icy_heavens: (Tactician)
[personal profile] icy_heavens
Who: Henry, Danielle, Toushirou, Phillip, Dani, and Katie
What: Little children sticking their noses where they don't belong
Where: Thundercorp compound
When: June 23, while the barrier is down.

Yet we forget that he is someone today. )
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[personal profile] drama8om8
[ It's hard to tell what's brighter - Octavia's smile or the exceptionally ridiculous dress she's currently wearing. They certainly take away attention from the giant jumble of oversized machinery set up in her basement, anyway.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ She shoots the knifegun to demonstrate. The tiny knife-bullet ricochets off the basement wall with a ping and heads straight for the unluckiest sap in the room - Alan. Who now has a teeny little knife embedded in his butt. Screeching from both parties ensues as Octavia slams her laptop shut, ending the video. ]
theboywiththebook: (Curious)
[personal profile] theboywiththebook
 Who: Henry and any kid under 13 years old
When: June 7th, afternoon
Where: At random park A
What: It's time for the kids to be awesome.

[Henry has been thinking about this idea for awhile. He had experienced the adults essentially telling him to sit out on all this and mind his own business. Sure, few were okay with the idea of him learning how to defend himself, but he honestly questioned if the time came that they'd allow him to do, well, something. He didn't like the idea of being inactive, not able to help or partake in the fight against the aliens. Weren't they all at risk if they lost? Why was it okay for the older members of their group to throw themselves into the fighting and investigating when the kids also had a risk in being apart of this too? 

Not wanting to let the thoughts linger anymore, he decided. He would try and get whatever kid that was on here together and they'd talk about what they'd do. And just that day he had put up a message of being bored on the network and wanting to hang out with some kids his age in random park A where they'd meet up by the castle like play structure.

The boy would be there sitting on the edge of the sand box riffling through his fairy tale book as he waited.]



03 [Video]

Jun. 4th, 2014 01:15 pm
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[personal profile] onecream_fivesugar
[The video opens to Robyn sitting at her desk in her room, she looks incredibly excited.]

Everyone, I've got something to show you!

Yesterday I got my very first super power! It's pretty cool and to prove it I'm going to show you!

[Robyn will stand up and step back from the chair.]

Alright, three, two, one... Go! [She'll throw her arms into air and ...Nothing will happen at all. She'll just stand there awkwardly for a second before she realizes that it didn't work.]

Wh-Okay, that was practice. This time it's for real.

[She'll throw her arms up again but once again nothing will happen.]

Oh come on! It was doing it earlier, I swear! Come on. Work, WORK!

[She'll close her eyes and start to concentrate really hard. After a solid twenty seconds of nothing happening. She'll huff and stomp her foot.]

Ugh! Why isn't it working!?

...This is so embarrassing...

[She'll hang her head in defeat and slowly move back to sit down at her desk.]

Okay, show's over. You can all laugh now...
theboywiththebook: (im losing faith)
[personal profile] theboywiththebook
Before )

[Later, he took shelter in some kid's tree house a couple streets away. No video this time because nobody needed to see that he had been crying for the last several hours. The idea of even admitting this to anybody and especially on the stupid network was embarrassing. But, realistically he couldn't survive on his own. Sure his magic may be able to create food and some things that could let him live on his own, but he couldn't create a place to hide. Sooner or later someone would find him, bring him to the police and then send him out of Locke to who knows where. At least with people they could make sure he was hidden well. He hoped pitifully to himself that if there was any mercy in this universe nobody would ask why, they would just help him. So, with the greatest reluctance he turns on feed and uses the voice feature. Nobody needed to see that he had in fact been crying for the past several hours.]

Look, I'm not going to dance in circles this time: I need some place to go. Like right now. I don't have a place to stay anymore and I can't hide where I am forever. Someone's bound to check this stupid tree house sooner or later.

[And trying to sound a bit more grown up he adds:]

I don't want any questions. Okay? J-just a yes or a no. And don't get the police involved! I don't need to end up on some lab table for the aliens to poke at.

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[personal profile] pheromonecoffee
[Today you are graced by yet another glorious view of Matt, today outside. He is sitting on his aunt and uncle's back deck, by the light of a few citronella candles. There is dramatic music playing. He has a handful of index cards, that he flashes at the screen one by one. They read as follows:

So a lot of people have been asking me about Persona and stuff.

I think a lot of you don't believe me.

Those guys suck.

A bunch of you want me to show you, though.

It can't hurt right?

Okay I'm going to give you 30 seconds to walk away because it's disturbing.

No one under 13 OK?

So College got cancelled.

I'm devastated.

Who would cancel a show like that?

What would you have to be smoking?

CULT FOLLOWING.

I think it's been 30 seconds.

Last chance.


And he puts the cards down.]


Seriously, don't blame me if you watch after this. It's kinda dark.

Cut for Persona 3 summoning )

I can't believe they cancelled it. It was just getting good again.
[personal profile] theboywiththebook
Who: Henry and You!
What: Henry's birthday is today. But there's no celebration though. 
Where: Outside Random Cafe A at one of the patio tables. (Edited due to Espresso yourself not actually being open yet)
When: May 7th

Stuff )


(Ooc: feel free to stumble upon him when he's reading his book or when he's singing to himself.)
centurian: (human ✮ tough luck bro)
[personal profile] centurian
[ It's been a while since Gerald has actually made a post of his own to the network. There's been a variety of reasons for this, including, but not limited to: FBI investigations into certain detectives, giant snakes attacking the city, and trying to explain to his superiors what the heck is going on.

But today. Oh, he has a very important message today. ]


Now, I know all of us are pretty confused about the aliens showing up and actually appearing to be pretty decent guys, but if you don't mind, I'm going to take a minute to share some important information that I picked up from a certain "trusted source".

[ His "trusted source", of course being himself. It hasn't gone to press yet, but as far as he knows, he isn't violating any regulations either (and that's the most important thing). ]

According to this source, earlier this morning, a group of "ruggedly handsome" FBI agents (my source's words, not mine) showed up to arrest a certain Detective Jason "Bastard" Sherman (again, the "bastard" part came from my source). I wasn't there, so I can't exactly speak as to how it all went down, but here's a dramatic reenactment, to help you along.

image heavy post ahead )

I can't tell you what's going to happen next, since my source wasn't exactly "forthcoming" with that information, or if there's going to be a trial date any time soon, but I think we can all breathe a sigh of relief and hope that things are finally starting to look up.
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[personal profile] proudbraveandtall
There's a lot of us on this thing, and I'm sure some people would rather not let out that they are part of... all of this. [There's a moment where he turns away and says something behind him, the words coming through muted and garbled because he put his hand over the built-in mic, before he gets back to it.] We're getting a lot more attention than a lot of people are comfortable with, and it's spreading across the country, but for here in Locke- Hættu, nei. Nei.

Sorry. What sort of professionals do we have in Locke who are part of this mess and are willing to see and help others? The family knows a doctor, but is there a dentist, or a lawyer, or any other sort of medical or profe-

[He's interrupted by a series of short barks, not all that high-pitched so likely not from a small dog. So much for good behavior for a couple of minutes.]

-Namely a vet.

[He hasn't started physical changes yet, at least not obvious ones, but he knows something's coming at some point, so he wants to be prepared.]

I should probably put my money where my mouth is - I'm a mechanic that specializes in European cars, but I know American and Japanese ones, too. I've also at least prodded at a lot of other motors, so I'm less likely to lose a finger or something than someone who's never opened a machine before. If you need any work done like that, drop by the Auto Tech on Whitmore and ask for Hjalti, and I'll take you.
[personal profile] theboywiththebook
[Henry’s pacing back and forth around Danny. Letting lot of ‘hmming’ and ‘haaaaing’ as he looks over Danny. He agreed to make a costume for Danny with the given design but Henry was already imagining how to botch it. It was April Fools after all. Something made it all the worse however.

He was secretly making this live to the whole network.

A camera phone set off to the side, hidden with the numbers all punched in. But, he had to make this seem legit so absolute silence was probably not the best thing.]


Shouldn’t be too hard. There’s just one thing I need you to do.

[Danny raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms.] Okay, what?

[Henry has to suppress a smirk and tries to maintain a neutral look.] You have to close your eyes. Or else the magic won’t work.

[Danny resists the urge to roll his eyes. He’d question it, but, well. Echoes work in strange ways. So he closes his eyes as instructed.] Okay, now what? Just stand here and wait for you to do...whatever?

[Oh my God, he was buying it. Henry stifles his laugh but quickly says:] Exactly.

[And as he looks at Danny he begins to believe the stuff that Danny’s wearing….into the most ridiculous thing he can come up with.] Done!

[Danny opens his eyes and for a split second, wonders what, if anything, had changed. He felt the same. But he brings his hands up to his face and feels the edges of the mask--it must’ve worked. He grins a little and is about to say thanks when he brings his hands down and sees something...different about his costume. He’s speechless for a few seconds, unable to get his vocal cords to work, but eventually, he manages.]

What--you--WHAT DID YOU DO?!

[There’s no real response, just fits of laughter It’s a good thirty seconds before he can stop and say:]

April Fools. [and a gesture towards the camera’s hidden place.

[Danny looks up, follows the gesture to the camera’s hiding spot, and immediately dives for it, switching off the video before he’s seen in this monstrosity any longer.]


(ooc: Blue is Danny
Black is Henry)

Video

Mar. 27th, 2014 02:58 pm
not_good_not_wicked: (:<)
[personal profile] not_good_not_wicked
[Marisa looks pissed. No doubt there is a reason for it.]

Important bulletin: Ryou Bakura is an asshole. As such, I will no longer be dating him.

But if you were waiting for your chance, I wouldn't bother if I were you.

[As a small OOC note, it wasn't super obvious they were dating in the first place unless you go to LCHS, in which case it'd be pretty easy to notice.]
gogoghostpowers: ([P] of what you can't see...)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
So first off, I guess I should say I'm okay. Sorry for not saying so earlier, I was kinda dealing with some stuff. My parents are going nuts with everything that's happened, I've been trying to keep up so I could figure out what's been going on with their theories. Here's what Unlocke The Truth has been saying lately:
i tried to make them as short as i could, i really did )
Also, I didn't check in earlier because I wasn't really sure I was 'okay' for a few days. I don't really know how to explain this...


[He switches to video.]

Okay, remember how I found out I'm dead a few months ago? Well, uhhh...surprise? Turns out, I'm actually something else. [He backs up a bit so that there's a wider view of him in all his white-haired, spandexed glory. Not for long, though, because a couple of flashing lights and sparkles later, Danny is looking as normal as he ever did before the network. His hair is black, his eyes are blue, he isn't glowing, and the spandex is nowhere to be seen.]

Apparently, I'm only half-ghost, whatever that means.

[ video. ]

Mar. 13th, 2014 05:33 pm
enchants: (ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏᴜʀ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇ)
[personal profile] enchants
[ Obviously there's a struggle to hold the camera still. Two potentially familiar voices are in a scramble. Not that they just ran away from the hospital without formally checking Cat out of it. No one is really prepared to get a screen full of angry hamster face, but here it is regardless, overlaid with voices of sheer panic: ]



Holly! Holly! You don't understand! HE'S GOING TO MURDER ME! Look at his face! ... Can pudgy little cheeks look pissed off like that? Because he does and that's just freaky! You can even tell it's him.

[ Cat rushes into the camera view, blocking out the sight of the very annoyed rodent. He's clearly trying to balance this camera phone in his left hand and it's not the smoothest ride, but for now he'll cart it around with him as Holly and Cat attempt to contain the troublemaker.]

Okay, network. I.. could use some pretty urgent advice here. I just turned Skyler Veracruz into a— that's a hamster right? [ Cat turns away from the camera a moment to get Holly's mumbled confirmation, before turning back. ]

—Yeah, a hamster. Anyone familiar with magic... or .. hamsters. Just send a video or text or I'll meet you somewhere with him —Holly, where'd he go?

[ Another several moments of chaos pass as the camera jostles around before Cat's face pops back into view, Holly's head popping up behind his shoulder, trying to contain hamster Skyler from scrambling. The hamster looks positively dejected now. The look of disapproval is quite strong here, folks. ]

I'm hoping he'll calm down soon... Holly's already tried to change him back, if anyone has any clue how to take care of a .. human hamster... [ Okay, even Cat is starting to chuckle and laugh. After all Skyler has been a constant bully in the hallways for several years. If he'd known who was tagging along with Holly he might have declined the visit. Let's just pass the camera over to Holly for now. ]

Oh um- Skyler stop wiggling so much I don't want to drop you what if they have a cat here?- Yes um- Help would be great! Why does this always happen to me?

[ Cat cuts back in a moment later: "Here, hand him back to me." He'll have to hold the hamster between his cast and good hand meanwhile. Holly takes over the video again while Cat pokes at Skyler's chubby cheeks in the background. ]

Please help!

[ Just before the video cuts off you can hear Cat chuckling, "I think he looks better this way!" ]
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[personal profile] earnedmystripes
--Did I get it? Yes, finally, must've tried typing them five times.....

[Ahem. Right, he finally typed the numbers correctly, so people can hear him now. Onto business. There's no video when he posts this time, which may be of concern to some, but at least he doesn't sound too poorly off when he speaks. Tired, sure, but no worse off than anyone else.]

Hey, this is Kotetsu. Checking in.

[Beat.]

Like I said last time with the earthquake, if anyone's place got wrecked or needs somewhere to stay for any reason right now, I've got room. You don't need to worry about paying me or owing me or anything, just. Don't want anyone on the streets right now, if I can help it.

[The snake might be dead, but who knows what might happen in the next couple of days? Better to be safe than sorry.]

No strings attached, I promise.

Take care, you guys. Stay safe.

[[Much, much later that night. Like 3:45 am late.]]

sory i knopw its a bad tine to talk abot tjis kind of thing but

itrs driving mr craxy

anyine keep renemberjng someonr really important

like

really realy realllly

earth shatteringlh
y

orther half of yiyr uinversr inportsnt

but not abything about thjm

i dint even have their name or whst they look like

thibk i miht have a vouce not sure if its themn though

is tjis happenning to antone else ??


[he's not drunk. his left-handed phone typing is just that bad and he's not paying much attention, just needing to get this off his chest before he explodes.]
icy_heavens: (Bloody)
[personal profile] icy_heavens
Who: Toushirou, anyone who drops by to visit him, hospital employees/volunteers
Where: Locke City University Hospital
When: March 10th, 11th
What: So Toushirou winds up hospitalized for a couple days because of Wise Snake. Friends and otherwise show up to check on him.

You're alive. Do something. )
theearth: (PRETENTIOUS STATUE TIME)
[personal profile] theearth
Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

First in a small cloud of hot (rose-scented) gas - those there to watch its final moments will want to step back.

A ripple in the air pulses - heavily - from where it once was, with absolutely no sound and color, but penetrating force. Anyone standing within two miles of the point of origin will feel a push, with those closest guaranteed to be knocked off their feet and temporarily dazed. Cars swerve and crash. Staff in the nearest office buildings launch into disarray. There’s no shielding from the blast - it can be felt through walls, through structures, in the air, and underground.

And it is felt underground.

The entire business district starts to shake, abruptly, jarred to a stir by some movement. It rises over the span of a long half-a-minute to the magnitude of December’s earthquake.

Tuning Towers experiences the worst of it - windows are smashing and objects are shaking loose and falling from the upper floors.

It finally ends - with screaming - as the head of an enormous pink snake breaks the lobby floor.

It flows its way quickly out of the hole it’s made, breaks itself another hole ever so politely through the main entrance doors, which were not meant to accommodate a twenty-foot-tall-and-wide exitor, and as it draws the last of its tail out after it, the quaking dies down.

It’s now roaring its way through the streets of Locke City’s business district - all several hundred meters of Wise Snake, emerged in the flesh (or stone?).

No regard for the walls of buildings, streetlamps, civilians, stopped and blindly pulled-over vehicles, anything else on its course - in a frantically-awakened, unrestricted rampage.]



[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]
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[personal profile] disdainfully
Who: Thorir T. Thorsson & his NPC!wife Mardís, John Smith, Hajime Aikawa, Shou Chinen, Henry Cassidy, Gabriel, maybe more
When: 27th, 3-4pm.
Where: most likely John Smith's apartment.
What: Thorir's wife needs to be told about the network, and having no powers of physical alterations yet, he needs help with that.

[Please refer to the posts within for what is actually going on.]

voice;

Feb. 23rd, 2014 09:35 pm
disdainfully: (glare)
[personal profile] disdainfully
[When Thorir first speaks up, his voice is forceful - demanding and with a hint of accusation in it.] If there are any more members of my family on this network, I want this to be brought to my attention immediately next time. And I'm sure I'm not the only numbered person who feels that way.

That said. [His voice does not quite soften, but loses the edge and instead becomes more factual.]

From what I've seen, there are a number of persons on this network who had to quit their job due to pulses altering their physique too harshly. Due to the situation in the city not being as secure as it used to be, my company has lost a few employees over the last months because they moved away. While those positions can be filled with regular applicants, matters could be rearranged to staff one of the smaller warehouses entirely with numbered persons. The positions that that would offer would include a few movers, an accounts manager and a file clerk. At least one person would need to be able to at least for short spans of time interact with non-numbered people. Training and qualifications could be handled with more lenience in this case, and if physically possible training can be provided, but applicants would have to be able to fill their positions completely within a month at the longest. If this would be possible also depends on the interest in it - either the whole warehouse would be staffed this way, or it wouldn't work. So, please respond if interested in one of those positions.

In a different vein, and not to be seen in connection with what I just said, I'm in need of assistance with telling my wife about this network. Someone with either physical alterations that cannot be explained otherwise, or with magical powers of a similar sort who would be willing to reveal this part about themselves to her would be of great help. She's completely trustworthy, and a compensation could be spoken about if so desired.


[private texts to Eliot and Gabriel]

Is "athelas" part of a language that you can ascribe a people, race or other unit to?
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[personal profile] keywarding
[It's Holly again, she's sitting in her room, the camera showing her sitting on her bed with a window behind her that's shut but the curtains are pulled open. She smiles quickly in greeting.] I have a question for any magic users on here.

How do you use it? Do you use spells? Wave a wand? I'm pretty sure I was a witch or a sorceress or something, and I have some things that could be used for it but- I'm stuck on the how.

Any help would be great!
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[personal profile] 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. ]

[video]

Feb. 8th, 2014 09:59 pm
boredallready: (Is that all this does?)
[personal profile] boredallready
[Lloyd's been a bit sparse lately, but he's had a lot on his mind. A lot for him, at least. He doesn't look nearly as cheerful or as confident as he usual does.]

I have a weird question and I figured this would be the best place to ask it cause there are always lots of weird questions here.

I don't think any of you know my dad cause he doesn't have this number, but a lot of people think it's pretty obvious that he's not my "real" dad. We both thought my other dad was dead, but...now I dunno anymore. I think he's alive and that I've talked to him, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't know who I am.

Does...anybody know what you're supposed to do when that happens?
theboywiththebook: (Not dealin with you pan)
[personal profile] theboywiththebook
Who: Henry and All of you!
When: Friday February 7th @ 5PM and onwards
Where: In Town
What: Henry decided to use a dirty word at his foster parents. Now he's "running away".
Warnings: Children using a bad word starting with d. Also crotch kicking.
Build up )


[Action -OTA]


Actioning )

[Voice]

the call )


[Action - Karl Aurion]

Private )
gogoghostpowers: (Default)
[personal profile] gogoghostpowers
[Wow, who is this kid?? It sure ain't Danny, that's for sure. No, this is the ugly mug of another network high schooler.]

I figure it's only fair to be completely honest with you guys, network and all, so. I just want to give everyone here fair warning...

[He pulls out a permanent marker and uncaps it. With one hand pushing up his hair, the other hand draws smoothly, elegantly all over his forehead.]

kinda NSFW-ish image under here )

...my name is Skyler Veracruz and I'm a gigantic douche!

((OOC: If you play a girl who attends Locke High, feel free to assume that "Skyler" tried flirting with her (horrendously) in the past hour or two before this post.))
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[personal profile] amberhearted
Who: OPEN
When: January 25th, Saturday, 5:00PM and onward
Where: Elian Price’s house – specifically, the basement
What: The Numbers discuss how to go about addressing the alien in the farmhouse. Nothing could go wrong, certainly?

[ ooc: editable post for attendees and volunteers here! please fill out with the appropriate information. ]
dead_black_eyes: "Secret Agent Man" (If I stop now call me a quitter)
[personal profile] dead_black_eyes
[L sounds a little bit breathless, but it's largely because he feels more alive than he ever has in his entire life.]

Some of you have seen reports of a missing child on the news, yes? Luke Kokiri is a 10-year-old male who has been gone since Friday.

Though abduction is a definite possibility, his grandfather, Declan, says that he ran away as recently as Halloween. He also says that he'd been spending a lot of time with his friends... but with the exception of Toushirou, Phillip, and Jamie, these friends don't seem to exist, at least not by the names his grandfather knows.

Luke's past activity on the network confirms that he's numbered, and while his family is growing worried and has hired help beyond the police, if he indeed ran away, he likely has his reasons. Should anyone encounter him, it's imperative that he's approached with caution. As pulses are varied in their effects and can alter someone's appearance or abilities significantly, there's a good chance that if he ran away, an echo is responsible. I want to find him and return him safely home, but obviously some delicacy in execution is required.

If you're reading this, Luke, we need to talk. I promise I won't out you to your family until we've discussed your options thoroughly, but you're hurting people who love you. I'm confident that we can come to a solution that can comfort your family as well as protect you.
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[personal profile] theboywiththebook
before the video stuff )

[So, on his dresser mirror he writes with marker on the surface his number. For once he's actually smiling. He feels the need to show off just a bit.]


So I think I just got back the coolest thing ever. Look.

[He holds out a pencil to the mirror and he just thinks: "I believe it's a sword" and almost instantly the pencil shifts into a sword.]


I wonder what else I could make. Having a car would be kind of cool to have. I don't think anyone in my grade has one yet.



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[personal profile] beforeweproceed
[A new number is scrawled down. For a few minutes, that's all there is. Nothing more continues to be written down.

The next sign of the connector comes on abruptly with a huffed sigh and a gruff and weathered "Son of a
bitch." It's caught - and in a small figurative window is a man, older, mustached and bearded, solidly gray hair. Seen at several angles, as he's not actually looking at the frame. He's looking between targets somewhere off one of its corners and around its adjacent sides, stops in one place, leans in to squint at another before lifting back and swinging his focus over to another.

Somewhere in the skimming over whatever surface it is he's perusing on he looses of huff - or half that and half a grumble or a growl. Rougher and more stirred than a huff as he picks up muttering, inwardly directed, fast, and clipping soft consonants drawn and hard ones pointed:]


...Gang warfare -- [A restless blustering noise.] What do you know, so much for that!

[That last word with a trace of a growl, not even an angry one, not settled enough to be angry or hostile or anything else that warrants an actual target at anything as he continues the looking through.]
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[personal profile] earnedmystripes
[So Kotetsu's never actually attempted physically talking into something that lacks a microphone as a possible network usage, but he's presently lacking in better options. He's not sure he can actually touch anything without breaking it right now, and would really like to avoid needing a new phone when it likely won't be possible to go out and get one for awhile. So at the risk of looking like a complete lunatic if this doesn't work, he...tries to talk at the ground where he's managed to scratch in the numbers with a piece of broken metal that was lying around the nearby dumpster. Aside from a few minor scratches and bruises, he's more or less alright, so the most notable feature of the video is perhaps that he is glowing bright blue. It's a bit sporadic, flickering on and off at unpredictable intervals, in one of which the metal makes an odd sort of crunch before falling out of his hand, bent in half.]

...So, uh.

I kinda ran into a couple Keys earlier. I'm alright, but now I need someone to come pick me up, because I can't really be seen like this. Lyall, you--had that werewolf-proof room thing in your house, right? I hate to ask, but...could I borrow it? I don't remember feeling a pulse, but all of a sudden I'm freakishly strong. [Because his echo from the farmhouse just kicked in, whoops. `_`a]

Karl, could you--cover for me? Say, I dunno, that I got sick and can't finish off my shift, or something. You ordered me to go home, maybe.

[A pause. He glances over to the two unconscious people in the alley with him.]

If--a medical or healery person could come down here too, that'd be great. This one guy was getting mugged when I showed up, he's hurt.

[A slight beat of hesitation. This next point is something he knows people might have an objection to.]

And um, I kinda. I think I broke a couple of this one Key's ribs by accident, so.

[....]

I know they're thugs and with ThunderCorp and all, but I can't just--leave him here to suffer. They're still people.

[private to Skyler, later on; text via backyard dirt]

can we talk
centurian: (human ✮ you're bullshitting me)
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[ Even if there were other important matters on his mind, Gerald Vakarian had been thinking about one thing in particular since the New Year began. So, after a productive day (or as productive as police officers stating "we've told you all we know about ThunderCorp, Agent Vakarian" in ten different ways can be"), he figures it's time to give this strange network a whirl yet again.

This time, he connects via a piece of paper, and he can't quite say that it makes him comfortable. Thankfully, his bold text doesn't quite give that away. ]


SO, SEEING HOW THIS IS ALL NOT A DREAM, I WAS WONDERING IF ANY OF YOU COULD TELL ME WHAT SORT OF THING THIS IS.

[ What follows is an assortment of images clearly glued onto paper by someone who is not a professional artist. ]



[ . . . ]

ACTUALLY... SCRATCH THAT.

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Who: Henry, Luke, Phillip and Toushirou
When: January 8th
Where: Dead District
What: Henry being a rebel and decides to go in the one place he's not supposed to. Bitties follow. Chaos ensues.

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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.
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[For the last few days Henry has been struggling to understand why he suddenly couldn't stop thinking of a random string of numbers in his head. The numbers he remembered came as soon as that very vivid daydream he had of a clock tower. It got to the point where he had to go search online to figure out what it meant.
What he came across was something he hadn't expected. It seemed like one of those forums he was told not to go on by the Trills when he had computer time. But, his curiosity had been piqued by it so he just had to look around. Needless to say he found the FAQ and is now trying this number method again later on Skype while everyone in the house is asleep.

The room is dark with only the screen's light illuminating the room at all, as well as a young ten year old's face.]


Is this actually working? I found that website thing online and it said stuff about the police being evil. Is that true? Cops are supposed to be the good guys so I don't know why it'd be true.

[He lets out an audible "hmmmm" waiting for a response. Since he didn't get one in the first ten seconds he decides it's hopeless and says:]

This is stupid. [Huffing just a tad:] I knew it was fake.