savetheearth | Entries tagged with suite precure: kanade minamino

[Raye's been absent from school for the past couple of days and anybody who knows her usual haunts would have noticed she's been gone from them as well. As soon as she shows up on video the reason becomes apparent. She looks like somebody who lost a fight with a truck. There's a few day old fading bruises, scrapes and at least one bandaid on her cheek just under her left eye.]

Hey, so, uh, good news I figured out that shit with my superpowers so back to normal there. Bad news is I kinda broke part of the Dead District.

[She doesn't seem that worried about it though as she reaches over to retrieve... a lemon and takes a bite right out of it, skin and all, and chews away without giving a single fuck. This next part was the tough bit.]

Anyway, I'm back to full power and everything but I figure I could use some practice. So, if there's anybody out there who knows swordfighting and shit, let me know.

[She pauses for a second, like she wants to say something else to someone in particular then just makes a quiet noise and switches the video off.]

purestambition

[Video flickers online of a young woman with long dark hair and a stern expression. Beyond that, it's fairly unreadable.]

I suppose I should say this is not what I anticipated. The "heroes" who saved Locke City from certain doom had been scurrying and hiding in the shadows for nearly a year prior. [Pause, a slight lift of her considerable eyebrows.] Not without reason, perhaps, yet... not what one anticipates.

My question is, are you satisfied with what path now lies before you, and what it took to get there? [Her tone grows quicker, and far sharper.] What do you think that path is?

After that snake, this city was beset by creatures once more, yet beings from another world cleaned up the mess. Altruistic thought their intentions may be, and I will give credit for cleaning up their own disaster, or what was left of it... I for one am not satisfied to simply let myself just be protected. To simply be reactive to the problems we are sure to face.

[Her eyes narrow.] I imagine the same must apply to more of you out there. To push forward, become stronger, and seize the power that's been put within our grasp. Because there will be other threats. Out in the open, Numbered will not remain so good natured forever. People will use us. Monsters and aliens are real, and even if these visitors mean us no harm, who knows what else may be out there now?

So, I am curious.

[Her head tilts back, voice raising a little.] Who has the pride in their ability and self worth to truly steel themselves, to really be prepared for what else may come down this road we've been forced upon?

[She lowers her head, expression never wavering throughout.] I would simply like to know those whom I am dealing with.

believing_heart

[Written in a neat, bubbly print with a bright red gel pen.]

Hi there! I actually had a question that I was hoping someone could answer. A couple of questions, actually!

☆ How common is it for relatives to be Numbered?
☆ If you have a relative that's a Numbered too, how are you related?
☆ Did you both have your first Echoes around the same time?
☆ Were you related in your pasts, too?

Thanks a lot for answering my questions! I've been thinking about this a lot ever since I found out my brother was a Numbered. But I'm sure that if it happened to us, it definitely had to have happened to others also!

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.]

bravelyspoken

[ Emery has sort of been... hiding a little since Wise snake. The hiding might be related to the fact that he was throwing snakes around with TK and although he didn't give anyone his name or anything (or really stick around for too long, and he tried to hide) he's decently paranoid about the FBI turning up on his doorstep.

Still. He squints at his webcam as he turns it on, adjusting it slightly with intense concentration before blinking and sitting back to smile brightly. ]

Right! I know everyone is... busy and everything, with... aliens and, err, investigations.

[ Distinctly uncomfortable here. He scratches the back of his head. ]

And, if, you know -- anyone needs any help or something please just say. I'm not rolling in money but I have a sofa and I'm a half decent cook. It isn't our fault, what's happening to us, and nobody should suffer for it.

[ He frowns in concern, fidgeting for a moment, then forces a brighter smile. ]

Anyway! Aside from all that, I have a really important question.

[ He turns -- and obviously he's in a computer chair because it spins around and wheels back. There's a faint mewing sound, then Emery is hauling a enormous Maine Coon into his lap. It flicks an ear unhappily, and he just scritches it and cradles it like a baby. ]

If you had to name this cat, what would you call it? Oh -- it's a boy, by the way.

not_good_not_wicked

[The scene: some nameless stretch of woods. Those who have been to a party hosted by Marisa may recognize them as the woods behind her house. Marisa herself is not in view. What IS in view is a row of canning jars (like you'd put homemade jam in) and a bullseye made of notebook paper and markers pinned to a tree about twenty feet away. Some of the jars have blue lids, some have red. They are all full of...something. It's not clear what, but it looks like some kind of plant matter, maybe, and is glittering faintly.

Marisa speaks with actions, rather than words. Her arm reaches out from behind the camera and grabs one of the blue lid jars. She pulls a tab sticking out from under the lid, then throws it. Five seconds after being thrown, the jar explodes in a blast of blue light, leaving a black scorch mark on the ground, and cloud of glittering blue gas about ten feet across that slowly sinks to the ground. Impressive.

Next she grabs one of the red lids and gives it the same treatment. Instead of exploding, however, this one kind of comes to a halt, spinning rapidly about two feet above the ground, before glowing bright blue and firing a narrow beam (maybe 4 inches thick) of magical energy that nicks the edge of the bullseye she had set up.

Finally she spins the camera around so you can see her face.]

So here's the deal. Anyone can use these things, though the beam ones need some kind of magical talent to aim. As we deal with all kinds of unreasonable shit, but not all of us are unreasonable people, I'm making these available to anyone who feels the need for a few.

Here's the rules if you want one:

1. $30 each, to cover the cost of materials and labor
2. All transactions must be done publicly over the network, so everyone knows who has them.
3. These are only for defending yourself against aliens and monsters. If I find out you're using them to hurt people, I hunt you down and blast you to bits.

That's it!

[That's not it, however. The source of these mystic grenades? The collection of live magic mushrooms Marisa got from a recent echo. She has been growing them in her back yard, and since she hasn't QUITE done as good a job as she thought she was, they're starting to spread beyond that. These mushrooms can only grow near sources of magic. That means they are most likely to be found growing near the homes of any reincarnates with magical powers of their own.

Magical mushrooms do not behave like normal mushrooms.
- Fairy rings can randomly teleport people who walk into them somewhere within a mile or so.
- Some mushrooms cause random intense emotions in people who inhale the spore clouds
- Some mushrooms get up and hop away from people who try to pick them
- Some mushrooms talk (random gibberish, giggling, etc.)
- Some mushrooms cause hallucinations that people can see whether they've inhaled spores/eaten them or not. So, like, magical illusions of pretty colors and shit.

Actually eating them (if you're stupid enough to do so), will probably make you violently sick. If you take them beyond the echo barrier, they lose all magical properties and taste AWFUL.

Feel free to springboard off this post with encounters with the mushrooms, or to make your own post about them!]

ladyofluminosity

[The feed turns on to a certain blond, standing somewhat close to the camera. She adjusts her webcam slightly before stepping back. She's dressed strangely, in what appears to be partial armor. And from the look on her face, she isn't quite sure what to make of it.]

So, I found this in my bag. I know I didn't pack it, because I don't remember having anything like this before I left. It's pretty light-weight considering [She moves around a bit to demonstrate] but I have no idea where it came from. I definitely wasn't expecting to find a breast place in my bag!

[But did the fabric underneath have to be so... tight-fitting? She felt awkward showing off her stomach and legs in something like that...]

I found something else too.

[She walks back up to the camera, reaching for something behind it, and pulling it out. A small, solid gold chalice, with simple etchings around the body of it.]

It's weird. I'm not sure what other me would have used this for, but I get this strange feeling whenever I hold it. I can't really explain. Has anyone seen anything like this? It looks like a goblet, but I can't for the life of me figure out why I would need something like this...

[She sighs.]

Anyway, I'm starting school tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous. I've never been to a public school before. What should I expect? I know there are a few people from LCHS, so some advice would be great. What teachers are good? Should I completely avoid cafeteria food? What are the need-to-know things I should, well, need to know?

buildyourworld

[ The post started off in text because it's the only way he can explain things without shoving it straight into his network friends' face, especially years long friends like Melissa and Celia. After two days of hiding himself away from everyone and finally letting the truth sinks in, he realizes there's no way the drastic change that happened to him isn't real. So with a resigned mood, he booted up his laptop. ]

So...
This might come as a surprise to those of you who knew and have seen me, Tieria, outside of the network.
Right after the broadcast, I received a pulse in the form of physical modification. Thankfully, I did not became an animal or any strange beings, however, the change is drastic enough that I no longer view keeping my appearance from the network necessary. I'm not sure how to explain it so I'm going to switch over to video to make this easier.

[ With a deep breath, he turns on the webcam. In place of his usual brown hair, amber eyes and 24 years old with a mild tan from having worked on the farm is his brand new Innovade body. He's spotting purple hair, red eyes and looks no older than 16 years old, with a skin complexion that would make any girl jealous on first sight. ]

If you have a heart attack, I'm sorry. [ He grimaces, adjusting his glasses in a nervous bout. ] To those who helped me out in my previous post, thank you. I'm no longer suffering from migraine the moment this change took place. So I supposed, there's something good about of it.

[ Sighing softly, he gives the network a weak smile. ] This is going to take some adjusting to...

cestlavino

[The first thing Claire did once he found the network was read just about everything he could find. By the time he finally decides to post something, he's looking rather excited about the whole thing.]

This is... fate, right? Me becoming a part of this network, that is. It has to be fate.

I mean, I was about to curse my luck a little while ago, with all these amazing stories I've been hearing about Locke City while I'm stuck over here in Vegas. It's not like I can just pack my bags and move. But now, I think I get it. All along, me living here, working here, maybe even being born here, was meant to be! Like it was written in the stars.

[He pauses dramatically for a moment... then laughs a little awkwardly.]

...Or something like that, anyway! Ha, what am I doing, giving such an outlandish first impression when all I wanted was to introduce myself? But then I am sort of an outlandish person, so maybe it's just me being honest? Heh, I guess that works.

Oh, right, about the whole other self thing... I think this other me may have been a conductor, so if anyone's got lots of memories of being on a train, I'd like to hear about it.

$sun_sun: ({Cure} Can you NOT)$

sun_sun

[Action / Las Vegas]

[Okay. Back in the border, back at a place to stay. Echoes work again. Now she can finally figure out what her latest weird doodad is!]

[Transformed, alone in her room, Annie puts the thing in the thing. The rest is audible from outside the room.]

Let's Go! Dolphin!

wwWHAT THE FU

[WHUMP.]

[text, on the network]

so apparently im a mermaid now
I just get the best echoes man

pheromonecoffee

Not going to be in school for a week. Sick. Incredibly bored. Starting to miss homework. Send help immediately, preferably in the form of Netflix recs.

[Matt is incredibly mature. He's staying home for a while from the sheer stress of his life currently. His aunt and uncle insisted after he started taking Advil like it was candy.]

Proposed the idea of numbers club bake sale. It makes us look friendly, right? Donate money to charity? Win/Win????

[Lily liked the idea at least. And last but not least, an attached image. Matt in a lobster costume. This was last Saturday, at the busiest mall in the city.]

In case you missed it. I'm sorry, friends. I have failed. I am going to die. Blame Sasha and Emil. They have doomed me.

oncedevil

( Action - Open! )

[Text:]

Is it just me, or are these things getting worse? First lighters, then toothpicks and magical pencils? This is getting out of hand. Anyone got any tips for dealing with these things. A repellent, maybe?

alilyinthemoonslight

As anyone's noticed from Winter's update, we arrived in one piece. With our pulses/echoes intact, but there's some caveats to that. So... a quick rundown, for anyone interested:

Upon leaving Locke City's barrier, our pulses were not entirely LOST - rather, they were weakened severely. Memories of the Network and regained memories of other lives became fuzzier. I didn't try to transform, but I imagine it wouldn't have worked, although my transformation device remained. But there was still some remnant, or trace of things - but it was like trying to pull back thoughts veiled through static. Just not... QUITE there, but I knew they SHOULD have been. It's a weird sensation, but... it's important. One can hypothesize that the more of these light there are, the wider WE can reach. At the very least, it's enough to keep you on track if you travel outside.

Everything returns in full at a certain point when hitting the Las Vegas barrier. There's a difference, however: This barrier is much smaller. A cursory walkabout leads me to believe it doesn't go terribly far away from the Vegas strip.

The hotel offer is entirely legitimate. If you have super powers.

Unfortunately, that walkabout also turned up one disturbing thing - I spotted a creature that most definitely should not have been there. A hairy little creature. No one else seemed to notice it, and it took off before I could get close enough. It was before my time on the Network, but based on what I know... I think it was a Vermini.

As an side: You can smell CLOUDS cigarette smoke from casinos without even being relatively close to them. I practically feel the need to walk around this place with an air freshener as a necklace.

[OOC - Small note to roommates: By the time of posting this, Lily would have informed any of them of all this. Anyone in that vicinity is free to harass her via action for the evening time, as well.]

part_time_overlord

So here's something I just found out that I think you all have the right to know but that I would greatly appreciate not getting leaked to the press or anything like that.

How to put this delicately...

I am literally Satan, the King of all Demons. Presumably the lord of Hell and adversary of Heaven too.

For what it's worth don't feel any desire to damn anyone's souls?

infuser

[ the lights are dimmed significantly in the building he's in, save for some overhead ones nearby, but it's not too important in terms of his footage. hatter is leaning down on a countertop, arms crossed, looking not-quite-stern but perhaps rather unhappy. this time, he has a hat atop his head which is hardly situated at a jaunty angle, and every few seconds he fusses with it, moving it a touch in one direction and then another. ]

So, for curiosity's sake and my own... insatiable need to hear opinions other than my own- [ that would be mild sarcasm. ] - what's the first step after you discover you're hardly who you believe yourself to be. Do you tell your friends, random people on the street you bump into? Keep it to yourself and hope for the best?

Do you paint your house a different color to match your newfound personality? Perhaps a new wardrobe- something with paisley and far too much plaid.

I'd like to know what it was you first did when you found out you weren't who your birth certificate claims you to be. And i'm not talking about the shock and awe - that's awfully boring. I mean what did you do after that.

Because i'm sure there's more than a few variables out there that I could use to my advantage. I'd love to hear my options as.. as you can see, my new wardrobe- [ he gives a small nod, his hat sliding down a touch ] -seems to be purely unavoidable instead of a lifestyle choice. One can never be too fashionable when changing who they are on the inside.

sixpetals

omg this is all so cool!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ i tried the paper trick and everything, i can’t believe this has been around for so long and i didn’t know w(@。@;)w

you're the ones, right?? the superheroes on the news? or maybe more like secret agents, since you've been needing to be all sneakyish with the magical superpower echo stuff so the cops can’t get you

or NINJAS

OH!! MAYBE SECRET AGENT NINJA HEROES ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

we should totally have a neat secret agent ninja hero group name
and a catchphrase
and costumes
oooh and maybe a theme song like in child champs

~~*when there’s trouble you know who to call*~~

it’ll be good for morale!! (⌒▽⌒)☆
btw i'm ai its very nice to meet you all ヽ(‘ ∇‘ )ノ
let’s kick lots of alien booty together (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

duette

Who: Harper Sutherland (

duette) & Raye Satterfield (

guitar_case_vagabond)
When: Saturday, April 5th
Where: A public pool.
What: ATTACK OF THE TAMAGOTCHI MONSTER.
Warnings: Exploding pixel poop.

( the worst way to find out these are still a thing. )

ladyofluminosity

[Private, filtered to Harper via cell phone; shortly before the network post]

Harper are you around? I need a favor.

[Voice, later in the evening]

Luci here. You know, we need to stop meeting like this, guys.

No, scratch that. Well, partially scratch that. I could do without the massive headache from getting my memories back to be sure, but I'm happy to be back. What did I miss?

[She chuckles, her tone of voice turning more serious.]

I imagine a lot has changed. I can archive dive later if need be, but... but I'm happy to be back. At least I think I'm back completely. I'm not really sure, things are still a bit hazy. I'm waiting for someone right now, and I don't imagine too many people are up this late, but if someone happens to hear this, could you humor me by bringing me up to speed? Everything I know about what happened is through the news, and given what I remember, they aren't always the most reliable source.

alilyinthemoonslight

Who: Harper and ~~a questionably willing participant for shopping in the name of fashion~~ Lily.
What: Guess Lily found her Erika. ~~Whether she wants to have it or not.~~
Where: The Mall!
When: Friday, Early Evening, 3/28

( Lily's doom awaits. )

originaloddcouple

[A | Open | Network Via Telephone | Late Afternoon 3/27/14]

Hi guys. Miria here. Just a. Heads up.

[She sounds exhausted. Almost as though, despite her usual chipperness and patience, she’s run into something she did not want to deal with today.]

You might want to avoid coming to the shop. Mom’s back in town and-

[There’s a loud crash and quite a bit of shouting in a distance.]

Don’t you lie to me, you stupid oaf! I knew you were up to no good the moment I laid eyes on you!

But we didn’t do anything!

Please! Giant snakes? Superheroes? This has both of your stench all over it! And why else would I not be “allowed” to stay here?

[You can almost hear Miria roll her eyes through the phone.]

Yes Mom! We definitely wanted to cause mass panic and the loss of hundreds of lives! That’s obviously what we’ve been up to all this time!

[There’s a long pause and everyone just processes what just happened.]

I- I didn’t mean-

How DARE you talk to be like that! This is exactly the insolence I expected once you went against my wishes and married the fucking Captain of the Brainless Brigade!

Now hold on-

[The phone is momentarily forgotten as the shouting continues.]

( Action, Closed to Sam and Jacuzzi Splot )

( Action, Open, Around Locke City, Mrs. Harvent is Awful )

( Action, Closed To Arthur Curry and Wheatley )

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.]

peacefulwinter

[Winter appears on the network at lunchtime, face set in a serious expression. She looks... a little nervous. But this is too important to let her feelings get in the way, so she forces them aside and begins to speak.]

I know that... a lot of you are probably worried about what happened in Las Vegas on Sunday. I k-know I am. It... scares me, that there could be more people like us. Who don't know what's going on. Who... are going to be feared, and shunned, because they're different. Because they were chosen, though n-no fault of their own. I know... what that feels like. Many of us do.

I'm sure I'm not the only person. But... I want to go. I have to go. There are t-things I have to do, to be able to live with myself, to be able to live with this power I've gotten, and the person I got it from. This... is one of them. There are a few things I need first, though... I need a car, and I need to pack some supplies. I n-need to make sure everything is ready, because once we leave, there's no turning back. I have to talk to some people... make sure some affairs are in order. I've got to... say a few goodbyes, too.

But more importantly... I need a team. I c-can't do this by myself. I know others are going... but if anyone wants to come with me, I am looking for volunteers. I've gotten permission to... lead a team from the school. It'll be an independent study project, so... we're not t-technically absent, because we're on an assignment. I can't promise you'll be completely safe. We... saw that for ourselves, two weeks ago. But everything in my power, I'll do. I want to make that clear. Whether you're coming with me, or you happen to be there on your own, or even someone new that h-happens to have lived in Las Vegas anyway... all of those are people I will do my best to protect. [She finally smiles a little.] Not that m-most of you needed me to say that.

If you want to discuss plans, or you want to come with me... please, let me know. Here, in person, in private, it doesn't matter. But please, don't sit idly by. We didn't defeat the snake by waiting for someone else to do something. We only made it... because everyone w-worked together. That is how we need to continue from here. All of us, together. I admit, I am... a little worried that something will happen here, while we're gone, so not all of us should go. But we cannot just leave people to become stuck in something they don't understand without help. I didn't like it any when I first b-became numbered and I had to work out so much, and I don't think they'll like it any more than I did.

We leave next Friday, the fourth, after school. I would like a head count... by the Monday prior to that, the thirty-first. If you change your mind, I won't force you to come. But once we leave, there's no t-turning back. Please... think carefully. And if you decide that you want to come with me... I am happy to have you, and proud to work with you.

[The video clicks out after another moment, and in the high school cafeteria, the space Winter was occupying, sitting with her back to a wall seems to unfreeze, and she lets out a deep breath. Hopefully, she got her message across, and she wouldn't be going alone. Well, she wasn't going alone as it was, but... just herself and Lily would be a hard sell, and it'd make her uncomfortable in a very big way.]

((Winter's already gotten permission from the faculty for her little gambit, and is holding several official copies of a notice to that effect; OOCly, that happened some time ago in a plot post, but it ICly happened this morning, shortly before this post. A little more information and a space for plotting is up on the S2 plot post.))

alilyinthemoonslight

[In the Tsukuyomi household, the early morning is greeted by an ear piercing scream. Several minutes later, video comes on the Network, although you can't see anyone - just Lily's ridiculously tidy room.]

So, I'm guessing everyone's seen it right? On the news. The light over Vegas.

[Her voice comes across as a bit clipped. Clearly irritated.

You may notice why as she sits down. Her expression is deadpan. Her hair... Is no longer black. It is, rather, completely purple.]

It gave me a pulse.

[This is said through grit teeth. She's obviously not happy. In fact, this kind of irritation is rarely seen from her.]

So... please do be careful. It seems like something big is starting up elsewhere. If the same things that happened here start happening there...

[She trails off and sighs. She just ends it there. Her aggravation is far too vivid and she's clearly not in the right mind for this at the hour.]

pianistofraielin

[this time, we are not in Russel's room. this time we are in his backyard where he has written his numbers on the side of the house in chalk (because anything else and his parents would kill him). he is dressed normally and the backyard looks like a perfectly normal suburban backyard.]

[however there s a SOLID-GOLD PIANO lying in the grass beside him. yup, that's a thing. those of you who remember its first appearance in his bedroom will recall that he could not, at the time, budge it even slightly. but here it is outside on the grass with him.]

[he sets the chalk down and steps back from the wall, dusting his hands off.]

Okay, so, I have a few things I wanted to say today.

The first is that I talked to my parents about all this stuff [and let's not go into what their reactions were, he is just going to gloss over all of that and pretend EVERYTHING IS TOTALLY FINE AND NOBODY BROKE DOWN IN TEARS OR ANYTHING AT ANY POINT] and I asked my mom and she said she could totally get us some airtime if anyone was interested.

She's the state comptroller, Patricia Goldman, so she's got press connections, you know? I bet we could even get All-Star Precure featured on the local news!

Anyway I think it's a good idea to give the Chosen Ones a good public image so that people aren't scared of us. The more the public likes us the less the cops can do to stop us like they were before, you know? So if you're interested in talking to the press to help with that let me know and I'll hook you up!

Okay, the second thing is--

[he steps over to the piano and lifts it up, holding it upright with the keys in the grass. there are backpack straps and some kind of harness attached to the underside.]

IT HAS STRAPS. WHO THE HECK PUTS STRAPS ON A PIANO LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO JUST CARRY IT AROUND?! THAT'S THE DUMBEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD.

pheromonecoffee

So we all need a break and some fun right? Anthony and I are going to try to eat an entire cake, and there's a really nice bakery cafe thing on Pine so everyone is also invited to try. I, personally, will take any bets from someone who can finish an entire cake. Any takers?

Also I will be drinking hot sauce and coffee since somebody won't leave me alone about it :|;;;; Who wants to miss that? No one wants to miss that. I'm sure I'll laugh about it in thirty years.

3PM, that one on Pine and 4th.

[Action

No he seriously is waiting there at the cafe for anyone to join him. Because what is stupid adventures without friends?

But the more people come the better it is for the bakery owners, right? Totally. So grab a chair, get some coffee and let us all eat until we are sick. Just be prepared for commentary from the kid.]

charcoalfeather

[Of all people involved in the snake fight, Rakka probably had some of the least attention. There might have been a wavy snapshot of someone shooting lightening at a snake, or a fuzzy video of a girl with what looked like a halo running through the rubble, but honestly, in comparison to everything else that was hardly as noticeable.

And honestly, she was perfectly okay with that. She never was one to really handle being in the spotlight too much. And who even knew what her parents would think if they found out their daughter was possibly an holy creature. If she could continue hiding it, that was perfectly alright.

Of all the things Rakka hadn't been looking forward to in the aftermath of the attack was the eventual return to Locke City High School. Not because of the makeup work she would assuredly have to do, but rather because there would no doubt be a lot of questions being flung around. And she wasn't wrong either. In every hall she walked through, and ever class she had, talk of the fight was always noticeable. The fact that people were talking about some numbered people she knew only made everything more nerve-racking to her. This was all real now, they didn't have to hide anymore. But what if that made things worse? She herself had gotten a few questions, though nothing that questioned her suspiciousness. For that much, she was thankful.

Around lunch time, she found a spot in the cafeteria near the side and ate her lunch slowly. The sickness that had plagued her since the end of the fight had subsided for now. Another thing she was thankful for. Hesitantly, she took out a sheet of paper from her bag and began writing.]

So, I guess the snake fight isn't going to be forgotten anytime soon. I still cant believe that people know what's going on now.

I don't think anyone suspects me of anything. Which is okay. How're the rest of you handling being "famous" and all that?

duette

Who: Harper Sutherland & RELATED PARTIES
When: Saturday, March 15th
Where: The very posh Sutherland residence.
What: SLEEPOVER. GIRLS RULE, BOYS DROOL.
Why: Post Snakeocalypse dose of fun and normalcy. Kinda.

( we just met, yeah, we just met )

(ooc. invites were sent to A☆P, but if you have reasonable age-bracket cr (or cr-of-cr) with her for a sleepover, you're more than welcome to hop in!)

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!" ]

oncedevil

[When the feed clicks on it's to Anthony's rather worried expression, illuminated only by the glow of a laptop screen.]

Great, this thing working? I've uh, got a bit of a problem.

[Awkwardly the view tilts to show a teenage boy, Dirk, sound asleep and floating just a few inches from the ceiling. This superpowers thing is really getting out of hand.]

Got any suggestions on how to deal with this? Lasso maybe, cinder blocks?

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
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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.]

dragon_blossom

[ There's some sighing and shuffling, and when she finally talks, it's a bit quiet - even if her parents know that she was out there doing SOMETHING. ]

First... just in case anyone didn't find out, I'm in one piece. I don't... want to say that I'm fine. It was rough, and my dad's in the hospital - he'll live - but he was downtown when it happened. So that was a little intense.

...I don't think anyone saw me doing magic on camera, but apparently my sister saw me fighting with my sword, and... I dunno if I'm gonna be allowed to leave the house for a few days. My parents are worried, and asking a lot of questions, and I'm not sure what answers I can give.

But it looks like all of us are alive? I think so, from what I've heard, and... it's relieving... I mean, people were hurt, killed, but I've gotten really used to all of you.

So take care of yourselves. Even the ones I don't like.

[ Another sigh. She sounds more tired towards the end, voice shaking as she sighs. ]

strikeraid

i'm looking for a lot of people and i know a lot of you guys are too
maybe instead of jacking up the network with a thousand I'M HERE DON'T WORRY posts we could try
keeping them all in the same post or something idk
maybe make a check in??
make it so even if you haven't seen someone and they're not answering messages someone else can say they have and we can try and figure out where they went from there
idk
i know a lot of us are trying to stay hidden so it's probably not gonna help if we start putting up descriptions of ourselves but it's kind of an emergency? maybe we could just use our numbers instead idk

[ FEELING INCREASINGLY STUPID. Organizing shit is not his strong point, he's honestly hoping someone else takes the idea from him. ]

[ private, individual network texts to: Helene, Chuck, Kara. ]

yo
still alive

[ /private ]

[ private, individual network texts to: Karl, Kotetsu. ]

are you okay

[ /private ]

[[ ooc: there's no rush on these! :) please feel free to leave a generic starter or ignore if you don't know how things panned out for your characters. tags may be slow for a few hours. if this ends up happening, threadjacking is key. ]]

scramasax

[A good amount of time after dark when this recording comes in. It's badly lit, and even if it wasn't, nobody's onscreen.

The voice is telling, though - murmuring extra low, hoarse, and with anxious held-flat inflection. He feels rather like an idiot for even asking this - even if someone wasn't fine, what'd he even be expected to do about it? But hearing something will get his nerves humming less, at the least. Or get him thinking about something he may be able to contribute to - maybe - once his brain's not-so-violently tossing and turning.]

-- Uhh. [Assuming he's properly connected...]

It's Anthony Janvier.

Please, umm. - Who was - who was there? And, uh -- who's all right?

[Clears his throat. Cuts of a quick "Nn-?"] No one died - did they -- ...?

[That dragged off with a scraping edge - realistically, it's very likely someone did, isn't it, given how many of them were there?

At present, he's not exactly capable of reading a previous message giving a partial answer to that question.]

sun_sun

still alive
CRAZY tired
I wonder if theyre gonna cancel school
that would be awesome
got lucky and my folks didnt see me fighting on tv
so they still dont know about stuff
good job everyone

( Filtered to Danny Fenton )

( Filtered to All Star Precure )

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. ]

titansno

[hello, network! Rachel's got her laptop off to the side and a camera mounted in front of her and that is...certainly a deck of tarot cards being weave-shuffled on their own. just because no one else is in the room, she's got a cigarette dangling out of her mouth.]

Thanks to some people, and they know who they are... [she takes a drag on the cig, dropping off some ash into the tray.] I feel like doing readings. Who wants one? It's fun.

[well. that's simple enough.]

duette

[ For a moment, the video opens on a topsy-turvy blend of skyscraper angles and sky. The owner of the phone has it pointed straight up, and the image shakes violently. From off-screen, there's a wash of brightness obscuring the lens. And the sound of glowing. Does glowing make a sound? Well, it sure does now. #ANIMULYFE

It steadies very briefly, and the owner manages to choke out a sort of awful whine-hiccup-sob noise. ]

— I... I need help. R-Right now!

[ A familiar voice, even as she has to grind the plea out, because haha, asking for help. She manages to turn the phone on herself; Harper is on the other end, but there's remarkable differences. First, she's lit up like the fourth of July. Her hair is flowing out behind her, several feet of it, and she has one arm protectively clutched over her chest, where the source of light is coming from. Some kind of brooch, spewing out incandescent white ribbons that she's trying to prevent from getting all over the place. It's not working very well. When she opens her eyes to finally address the network directly, they're insanely bright, edged in tears.

But make no mistake, Harper isn't sad. She's pissed. ]

This thing won't stop glowing, and — I-I accidentally hit someone and broke his face, just a little, but I didn't mean to! I'm really, really strong... [ She winces as the light circles her head, poofing a cute ribboned headband out of nowhere. It does not help her stay calm. ] ...and I don't know why! I don't know anything, if someone saw me like this, o-or why I'm glowing. Oh my god, am I radioactive? What do I do?!

[ Her lip quivers. Never has someone sitting in a pile of magic ribbons and glitter looked so miserable. ]

I want my brother... now!

[ Cure Rhythm, everyone. ]

strikeraid

Who: Skyler (

strikeraid), Harper (

duette), mmmaybe Dallen (

decelerate), Chuck (

swissarmyjesus), and Danny (

gogoghostpowers)
When: Today, 02/17, around 4 pm; then today, 02/17, later in the evening; then tomorrow, 02/18, right after school.
Where: In order: Somewhere in the Business District, then somewhere in the Dead District, then like... at school or something I'M GONNA ROLL WITH IT
What: Someone tries to kill him (by accident), he tracks down a certain Key, he tries to kill someone (on purpose).

[ Someone is having a very busy Monday and Tuesday. Let us count the ways. ]

( THE ONE WHERE HE GETS PUNCHED IN THE FACE BY A PRECURE. WITH CHOCOLATE. )

( THE ONE WHERE HE TRACKS DOWN A KEY AND PROBABLY GETS MORE DICK JOKES THROWN HIS WAY )

( PLEASE STOP TRYING TO KILL PEOPLE )

sun_sun

whats up
givin a shout out to all the lonely losers like me who dont have a date tonight
happy singles awareness day
idk
who wants to eat too much chocolate and watch a movie with lots of explosions in it

alilyinthemoonslight

[As she starts to talk, it's clear she's talking as she's walking outside.]

I've got a question that I've been wondering since I, well. [Slight pause.] Nearly blew out a wall on the side of our house testing something out with my powers.

Is there anywhere to reliably test abilities that's not going to attract a lot of attention? Particularly for loud, destructive abilities?

I sort of feel like blowing something up after this week could be cathartic.

[There's a momentary beat, then an absent:] I hate this time of year.

[...longer pause. Ah. Whoops.] ...the weather, I mean. The cold. I, uh. Spent half my life in Los Angeles. Still haven't gotten used to that or the snow.

[Smooth save, Lily.] So, ha, running around in a magical dress is kind of... inconvenient...

[...we're just going to quietly end this message here. Yeah.]

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