[ Gamewide Mingle ]
28 December 2011 at 10:42 pm
[Today is quieter around the shelter -- and there's less food. It's getting kind of cramped in here, isn't it? And boring. There are plenty of games and entertainments left over from the party, but everyone is gathered together and... finding things to do.]

[So what are you doing?]
[Action | Open]
26 December 2011 at 06:38 pm
[He had thought that once he moved out of the shelter, he wouldn't be forced to go back. Being shut in a smaller space with lots of people in the same area? He would pass. Just being cooped up in the prison itself was frustrating enough. And now Fuuma was stuck in here a second day. With being trapped in the same building, it did make it easy to notice someone missing... It seemed like just about everyone from Tokyo was being lost.]

[For the moment, he's stretched out on one of the sofas in the open areas, a small cat sleeping on his chest, while he reads a book. It looks like it came from the library, but they were locked in, weren't they? Either way, Fuuma doesn't look too enthralled with what he's reading.]

((OOC: Open to anyone who wants to bug him! The cat is Sasuke's, but Fuuma is babysitting for the moment. He can also teleport, so if you ask nicely, he might be willing to get people things.))
14 December 2011 at 11:11 pm
[Naoya sighs, looking a little uncomfortable with his knees pulled up to his chest. He looks into the camera and raises an eyebrow. He's been thinking about it again for a while… and he's curious what others think.]

They say blood is thicker than water, but is it too thick to kill? Brothers, sisters… even parents. When is it acceptable to kill those who are these kinds of relations?

[Should someone want to confront him about this directly, Naoya can be found in one of the lounges, sitting on the couch.]
[Action / Accidental Video // Public]
05 December 2011 at 10:52 pm
[The sound of a wet thump begins the video, turned on as its owner's head hits the ground hard. Kisame lays crumpled at the foot of the Guardian Sapling, clothing torn to shreds and clinging to him only by virtue of being soaked to the skin and covered with blood. His eyes are feverishly bright, wide and blazing with a triumphantly manic energy, sharp teeth bared in a feral, almost psychotic grin as bloody bile bubbles out between them with each breath.

For several long minutes, he simply lies where he's fallen, evidently content simply to wait. It's only when there's no fresh pain, no gore-darkened water seething with sharks, no shouting Konoha-nin that he's snapped out of his daze, that he even realizes that something is wrong. He slowly lifts a hand to touch his stomach and chest, probing for injury; his fingers skim over nothing but thick, jagged crescents of scar tissue, looking like nothing so much as though he'd been surrounded from every which way, torn apart, and eaten alive. The wounds should obviously have been more than fatal, nothing that could possibly have been survived to leave such marks, even with Samehada's help.

Even so, even as brutalized as he looks now, there isn't a single fresh scratch on him. Kisame lifts a shaking hand to scrub his eyes clear and take a good look around, obviously bewildered to the point of near-incomprehension.]

[ video / open action ]
20 August 2011 at 09:01 pm
[The video feed turns on, and maybe this face will seem familiar to some people here as he's walking, talking a good look at his surroundings]

Is this supposed to be some sort of world change?

[He takes note of the communicator as well as the welcome message he's greeted by] No-- maybe not, this device is different.

Tch. Leaving one place and ending up stuck in another, that's not what I had in mind.
[ Action ]
17 August 2011 at 02:46 am
[ The day so far has been noise, noise, noise. But those who enter Marina’s pizzeria will find the atmosphere strangely… quiet. Overtly quiet. Perhaps it’s peaceful to some – to others, it may be eerie or suffocating. Whether or not you resist or adhere to this silence, most sounds fall short quicker than they normally would. Outside, the clamor returns.

Others may be enjoying their meals at the various tables or coming to pick up orders. One of the aforementioned diners happens to be an older gentleman, something of a rarity in Marina. His dark hair is slicked back against his skull and his skin seems tighter still against his bones. In business attire, he looks much like a man who’s affording himself lunch after an important meeting. A metal-tipped cane leans against the table’s side.

Largely, he seems like no one particularly interesting, just one of the many shades Marina has pass through from time to time. He cuts his pizza apart methodically, his gaze technically on his plate, but far away. He never cuts anything bigger than a bite from his pizza, and takes time after every third bite to dab delicately at his thin lips with a napkin.

His communicator is sitting, abandoned, on the table. Don't worry, though. He'll be able to understand anyone who dares to approach him. ]

(( OOC: Tags will be slow-going since today is a busy day for me! For anyone who isn't familiar, this is Death, from Supernatural. ))
17 August 2011 at 12:53 am
[A green-eyed redhead in a bright yellow and red suit is not amused--oh no. He is frowning into the screen and all but pouting.]

So we're stuck in a place where people waste food and there's clearly not enough to go around. I mean, there's not even enough refrigerators in the kitchen!

[As proven by the fact he's already emptied out one of them in a need to straighten out whatever messed up energy drain his body is going through--and it didn't even help.]

There's the convenient store, the pizza parlor, ice cream parlor, ramen stand, and the kitchens at the shelter, right? Anywhere else a guy can find food around here?
Location: Shelter / Late Morning
[video] [open]
16 August 2011 at 07:42 pm
[Somewhat scruffy and nervous Xion peering into the screen.]

Um…excuse me? I’m looking for Officer Sakura Haruno from the…[what was it again…] fourth division! Getting arrested is kind of something she should know. And, um…

…Nnoitra Jiruuga from the sixth division could work, too, but Sakura really would be better…

[[ooc: AU Xion from an old RP~]]
[video I open]
16 August 2011 at 10:49 am
[Here, Marina, have a Nepeta curled up in a towel pile and wailing loudly.]

CAAAIIIIIIIIN! Efurrybody's goooone! [Fefurry and Terezi and Kanaya are, at the very least. :((]

[[ooc:I registered on the ooc post, and since I was never removed from the comm, I figured this was fine!]]
16 August 2011 at 02:04 am
[He's not a big guy by any stretch of the imagination, not tall enough to loom or broad-shouldered enough to look like he could bull through a brick wall, but there's something intimidating about him. Maybe it's the way he stands; he's unarmed, but moves like a man who can handle himelf in a fight. Maybe it's the stright line of his mouth; he's clearly unamused and ready to get answers by any means necessary. Then again, maybe it's the way his eyes glow; that's clearly not natural.]

You've got maybe five minutes before you get to see me really upset. You might want to explain what's going on before that happens.
[Video | Action]
15 August 2011 at 06:29 pm
Alright, bub... [It's a little hard to understand him with that cigar clenched between his teeth, and he's puffing furiously on it even as his claws slide free with a threatening snkt.]

You've got three seconds to tell me what the hell's going on here, and maybe you get to walk away with your guts intact. [Prison? Yeah, right. More like one of Magneto's schemes. He's coasting along on that dick's motorcycle one minute, and he's stuck here with this thing on his face the next.]

[Someone's gonna pay, big time.]
15 August 2011 at 07:09 pm
[There is a very small and young child staring back at whoever may be looking at the network. He may look familiar to some.]

This is all...very strange. [He doesn't look upset, but he does look nervous, but maybe trying to hide it as best he can.] What Nation is this? Unlawful kidnapping of clan members from other countries can be considered a sign of aggression.

[Another Hidden Village attempting to kidnap him is the only idea he can think of. They're technology is so advanced...he can't think of which it could be. Nothing in his studies told him about this.]

Who is in charge here?
16 August 2011 at 08:48 am
[There is a very disorientated Zoid in Sector 4 today. There is new software on his mainframe he doesn't remember having before and Raven's nowhere in sight. Shadow does not like this at all.

A low, unhappy grumble echoes from him. Where has master gone? He shifts and walks around a bit, scanning the place. Not recognisable. Hm...they'd been many places before. Perhaps this is one they have not. Either way, he needs to find master. Raven won't be pleased if he's missing for long. So he sets off at a steady trot, gears whirring softly. He'll fly later if he has to, but Raven can't be far...right?]
[Accidental Video/Action if you want it // Public]
07 August 2011 at 08:58 pm
[The video begins almost completely dark, only a few slivers of light shining through as the sound of splashing water is heard. There's a quiet grunt as the darkness lifts--shown to be blue fingers covering the camera--and Kisame's head and shoulders come into view as he hoists himself up onto the observation deck. The view spins dizzyingly from his communicator tumbling away, knocked aside as he clambers up the rest of the way; he's soaking wet and dressed in nothing but a pair of swim trunks, hair hanging in dripping, drooping spikes around his face, but he looks quite pleased with himself in spite of the bedraggled state.

The camera is sprayed with water as he gives himself a brisk, dog-like shake, but even through the distortion, he can be seen--sideways though the view now is--drying his face and hands on a towel left near the rest of his clothes, and the massive bandage-wrapped length of his sword. (And yes, it is a sword, even if it doesn't look like one. It looks more like a club than anything else, topped off with a long skull-pommeled hilt. At a good six feet long and a foot or two wide, the weapon is probably larger and heavier than most people.) He scoots further away to bend over a paper--some sort of map, from the looks of it--and start drawing, expression set in concentration, muttering to himself on occasion and grabbing for a ruler.]

That ought to do it.....
10 July 2011 at 10:43 pm
[Itachi leaps from the roof of one building to another, keeping a quiet pace, shifting in and out of the shadows easily as he moves. He is not moving quickly, as speed can make one's eyes less diligent, but he will not be easily noticed.

It's the late shift again, and to be honest, he prefers it. Walking through the sectors late at night, listening to whatever might break the silence. He's more than capable of giving enough attention to outside world and his own thoughts at the same time, and thus the quiet solitude of the night is beneficial to him.

Usually. Perhaps he would prefer the distraction tonight, when thoughts do little more than annoy him with their uselessness. Such as thoughts about Kisame and his strange presence--someone from his future who knows is past. Someone who knows far too much.

A distraction may be suitable for the occasion.]


Can one truly be incapable of intentionally killing a friend under any circumstances?
[ Action | Closed ]
10 July 2011 at 01:05 am
[ It was getting dark when Sherlock left the coffee shop, and by the time he'd pushed through Sector Five's clothing shop (atrocious task, and of course nothing has sleeves) the hour was growing late. He was about to give up and just head back to the Shelter when a hard wave of vertigo sent him snatching at the racks and going down. Oh.

For a moment, he had sat among a swathe of brightly colored shirts, ringed by a metal trolly that held them up. He did not panic; did not think much at all, in fact, beyond the way the room swam, until he suddenly could. The inevitable was happening. His body was failing him. There was a brief debate as to whether or not he could possibly make it to the shelter before his motor skills began to fail him, all the while clambering out of the mess while the world stood still. Thoughts after that were fogged and unimportant.

What's important is that, for better or for worse, he's laid up on the bench of one of the fitting rooms. He's tall, so his torso fits and the rest spills off. Somewhat on his side, eyes shut, dead to the world. Patches - practically pale enough to blend in with his skin - line the underside of the visible arm. His instincts had the good sense to shut the door behind him to afford him some privacy. He didn't lock it, though. ]
05 July 2011 at 07:15 pm
[ after throwing a tantrum over the fact that his powerz are not workign!!11!! sylar's now sulking all by himself on a park bench ]

I guess this is the part where I defend myself and scream obscenities at whoever will listen. [ oozing sarcasm ] Luckily enough for all of you, I don't feel like engaging in a pointless speech about how I'm innocent and how all of this is ridiculous. Blah. Blah. Blah.

[ flipping the pamphlet open and reading ] I'm here, aren't I? Might as well endure the long haul. [ he doesn't want to, no one can make him, if only his powers worked then he could wreck this entire dome apart -- ]

[ his eyes coast across the faq section, focusing suddenly. and then his mind blanks out and he completely forgets, if only for a moment, that he is in an underwater asylum with no chance to get at Peter and the other genetically gifted individuals ]

[ ...to restrain the powers of the convicted... ]

...Supernatural abilities? Do people even have those here?
05 July 2011 at 12:23 pm
Action; Early Morning )

Action; Mid-Morning )

[Voice; Late Morning]

[Fun with buttons! Not with any real intent but trying to figure out how the communicator works, Zoro turns it on in a fit of frustration. He's already screamed and yelled, and been lost for hours now. It's been to avail finding his crewmates... or even a way out. Just the walls of the dome. He's really not a happy camper right now. Lost, crewless, shipless, swordless... it's a bad combination for Zoro's mood. ]

...The hell does this thing work? Tch... couldn't just use a Den Den Mushi and be done with it?

[And as he realizes this thing is working, he mind goes into its one-track mode. If he's here, the rest of the crew must be too, right? Without even addressing who he's looking for. Good job, Zoro.]

Oi, oi! Where the hell did you all get lost to? Let's get movin'. I don't care what this stupid thing says, we've got things to do. Like get our crap and get the hell out of here.

[With that, the feed cuts.]

(ooc: Feel free to run into him at any of these points! Just specify the time and/or location in the subject!)
05 July 2011 at 11:12 am
Denizens of Marinaland, [meaningful cane pointing here,] I greet you as your new overlord. Follow me.

[He's on video, but he's going to start walking regardless. You better be following. :|]

My legend dates back to the twelfth century.

From the looks of you, you are all in serious need of conditioner and top hats, but I will excuse your poor manners for the time being. [He's had ample time to observe and judge, after all.] Now tell me, which one of you will be my wielder. Single file, one at a time. I will be inspecting your lapels for quality assurance. The nicer the lapels, the more capable the man.

[He flicks his own, for emphasis.]
001 [Video || Action]
05 July 2011 at 09:53 am
[Rogue has read all the brochures and she understands what's going on here. She comes from a world where there are factions of people who would imprison mutants just because they're mutants. She's got her cloak on but the hood is pushed back. As one might expect, she looks a little distressed, perhaps because she's imprisoned but perhaps not exactly. She is chained and working in Sector 1.]

I get some of the reasons I'm here but you don't understand. I didn't have a choice that time. It ain't like I ever wanted anyone hurt.