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OOC cut for image! )
 

[Under normal circumstances, Barnaby wouldn't have ever considered exposing the Network to this symbol, for no other reason than not wanting to trigger Echoes for people. It's easy to forget that just because they're a hellish experience for him a lot of the time doesn't mean that it's the same for everyone else.

Normal circumstances, however, do not include an obsession with getting information on something that leaves him antsy and increasingly more pissed off with every dead end. It's been eating away at his mind for weeks now, with nothing to show for it beyond an ever-shortening temper. A part of him is actually hoping this thing gives people Echoes, if only because then someone might be able to do what his last Echo didn't and finally quench this burning need to know.]


Anyone who remembers anything about this symbol, or the group associated with it, I need you to tell me what you know.

and I mean remember, from a pulse/echo/whatever you want to call them


[He prefers Fucking Annoying, personally.]

I know all about it's relation to alchemy so if that's all you've got on it then don't bother

I just need someone to give me something
new
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who: Ivan [personal profile] disenchant & Eugen [personal profile] buildyourworld
what: Eugen encounters toothpick monsters in the library! Ivan comes to his rescue!
where: Locke City Library
when: April 2nd
warning: Random curses, falling books and shelves...

What a failure... )
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Who: ivan karelin ([personal profile] disenchant) & kotetsu t. kaburagi ([personal profile] earnedmystripes).
When: backdated to march 7th, 2pm.
Where: the mall.
What: does wild tiger mean anything to you?
Warning: nada!

no, of course not. )
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[ he really should be asleep by now, and it's obvious he needs it by how exhausted he sounds, but he has to get rid of this particular urge first. it's been bothering him since the adrenaline (and chaos) finally died down. ]

... Can anyone else summarize their day in two words. I'll start.

[ a meaningful pause. ]

Giant robots.
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Some long-ass setup. )

[ voice ]
[ Just above a whisper: ] Hi there. [ He glances around again. No sign that the people around him have noticed. A little louder, then. ] On old Olympus' towering tops, a Finn and German viewed some hops...

[ Another quick glance about and-- no? Nothing for that, either? (Those who are going or have gone through medical school might recognize that as a mnemonic for the twelve cranial nerves.)

He lets out a shaky sigh of relief. ]


That proves that, I guess.

[ He sucks in a breath. ]

Well, then. I've got a question. Does anyone remember knowing a warrior named Thor? Like the god of thunder from Norse mythology, but not... exactly. Or- or a frozen wasteland. Blue giants with the power to freeze?

That was my 'memory', my... 'Echo' or 'Pulse.' What I find most peculiar about it, though, is that I remember fighting-- fighting against these giants with knives and magic. Have any of you remembered the same? Doing something so... astonishing, but completely unfathomable? I just-- I can't imagine doing any of tha-- oh! Oh!

[ action, open to one party ]
[ There's a woosh of indiscriminate sound as Daniel drops the phone to his side, rushing to hail down a taxi before it passes by. In his haste, he collides into another person and staggers backwards.

It's a Numbered person.

Of course, he doesn't know it and they wouldn't know he's one, either, but here's a hint: he's dropped his phone and while, miraculously, it hasn't shattered, the phone call was ended. Thus, the app behind it is the one in full view on the screen and that happens to be the notepad window with a bunch of Network posts on it, easy to see.

At the moment, Daniel's more concerned about damage control on the person he rushed into. ]


Shit-- sorry. Are you alright?
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Who: OPEN.
When: March 9th, Sunday, daylight hours.
Where: The business district of Locke City.
What: An enormous snake monster is pissed.
Warnings: Violence.

[The alien explodes silently - but it explodes.

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

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

And it is felt underground.

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

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

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

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

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

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



[ OOC: This is part two of the Season 1's finale. The first - the assault on the farmhouse - is here; pertinent plot posts one and two. ]

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Mar. 1st, 2014 09:49 am
pumpkinbutt: (come on guy be srs)
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Alright so it's official. you can access this thing with gummi bears if you just spell it out right. you're welcome, scienceguy.

Other than that if you guys see someone actually using this network in real life what do you do, exactly? I keep reading "number club members" on a lot of these.
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[ The man shown on the feed looks anxious and rather frazzled; while he holds his phone in one hand fairly steadily, the other can’t seem to stop messing with his hair, his fingers smoothing through it as though it will somehow help. It doesn’t. Keith can’t understand just what it is that’s happened in regards to this strange network; this is the only way he can think of to find out. ]

Ah, hello! I realise that you all likely have to put up with a lot of confused messages such as this. I apologise for adding to them. But, you see… I arrived in Locke City a few weeks ago, and have just started out as a police officer. But as I'm sure you can understand, things are rather…

[ Just before he gets to finish that sentence, he’s interrupted by a rather large golden labrador jumping up into his lap, and suddenly Keith drops the phone so that he can deal with the sudden addition to this broadcast. Eventually he speaks again, though his phone is now face down on the floor. ]

S-steady, John, steady!

[ A few seconds longer and a rather loud bark later: ] What I meant to say is that if someone could explain this current state of affairs to me, as well, I would be in your debt. I've never seen anything like this before.

Despite my confusion over this network and suddenly being able to connect in this kind of way, please allow me to help you, as well! I will do my best to serve you all in any way that I can. After all, as a police officer, it is my duty to assist the people of Locke City!

[ And perhaps someone can dispel him of some of his oblivious enthusiasm...? ]
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[[The video flips on to a slightly confused face, that blinks once, then gives a smile.]]

Hello, Mother, can you hear me? I think it's connected now. Can you see me?

[[a slight pause]] ...this was working last week... That update didn't break it again, did it? [[a soft sigh]] Hello, Mother? Call if you can hear me, I can't see or hear you.