savetheearth | Entries tagged with tales of symphonia: kratos aurion

Who: Danny, Karl
When: 12/15
Where: Robyn's apartment, around town possibly?
What: An early xmas gift comes a-rolling along.

( jingle all the way! )

flamberge

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 10/26
Where: Germany
What: Bros bonding on bikes!

( viva la bromance!! )

flamberge

Who: Karl and you!
Where: Germany!
When: 10/27-10/28
What: A cop goes to Germany to unwind.

( so why not germany? )

flamberge

[Karl had not only run to the scene of the crime as soon as the news reached him but then made a beeline for the hospital. Only once having confirmed Danny's status and possibly at the same time the media is starting to hone in on the story does he opt to update the Network.]

For those of you who have yet to hear the news, the Fenton family had been attacked in their own home today. Among the fatalities were two as of yet unknown gunmen and three members of the Fenton family. Danny is alive and in stable condition, apparently unharmed. He's presently at [insert name of some hospital plus the room number]. Should visiting hours be over, mention my name and you ought to be able to see him without much hassle. If anyone requires a lift, I can provide that, as well.

[It had been less painful to convince the doctors of that than expected. Between police orders to ensure the boy's mental stability and the sheer tragedy of what happened, no one wanted to refuse the idea.

Karl almost ends the post there but decides to add one final thing.]

Please, should you be even vaguely acquainted with him, come visit. You'll have my gratitude.

((ooc: details of what happened are here and danny's open hospital log is here!))

gogoghostpowers

Who: Danny and YOU!
When: October 22nd to 25th, roughly?
Where: Locke City University Hospital
What: Danny's just survived a mafia attack. His family....not so much.
Warnings: uhhh, more angst than I typically go for?

( READIES THE LINKIN PARK )

italktofish

I just want you all to know that the thing with THE GIGANTIC LOBSTERCRAB was NOT MY FAULT!

[Honestly! Really! Would this face lie to you?]

I DIDN'T WAKE IT UP! I SWEAR!

[So maybe everyone else had the right idea in getting him to leave it alone when he found it. Imagine that.]

And when it DID wake up, I COULDN'T TALK TO IT! I TRIED to see what it wanted and to see if I could get it to CALM DOWN, but I had ABSOLUTELY NO LUCK!

[He's pretty saddened by that, actually.]

I mean, I KIND OF got through, but all I got was that it was REALLY SCARED and it was like A BUNCH OF LITTLE VOICES going ON AND ON AND ON and I couldn't really make much SENSE of it all, except that maybe it just wanted to SURVIVE but it was like I was TALKING TO A WALL or maybe a REALLY DENSE SEA CUCUMBER THAT HAD BEEN OUT DRINKING ALL NIGHT ONLY NOT JUST ONE CUCUMBER BUT A BUNCH OF THEM!

[There's a sad sigh.]

And there was a LOT of other destruction, no doubt about that...EVERYONE was running scared at some point...so with all THAT in mind, I thought I'd SHARE something with you all!

[He takes a deep breath.]

I call it...THE SAD SONG OF THE SEA!

[And he starts making whale noises. Sad whale noises. These whale noises are very loud and full of SORROW...even if they're still just loud whale noises and the "sorrow" part of the equation is likely to be lost on most of the listeners.]

no_love_potions

[The video feed comes up on Harry's office in his home. He's spent some time since discovering what the Number in his head is for looking over this network thing and it's probably about time to let the other people know.]

Okay, now the whole "Number" thing makes sense.

[He takes a breath, scrubbing a hand over the day or so of stubble growth on his face.]

Well, I did want to be in the loop but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. Some of you already know me, but for everyone who doesn't, my name's Harry Lyre.

[Another breath.]

I'll just drop this bomb now, I'm with the press and I've been following this whole situation since March and I'm not a fan of the rep you guys have been getting lately. So... if anybody wants to get their story out, consider this an offer to help you do just that. Anonymous or otherwise.

So, now that that's out of the way. [He claps his hands together, leaning forward slightly.]

Who's Danny?

Later On, Private to Melissa's Number Courtesy of Robyn

You and I are going to need to have a talk soon.

waltharius

[ Have a view of Walter's impeccably clean bedroom, network. Except today, it has a little addition. Several, actually -- the room is infested with what appears to be dozens of lizards. They're on the walls. They're on the furniture. One is even on Walter, who is looking bug-eyed and frantic. He gestures wildly at the mess, as if there's anyone who could have possibly missed this blizzard of lizards. ]

Lizards!

buildyourworld

[ Good day, network. It's yet another peaceful day in Las Vegas, or as peaceful as it can be while people are adjusting to the new landscape, weather and economy shifts. Life is okay to Eugen, that's it, until he broke into an argument with Karl over what to do with his sorry excuse of a knight uniform.

Or rather, for everyone's eyes to see, a seriously malfunctioned belt fetish piece of junk masquerading in the name of knight uniform.

Why Karl wouldn't let him use the industry scissors (and the shredder after) on it is beyond his comprehension. So, after a good twenty minutes of battling against the horrible uniform, Eugen turns on his laptop webcam and connects to the network for some much needed help, before he decides to get rid of Karl along with his fetish gear. ]

Will you stop fiddling with it? You'll just messed up what I've already undid.

[ So network, takes a good look at the uniform, which has become about fifteen percent undone from the shoulders (because that's the only part that can be easily taken off) and help the two guys out. ] It looks a lot easier than it actually is. If any of you can help me take this damn thing out, I'll send you a picture of him in whatever underwear he's wearing beneath or any picture of your choice. Cutting or damaging it any way is not an acceptable solution.

[ OOC: Expect reply from both Eugen and Karl! ]

flamberge

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 9/25
Where: Las Vegas
What: Guy talk and helping a bro out of a belted monstrosity.

( don't tell me i don't want to know )

greenisthenewblack

Media Coverage

[A few days after this incident at Locke High School, a news story breaks during primetime on a popular local station. And gets snapped up quickly, so anyone who misses the initial story might see it (or similar broadcasts) online, on other news stations, in print news, and even a few tabloids. And since it concerns the numbered, it will likely even get some attention in Vegas.]

Earlier this week, a local high school teacher was confronted with evidence that she was part of the organization that calls themselves the 'Numbered'. Her reaction - recorded by an onlooker - has brought new urgency to the questions we've already been asking. Are these people safe? Stable? How many of them are working among us and our children undetected?

[They play the scene, recorded by what is almost certainly a smartphone camera, with a few appropriate comments from the spectators - bleeped out expletives, mostly, although one voice wails "my locker!" at a certain point.]

No one was reported injured during this incident, partially due to the brave efforts of students Daniel Fenton and Robyn Lyre in distracting and restraining the agitated and destructive former faculty member. Police arrived quickly on the scene, but the men shown escorting her out are none other than the deputy superintendent and the homicide supervisor. It's unclear how they're related to this case - neither position would normally respond to a call like this one - but they clearly seem to be familiar with the perpetrator. Could the numbered be influencing the local police? We've brought some experts in to discuss.

[The 'experts' are well-known anti-numbered advocates, and the discussion revolves mostly around how dangerous and volatile the numbered are. They emphasize what a threat numbered might be to children. Ideas about how they need to be tracked and locked up are bandied about. Danny and Robyn are talked up as heroes, and Nick and Karl as either co-conspirators or victims of manipulation. Later reports - especially the tabloids - take these rumors and run with them. The teens are celebrated, and Nick and Karl are accused of sleeping with the Numbered - and each other - more than once, labelled as obvious sympathizers.]

((OOC: All PCs mentioned in this post were added with full permission from their respective players.))

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Network Post, video

[Before the first broadcast is even finished, Sheila opens the network. To video, because why not. It can't get any worse. Can it? She's in sweats and has her head buried in her hands at her kitchen table.]

Yes. That's me.

What they didn't say is that I was fired on suspicion of being numbered, right before the video starts.

swissarmyjesus

Who: Chuck, Fuyuka, Karl
What: Meetings about mafias and leaks, ooooh~
When: 9/22, why not
Where: probably somewhere desolate and isolated in Locke I dunno
Warnings: none that i can think of right now

( Read more... )

evowhisperer

Text:

I need places to drink coffee and read for a few hours at a time. I imagine our college student population will be the best to ask, but this question is for everyone: what are your top five favorite coffee shops? Alternate location suggestions are also welcome.

On that note, has anyone's echoes included any information about nanites? If so, please contact me. I have questions.

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Action:

Who: Cesar and YOU
What: Cesar's burying himself in science as a means of coping with life. It's getting excessive. Poke him about it?
Where: Espresso Yourself, a local series of hardware stores, and anywhere he can pull out a kindle and read.
When: He'll be in and out of these places all week, starting Sept 21. If you'd like to specify a date, mention it in the subject!

( Option A: Espresso yourself )

( Option B: Hardware Stores )

( Option C: Wild card. )

goldenflames

[Another day, another newbie, but this one is a lot more friendly than the last one. Yelena is new to the network, after an incident some weeks ago involving some goons and a cornered Numbered just happened to result in the revelation that she herself is Numbered. All she has to go on is some weird memory and some numbers she can recall perfectly.]

So... Ever get the feeling life's going to get a lot more interesting? [She's not sure if she can call it a 'good' interesting or a 'bad' interesting.]

Name's Yelena. Yelena Lyre. I hear my cousin's one of you guys, huh? [Those Mafia goons have made it personal when they went after Robyn. Sure, she doesn't see her much, but still, nobody pushes Robyn around if she can help it!]

boxingbuff

[The video turns on with a flicker, briefly obscured by a bright light. The light in question, which seemed to be from a desk lamp, is quickly moved away. Finally, the video shows an adult male, sitting at a desk and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

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

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

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

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

[A nod, polite.] Officer Ladd Splot, at your service.

onecream_fivesugar

[It's been well over a week since Robyn last made an appearance on the network. She had needed some time to recover and sort herself out after the ordeal she had been through, she wasn't anywhere near one hundred percent but she was at least ready to make an attempt to show up in front of her friends again.

She was incredibly nervous about doing this, she knew there were a fair number of people that thought it would be best to wait for the mafia to release her... But that wasn't exactly how things had worked out. She knew there had been a lot of arguing over the situation. She had only seen a little of it during the short time she had access to the network, but it was enough to make her nervous of how people might be reacting to the fact that her rescuers had probably made the mafia really angry. She certainly couldn't bring herself to be mad at them, they had saved her plain and simple.]

[So the feed opens up with Robyn staring at the screen, chewing on her lower lip nervously. After a moment she'll raise her hand and wave nervously. She certainly looks to be a lot better than when she was being held by Albero, but there are dark bags under her eyes. It's pretty obvious she hasn't been sleeping well lately.]

Uhmm... Hey! Uh-Long time, no see?

I just wanted everyone to know I'm here and uhm-I'm fine.

So... You all don't have to worry anymore.

I-uh... Haven't really been checking here over the last little while and I kind of, sorta lost my cellphone during the-

[She frowns and decides against talking about what had happened and moves on.]

-The thing... But I just got a new one a couple days ago, so getting a hold of me shouldn't be a problem.

[She stares at the screen for a moment, completely unsure of what to say next. She feels like this may not have been the best idea.]

Well-I'm gonna go now. I just wanted to say well... Thank you and I-I'm sorry for everything that happened.
[She let's out a deep breath and shuts down the feed for now. She'll give herself a few minutes before she starts responding.]

[OOC: Hey! I know there are people that mentioned wanting to visit Robyn after the plot. If anyone still wants to do that feel free to start something here or let me know and I can get things going.]

gogoghostpowers

[Time for a phone selfie video! I hope you like this kinda-shaky view of Danny from the shoulders up as he sits on his bed.]

Okay, so I got asked to check out the new mountain that popped up in Vegas--see if anything's in there that we ought to know about. Well...the answer's no.

[The camera shakes for a moment and when it stabilizes, Danny has a hand pressed up against the side of his head and grimacing as though he's got a bad headache.]

The place is totally empty. I didn't find anything--except for a couple of old bodies, which, uh, ew. Anyway, I don't know how much that helps, but...there you go, I guess. If that matters to--[the video shifts and looks up at where the wall and ceiling of Danny's bedroom meet.]

Hang on, I don't--why am I--Ahh!!

[There's a dull thud noise, and then silence for a few moments. Danny's hand passes over the video a few times, trying to grasp at the phone but failing. When he talks, his voice suddenly sounds very far away.]

Okay, uhhh. Change of plans. Can somebody come over here and help me find myself?

stopinthenameofawe

So. Two things to share with you guys that aren't about that fucking teleporter thing and resulting backlash. Though, it might interest you to know that ThunderCorp hasn't actually filed anything with the police, which is a little surprising.

One, tomorrow is Karl's birthday! I don't promise your safety if you ask him how old he is, but if you avoid that in birthday greetings you should be fine.

Second, tomorrow Karl is also going to be performing with a band at [idk here is the name of some bar that has bands] at 8. He was short-sighted enough to not ban me from telling everyone, so there you all go. I've been lead to believe there's proof somewhere on the internet that he's qualified to do this from past experiences, but if you're too lazy for that you can just come and see.

It's totally worth it, if only for the fact that he's wearing his jacket from the 80s. It's got his name on it in rhinestones on the back and is a thing of beauty.

flamberge

Who: Danny Fenton, Karl Aurion
When: 8/13, evening
Where: A block or two away from a Starbucks
What: Super-strength antics lead to the end of a poor, innocent lamp's life.

( until someone destroys light fixtures )

youngestone

[Killian is on his phone, leaning against the motorcycle his dad got him and not happy. Panicked, really. Behind him, you can see Espresso Yourself.]

For the record? Nobody touch that fucking Project Hop or whatever. I get in there with the next delivery of jewelery for L and what do I see?

[He runs a hand through his already messy hair]

My brother punching buttons on it like a goddamn idiot and then fucking disappearing like he was never there. [For the record, he means Fil.] Fuck--I'm the one who does stupid shit! He's the smart one! My girlfriend has stitches thanks to the fucking mob, my dad got the shit beat out of him by the fucking mob, Espresso Yourself got attacked by the fucking mob, the radio's insulting everyone and their brother, the government is doing fuck all, and now my brother's gone and literally fucking vanished in midair!

[Killian swears a lot when he's panicky, sorry.]

I'm not blaming anybody except Thunder Corp and the mob, obviously, but this is some epic grade A bullshit. No one touch that machine.

[He goes to hang up before remembering]

Anyone needs me, try Ariel's and don't bother looking at the stables. Had to quit.

[And cut]

professorwolf

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

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

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

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

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

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

scarlet_devil

[There is a rather agitated looking Emilia appearing on video today, this time she is outside rather than at her computer, broadcasting from her phone. Despite her eyes being hidden by sunglasses, it looks like she hasn't gotten a wink of sleep since she was told Dani hadn't come home. She certainly hasn't turned up at her door either.]

Her uncle having a heart attack was bad enough without her cousin going missing soon afterwards...]

Dani's gone missing. [She rubs her free hand down the side of her face.] My uncle's had a heart attack yesterday and Dani's sister blamed her for it... Dani's run off because of it, I can't find her anywhere since yesterday.

I don't if she's hurt or been taken... Or simply hiding.

If anyone has seen her, I have to know.

[All she can do now is keep looking. Until she gets a response, the feed ends and the phone is put away in a pocket.]

((As per Dani's hiatus, she's run off for two weeks. She'll be found either by Emi or someone else around the end of the hiatus, hungry for blood but unhurt.))

Current Mood: anxious

umbrael

hey kids, you like dinosaurs right?

well for those of you out there who don't have cameras to dodge or shady companies to watch or alleys to get beat up in or w/e you do w/ your time or if you've on a break from that then i have some fun dinosaur themed puzzles for you!

first is a riddle or long word puzzle w/e ok

say you have a several ton dinosaur hiding in a garage. he makes the raptors in jurassic park look like babies. now, hes pretty cramped in there and it smells bad and maybe it's rubbing off on him, who can say, but most important he's getting serious cabin fever and would like to stretch his legs.

how do you move this dinosaur without causing alarm or getting too much attention?

also this dinosaur may/may not have been involved in a few 1000s in car damages

ok riddle two

why would an ancient dinosaur have a silver earring? magic may or may not be involved i guess

riddle three
is there a better way for something w/out hands to write on a laptop other than a stick in the mouth

seed_of_memory

Hello again, everyone. As you're all aware, we're facing a great degree of scrutiny and danger; maybe not in a necessarily greater manner, but enough to be concerning. And I know that many of us want to get to the bottom of it.

We've all faced our share of danger, and we've all dealt with the risks that come from going it alone or acting without experience. I personally had to learn that the hard way when I investigated the Thunder Corp compound. I could have easily lost my life. I... I have learned that I need to rely on other people.

So I would like to make a proposal. I am a private investigator. I have resources and knowledge that I can share with those of you who share my desire to shed light on the secrets surrounding us. I have already reached out to several of you as contacts, but... perhaps it is time I offered more.

...

There is also another matter I would like to discuss as well. I... I had an echo some time ago, and it concerns matters that I have been uncomfortable to discuss openly. At the same time, I realize many of you have dealt with the weight of our past lives longer than I have...

[Fuyuka pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing]

When I was a child, I lost both my parents. It was at an age where my memories of living with them have... faded with time. The echo I received recently... it involved my previous self's childhood with her mother. It was peaceful. Idyllic... they clearly cared about each other a great deal...

I am unsure of how to deal with it. I cannot feel if I feel jealousy or regret. What's more... my parents losing their lives were what drove me to enter law enforcement. Embracing these memories - memories that aren't even mine - it feels like I am betraying all of that.

...
I. I could use [her voice cracks] some advice.

Th-thank you for your time.

ursoreckless

[ shou is back from his sudden disappearance. he is also looking a bit like he was chewing on something bitter and that he is also pretty tired. hello jet lag, he really doesn't need you to stick around right now. ]

This is starting to get ridiculous. First it's 'oh no, the police are going to kill us', then it was the thunderasses or whatever, and now it's the mob. And now people are all 'whine whine the normals are out to get us'... Well, yeah, that's one of the problems of coming out of the supernatural closet. C'mon, I can't be the only person who watches movies with similar plots, can I? Next, you'll be telling me that aliens don't come to earth to eat our brains.

I might be joking about that last bit.

Hey, here's something to think of from your uncle Shou - mebbe the mob are after us because they are doing something illegal and we're too much of a bunch of powered goodies getting in their way.

...Fuck, what a bad month it's been. I think I'm going to drown myself and mebbe get some sleep at the same time.

[ and have a salute before the feed goes dead. for anyone he talks to regularly, he had an emergency in the family and had jetted off to Japan. he might have messaged a couple people but when in a rush, it may not have gone through completely. feel free to yell at him about it. ]

drawitagain

[Haruka's face shows up on the network, overcome with a look of exhaustion. His clothes are spattered lightly with paint, along with smaller marks here and there on his face.]

Ah...Hello! I was wondering if I could get your opinion on something! [Haruka turns his cellphone towards the wall of what appears to be a local underpass. The wall is covered in very neatly painted graffiti. Large, colorful and playfully drawn letters spell out "Create a Great Day!" The letters are surrounded by a painted overgrowth of green grass and rainbow colored flowers. The design takes up a pretty huge chunk of the wall, and there are various paint cans strewn about, so it's obvious this has been quite an exercise for him.]

What do you think? Oh! B-Before anyone gets mad! I know graffiti can be bad but...The reason I painted this, was because I wanted to paint something nice over the graffiti that was already there...

It was, um. A very hurtful message. Directed at us. The numbered. [He sighs and sits on the ground in front his work, bringing close his paint cans and placing them into a backpack.]

Why would someone say that about us? We didn't choose this, we're only a little bit different from everyone else. We'd never, ever try to hurt anyone...Why is people's first instinct to try to kill us?

I don't understand. It isn't fair.

gogoghostpowers

[Danny (or rather, Cure Phantom) does not look like he has had a good time lately. The video shows him with green blood trickling out of his nose and down the side of his head. His lip is split open and starting to scab green. His eye is swollen shut through his mask. And all that aside...he's covered in scratches and his suit has minor tears all over it.

Basically, he looks like a complete wreck.]

So, uh...

The mafia told me to tell everyone to stop meddling in their business. So, there's that.

And by the way--whatever you do, don't follow a suspicious-looking guy into an alleyway. It'll just end really, really badly.

[he opens his mouth to say something else (which reveals that he's missing a tooth, too) but then decides against it. He looks down and to the side of the camera, avoiding looking at it directly, before he shuts it off.]

hyper_rain

If your past self did something, was part of something, that is hurting people now [that hurt your friends] does that mean you are a bad person? or going to be?

[This is obviously the best birthday present he could get--learning he was Mafia after the Mafia has started attacking his friends.]

espigeonage

Well, I've gone and had a modelling milestone I should've seen coming. While I wrap my head around it, here's a game you shouldn't play unless you're prepared for awfulness: google yourself, what you're known by to the public, or just someone network-famous plus porn. How bad are your results? Can you top mine?

Oh, and I have uncovered an old safehouse. A very nice old safehouse. It's got two pools, hot and cold running roombas, and goddamn twelve cats. A beach party's not really feasible right now, but this should be different. I want people to come see and hang out! Send me a private message.

siesinddasessen

I'm bored, so I have questions for you.

What is the largest item, being or whatever else that you've ever pulsed back? Was it large from the beginning, or did it only grow to its current size later on?

[She's of course asking completely out of boredom and nothing else, and her question is meant to be this broad - not because she's trying to draw out a very specific type of answers (the biggest living being that you have ever pulsed back, but that would be too obvious perhaps). ...And her claim to boredom is partly true at least. Too many long-distance flights with long waits in taxi as of late.

See, she even adds another question. Super not actually interested.]

And what is the longest that you've ever gone without pulses?

[Anonymous; locked to Alan]

You can shift. How?

stopinthenameofawe

Who: Melissa and whoever wants to celebrate her birthday!!
When: July 15th
Where: A private room in a bar for the grown up party; Karl's apartment and
What: It's Melissa's birthday! TIME TO PARTY.
Warnings: Stupid, drunk adults. And Melissa in general.

( today is your birthday~ )

evowhisperer

( Private to Karl )
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[Phone Text, Open to All]

What's your favorite invention? If you can't think of one, name something you want to see made real.

feastorfamine

Ah, well, I finally had my brace taken off. I've still got rehab to go to, but I feel pretty free all the same.

That said, I have some other good news! I've started working at Espresso Yourself and Aikawa's on top of my other job as someone's personal assistant, so if any of you frequent those places, I'll do my best to provide excellent service. It's a point of pride, after all!

[if you think Amy sounds like she's trying to "sell" herself, you're probably not alone]

That said, um... I'm trying to get past the whole "not getting involved with this number business" thing. I want to get to know people better, learn more about everyone. So... consider this a new introduction, of sorts.

Also... does anyone know anything about plastic model kits? It was important to the girl whose memories I've been getting, but it's sad to say I don't really know much about them. I figure if I'm gonna learn anything from her, I'd best start learning what I can on my own first...

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Melissa Lyre
When: July 8th
Where: Karl's place
What: Just watching home movies and talking about dead wives.

( even if it's technically summer )

flamberge

Who: Eugen, Karl
When: 6/25
Where: Around town
What: Helping stranded motorists is only the right thing to do.

( and on a motorcycle too )

flamberge

[When Karl's face pops up, something looks distinctly different. Could it be new clothes? Nah. Could it be a new hair cut? Nope. Could it be the gigantic black eye he's now sporting and that's impossible to miss? Yup. Given the size and the intensity and the puffiness, whoever got him in the left eye got him good and recently so. Anyone in or around the police station at 5 pm yesterday would have seen a random man march up to Karl as he was leaving and just slug him as hard as possible. Karl, oddly enough, didn't do anything to him.]

Should any of you still wish to test magic and its effects on plastics or other materials, I've recently gained a new form of it which can be used for the experimentation.

[Time for a quick demonstration (once again, inside his own apartment because true scientists don't dwell on details like property damage when testing things)! Karl rolls the chair out of view so to give everyone a nice view of a rubber boot by a door frame. Nothing happens for a few seconds. Then suddenly, a bolt of lightning (complete with thunder sound effects) strikes it. Out of nowhere. Inside an apartment. Yup.

Once magical lightning show is over, Karl rolls back into view. He almost opts ending the message here, but instead, very clearly hesitates before speaking up once more.]

There's also a question I've been meaning to ask. Does anyone here remember being older than what is possible for humans? If so, do you recall how it was possible or the details of why the aging process had been abnormal? Was magic or odd technology inv--

[Asking about the details behind potential agelessness gets cut off by the sudden vibration of his phone. A quick glance down at it happens before Karl sighs and answers with a 'Ja, Mutti?'. A nice little exchange made up mainly of ja-ing and mutti-ing follows, with a final 'yes, I promise, this weekend' in German before finally closing his phone. Seconds after the conversation ends, the phone vibrates again. Thankfully, it's only a text. It still succeeds in getting another sigh.]

As one final note, I will be traveling outside Locke City to Boston on the 29th and will remain there until the 5th. Pulses may no longer fully vanish outside the city, but still be cautious in contacting me during this time.

[And just ending here. People should get the jist of the aging thing even if it got cut off, right? Right.]

mimicery

Who: Karl Aurion, Katie Evans
When: Monday, 6/23 around 6pm
Where: Around the city
What: Katie ran into some bullies and Karl goes off to the rescue

[( Insert something witty here )

flamberge

Who: Karl Aurion, Lloyd Irving
When: FATHER'S DAY
Where: Karl's apartment
What: A son gives his dad something for father's day.

( between a son and his long lost dad )

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. ]

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Who: Karl Aurion (

flamberge), Eriks Saverem (

featherduster), Neil Dylandy (

hotshots), Eugen Lambert (

buildyourworld), Yoko Aznabel (

sucrosity) & Cesar Sanchez-Ortiz (

evowhisperer)
What: An FBI Inspection Team to Thundercorps following a tip about a secret basement wing.
When: 20th June
Where: Thundercorps
Warning: Socially awkward uniformed men (and lady) trying to be serious.

( nobody believe that bullcrap excuse for our blackout )

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