savetheearth | Entries tagged with tales of vesperia: yuri lowell

[Matt Abbot sits before you today in a spinny desk chair, illuminated by his laptop screen. If you thought Matt couldn’t get dumber, you were wrong. You were very wrong. He is making good on his threats of stupidity so over the top they’re impossible to believe. Today Matt is wearing a surprisingly well made masquerade-style eye mask, black with a diagonal cut of blue over his left eye. And he is also wearing a surprising well made collared cape, black with a blue lining. He is also just wearing generally nice clothing under it because you can totally dress like a supervillain and still be stylish.

He steeples his fingers, a sly(ish) smile on his face.]

Greetings, Numbered. As I have been recently freed from the mortal prison of mandatory education, I am now free to pursue any future I wish. … Until August because I have already paid my tuition deposit.

But until August, Locke City, you are being watched. I will be your worst nightmare. I will be a supervillain the likes of which none of you have ever seen before. Such dastardly deeds as speaking in a fake New Jersey accent, directing tourists to the wrong streets and ripping tags off mattresses will happen on the streets every day for as long as I remain in its borders. I will accomplish all my good deeds by questionable means, causing me to become a terrible menace who will puzzle philosophy majors because no one can tell if I'm actually being a bad person. [He leans back in his chair, doing his best to look mysterious and dangerous.]

My first dastardly deed will be a kidnapping. Next Monday, June 16th, I will be kidnapping one of your number, heroes, and taking him with me to Las Vegas. If you wish to guarantee his safety, there is room for two others to accompany us on our cross-country trip. If you wish to ensure his safe return to New Jersey, then you may contact me and we will discuss plans.

[And with that the video turns off. However, Matt is still going, typing. He’s posting a selfie, too, of him in graduation robes. He’s got the National Honor Society gold graduation stole and everything.]

Graduation’s next weekend, too. My parents and my aunt and uncle are the reason I can take the trip--the car’s a graduation thing. Being serious for a second, though, if you want to come, the car is big enough that it won’t be an awful trip. Leaving the 16th at 8AM. If you’re under 18, I need parental permission. I’ll text you my number.

jailbreaks

[So this time he has his number written on a window in his living room and well, people are actually free not to recognize him. For once, he's actually posting to the network not drunk or talking about illegal substances, but rather, he's wearing this outfit, trying his hardest to look serious and not laugh...]

So, I don't know what you people wore as knights, but I get the feeling that this isn't what most people wear. Then again, I was a magic knight who didn't use magic or something. But, seriously, you'd think we'd get some fuckin' armor or at least something to protect us.

Also, what the hell is up with this? [He pulls on the fabric that is clinging almost skin tight on his waist.] ...I look like a girl.

[He pauses, actually pondering thing.]

Was I a girl?

[But really, look at that outfit and how it nicely goes along his curves, giving him an almost feminine physique.

But seriously, he's not taking this serious at all. He just felt like showing off his dumb new outfit because, really, it looks dumb.]

knights_king

[In the evening, Arthur wrote the 'numbers' on the surface of a large window panel with a dry erase marker. He had been busy all week and mostly silent, save for a handful of chats. He was standing in a full, black suit and grey dress shirt that looked as if it were tailored rather than pulled from a thrift shop. He was even wearing driving gloves, to fit the look a hitman would go for.

Anyone listening would likely be confused, because this is going to be the most articulate Arthur will ever have been to date.]

I had a pretty busy week. A lot of good things happened and I'm pretty sure it's all because of the guy I used to be. I feel good, but I get the impression he felt like he was walking on sunshine all day long.

[Arthur paused, swallowing his words for that moment. He was beating around the bush.]

I don't like the guy I think I used to be. He said something that made me really worry he was a horrible guy and that whatever he had at his disposal was something he didn't deserve, but forget that guy.

I'm not looking to be a hero or win people over--I just wanna prove that asshole wrong. So, if you guys ever need my help--ask for Arthur York.

[Text to George's Cell]
new number this is artie

so this hotel fridges bar is already paid for

knights_king

Who: Arthur York, George Wolfe
When: May 1st, Evening
Where: Arthur's apartment building rooftop.
What: An epic tale begins as two young men put on magic armor, get really hammered and wail on each other with pipe wrenches and folding chairs.
Warnings: S for Stupid as Hell.

( Who trusted these idiots with brains? )

pheromonecoffee

Matt's Super Important Survey of Avoiding Studying for the Looming Physics Exam

Name/Alias:
Current Age: a range is good like are you a kid or a teen or a young adult or an adult adult or an old adult?
Occupation: or general like are you in medicine or a student or education or what?
How Long Have You Been Numbered?:
Favorite Food:
Favorite Genre of Music: viral youtube videos count
How Many Seasons of College Have You Seen?: if you are not caught up shame on you
Do You Prefer the [Harry Potter Stand In] Books or Movies?:
Do You Sunburn Easily?: very important
Were Your Parents Honest About Dropping You as a Child?: (all babies get dropped at one point or another)

Echo stuff

Do you remember using magic in your echoes?: or somebody else using it?
What age was the other you?: general range is okay
What was your occupation?:
Do you remember how they died?: seriously i can't be the only person who remembers dying i need some validation here.

This is a very important study into why the hell we're all dealing with this. Your answers are vital and will be recorded and my lab assistants and I will sort through this and report our findings asap.

... speaking of, lab assistants, are you free on Saturday because my aunt and uncle are out and I have a coupon for pizza. I am not letting buy one pizza get a pizza free go to waste.

dead_black_eyes

[There is a lot going on right now. Murders in Vegas, police trials staggering to shameful conclusions, and L's own latest case- which he's technically no longer supposed to be investigating, but is- are all very distracting.

It's not like he needs sleep or anything, though; the coffee shop's construction is right on schedule. It just finished, in fact. As promised, he's taking a break from perusing Greek newspapers to make an announcement... and to remind the people who said they'd help a couple weeks ago about their commitment.]

Construction's done on the coffee shop and these are the open temporary positions I need filled immediately. Movers: Basically just move objects from point A to point B. Some of them are heavy. Painters: Solid colors and also a mural. Promoters: Hang out at Urban Outfitters and craft bars to hand out posters and spread the word. These are the permanent positions I'm taking interviews for starting this evening. Experience is a plus, but not necessary unless otherwise noted. Manager: Experience required. Job entails scheduling workers and running the shop. Assistant Managers: Hiring two. Need to be equally comfortable behind the counter and dealing with paperwork. Baristas: Hiring up to 8 for now. Duties include making coffee and food, running the cash register, and keeping the bathroom really clean. Bartenders: Hiring up to three. Must be over 21; we have a full bar that opens at 2:00 each day. Vendors: Sell your handcrafted items and help us support our boarded employees. A fantastic accountant: Lots of experience mandatory A fantastic lawyer: See above. Numbered individuals get priority, obviously. As I mentioned before, if your living situation is complicated, there is an apartment upstairs with six cots, two showers, and lockers for personal belongings. Just mention it during your interview and we can put you up as soon as the cots are upstairs. Respond here or drop by in person. I'll be at the shop all day today, and... honestly for the next week I'll be there almost constantly.

[And, in fact, he will. He's been neglecting his sleep, though, so when you stop by the newly constructed Espresso Yourself, you're likely to find him dozing on the lone sofa in the empty expanse of the shop, practically buried in paperwork.]

squicksilver

Look at this:

[ Linked is a story in the Las Vegas Sun about the grisly murder last night. ]

You're morons, all you people in Vegas flaunting your "powers." Go home. You're attracting the wrong sort of attention. Leave entertaining to the professionals.

And don't say anything about me, if anyone asks.

boredallready

[It looks like Lloyd is using his phone and standing outside of Locke City High near a section of wall that is otherwise abandoned. The quick glances from side to side before he speaks confirm that much.]

Okay, Dad wouldn't answer me on the way to school and you guys are usually pretty good at knowing stuff. What all are you allowed to do when you're 18?

[He grins.]

'Cause guess how old I am today~

mimicery

[It had been a few weeks since her last encounter with the snake attack in downtown but she never could have thought that everything would end up like this. Nevertheless, now that she was on the network?

Looks like she didn't have a choice. With a heavy sigh, she finally responded.]

So I got a quick question. Is there anyone here who doesn't want to be a part of this?

No offense but this isn't the type of thing I would go for. If you want to, then go ahead but I'm not suited for this. Between that snake attack and those aliens, there's got to be something else for those who can't handle it. Yeah, yeah, I can go help at the hospital but who wants to deal with seeing that everyday? That's a lot for an adult or even a kid to handle don't you think? What can a 10 year old do here?

[And not die in the process? However, there was some tapping noises coming from her other end.]

Whatever, I just want someone to get the numbers out of my head! I don't need another snake attack destroying the city or killing me!

[But she did have to admit, she was a little curious about whoever that person was that saved her.]

notspecial

[The video opens with a teenage boy waving wildly. While he talks, his arms are almost constantly in motion - folding, unfolding, getting thrown up in the air, pointing at the screen, and so on.]

Hey, everyone! My name's Evan and I guess I'm new? I've been wondering what these numbers meant for a while! Then I wrote them down the other day, and whoa! Check out all of this! How long has this been going on? All you guys are the ones, right? The heroes from the snake fight a while back? This explains a lot, I bet a lot's been going down around here along with the snake and the aliens and everything else normal people already know about.

[Evan starts bouncing on his feet at that, looking thrilled.]

All right! I'm ready to help out! Just tell me where to sign up and I'll do it. Except...

[He scratches his head.]

How do you figure out what kind of powers you have? I don't really remember mine.

jailbreaks

Who: George Wolfe and YOU!
When: April 24
Where: At the McDonald's near the library
What: Someone's working at the Ol' McDonald's today. Whether he's the drive through clerk, or the guy taking your order inside. He also has a confrontation from a girl he pissed off over the network.

( He hates the after school crowd so much... )

squicksilver

[ Alexander Mercure is staring at his phone as if it were an unwanted kitten in his living room, coughing up hairballs made of pure gold. ]

Ah… Haha….

[ An instant later, his lips are parted in a dazzling smile, revealing his whitened teeth, which show even brighter against his made-up face. He’s clad in a top hat, white tie and tails, every inch covered in sequins. From the silver dust on his cheekbones to the gold fringe on his sleeves, he glitters. ]

Goodness, what a surpriiiiise! Why, here I’ve been reading about all of you amazing people, only to find myself one of your number. The “numbers club,” how adorable. That means something a little different here in Las Vegas, haha! Anyway, anyway! I suppose I ought to introduce myself. I’m Alexander Mercure. But my friends call me…

[ DRAMATIC PAUSE ]

Alexander… the Great!

[ A beat, wherein he looks very very serious — and then collapses all over in giggles. ]

Ahahhaha, forgive me. That’s the name of my show. It’s at the Flamingo. Nightly at nine and twice on Sundays. I’ve heard that some of you are coming to visit our fair city, so I’d like to extend an invitation to each and every one of you. Be sure to stop backstage afterwards, I’d loooove to meet all of you wonderful heroes!

[ Everything about this screams setup, from the "superpowered" girl in his show (ordinary parlour tricks), to the numbers in his head (third-rate mentalism), to this bizarre network. It's elaborate, but it's obviously just a marketing ploy, if one wants to be generous; or a confidence scheme, if one doesn't.

Well! If anybody thinks they're going to fool Alexander the Great, they've got another thing coming. Already he's turning the tables on these people — whoever they are — and using their fancy network to pimp his show.

He starts to wave goodbye — but hesitates, putting his (sequined) white-gloved fingers to his lips. ]

Aaaaaah, but I’ve noted that some of you are rather young. No kiddies at the evening shows, sorry about that. Twenty-one and older, if you please. [ wink wink ] Little angels can come to the Sunday matinee.

[ Wiggling his sparkling fingers: ]

Bye byeeeeeeeee!

astion

Hello again, everyone.

I do hope everyone is doing all right. It seems like a lot has been happening lately. With the broadcast....I'm not as sure what to make of it myself. But I imagine others who have been involved in all of this for longer will have a better understanding of it all than I, who more recently was introduced to this network and everything.

But that isn't why I'm on the network right now. I was just wanting to say that I...I think I can heal. I know there was mention of a specific clinic set up to help those of us in need that might be....more obvious. I was wondering if I could ask to see about helping there? I don't know that I can do too much yet, but in the event that I do get better at this. I think I can at least help with more minor injuries and pains.

So, if someone can point me to who I'd need to talk to about this? I'd appreciate it.

onecream_fivesugar

[Robyn should probably be paying attention in class, but she really can't be bothered with math or anything math related. She's just jotting things down in her notebook to make it look like she's learning something.]

To do list:

1. Find out out what [Insert her number here.] is all about. - Did I have ICQ at some point? I don't remember making an account for it. Are ICQ numbers that long? What the heck would I have used for a password when I made it?

2. Do homework. ...Bleh... D:

2.5. Find something better to do than homework. ...Good idea!

3. Convince dad to buy me a guitar. (If I ask him every day, he'll crack and do it. I know he will)

4. ~~Pick up sunglasses so I don't have to explain the whole eyes changing color thing to dad.~~ No, too obvious. Maybe there's a place in town that sells colored contacts?

5. Ice Cream? This should really be higher up on the list, me. You know better.

6. AUTOGRAPHS! NEED TO GET ALL OF THEM!!!! - TOP PRIORITY This is now number one on the list.
...Maybe number 2, I could really go for some ice cream right about now.

7. Mmmmm.. Cookie Dough... :)

8. Does anyone even use ICQ anymore!?

[The note ends with a doodle of an ice cream cone. It actually looks pretty good.]

dragon_blossom

[ The video is on a laptop camera, of moderate quality, with Marina sitting in a chair looking into it, annoyed. Behind her, the bed is somewhat visible, and on it is the edge of some armor, just the armor portions, fairly lacking in actual coverage. Sure, the armor's magical, and Marina's well aware that they all survived some shit that was pretty bull, but... with this? ]

So, who here knows much about armor? I've got this little... breastplate and shoulder armor combo thing here, and it's not much but I don't even know how to put this shit on. Like, it got magicked onto me in the past, and it's not doing that now, so I'm trying to figure out how to do that, and if it's even worth it.

It doesn't look very comfortable, but if it's magical, I think I want it.

[ She shifts the laptop to look more fully at it, and walks over to hold up the pieces. They've got the appropriate straps, but frankly, she's kinda lazy.

Marina walks back up, and sits herself down again in front of the camera. ]

Also, I got more giant robot memories, and it seems kinda... like it'd clash with the whole, y'know, magical knight thing. Right? It's some weird shit.

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.

jailbreaks

[Okay, so someone's in his bathroom not looking too hot using his mirror as his way of communication. He hasn't shown his face on the network before, but now that he has, some might recognize him from one of the many McDonald's in Locke City. His hair is in a lazy loose ponytail and a few black locks are messily stuck to his face.

Assuming his manager isn't a reincarnate, he won't get in trouble for talking drunk over the network. Not that they'd care anyway because he's called out for being in jail before...

Why he decided to activate communications is beyond him really, but now is about the time he would decide to call out to people and tell them they were right...

...when he has absolutely no dignity, thus he can't loose any.

With a deep breath he finally starts his little monologue. For someone that looks awful, he's actually pretty put together and not slurring his words too badly.]

So, you all were right. I'm stuck here being one of you people. Nothing's going away and things are only getting worse. Guess I should consider myself lucky that I'm only getting memories of weird things.

Speaking of which, Stella, that was your name, right? We need to talk.

[Because he'd take someone's suggestion and actually... talk to the girl.

But it's short and sweet and something like his way of an apology and an admittance that yes, he was wrong to the people who was stuck with his angry texts and voice chats.]

Maybe now's the time to ask what the hell's gonna happen to me now?

[Still not thrilled about this, but he's accepted it more or less after fighting it for almost the past week.]

imbibing

[The video opens up to a view of a very normal-looking home. It's furnished in standard Ikea fare, but Misato's managed to do a lot with just a little. The place looks fairly welcoming, in fact. And clean. Not at all like any apartment Misato may have inhabited in her past life.

In the background, the sound of running water can be heard. If you really strain your ears, the sound of splashing can be heard, too.]

Okay. This thing on?

[Misato doesn't bother waiting for a response. She flips her tablet around so that the camera is facing her. It's dangerously close to her face, so ready yourself an extreme closeup.]

Sorry for calling you guys, but I have no idea who else to turn to for help. There's something in my bathroom and I don't know what to do about it.

[The sound of a loud splash can be heard in the background.]

I think it's just better if you see for yourself.

[Misato turns the tablet camera away from her, and towards a slightly adjacent door. As she slowly and steadily approaches, the sound of running water grows louder.

Misato gently kicks the door open. There's another splash as Misato turns her camera to reveal a hot springs penguin.

It looks at the camera, then shakes his head, the same way a dog might to dry off his fur. Misato keeps the video focused on the penguin, who's now happily swimming the length of the tub.

It's fortunate that Misato has a pretty big bath.]

He has a collar and all, so I'm not really sure what to do with him. He just appeared here out of the blue a half hour ago.

I don't suppose anyone here is a veternarian or zoologist or something?

[A beat.]

Just... let me know, okay?

[The video blips out.]

astion

So. This doesn't look like this number is from some Dewey number from the library like I thought it might be? It looks like I got way over my head with this number thing. I thought if I wrote it down and figured it out, I'd get it out of my head. I guess not though......

[There's something of a sigh there. No, that would be too much to hope for that things might actually work out.]

This whole thing is really not reassuring me that I'm not crazy or something. The whole...snake mess and everything. All that pink, and that tree that just. Bloomed or was like, healed? Trees don't just...bloom that quickly. No way is that possible.

[No. It isn't. Which is why Stella is still so thoroughly confused by the image and trying and failing to just forget about it.]

Although. Now I'm curious. Superheroes. I mean, I always thought they were just in comics or movies, you know? I wonder if supers also read comics as well....? Maybe to get ideas for their costumes or something? Maybe I should. If I get some weird powers, I mean. I haven't yet, but. This whole numbers thing means I might, right? I'm not sure how to feel about that. I mean, if I can use the powers to help people....that's a good thing, isn't it? I don't know. I should probably just. Go to bed. Forget this whole mess. I don't have time for this with my studies.

seethelanterns

[The number wasn't nearly as bad as the headache that came when Solana got her first echo. The image of a haunting and somehow familiar sun emblem. She tried to ignore it. Figured it to just be some random string of numbers. Finally, she types them into her computer, frowning and staring as she reads through the result. The network.]

So this is the network. This number club thing? Maybe now I've figured it out, I won't have it in my head all the time. It's good to know I'm not the only one at least. A lot has been going on lately. I mean, I thought this stuff was all just in stories. Not. You know, actually real. The whole super powers or whatever else that we apparently get. I haven't got anything like that. Not yet anyway. I feel sorry for those who are more obvious about theirs.

Anyway, my name is Solana, and I wanted to ask something. What I got was--hang on.

[The feed changes to video as she turns on the webcam, biting her lip and brushing some short brown locks from her face as she quickly sketches this sun emblem.]

This. I was painting like I always do, in my mother's studio when I painted a sun and saw this. Like it was on some sort of flag, with purple behind it. It probably doesn't mean anything to anyone, but I figured it couldn't hurt to ask? I just can't stop thinking it is important somehow. Which is....crazy right? It's just a sun. But...I don't know. I just can't shake that feeling for some reason. If it seems familiar to anyone else? Let me know. I'd appreciate it.

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.

jailbreaks

[George punched in the numbers and got this network, however, he felt more than a little confused. Not sure if he drank too much or had too much mj, he left it alone for a few days not before coming back to this because FUCK THIS NUMBER.

As if to finally satiate his curiosity he gives this 'number' a friendly text warning.]

not sure where this text will go but heres the number that wouldnt leave me alone. if this is a sex hotline sorry not interested. though thats pretty amazing that you can telepathically send your number to my head. think i might have smoked one joint too many but now i have this number and the image of a giant fucking pink tree in my mind.

didnt think mj could mess you up that bad. maybe i should call it quits. yeah right thatll never happen. anyway if youre a kid dont do drugs otherwise you think up really weird fucking numbers and giant pink trees. not exactly the road you wanna go down.

[He'd call the number but like hell he's in the mood to talk to strangers. And he's not in the mood to figure out what the hell's going on because super powers?

HAH.

And he thought he was high.]

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Entries tagged with tales of vesperia: yuri lowell

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Entry #A-7: "Artisan" [Text, Action]

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