savetheearth | Entries tagged with touhou project: marisa kirisame

[An incoherent cough and mumble puts Anthony on the network.

As with the past so-long, the lighting's bad and he's not looking the feed dead-on, but he's rather more off it (facing mostly above it, at a distance) than usual. Not much to make out of his face - but when he speaks up, 'tis in an old cautiously, heavily treading-forward tone - snagged and anchored at a low point. Pulling tight and then recoiling at halts or depressurizing into trail-offs.]

How are they --

[Too abrupt; stop, restart...]

If -- um. ...I may ask, how - how are they treating - us. Uhmm. [Voice dries up a bit extra. He gives it a closed-jaw cough loose.] Out -- there...?

I mean, er - out on - the street...

[In public, is what he really means, and it's not a very specific question.]

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

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.

not_good_not_wicked

Hey check it out!

[She backs up, then tosses aside the crutches she's been hobbling about on for ages and walks across the room. Still a limp, but her leg can support her weight now.]

It's finally getting better enough to walk on. There were times when I thought it would never get better!

[Private to Bakura]
I feel liking doing something fun to celebrate, whaddaya say?

[Later, still private]
Ryou?

[About an hour and a half after the initial video, after some investigation. public again.]

Well. We lost Bakura.

courageblooms

[The video feed opens on a blurry close-up of Rosa's face, for she's leaning in and messing with the camera. But everything comes nicely into focus when she sits back. She's in her pajamas and beaming.]

Hello there, everyone! There's an awful lot of you on here, wow... I've just barely started reading and watching and listening, but I wanted to say something, too!

[She laughs and gives a little wave to the camera before continuing.]

I'm Rosa Curry, and I just got to Locke City. Aah, do any of you know Granny? Granny Curry? Oh, and my uncle Arthur? Arthur Curry? He's been telling me a bit about what he's been getting up to! I had thought it was just more of his tall tales, [She gives a silly eye roll and makes air quotes] but it's true, isn't it? He even told me about writing down the number and about... [She trails off while making a twirly gesture with her index finger.] ...all of this! Fighting aliens and getting powers and remembering past lives...

[She sighs happily and turns her eyes upwards, thoughtful.]

I remembered something too, when I got here. I was looking for someone. Someone really important. I wonder who it was? I wonder if they're here?

[And down comes her gaze, right back to the camera.]

Oh... oh yeah. And there was a flying ship, too. Do any of you remember something like that?

telvanni

[ Today, Nathaniel is broadcasting via a small circular handmirror. It doesn't provide a particularly expansive view, but he needs something portable and he doesn't own a cellphone. And let's be real, nobody needs to see any more of his horrible flowery chintzy living room than is already visible. Ugh.

He isn't looking quite as bored and above-it-all as usual. There's a hint of slightly-undignified excitement in his expression and everything. ]

Loath as I am to take up valuable ephemeral-number-network space, I do have something important to announce. I have created a spell set I believe many of you will be interested in. Observe!

[ Holding his mirror steady in one hand, he waves the other in an elaborately theatrical gesture. For a moment the view from the mirror is obscured in a shower of purplish-white lights, and then... ]

Oh, bugger.

[ ...he isn't in his living room any more. He's outside. The mirror gets turned away from his face to display the location more clearly - Nathaniel has been teleported on top of the roof of a building overlooking the Vegas strip.

Yeah.

After a few seconds, the lightshow obscures the mirror once more. When it dissipates, the view is trained back on Nathaniel back inside his living room. ]

I was aiming for a nearby alleyway, I suppose I shall have to recalibrate a tad... But you get the idea. I have achieved instantaneous transportation between Locke City and Las Vegas. I am also capable of enchanting items with the spells involved, so that non-magical persons will be able to use them.

Supplies are limited. As such, should anyone wish to obtain any enchanted items I will require adequate compensation. [A pause.] And I should note that unlike the staves I produced previously, these are entirely unsuitable for vegans.

[ Which doesn't sound ominous at all. ]

kyoumibukai

[The young man on the video feed is lying back on the bed, legs splayed with the lackadaisical lope of someone who is not entirely sober.]

Heyyy, Numbers Club.

[He leans forward, giving a little salute.]

The name's Lucas Evans. I've been reading the network for a little bit. See, when I heard about the Numbers Club on the news, I was like, hey... Numbers??? I've had those for like... my whole life.

[He snickers.]

I almost fell in a pit when I was a kid and since then I've had these... numbers... in my head. Also, people say that's when I started to be really good at remembering things.

[He hauls the laptop onto his lap and looks down at it. He ticks his finger with each of his emphasized syllables in his next sentence.]

They call it an ei-de-tic memory... I had a lot of tests run on me as a kid before my mom got fed up and stopped them. Oh, right.

[He sighs.]

Yeah, in case anyone recognizes me, like, if you're big on politics. My dad's Congressman Evans. So. Yeah, but don't worry if you didn't vote for him. I didn't either...

[He covers his face and laughs at his own joke.]

Cause I'm- I'm a sophomore at LCA. So hey, go keymasters, right?

[He shifts the camera over his hips and thinks.]

What else. Oh, uh. I don't have any real idea what cool powers I might have. Nothing's really setting anything off as far as memories go. So. Let me know if anyone out there remembers me.

[He closes into the camera, winking, even though it quite obviously emphasizes the fact that his eyes are glassy and just a little red.]

Catch you later, Numbers club.

stavros

I have what is perhaps an odd question. Who of our dark cabal has had what appeared to be a clear idea of their other self's life, only to find an Echo that turns that impression to dust?

As well, to the pilots of those large machines. Have you ever seen one that was... smaller? Perhaps not in the shape of a human, but only encasing a human pilot partially. I know not how we were not instantly killed, exposed as we were.

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.

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.]

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!]

twelfthspark

So the hair things do go away if you cut them. Just in case you wanted to know.

[See also: the reason this isn't a video post. She's been wearing a lot more hats for the last couple weeks, courtesy of a certain hairbrush.]

But anyway, about those aliens?

Not to be weird or anything but I'm just saying... kinda hot. (Except the kid obviously.)

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.

dragon_blossom

This is a bad joke. A really... really dumb April Fool's joke.

[ Marina's voice sounds shaken, to say the least, and it's a little muffled. The sound of her laying on a bed, on her side, although you'd have to be a strange sort of expert to figure that out.

She sniffles, the sound of someone who was crying. ]

Someone here is using their powers to play a dumb stupid shitty prank and when I... when I find out...

[ Her voice goes quieter, until the last few words are only just audible. There's the sound of... something being hit. ]

They better fix it! I can't do this! I can't deal with this! This is bullshit!

[ She switches on her laptop's camera, leaning in close enough that her eye is practically taking up the whole thing. A red eye. Yep, definitely a little crying happened.

The reason why just might be apparent when she backs away, her head totally devoid of hair, the look on her face growing manic. ]

Whoever's responsible fess up! Did you bribe Connie to make it look real or did you just start early? This isn't happening, do you hear me you sick fuck?!

shiromadoushi

Who: Bakura and various [Touchirou, Barnaby and whomever else wants to poke him]
When: Sunday, 3/30
Where: Various locations around Locke
What: Encounters with weirdness and/or people attempting to figure out WTF is going on with Bakura being more of a jerk than normal.

( Fake cut text, pick your prompt below or make a new one! )

drama8om8

Who: Alan, Octavia and ALL THE PARTY GUESTS. ALL OF THEM.
When: Today, 8pm onwards
Where: The basement of Casa Del Hunter
What: PARTYIN PARTYIN YEAH
Warnings: Tomfoolery.

( There ain't no party like a naked dickless giant ex-terrorist party )

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.]

twelfthspark

[Instead of Arlene's face, the video is a lovely view of a crappy popcorn ceiling; the phone must be sitting on something (her bed, actually.) From the sound of it, she's not far away, and she sounds panicky.]

This is a disaster. Is this another echo? Don't answer that, I already know. I got that gross feeling again right before this happened.

[She picks up the phone, revealing that a long section of her hair on either side is standing up in a way that would normally require glue or wires, giving the impression of antennae, or perhaps thin curved-back horns.]

They won't go away! I've tried basically everything short of cutting them off--I can't just cut chunks of my hair off, I have rehearsal tomorrow!--and it keeps popping back up like this. I can't go to class looking like a freaking bug! How do I fix it?!

flamberge

[Guess who's face pops up late afternoon on the 24rd? It's none other than Karl! He has a few things to say and a very important discovery to present.]

Many of you no doubt are aware of the pink lights presently in Las Vegas. Whatever this means or what may come about as a result, we must do our best to exert caution. Though we may have defended the city, the destruction of that creature had been the enemy's goal, something it will behoove all of us to remember.

[Some grumbling actually comes in the background, grumbling that sounds like one Melissa Lyre, one VERY UNHAPPY Melissa Lyre. Karl spares a somewhat apologetic glance over his shoulder before continuing.]

Words of wisdom aside, I've another reason for contacting the Network today. Following viewing the lights on TV, I received the ability necessary to test a hypothesis I posed some time ago.

[What great hypothesis might this be? A very important one!! Some very VERY melted plastic gets held up for all the world to see. What it may have been before it met its tragic fate, the world may never know. Actually, it was a plastic container but it definitely no longer serves that purpose.]

Plastic does not, in fact, protect against magic, fire magic in particular. Glass tables are also rather ineffective against it.

[RIP plastic container and another of his tables. Ah well, it was for the sake of science and hypothesis testing! And this hypothesis may have gotten tested right in front of the angry lady grumbling in the background. Really, why is she so upset? It's not as though she's...... afraid of fire. Oh... Whoops. Karl mentally slaps himself at that forgetfulness, a slap practically visible as he ends the connection]

icy_heavens

[Toushirou sounds pretty tired, but probably anyone would after the day he's had. He'd filter this to only a few select people, but . . . tired. And a relevant question, anyway. Just how many has it happened to?]

So anybody else besides the mech pilots get questioned by the feds or was I just lucky today?

prismaticdestruction

[This has taken some time for her to set up, as made obvious by the nervous twitching on the metal and jeweled wings on her back and her eyes are looking down at the keyboard of her laptop. She takes a deep breath before looking up,scratching at her arm a little bit]

Umm...I I wanted to say thank you to those who I was with when everything happened. Even if I did end up sneaking away and getting into trouble.

[She shifts a little bit, her wings chiming a little bit as she does.]

I...I want to ask if anyone know how to hide wings...Dad does not know about them yet..and I'm afraid to tell him about them or anything else. It doesn't have to be right away but..It's going to be too warm to wear a sweatshirt or a jacket over them soon. Besides, I want to make it past my birthday without him knowing!

[A quick glance away before she just smiles a little bit.]

Any ideas would be nice!

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.

vetala

Karson and Avery are

[There's a pause before she actually types the rest, mostly because she doesn't know what to type, but she figures it out soon enough.]

They're gone. The mafia apparently got rid of them. Killed them with a mutant dog. We think it might have been Crab. We found them in a warehouse. Mr. Kaburagi, Roxy, Alan, Tavia, Danny and I. The dog is dead.

If anyone finds out anything about the mafia, feel free to share. I'll be at the LSR clinic.

paradiseshrinemaiden

[It's been a while since the last time Reimu actually made a post on the network. She's looking pretty irritable right now and she's actually somewhere in the back of the shrine right now, dressed in her miko uniform.]

... I guess it's a good thing my Aunt and Uncle already found out about all this weird stuff.

[And why is this, you ask? Reimu will show you, because she's turning the camera on her cellphone on the large pond that's back here.]

Because suddenly there's a turtle in our backyard for some reason. And it can talk.

[And so there is. A very large turtle. With a beard. He looks really grumpy too as he speaks up in an old man's voice.]

Excuse me, young lady, but I do have a name you know. It's Genji! [He sounds so cranky too.] Hmph! Just like you to forget your own shikigami. It seems you haven't changed at all.

What's that supposed to mean? I'm pretty sure I never had a shikigami. At least not in this life. You do realize what's going on here, don't you?

O-of course I do! Just who are you talking to on that contraption anyway?

[Reimu just sighs and turns the camera back on herself.]

Like I was saying, I guess at least I don't have to hide him from them or something. Though I don't know what my Uncle's going to say about me having a pet all of a sudden...

Who are you calling a pet?!

((Alright, wasn't sure exactly how to play him, but there we go XD;))

stavros

It would appear that today is Extraterrestrial Abduction Day. The majority of the school has been making jokes about it behind the backs of the staff. Those who were more deeply affected by current events have started fights over it. Is it this bad at the public schools as well?

I fear the depths to which the world sinks, even without our adversary.

(Yes, it's real.)

testsonseashells

Dr. Solus checking in; clinic still intact, although patient density means difficulty in keeping physical alterations quiet. Should lighten as time goes on, but until then, my own availability also limited. Several hundred civilian casualties. Wanted to confirm no network losses besides Aria Megido. EDIT: Should clarify that Megido now apparently a ghost.

Discovered formula for new substance called medi-gel - medicinal salve combining anesthetic and clotting agent, used to seal wounds against infection and blood loss. Useful, but expensive to produce. Don't like asking for donations, but if possible, can contribute to clinic at [LINK TO THE CLINIC'S WEBSITE].

Additionally, wanted to discuss farmhouse assault. Understand plan executed successfully and alien destroyed in Locke, thus triggering emergence of snake, but would like details - other defenses, contents of farmhouse, etc. Would also appreciate pictures - planning to add information for sake of FAQ.

Ray Zimmerman, if available, Lazarus Lawliet asked for you. Should contact him - concussion has impaired memory of your number.

not_good_not_wicked

Two orders of business today.

First the serious one: I'm interested in anyone who knows healing magic. Not for me. After the snake shitstorm there have got to be hundreds of people who need it more than me. I'd just like to learn about magic for restoring life in general.

Second order of business: We just fought off an alien monster AND a giant doom snake. We saved the freakin' city! I don't know if that means that we're all done with all of this or if things are only going to get more crazy now, but either way this feels like a major accomplishment.

So we should celebrate! I'd offer to throw some kind of party myself, but I don't think I have any space big enough for the Network to fit without getting mud in people's shoes, which totally kills the mood. I'll help with planning and such if someone else offers a space, though.

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!)

dyingtohealyou

Sorry I'm late to the check-in, but it took a while to get back home. I didn't really want to explain to my parents that I got knocked unconscious during the fight, so I told them I was staying with some people who got hurt during the attack to make sure they were going to be okay. Not sure if they're convinced, but at least they've stopped asking questions.

[He runs a weary hand over his face. Going back to his parents' house wasn't a whole lot of fun, but he knew he'd have to eventually even if he tried returning to Roy's place instead. Not only that, he did still worry about how his parents may have fared during the attack.]

Anyway, I figured I should give everyone a heads up. I learned something new about my power in the middle of all of that, and... well, the short and sweet version is, every time I heal someone I have to give up some of my own life. I'm not a hundred percent sure what the full effects of that are going to be, but the last time I gave it a shot I ended up coughing up blood and passing out, so... Unless I figure out a way to not risk dying every time I heal someone, I'm going to have to stop.

Sorry.

wirsinddiejager

[Alan's previous text posts have always been from his sketchbook and thus surrounded with drawings and doodles. This one has been written on a blank page and looks weirdly empty in comparison, especially since the post itself is so short.]

during the snake thing if you saw a titan running around randomly breaking shit that was me. I lost control and didnt know what I was doing. sorry if I got any of you guys hurt.

not_good_not_wicked

Because of a certain clip that kept airing on the news, Marisa had gone from "That one weird girl in my class" to something of a celebrity at school. At first she enjoyed the attention, but as she realized it involved lots of people being afraid to talk to her it quickly started to wear thin. As she toddled down the halls on crutches, some people just stared, lots whispered "Wasn't she on TV?" or the like, some looked nervous. At first she tried actually answering questions, usually with snarky non-answers. After the fifth person asked her why she was walking on crutches when she could fly, anonymously shouted from the crowd in the halls rather than to her face, Marisa heaved a sigh. They wanted a show, she'd give them a fucking show.

She stopped on her way to AP calculus, closed her eyes, then hovered about a foot into the air. As the crowds in the hall parted before her in surprise and silence, she drifted on towards class.

Of course, after the initial surprise wore off this only made the attention worse. At least she didn't have to get around on crutches anymore.

ursoreckless

[it's either very late at night or very early in the morning depending on how you look at things. shou - as usual - is up because either he didn't got to bed yet, or he just decided not to sleep and instead work out. For now, he has a pressing matter to get off his mind since that incident with Wise Snake.]

Since we're sharing and asking if everyone's fine, I figured I'll join in.

I'm fine. My car is not. My horse is fine too and she got some extra treats for her troubles.

Shawarma is the best after a battle food outside of pizza but pizza was three blocks away and I didn't want to walk that far.

Oh. And I guess my other was married.

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.]

gh0stly

[ It takes a while to orient herself. Aria automatically goes home, perhaps seeking...what? Comfort? Warmth? Her sister and her grandparents are there, but Mara and the Megidos can neither see nor hear her, and Aria has no comfort to offer her grieving family, though something in her thinks she ought to. Her room is still there, too, and the laptop sitting on her bed opens smoothly when she focuses. Just a touch of power into her fingers, and it's almost as though she has hands again. Not that she doesn't now. Her form is the same, just...insubstantial, though it looks solid to her. Invisible. Her fingers slide through things, if Aria doesn't focus, because she's not there. Not really.

...After that, it takes a little while to decide what to say. She contacts Soren and then Dallen first, after considering it, before inputting her number to pull up the Network.

What to say? Aria settles for short and sweet. ]

hell0
this is aria megid0
regardless 0f what y0u hear 0r may have already heard
im still here
m0re 0r less
perhaps a little less c0rp0really speaking

[ She could explain further, but it seems a little pointless somehow. Still, Aria will give her answer if pressed for it. For the time being she sits on her bed, reading back through the most recent Network entries as she waits for responses to her own.

OOC: Aria is now a ghost as a result of her death; you can find the OOC post about it HERE. Due to this she can only be physically seen by those who have echoed back the ability to see spirits, and her voice can only be heard by those who have echoed back the ability to hear spirits. She will therefore only be communicating through text for the forseeable future (thanks to being a psychic who can manipulate objects without the need for physical contact). Please feel free to opt out of the color and quirk HERE, and I will drop either or both for you; Aria will drop it if asked ICly as well. If a character has the ability to see and hear her, however, she may use voice or video. I'll be doing an action/log post sometime later this month for those characters to run into her. ]

shiromadoushi

[[The following text is mass sent to basically every number he has, phone or network.]]

If you're still here, check in.

[[OOC: If anyone has already texted him before he woke up, just stick a time stamp on it in your reply]]

pianistofraielin

[Hello everyone meet Russel. He is that energetic blond high schooler that you all know and love, and he is coming to you today from his bedroom, which is very green, and also plastered with anime posters, band posters, and Locke City Leprechauns paraphernalia (ie Locke City's tragically underappreciated NFL team).]

[He is also wearing a rather ridiculous hat (and a colour reference), and he looks super pleased about it. However, right now it looks more like this, with Japanese written on it in black marker.]

Hey, you guys, check it out! I got back my heroing hat and it is awesome! It's got my hero name on it and everything!

Can anyone tell me what it says, though? It looks like Japanese but I can't read any. I bet it says something super cool!

[it is Japanese.]

[and it says "Penis Mask".]

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. ]

pianistofraielin

[Tuesday, right after school. On a whim, Russel sat down at the studio piano in the student theatre and discovered that he can play a song now. And that playing that song gave him an unknown Echo.]

[this is really exciting you guys. so of course the first thing he does is take out his phone and make a network post]

You guys!! I can play a song now! And I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be able to do magic by playing music, and I'm also pretty sure I just got a spell back!

I'm at the piano in the student theatre, you should come check it out!

I bet it's something really awesome!

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