Shadie had his first echo long ago, around the time his parents split. The network never really seemed like anything more than some internet forum, perhaps some website nerds and other losers posted their feelings-- like some online diary. When his number popped into his head, he logged on, lurked... and quickly logged off. Too immature at the time (and lazy) to care, even now. Everything happening around Vegas didn't seem connected at the time nor does it seem that involving even now.

However, lately his brother has started getting echos... Though he'll never admit it, watching Mao try it only made Harley more interested-- he has to mimic his older brother. Do it better, get that well deserved attention! Much like his first assumption, Harley is going to assume the network is the perfect place to start uploading his "sweet" skateboarding tutorial videos. Not that this or anything like this is what the network's purpose is for but he'll learn... ]

youtube video cut )

[ Uploading something simular to this. ]

so yeah idk where I log in or if I logged in already but my youtube username is MeteroSMASH2003 you should sub and like.

better then all you losers talking about new channel crap, amirte?
grannyfucker: (and i aint afraid to show it)
[personal profile] grannyfucker
[...Jovan doesn't know how to act on the network any more. They know who he is now, they have a name and a face they can attach to the messages, so he doesn't know what he can or can't say any more.

And he especially doesn't know what to do and how to do it after he died and was dug up by some of the people on this network. So he just goes for the most neutral phrasing possible.]


How do you track down the person who received all your stuff after you died if you don't know who they are?
onecream_fivesugar: (THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I WANT!)
[personal profile] onecream_fivesugar
[Robyn had just wanted to go spend some time with her aunt, they were going to get ice cream and have a grand old time. The last thing she expected or wanted to have was a group of mafia goons suddenly swarm her on the street and pull her into a black van that had just swerved up to the curb. The thugs had come, swept Robyn up and had disappeared just as fast as they come. She tried her best to fend them off but well... She was a sixteen year old girl with the power to summon rose petals randomly and run kind of fast. She wasn't prepared or capable or defending herself from something like this.

Over twenty four hours had passed since that happened. Of course, Robyn had no idea what time it was, she had completely lost track of time a few hours in. She hadn't even heard much from the thugs after they brought to god knows where. When they arrived they had sat her down in a chair, tied, gagged and blindfolded her only to back off and leave her without another or word or an explanation as to why they were doing this. She could hear them speaking in hushed tones, but none of them would answer her muffled cries.

So she did the only things she could: she squirmed and tried to break free to no avail, she screamed, she cried, she slept a little but not much. She was too terrified to do that for very long.

Eventually Someone did approach her. Told her that they'd let her go if she helped them deliver a message. ...Robyn agreed. They untied her hands, removed the gag and blindfold and shortly after they gave her a laptop. It didn't take her long after that to connect to the network.

[ As soon as he's sure that Robyn seems to have connected to the mystery numbers network, a man steps forward. Anyone who has ever Googled him should recognise him, since he's pretty distinctive-looking, but he's going to introduce himself for the benefit of people who haven't. What a lovely man. ]

Well, hello. Assuming my friend here is telling the truth and you can all see me - and she better be -

[ He places a hand on Robyn's head. It's an unmistakably threatening gesture. Robyn flinches at the touch, but she's not in a position to stop him. ]

- then I assume you all know who I am. Albero. Mr. Albero. And I have a proposal for your, ah... collective.

[ He grins, lowering his shades just enough to peer over the top of them. ]

Get out of my city. You're in the way. Pack your freak bags and get the hell out. You do that, and I won't come after you. The unpleasantness will stop. You stay here? Me and the family keep having our fun. And believe me, my unsavoury friends, we have been having a lot of fun with this. You're great entertainment! Bravo. But all good things must come to an end, huh?

[ He ruffles Robyn's hair, still grinning in an incredibly unpleasant manner. Fresh tears well up in her eyes. ]

To prove I can keep my promises, I'll be letting my new friend here go home by the end of the day. As long as nobody tries anything stupid, anyhow. Sounds good, right, princess?

[Robyn whimpers and looks away, her eyes fixed on the ground as tears stream down her cheeks.]

[ He crouches so that he's at Robyn's level, still smiling into the camera as he takes is hand from her head and instead grips her shoulder. Rather too hard, unfortunately - hopefully she doesn't bruise easily. ]

[Robyn bit her lip and shook her head frantically. She tried to stop herself from making a sound, but despite her efforts she let out a pained groan.]

I suggest you all consider my offer. [And to Robyn:] End it.

[Robyn's arms shook and she slowly raised trembling hands to the laptop again, her fingers fumbled on the keyboard but she didn't actually shut down her connection to the network. Albero stepped away from the computer to speak to a few of the men that had been holding Robyn over the last day, leaving her alone with the network open for now. Does anyone want to say hi?]

[OOC: Used red for Robyn bits!]
grannyfucker: (i pimp to the beat)
[personal profile] grannyfucker
[HEY LOOK, isn't that the number of that one douchebag who died a few weeks ago?? I hope you guys are ready for your daily dose of creepy audio posts, because this one starts with the sound of scratching on wood and some heavy breathing. Soon enough, though, the scratching becomes more erratic and the breathing heavier and louder--and then it's just full blown wheezing.]

Somebody...somebody get me the fuck out of here!

[Then a series of loud 'thud's as the voice becomes more frantic.]

Right now!
guitar_case_vagabond: (Bad News First)
[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond
[Raye being in a sour mood on one of these network posts of hers isn't a rare sight by any stretch of the imagination, but this time she's not ranting or raving or looking even particularly grumpy, but she's definitely not happy as she stands out in the street, leaning against a wall. She definitely doesn't look good though and when she speaks up at least there's almost a tremor in her voice.]

Hey. So, uh, I was doing pretty good about keeping stuff under wraps around home and all but... I guess somebody picked up what I looked like when I was grabbing that teleporter thing. So, that... kinda just blew up.

[She blows out a breath and rubs the back of her arm across her eyes, shaking her head and growling a bit.]

Look, fuck the details but does anybody out there have a couch or something? Me and Senketsu are gonna need a place to crash for--

-- for awhile.
charcoalfeather: (walking into danger)
[personal profile] charcoalfeather
Who: Rakka Yoshitoshi and Raye Satterfield/Later on, Isaac and Miria
Where: Random Alleyway, Locke City/The Dians residence
What: Rakka has a run in with the mafia and then she gets saved.
When: August 3rd
Warnings: General violence, mafia shenanigans.

Holding out for a hero )
talkshitgetsis: (77)
[personal profile] 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.

gogoghostpowers: (Phantom: just...eaugh.)
[personal profile] 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.]
originaloddcouple: (Default)
[personal profile] originaloddcouple
And then the idiocy began )

[Why look, it appears the Dians have decided to make a post!]

Hi guys! Sorry for the lack of updates, business has been kinda busy lately!

And for those of you we forgot to tell, Isaac and I are back together!

And closer than ever!

Remember, everyone is free to pop by for whatever reason!

[Here, Isaac make a thoughtful face. Unlike the rest of the video, this looks… practiced.] Oh, by the way, a thought sort of crossed our minds recently.

Just a sudden curiosity!

And google has not been very helpful on this.

So, we were wondering if anyone knows where one find the black market!

Again, for curiosity’s sake! We’re planning on staying far away from those place. But we’d like to know where they are!

To avoid them!

Right you are, Miria!

[And with a quick wave, the feed ends.]


Jul. 16th, 2014 05:52 pm
italktofish: cap from wf.toonzone.net (underwater grin)
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[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!
charcoalfeather: (The crows?)
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Hey... it's Rakka.

[Indeed it is, complete with a tired smile and a little wave. She appeared to be on a couch in the Dians's place, the screen resting on her lap.]

So I've been thinking, about a lot of things. It's not like there is a lot going on, and I should probably be doing something about trying to fly and stuff. I already have a way to do it.

[The screen jerked as she turned it, eventually showing the rocket boots Octavia had created for her.] I just need to figure out how to do it with my wings.

[Still, she looked... conflicted. Her eyes went from the boots, to the screen and back. She let out a yawn.]

Maybe... I'll do it another time. It's really hot outside anyways.

[She can just put it off and watch anime, right?]
originaloddcouple: (Default)
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Who: Isaac, Miria, Jacuzzi, Nice, and Rakka
What: A small party with absolutely no stupid decisions, no sir.
When: 4th of July
Where: Something Old Antiques

The Dians were pretty darn ecstatic. It was a lovely evening with great friends by their side. So as soon as they heard the doorbell, they raced down to the door.

“Hi buddies!”

”Glad you could make it!”
testsonseashells: (Default)
[personal profile] testsonseashells
Hello, all—Dr. Solus checking in. Over past several days, several—lack any better word than cultists appearing around Las Vegas. Recent aurora, for those of you unaware, expanded Echo boundary, and also appears to have inspired locals; disparate groups united under name "Children of the Shell".

[The above images are displayed at this point, captioned with low-rank member symbol and high-rank member symbol respectively.]

Also seem drawn to waterways, just as Vermini are. Have to wonder if cultists mentally influenced in any way. Appreciate input.

[And with that, he signs off.]
lowres: (Small ✣ With the soft wind)
[personal profile] lowres
Is it very hard to get used to wearing contacts?

I do not want to upset anyone with my eyes, but I am not sure contact lenses would even work... Does anyone have experience with them?
bombgasmic: (sigh »» a handful that's what they are.)
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A semi-important announcement: Take care not to jinx yourself with hypothetical questions by making sure to knock on wood!
A more important announcement: Even if your past self is as obsessed with explosives as mine was, it's ver crucial to be careful in handling them. A lot more careful than me.

In conclusion: I'm okay. But I had a close call with one of the bombs I Echoed back from other-me. Not that fun.

That said, to discuss a lighter aspect of my situation, due to the incident my hair is all singed and messed up on one side so I have to get that cleaned up eventually. I don't want to cut it all short though, so I guess my choice is going to be one of those asymmetrical styles!! Sort of exciting. I haven't changed my hair in a few years.

Speaking of hairstyles, though, my old one looks almost just like the one my other self had in the one memory I have where she looked in a mirror. Does this happen a lot? Do you have hair similar to other-you, too? I know some guy who Echoed back other-him's hair... I don't bet he's alone in that, is he?

Take care to take care of yourself guys.