savetheearth | Entries tagged with grimm: nick burkhardt

Who: Nick Burkhardt and Randolph Lyall
What: PTZD pseudo-death and emotional confessions
When: Tuesday night
Where: Lyall and Nick's place in Germany
Warnings: Fake!death, more will updated if needed!

( someday you will die )

detectivetroll

Who: Everyone joining the mafia attack
What: Attack on the mafia meeting
When: Monday night, December 8th
Where: mafia building

An hour before the meeting, everyone who wants to make a stand against the mafia - violent and potentially ill advised though it might be - gathers in a nearby location to make final plans. Nick’s original idea of Xander moving a small number of people through shadows into the meeting to take out Albero is still technically in effect, but only for those who are planning on gunning straight for the mafia boss himself. Or those who want to help take him out specifically, even if not to deliver the final blow themselves.

Thorir’s provided weapons from his shop, for any network members who know how to use them. L’d agreed to handle the coordination of getting everyone in the building to take out as many of the mafia members as they could, and to hopefully confine the chaos inside.

Because once they’re in and fighting, it’s… probably going to be at least a little chaos.

But hopefully, by the end of the night, it’ll at least be done.

[OOC: Linking one more time to the plotting post in case anyone needs it as the log goes on! I’ll post up a thread for those gunning for Albero so the mods can NPC him as needed, otherwise feel free to start your own threads to battle mafia goons!]

detectivetroll

This is Nick. I don't know how many of you are still on here that know me, but I'm going to cut right to the chase here: I've been working undercover with the mafia for months, trying to get their secrets for the network. And now I finally have something useful.

There's going to be a meeting soon. Albero will be there, along with a large number of high ranking mafia members. I know when, and where, and I know that if we hit it, we stand a good chance of taking them out and making a serious dent in their operation.

I know some of you are going to say that violence isn't the answer. For anyone who wants to try another road, I have a number of recordings of the mafia making plans to frame network members, and of some of the kidnappings that have happened, as well as the location of where the mafia members are getting their modifications. I'll pass them off to someone who wants them, but not until just before the meeting. It's obviously going to blow my cover pretty badly.

I'm going to that meeting. I don't want to do it alone, because I want to make this hurt, and I can't do that by myself. I know I'm not the only one who's been affected by what they've done, and if we want to stop them, to make it so they can't do it to anyone else - this is the best chance we've got.

We need to take it.

[OOC: A plotting post for this is up here!]

merchants

Who: EVERYONE!
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.]

greenisthenewblack

November 21st:

[A local news story breaks late Friday night.]

Earlier this hour, the quiet neighborhoods around Locke High School were disturbed by a large explosion. Emergency vehicles rushed to the scene, but thankfully nobody appeared to be in the school building at the time. No injuries have been reported, but the cause is under investigation. We have been informed that the explosion originated near the science labs, and it might have been an accident, but the police have yet to rule out a deliberate attack.

The school board is currently in debate over whether to re-open the school Monday morning.

November 22nd:

This just in! Police have responded to an alarm at a local bank branch. They arrived to find that explosives had been used to gain entry both to the building and the vault, and several thousand dollars were found missing. The culprit was not on the scene when the police arrived, and anyone who has seen or heard anything is encouraged to call their tip hotline at XXX-XXX-XXXX.

Later that night:

We have just received tapes from the bank robbery investigation! Following is a clip of the suspect, still at large.

[The grainy security camera footage reveals an athletic woman wearing all black, with very pale skin and long, black hair pulled into a ponytail. She circles the building, ducking just out of sight of the security cameras. A moment later there's a green flash, followed by an explosion.]

[Inside the bank is more of the same - the woman sneaks around as gracefully as a cat, finds a spot just outside of the camera's range, then blows another hole in the vault, complete with the weird green flash of light. She proceeds to enter and stuff a backpack full of bills, before taking off. She works entirely in the dark, which makes the details tricky to pick out.]

Police suspect this woman was involved with the previous night's explosion at the high school, thanks to several more footage pulled during the investigation.

[They show several still frames from the school's cameras, showing the same woman on the grounds, wearing a similar outfit.]

The police have reported that they have suspects for the case, but cannot release names until they have more information.

School officials have opted to close Locke High School until further notice to protect the safety of their students.

dead_black_eyes

[The man appearing onscreen this morning is haggard, somber, and distracted. Clearly, he's been awake all night, something he's been doing far too often lately, sitting curled in the middle of what appears to be a cleaned up but ancient school gymnasium's basketball court with his chin on his knees. A few feet away is a blue tarp hiding something sizable and lumpy.]

I know Albero's people are striking Espresso Yourself, early on the morning of Sunday, November 23, at 3:15 AM. They will be there to raze the building to the ground and they do not intend to take prisoners.

[He bites his lip, glancing away from the camera. The calmness he's affected since Anthony's death slips for a second, revealing something like fear. He swallows.]

I've been waiting for a pulse. I was hoping that maybe my other's experience and knowledge could help me, in this regard, but up to this point... it's been all quiet on that front.

[He rises slowly, moving towards the tarp and drawing it away from what it conceals. There are many pounds of dynamite stacked in the middle of his gym, along with several ominous looking canisters.]

I have dynamite and nitroglycerin. I think...

[He takes a deep, shuddering breath.]

I know we can kill a lot of them. Part of me really wants to, and I can't be the only one. But I know... I know that's not what we're fighting for, a criminal record of our own and another reason to be driven out of this city. So...

[He sits again, hard, on the floor, eyes and posture conveying a distinctly dazed quality.]

I think maybe it would be better to use this information to get the FBI on this and catch them in the act, with no blood shed. I'm prepared for both of these scenarios, but honestly... I don't know what's right. I'm so tired. I trust all of you, so... please help me make the right decision.

EDIT: I've been informed that Nick knows about another upcoming opportunity, a chance to hit the Mafia where it hurts. There's to be a meeting of higher-ups in the near future; further details are forthcoming.

dominateartimus

[The video starts with a shot of an apartment kitchen, with its counters filled with several containers of sweet and savory baked goods. Someone had gone on another baking spree after recent events, but chose to remain out of the picture. A black tail is seen at the bottom of the frame, swishing slightly as it brushes up against a lower cupboard before a meow is heard and the cat walks away.]

If you were around the last time I made a post like this, then you know what I'm about to offer. For those who don't, I've made a bit too much and I'm willing to share this to the network. I already gave a large portion of what I made to the people working on rebuilding Las Vegas a few days ago. But, I'm unable to leave Locke for the time being since the 'teleporter' is presently inaccessible. Sorry.

professorwolf

[Usually when Lyall's number shows up on the network, it's either an audio post, or from his laptop-- neatly typed in Arial in a Word document. This afternoon, though, it's paired with his small, neat handwriting on lined paper, appearing slowly as he's making an effort to keep it tidy and not shaky. Apparently his circumstances have changed a bit.]

In case anyone needs me, check at the police station. I've been brought into holding "for my own safety" after Anthony's well-publicized death, but it's a fairly thinly veiled excuse to get me off the streets because they think I'm behind the vandalism and attack at the school. Besides, "my own safety" could be seen to somewhere other than a cell.

I'm just glad they left me a pen and a notebook.

Once I'm out again, I'm afraid I may have to put aside my usual penchant for pacifism and suggest we do something about the imposter wolf. One of the students was actually bitten last night! I'm sure I could sniff him out, if someone would be willing to come actually help me deal with him.

[He's pretty sure he won't lack for volunteers. Now he just has to worry about getting out, and not getting out too soon, since he has a plan for tomorrow night, at least....]

professorwolf

Who: Lyall and Nick
When: Backdated to October 22, night
Where: Nick's apartment
What: Concern and possibly difference of opinion

When news about Anthony broke, the first thing Lyall did was call Nick. To his concern, the man didn't pick up. But he let him have some space, since he knew how important Anthony had been to him. He tried calling again two days later, figuring that was enough time to let the man grieve on his own and be ready to talk. Still nothing.

Now, two nights before the funeral is supposed to happen, he isn't going to let Nick hole himself up alone-- or whatever he's doing-- any longer. He shows up on Nick's doorstep after dark, checking by scent for whether he's actually home. If he isn't, he sits in front of the door to wait. If he is, he knocks. And, in fact, pounds, if Nick doesn't open up after the first couple knocks. If it gets to that point, though, there might wind up being a hole in the door, given Lyall's still working on controlling his newfound strength....

Either way, he's not going away.

professorwolf

Who: Randall/Randolph Lyall, Nick Burkhardt, and Hajime Aikawa
When: October 9, full moon night
Where: Lyall's house
What: First full moon since the strength change....

By now, with all the intentional changes he'd gone through, Lyall had at least learned to stop screaming when the full moon change hit him. He had some pride. But for the full moon changes, he no longer had any control over the noises he made by about halfway through the change, the human part of his mind gone. It made it easy for the people on the other side of the door to tell when he was done changing, at least, since the howling and crying turned into panting and slow recovering whines, as the last of his bones finally finished healing up.

Hajime and Nick had half an hour of peace before the wolf was healed up enough to register their scent, and the growls started. They had an hour after that before his full strength returned, and he started attacking the door: claws first, which had the effect of rattling the door violently and making a horrible scratching sound, louder than previous months' attempts. Then, when that didn't get the barrier out of the way, a sickening, deafening thud that shook the whole wall.

The door frame started to crack on the second hit.

ghostly_heiress

[A post early in the morning, and sounding so tired.]

So, I can't go home. I suppose I should have expected something like this.

Everyone who went to Robyn's party, you may have investigators visiting you. I did make sure the security cameras were off for the party areas, I didn't really want Dad snooping into it, but the servants may still be able to give a description or a name depending.

I'm somewhere safe currently, but it's a short term solution with the whole money issue and I don't have the skills to actually forage for my own food.

If there's any police on here who would be looking for missing kids...I'm really, really sorry.

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?

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? )

greenisthenewblack

Who: Sheila, the principal (NPC), and any witnesses!
What: Someone's been found out - and summarily fired.
When: Mid-morning
Where: The halls of Locke High School

Sheila had thought that she'd been doing pretty well. Yeah, sometimes she slips up and her hands glow for a few seconds, and she's certainly obsessively checking her makeup. But it's finally cooling off enough that her questionable fashion choice of long sleeves and gloves is looking less suspicious. So she's so far she assumes that she's in the clear.

So when the principal pulls her into the hall during her first period class, her 'condition' certainly isn't the first thing that springs to her mind. There's a few moments of muffled conversation from outside the door. Then...

"EXCUSE ME?" Anyone who's had the dubious honor of pushing Ms. Go to her limits of patience knows that tone. Though usually it's not quite so loud.

((OOC: Student participation, network posts/regular old cell phone videos about the drama, and rumormongering are all highly encouraged. Particularly about how fast Nick and Karl are going to show up to bail her out. I trust you all can get a few ridiculous rumors out of that, right?))

detectivetroll

Who: Nick Burkhardt and Anthony Janvier, and later Nick and Lyall
Where: Nick and Anthony's apartment, then Lyall's place
When: Sunday evening, 09/07
What: Nick has some things to fess up to
Warnings: none right now!

( For Anthony )

( For Lyall )

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.]

So.

How do you track down the person who received all your stuff after you died if you don't know who they are?

scramasax

Who: Anthonies Janvier and Sparado, Hajime Aikawa, Shou Chinen, possibly Richard Stroud, Xander Jarle, Nick Burkhardt, Soren Castor, Davin Carter, John Smith, Toushirou Hitsugaya, and anyone else who might've expressed interest in an expedition delving after dark into the mummy-infested catacombs beneath a local church.
Where: Below the altered St. John's Episcopal Church.
When: Evening of Saturday, September 6th.
What: Investigation and hopeful threat elimination.
Warnings: Violence and encouragement of good old "Lovecraft insanity".

[This log is going to be broken down for free-for-alling section-by-section:
- Area 1 - The Entrance
- Area 2 - The First Hall
- Areas 3 and 4 - The First Room and Stairwell
- Areas 5 and 6 - The Fountain Room
- Areas 7 and 8 - The Arcane Study
- Area 9 - The Shrine
- "Boss Fight"
- Return to the Church

To toss in another character or brush up on what to expect in the catacombs, including areas and monsters, please refer to this post - and, of course, toss in any questions if you've got them!]

stopinthenameofawe

[Maybe this isn't something that would have bothered Melissa normally, but... well. With everything going on even she feels like she should check.]

Hey. Anybody seen Robyn today? She was supposed to come chill with me for the night, but she hasn't shown up. Her dad doesn't know where she is either.

...For the record, we made this arrangement in person, so it's not because of her losing her memories of the network.

[.....Danny she swears to god if this has anything to do with you...]

professorwolf

Lyall here. I'm very sorry to all my students expecting to see me at the high school this week, but I've been informed I no longer work there. I'll still be happy to tutor if anyone needs it, and the substitute will have all of my lesson plans and labs.

[And a personal text to Nick, sent shortly before the network one:]

They fired me.

umbrael

Who:

umbrael feat.

detectivetroll on transport,

radiantchicken as translator, and special guest

gogoghostpowers. The ride there is closed but hanging out in outskirts afterwards is OPEN! seriously if you missed this post you can either backtag or handwave an invite from someone, or just kind of mumble into your hand when people ask how you got there.
Where: Starting in a Locke suburb, moving through various streets, and stopping somewhere in the rural area still within Locke's Echo boundary.
When: Evening/night of Thursday, August 21st
Warnings: bad language, violence against Vermedi.
What:
Part 1 - LOCKED to

umbrael,

detectivetroll,

radiantchicken,

gogoghostpowers - An attempt is made to move a large dinosaur out of town. In a shocking turn of events, they're noticed. Shenanigans ensue as Vermedi pursue.

Part 2 OPEN - hanging out in the outskirts.

Think of it like a bush party or a camping trip or something, just casual socializing/gawking at a big dinosaur and his parrot buddy ~~unless someone gets bored and wants Vermedi up here too, idk~~ out in the grassier, quieter area outside of town. There might even be something like a firepit, just, uh keep it safe, guys.

scramasax

Who: Xander Jarle, Hajime Aikawa, ~~Randolph~~ Randall Lyall, Nick Burkhardt, Kevin Cecil, and Anthony Janvier.
Where: St. John's Episcopal Church - or rather the building now standing where it previously did.
When: Backdated to 8/16, evening.
What: Clearance to poke around for some manner of secret basement granted.
Warnings: Sufficiently probable violence.

( All in all it's not /technically/ smaller than the old building... )

umbrael

[A new post, a new font, a new format! He truly appreciates the help he got from that last post, and I'm sure the network will appreciate it, too!]

Hi, dinosaur guy again. I actually hate to do this, but: I need a favour.

There any chance someone could rent a moving van for me? I need to move a large animal (me) to somewhere on the outskirts of town. Preferably at night, or close to it. Somewhere with running water ideal, but not necessary. Probably going to happen Wednesday or Thursday.

I won't be able to pay you back immediately, but if you need a dinosaur for something like, I don't know, parties or heavy lifting or exterminating, whatever, I could do that.

If that doesn't pan out, then plan b: Who here has good PR and would like to accompany a large animal (me) on a hike out to the edge of the city, Wednesday or Thursday? Because either way I'm going to get out this week, it's just a matter of how more than when.

On an unrelated note, I need to pierce one of my ears and the equipment and my earring are too tiny for my huge dinosaur hands. So I need someone to help me with that too. Please.

professorwolf

Randall again. I know there are probably many rather more pressing problems, right now-- such as the machine I hear we've commandeered, Thunder Corp's potential retaliation, the mob, that cult... but there's also apparently been a lot of talk on television and online about how horrible we are and how we're secretly trying to run the country.

[And Lyall can't do a bloody thing about Thunder Corp or the mob or a cult, especially while getting prepped for school to start soon... but he's hoping maybe he can help a little with this.]

I know someone was talking about attempting to make corrections when things got out wrong, like that, but I was thinking that perhaps having more of us to consult might make that easier. As in, I was considering asking for volunteers to go public together. Including myself, of course-- I simply don't think trying to do it alone would be wise. I'd rather not present the idea that I'm an attention-monger, or something.

[Or make himself a sole target.]

There's certainly the question of just how forthcoming to be-- I tend to favor more, rather than less, or people will undoubtedly learn there's more to know, and assume we are hiding even worse. But that would be up to each individual. Either way, I thought I'd pose the question, if anyone here is particularly interested in going public, and trying to equally publically correct some of those rumors. I certainly don't have any power to take over the country with.

[That last comes out dry, because he's hard-pressed to think of anything that "being a werewolf" would do for him, in politics. ... nevermind that he's fairly sure being one automatically gave you rank in whatever England his other fellow comes from. That's not here.]

We've spent a long time in hiding, so I'll understand if I don't have many takers, but I am hoping for a few....

grannyfucker

[Today is your lucky day, network, because the mystery of the identity of Simon Fucking Edwards is finally solved. Broadcasting from the same number as all those panic-inducing posts in the past is this chump, in his first full face video broadcast on the network ever.

Too bad it's under less than favorable circumstances. The background of the video is dark and his face is pale, lit up only by his phone's screen as he speaks into it in frantic, whispered tones. The camera jostles every few moments and Jovan is looking around frantically.]

Help! Help me, I--shit--the cult freaks grabbed me and they're--I don't know what they're doing to me now, I don't know what they want from me!

[He looks distressed and...almost to the point of tears, even.]

Somebody fucking--find me and save me!

[That's where the video cuts out.]

detectivetroll

Who: Nick Burkhardt and Randolph Lyall
Where: Lyall's house
What: reunion kind of!
When: August 4th
Warnings: likely none!

( there is no emotion avoiding going on here at all )

professorwolf

[A certain familiar British voice is back on the network, everybody.]

Well, I'm back. I don't think I remembered to let anyone outside my immediate circle know I would be gone... I apologize for that. But summer school and training are both out of the way, and I'm free for a whole week before classes begin again.

For anyone new here, I'm-- Randall Lyall.

[There's a brief hesitation there, as he consciously makes himself not say "Randolph".]

Biology teacher at Locke High. Also happen to be a werewolf.

So did I miss anything terribly important? It doesn't look like anything's blown up, in my absence, anyhow.

scramasax

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

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

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

Coughs.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Private to Alex K.]

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

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

[And "cut".]

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

dominateartimus

[It was very unusual for Xander to post to the network at this time of night. As the recording starts, the sound of a cupboard door being closed and a small grunt of pain is heard before he starts to speak.]

...Apparently there's a "family" claiming that they own this city and they won't hesitate to make a point with violence.

[There's a small creak of wood flooring and a shift of material, followed by another pained grunt.]

I would recommend that you don't travel alone and try to avoid engagement if you see a group of people following you. You'll thank me later for it.

[With that, he ends the recording.]

stopinthenameofawe

[Well... that blackout sure happened, and there are a lot of Echos coming off of that. Melissa's, up until now, have been pretty tame. No powers, no totally traumatizing memories (though she was getting the impression that that would come), nothing particularly out there. And, hell, maybe this Echo in particular wouldn't have gotten to anyone else, but in her context... she's a little freaked out.]

Has anyone gotten Echos that seem to vastly contradict each other?

[Locked to Nick and Eugen]

I HAVE FUCKING FANGS

[yeah she was not prepared for this.]

scramasax

[There's not a bit of artificial light on the screen. Closest it comes to it is a little flash of red in the back of one of Anthony's eye sockets once he leans into view, and as far as is discernible, he's in the same location as ever - his head's aimed a bit lower than the feed, turning off one corner then along at the other. Clears his throat.]

Uhmm... --

[His ribcage expands with a rattling and very faintly voiced intake of air, and release - an anxious sigh, as it were.

His voice comes back up low and restricted - he shakes his head a bit out of restlessness, shaking "it" out, and a tad out of shame.]

I'm sorry, if - if I can ask, um. [Coughs.] -- If anyone's looking am I -- am I still. Home -- ? [Awkward wobble falling flat of inflection at the end of clear projection. Loosens to an indoor-voice "whisper".]

Sorry, I uhhm. Had a pulse - which -- ...

[He jerks about a quarter around - turns his head aside a bit further.

Turns back to focus with his shoulders locked tense. His brow gives a twitch.]

...Don't know if I was doing anything while it was happening, ermm -- !

[And there is a female voice which bursts out laughing. Heartily. Steadily - and Anthony snaps back around again biting back a yell.]

Go -- please -- ! Err... [And back to the feed cringing with a light creak.] I'm sorry, sorry, I'm - still - hearing things... rr - right now, er...!

[The laughter continues. It's restraining itself, a bit. The pitch and cadence changes - the volume doesn't. Anthony drops his head to rest his temples against his hands. Cringing apologetically.

A bit of light floats about the lower edge of the frame.]

I'm -- ... Still inside - right? I'm -- so sorry, I... really am...

[That trails off. And the floating light slows down.]

professorwolf

Who: Randall/Randolph Lyall and Nick Burkhardt
When: June 8, evening
Where: Lyall's house
What: There's a small problem with some timing...

Lyall sits on the sturdy little futon he'd gotten to replace his mangled couch, his laptop on the cushion next to him but not watched, waiting for Nick to get there. The phone conversation had been brief-- all he'd had to say was that Geoff had invited him, and presumably others he'd spoken with, to the spaceship to talk about the car-- and of course Nick had wanted to come over and talk about it in person.

Lyall, of course, is fine with that.

The door's unlocked when Nick shows up, and he gets a, "Come on in!" when he's at the door, before he even had a chance to knock. Lyall's listening for him, after all.

detectivetroll

Who: Melissa and Nick, with Karl and Lyall via texts
When: June 3
Where: at a bar
What: getting drunk and doing stupid stuff

( best rolemodels )

detectivetroll

Who: Randall Lyall and Nick Burkhardt
When: May 14th
Where: Vacationing outside Locke
What: Another vacation for the full moon

( as long they don't forget they're dating )

flamberge

Loss of echoes is by far one of the most irksome experiences, as is the sudden recollection of them. [The timing of this one had been super bad too.] However, as of yesterday, mine have returned. Given that no odd occurrences have been in the news or in the reports I've seen, the colorful vigilantism aside, I take it nothing of notice has occurred during this time?

[Damn that vigilantism and the pain in the ass paperwork that comes with it. Nice that happens, not nice that it takes hours to write up.]

I also ought to mention, though it should be obvious due my prolonged absence, that I will no longer be undercover at Locke City High School as Richard Locke. Not only is my present workload far too large to permit for it, but my superiors deemed it no longer necessary. Under our new 'management', if you were, the department is attempting something unheard of, namely being a police force without gratuitous levels of corruption among its ranks.

[Karl sounds both amused and, though difficult to tell, hopeful while saying that last line. Will the force change? Will it just go back to what it was? Who knows. The connection is almost cut before he remembers something. Between the trial and loss of echoes, he hadn't had the time to really address this.]

One final matter, does the following have any meaning to anyone here?

[A breath gets taken before he speaks once more.]

Once upon a time, there existed a giant tree that was the source of mana.
A war, however, caused this tree to wither away, and a hero’s life was sacrificed in order to take its place.
Grieving over the loss, the goddess disappeared unto the heavens.
The goddess left the angels with this edict: “You must wake me, for if I should sleep, the world shall be destroyed.”
The angels bore the Chosen One, who headed towards the tower that reached up unto the heavens.
And that marked the beginning of the regeneration of the world.

[And, following an uncertain pause at the almost fairy tale like little story, the connection ends.]

proudbraveandtall

[It's the first time Hjalti's ever used the network with a video post, but he's getting desperate. It's also the first time he's accessed the network from a device that's not his phone or his laptop - he's on one of the computers in Thorir's house, and it's got a webcam and he's activated it because he's pretty damn serious about this. Whatever's going on, he's obviously tense, probably worried, a little angry, but definitely has a purpose in mind with this.]

Anyone out there, if you, uh, if you know Killian Ryan - he was supposed to meet me today, but he didn't show and he didn't call. I came over to the house and it- [Pause. Things are gonna be okay, things are gonna be okay...] Something happened, his phone is still here, and so's his cat, but some of his stuff is missing. With everything that's been going on lately-

[Yeah, he probably doesn't need to continue that, does he? Deaths and the police and the media and just the usual madness of being numbered, it's enough to make anyone worried.]

We're trying to find him. He needs to be here, with... his family.

[Please send his son back to him.]

[After that's done, though, it's time to call his brother. There's definitely going to be problems with this.]

earnedmystripes

Who: YOU.
When: April 30th, 5 pm EST onward
Where: Kotetsu's house
What: Party, and party again!
Warnings: I cannot imagine there being any but I will update if necessary.

[All told, it's a pretty respectable-looking shindig for one whipped up at the last minute. There are like ten boxes of extra-large pizza of various types from veggie to hawaiian to meat lover's supreme stacked up on the table along with a cake (it's very basic with nothing specific to the occasion decorating it, but it's the thought that counts, right?), and various junk foods. Basically this is a terrible party to go to if you're a very health-conscious person because pretty much nothing he's serving is objectively good for you. Except for maybe the fruit punch, as the non-alcoholic alternative to the alcohol for the number of minors that are on the network.

The house itself is in pretty decent shape, too. Every so often there may be a telltale sign of his bachelor lifestyle (an empty can he forgot to throw away, a shirt on the floor instead of the laundry), but overall the air is reasonably festive. Kotetsu's arm is still in the sling, but that doesn't seem to dampen his spirits any as he greets his guests.]

featherduster

Who: Eriks and Nick
When: Sometime during the week
Where: LCPD HQ
What: Nothing even remotely like creepily hunting down an old friend

( NOTHING AT ALL LIKE THAT )

scramasax

Excuse me -- excuse me.

[It opens with voice for once, hasty and dry, but with actual words bringing the connection in.]

I'm sorry -- I don't...

[Starts over. Coughs. A moan solidifies into an "uhmmm". Tapers off and presses out through Anthony's nose.

Takes a breath to stall, gets the message together, and... speaks up again. Actually steadily - halting but articulate.]

...This is Anthony. Janvier, and I -- just -- thought I would say, um. In case, that -- I've been hallucinating, since -- fall. I think. And it -- uhh. ...Something happened last week - 'mmh not sure what's - happening. ...Exactly, but I.

[And that's where the organization of his train of thought ends.]

In case it -- might be interesting -- to someone.

[He'll put the fact that he's legitimately scared at where this might be going out of his head as far as possible in favor of what he's just said - it might be interesting to someone! There was that suggestion before that it could be due to his brain deteriorating, on one hand, and on the other, there'd been the boy who'd brought up "monsters" going insane, and the psychologist a while before, had touched on the idea of "treating" what had sounded to be that sort of thing.]

professorwolf

Who: Randall Lyall, Hajime Aikawa, Nick Burkhardt
When: April 13 through April 17
Where: Leaving the city, then a small town with a nice little bed and breakfast
What: Lyall's escaping for the full moon and bringing some friends

( Various starters! )

detectivetroll

Who: Nick and Barnaby
Where: a cafe in Locke City
When: April 12th
What: Clearly what this lunch needed was more traumatic childhood
Warnings: discussion of death/car accidents

( he's going to start flinching every time he sees keys now )

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