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[Hello, reincarnates. You all have a treat in store for you this morning: the special gift of...schadenfreude. Courtesy of one certain police derp who just so happens to be dressed in an incredibly embarrassing outfit.

Kotetsu himself looks rather displeased, giving the network the sort of expression reserved for having found a bug in your favorite dessert, or something to that effect. The sound of the shower running can be heard in the background, and there's a bar of soap in his hand, which is probably what he used to write the number on the mirror.]

...Really does work on everything....

[It's grumbled, and he sort of stares at his reflection in the mirror a bit, still obviously discontented but expression growing more distinctly uncomfortable as the seconds go past and he still hasn't been able to find the words to explain his predicament.]

...Uh.

If, er, someone's...not busy...

This is so stupid, the hell am I--rrrgh. I uh, could use some help.

...

Er. I mean, last night I had one of those--things. Heartbeat weird--y'know, the stuff that keeps happening to everybody!

[He clears his throat, speeding up his speech because the sooner he can get this stupid awkward request out of the way, the better.]

--Anyway. I got another one of those things, and now I can't get this off.

[He tugs at the belt by way of explanation, but there's an unfortunate coincidence in that now that he's speaking faster, the sound of the shower happens to drown out some of what he says. To someone not paying careful attention, it sounds rather like he just said "I can't get off". Oops?]

[ooc note: the suit isn't magically affixed to him or anything, the belt is just stuck. :'D]

unfearing

[ The video feed clicks on and comes into focus. The camera is just facing a blank wall; it appears to be sitting on someone's dining room table. Before long a young girl moves in front of the camera to address the viewers. She remains standing as she speaks, posture straight and shoulders pulled back, a confident tilt to her chin. She seems quite used to public speaking. ]

Excuse me, everyone! May I have your attention please?

My name is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Victoria Bishop. My father is Reginald Bishop of Bishop International. Some of you may know me as 'Lizzie.'

Now, these are very dark and uncertain times for us all. For reasons beyond our current understanding, we have all been unwillingly dragged into this predicament. If you are new and do not understand what I am going on about, please refer to the text portion of this post where I have linked what resources we presently have to offer you.

For the rest of us, I understand that we have no way to know what we are up against, and that uncertainty begets fear. I am here to tell you there is nothing wrong with being afraid. Even I am afraid. I am posting this video to show that while I am afraid, that fear will not stop me.

I am here for you. All of you. And everything is going to be okay. Because I know I am not alone. I have already met many brave individuals willing to put themselves at risk for the sake of us all. Men such as Dr. Aaron Strider and Captain Casval Mass. Like the admirable young men who have been willing to meet with me and put their faith in me. Like the people unafraid to speak up with their concerns, because they had the safety of us all at heart.

We are a group of remarkable people. Do not doubt this. I have seen it already. I've seen it in each and everyone one of you. We are in this together, and we will pull through for each other. I believe in that wholeheartedly.

For that reason, I am showing you my face. Giving you my name. I want you all to know me, and to know that you can rely on me.

Please take care of yourselves as well as each other. If you need any help at all, please do not hesitate to contact me. I will leave my e-mail, cell number, and network code at the bottom of this post.

Thank you so much for your time. I have a little more information that I've typed up for easier reference, so if you could give that a glance as well I would be immensely grateful.

( newcomers here please! )

( cut to the text )

shendude

[Shen Fujin appears in front of a large, ornate mirror previously used only to decorate his shop. His face carries a mild bruise and his fingers carry a long, slender pipe of a traditional Chinese manner. That too is mostly decoration, something he smokes in the shop to please tourists. He looks largely bored, hand propping up his face as he leans heavily on the counter and he's not looking directly at the reflective surface.]

It has been a long time since I have lived such an exciting life... I'd rather return to boredom as soon as possible but something tells me that is no longer an option. I do not think any of us can ever return to an ordinary life, even this early.

I've seen us withhold from one another in the interest of our safety, but I think we harm each other by our disorganisation. We do not know why yet, but we have been chosen for a role in something big.

[He pauses to puff upon his pipe, more for the excuse to spend a moment silent than to actually smoke.]

I think we need to cease to be a rabble and become a group. A name, real purpose. Supporting one another. Facing powerful forces individuals are destined to fail, but a well organised, weaker force can succeed.

[He pauses again, before looking right at the mirror at last.]

In that spirit, I'm offering to teach any who asks Kung-Fu. If you're good enough, swordplay too.

dorkytracksuit

When: 4/8/13
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What:

[this is the log post for those who want to be involved with fighting the mutated human. if you want to be involved just tag under the sections below. no ic sign up required, just handwave if you want or message me and we can work out an ic reason for them to be there. don't forgot to tag this post.]

twopercent

[Visual, much like Paul Ben's last night, of what is actually a fairly nice room with plush carpeting and wallpaper. And Jack, completely naked, who has managed to pull the desk he's cuffed to over close enough to the wall to awkwardly scrape his numbers into the wallpaper with the metal edge of the cuff. It's crazy, but there's nothing else he can do... and being crazy is pretty low on his list of concerns now.

It's clear Jack's been in a fight recently from the scrapes, bruises... and he's also completely missing an arm, although it's clear that's a much older injury from months and months ago. He also has a few incongruous burn marks and is half-soaked, as is the carpet around the desk. In short, he just does not look in good shape at all, painfully sore and and close to passing out from exhaustion and lack of sleep.

There's nobody else in the room, though, and no obvious immediate danger.]

Listen. I'm not sure how much time I have. Whatever's coming, though... they think we don't have a chance. Not even close. Just trying to make it easy for them to take over. I still don't know who... or what it is.

[bitter laugh, thinking back on his initial confrontation]

Crazy bastard.. caught the bullet.

The General's probably out there, trying to get more intel on the network now. Sounds like they don't have anything to do with it... and want to know more. Who's involved, how many. I can hold out... but make sure they don't uncover anything out there.

[God, what else. Jack racks his brain trying to think of anything else useful to pass along -- but there wasn't much, and his mind is muddled, wild memories jostling up against current reality.]

If you get this message, let me know you copy. Not keeping the channel open long... I'm scratching out the number before they come back.

comparative_insanity

[Fay looks... pretty bad, what with the bender he went on last night after seeing that poor kid die. He wants to crawl into his bed and never come out, but his voice is urgent as he speaks.]

Now, look... if either of us here on the network was with them - you know who I mean - considering I've been giving out my name and other personal information on this here network where everyone can see it, I think it'd be pretty safe to say that I would have been apprehended and killed too. I'm sure I ain't the only one.

[He draws a deep breath, massaging his hurting temples.]

Also, if those people actually knew about the network and what it can do, don't you think they would've been more careful about killing that kid where he'd scrawled those numbers on the wall where everyone could see? Don't you think they would've bound his hands or something? They wanted to keep it secret. And that means that one of us here on the network can't be working with them, or they'd know.

I ain't trying to be optimistic, that'd just be silly, but my mama always said that pointing fingers when the house is on fire don't do anyone no good.

[He takes a moment to glare blearily at the camera before he sighs, and instead holds up a book.]

Also, I had another of those weird moments in the library a couple of days ago, and along with another weird bunch of memories, I also got this. Has anyone else gotten something... well, an actual thing like this?

horrorterribubble

ok so i see a lot of people talking their asses off about nothing on here, so i'll just be the first to say that something is FUCKED UP with animals recently.

see, tonight i'm just standin on the balcony enjoying the breeze when suddenly i get jumped by this whack bitch

( look below for disturbing photoshopped images of crows as well as a (non graphic) picture of a dead one )

struckout

[ Kallie's never been the type to enjoy the first of April much, that cursed day after her birthday. Twenty-one years so far of gag gifts and flat-out birthday-themed pranks - no matter how intolerant she is of them - will do that to a girl. A cautious and frowny sort on the pseudo-holiday, she's generally pretty set on distancing herself rather than running the risk of becoming a victim.

When she absent-mindedly puts in the number that's been occupying her mind all day into her iPad between classes, at first she thinks she's stumbled onto some sort of joke- inadvertently accessing some sort of app designed to confuse.

Then she realizes that these sound like people instead of AI... and her iPad isn't connected to the internet.

Rather confused now (needless to say, a state she's reluctant to admit to herself), she simply fiddles around without replying for a while. Rereads and listens. On a slowly-growing hunch, however, it's then she tries the number on her iPhone as well. Same thing.

A few minutes later she's settled down in front of a distinctly Windows-based desktop in one of the university's computer labs. Number put in, same thing. She briefly quizzes some of the other people there over noticing anything weird, but obviously they're busy with their own things and don't know what she's talking about, so... ]

Is this some joke by the compsci dept or something? hacking into all the wireless devices on campus? I JUST got this ipad and its not even connected yet.

[ And with that she's frowning and running a hand through her dark hair, staring between both desktop and the tablet computer sitting beside it- wondering just what in the world is going on as the same messages continue showing up on both. ]

shendude

[Being an old man, of course Shen Fujin owns a fax machine. But being an old man who at least tries to keep up with the times, it is a fax machine, phone and answering machine combo. It would probably be state of the art back if anyone but old people used faxes. Heck, it even prints in colour.

Trying to get the thing to stop printing sheets of pink is the trouble. In frustration, he eventually yells into the phone section.]

Stop wasting all of my ink, damn you!

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Entries tagged with jackie chan adventures: shendu

[ video | bathroom mirror ]

[video]

Visual via a Mirror

mutant human fight log

2nd Cut -- [Visual - reflective surface] -- [around 7:00am]

network [webcam]

text + images [laptop]

[ computer(s) text / potential college computer lab action? ]

[Phone/Fax Machine]-Early Morning