24 April 2012 at 08:38 pm
[the voice that comes through the communicator is light, childish, and bored. it's hard to adjust back to Marina's every day life of monotony after what had occurred a few days ago. But to Road's credit, she's trying to. After all, she doesn't really have any other choice.]
Has anyone got any stories to tell? [the quietest of sighs here] I don't care if they're the truth or lies, fairy tales or histories. I just want to hear one. [or perhaps two, if you're willing to indulge her]
20 April 2012 at 01:27 am
Yeah, you miss her too don't you Belle?
[The camera focuses briefly on a baleful look on the white cat's face before jerking slightly. Now it has a good view of a pair of chewed up shoes. She paws the shoe.]
She's not going to be home in a while. They've got her locked up. [A slight pause here as Wisely comes into view, one hand running through his hair, but still focused on the cat.]
Mm. It sucks, but what can you do? She tortured that General guy. [Belle meows, tail hitting the floor. Wisely chuckles.]
Well, yeah I agree. When you think about it, she and Tyki went really easy on those Exorcists. It's troublesome, but those merciful sides to them are kind of endearing. Don't you think?
[Specifically, Road and Tyki's merciful sides because after all this time Wisely still doesn't understand why they stayed their hand from killing them all. Belle stares some more at Wisely who finally looks up at the camera.] I don't think I can do that. I'm completely harmless, after all. [small pause]
Oh and Road, Belle misses you. Come back soon, okay?
19 April 2012 at 09:33 pm
[Here is Sougo.
Watch as Sougo is slurping and stuffing his face with ramen. What a mess he's making!
And then he decides talking is a good idea.]
This is some shit. Finally got people from my world, but they're assholes. Why couldn't it be anyone good?
[Sluuuuurps more noodles.]
And then some asshole destroyed the one hangout that was actually decent.
Well whatever. Guess I shouldn't expect much from this shitty place anyway.
voice/video ; one
03 April 2012 at 01:37 am
...Leo? [his voice shakes slightly, confused and groggy (and maybe a little scared -- no one's here to hear it, so what does it matter?). his head is pounding, and he can't remember how he got here, but all he can remember are Leo's words:
"I've come for you, Oz-kun."
what did that even mean? and did that have anything to do with now? unlikely, perhaps, considering the information he'd woken up to and the weight chained to his ankle and he takes a moment to play with the chain before giving up. he can barely move with it nevermind get it off.
the video feed that (accidentally) is initiated a few moments later shows oz crushing his hands to his head in an attempt to numb the pain he's feeling. he's alone, of course, collapsed to the floor with his back up against the weight for support and knees pulled in. his eyes are open, wide and pupils narrowed.
the abyss had been different. he'd been a different person, then, and in the abyss he barely had time to think with the chains present but this place he could sit and think and think for hours upon hours (and perhaps he had depending on when he exactly got here) and the more he did, the shorter his patience was becoming. he can't be here, he has to be with his friends, he has to protect them, he has to protect himself for them and being stuck in some underwater prison isn't protecting himself at all! finally, he speaks up, his voice loud.]
Alice! Gil! Where are you! [it drops, the slight desperation seeping through.] I need you both... [here. with him. where he knew they were safe and not hurt or anything considering the encounter they had had all been facing with leo, vincent, and echo.]
[another presence of silence, just oz's breathing before he speaks again, this time not nearly as desperate. it's like shutting a switch off the way the built up panic dissipates completely. he's quiet, voice low and slightly poisonous with spite.]
...This is stupid. My head hurts.
( video )
03 April 2012 at 03:09 am
I can't sleep...
[the video feed is nothing but the lifeless stare of a girl who has lost all hope to what pertains to sleeping. her arrival has made her inner clock all sorts of jacked up and it was messing with her beauty sleep and napping cycle. is she even blinking? (no, she isn't.)]
I am trying so hard to, like, go to sleep but all I end up doing is thinking too much, uhuh. I can't even move and I'm starting to miss being able to move around and choose where I want to take a nap on and be a bum and do nothing all day. I am tired of not doing things. [rolls on her side, because obviously she's resigned herself to lying flat on the floor, the communicator a few feet away from her.] And when I try to take a nap, like, I'm already rested from doing nothin' and I'm starting to really wonder what does the sun look like again?
[this goes on and on; silly rambling over nothing that makes no specific sense. her eyes are bloodshot, her voice monotone and that of a person in deep anguish. pathetically bends her knees and brings them closer to her chest, taking on a fetal position.
obviously she doesn't care about paying attention to her surroundings slash situation.]
Is this deportation, huh? I promise I've been a good girl. I don't wanna be sent baaaack, aru.
[Video | Open]
02 April 2012 at 08:18 pm
[Suddenly there is video! And now there isn't. Oh, but now it's back! Give him a break, he's a carpenter, not an A/V geek.]
Hey, so did anyone know that prison came with headgear? I was not aware of that. I kind of feel like I should be one of those really pretentious rock stars who can't be bothered with a microphone. Also, kind of awkward to have this thing over one eye when you only have one eye.
Right, so... I was with some people. And there was a giant hole where a town used to be. Buff? Wil? ...I'll even take Andrew. Are you on this thing?
(OOC: He has an eyepatch over one eye even though not every icon confirms this!)
27 March 2012 at 12:54 am
[There's a bedraggled loser hanging outside in one of the sectors today. He looks somewhat disoriented, as if someone brained him in the head with a two by four. It also doesn't help that there's a fat cat clawing its way up his leg.]
Ow, stop that you stupid cat - [He reaches down to try and yank it off by its tail. It responds by biting. oh god someone save him!]
[filtered to Noah]
Road, I found your cat. Where are you?
[ action / closed ]
24 March 2012 at 08:27 pm
[It's a party at the Noah's place and only Exorcists are invited. You probably don't want to be here anyway. There's blood everywhere, the cat is really unpleasant, and it's about to get violent.]
22 March 2012 at 05:22 pm
[Anyone working the DF dispatch right around noon will register an alarm. Someone's vitals are taking a nosedive. But before anyone can call it in, a video feed snaps on.]( Cut for blood and evidence of torture )((OOC: There will be one closed action thread for the Order crew and anyone they invite in to help rescue Cross - healers/others can offer their help over the network. Other people who want to show up at the church will find that Komui has blocked the entrances for their protection, but they can thread with Komui or each other. Please note that the church will be closed and off limits until further notice.
Network replies will need threadjacks since Cross is -- uh. Indisposed.))
20 March 2012 at 04:20 pm
[ it's your friendly neighborhood Bookman! and he has something to tell you all, now that he's more or less awake. ]
So, I guess I should assume everybody who was in the English class last time around has completely slacked off. Except munchkin. [ wry ] Man, you all are lucky Gramps isn't around.
Here's the plan, folks. Days ending in two and seven, from five p.m. to six, I'll be teaching a basic English class, starting on day 162. Yuuki, you've got no excuse now. [ he is so winking ] And for people who were bored in the basic class, I'm adding an advanced class on days ending in five and nine, from three t'four p.m. That's going to start on day 165.
If it's all right with Euphie, of course. [ looks ready to turn this off, then remembers: ]
Oh, an' bring pencils and paper. Curse words get taught in the advanced class. [ GRIN /click! ]
[Action | Closed]
09 March 2012 at 01:35 pm
[He's late, but who's surprised? Although it's actually on purpose this time, because everyone should be at that idiot robot's party by now. That, and Cross was actually resting. While not at full power because of the effects of last night and even though he doesn't have Judgment, he can manage two lousy Noah.]
[Before he knocks (well, kicks) on the door he's already gearing up, a bind at the ready and another tinge of power forming. Arcane, this one, and it'll take time to build up with him this fatigued, but he'll make the time. And he'll walk out of here with Judgment back where it belongs.]
I don't have all night. [Another good boot to the door and another drag on his cigarette. Nope, not putting it out.]
((OOC: Warnings for violence and... well, I'll add others as they come up, which they inevitably will. Proceed with caution! Also I should probably warn for utterly tasteless jokes in the subject lines because that is also inevitable.))
08 March 2012 at 04:35 pm
Can't say that I've been in this kind of set up before, but it can't be harder than the Tower. [He lifts his cuffed ankle.] I mean come on is this really it? What happened to boiling and electrifying your victims? I'm a criminal. Aren't you supposed to make me renounce my crimes under pain of death?
[He lets his foot drop with a sigh and folds his hands behind his head.] Aaah, what a pain. This is probably one of Illumi's weird methods of torture or something.
[Looks around for a moment, his expression becoming decidedly curious.] You guys have a school around here right? ...Are there any other kids here besides me?
08 March 2012 at 04:17 pm
[There's a blur of pristine white when the video is first turned on, before the view shifts around, revealing a girl in a very unique costume, white make-up powder on her face, and fake eyelashes to go with the whole ensemble. She looks like a performer, and that's just what Doll is.
She doesn't seem to realize how the communicator works yet though]
Blimey. 'ow d'you use this thin'? [It's turned around in her hands, video whirling around a moment before it focuses on her face again, bright blue eyes peering at it curiously. The only reason she's addressing it is because it seems to be able to talk somehow, so she puts it back on like it'd been when she'd first woken up]
'ello? Brother Joker? Sister Beast? Where's everyone?[A pause, because the bed she'd been on her way to after that night's performance is gone – her surroundings now of an unfamiliar street – and so is the boy who should have been sleeping there as well. There's no sign of him, but she calls out anyway]
Smile, you alrigh'..?
07 March 2012 at 09:59 pm
[A strikingly beautiful young man appears in view and speaks After a small yawn, he speaks in a soft tone- there's barely something in that tone, that could be something to take caution in.]
My head is killing me... prison? Hah... it must be a bad dream.. because, I definitely don't belong in here...! No flaw in your system..? Surely you're mistaken!
Hah, really! I haven't done a thing! Do you see any blood on these hands? [Dietrich looks down at his hands, a soft smile painted on his face] Certainly not... You must have me confused for my so-called family.
I'm tired. And this.. it's annoying. This place isn't very comfortable at all.
I am obviously not alone, that much is sure! My... I must be surrounded by such very dangerous people if this is the case! Who wants to tell me their tall-tales since we're all playing this together. I do love a good story.
06 March 2012 at 11:43 am
Alright, I'm stumped, and it's pretty hard to stump me. I get that I'm in prison and there's apparently no escape. If you crack the glass, all the water pours in and even if you manage to get out, the 168.327 times normal gravity will crush you flat. Clever. But this really doesn't look like a prison. I mean, what prison hands out gift baskets? Not exactly the most intimidating first gesture.
So my big question to my fellow "inmates" is: what exactly is going on here? How did they snatch me up and hold a trial that I don't even remember? I doubt they really care about justice, but why lie about me getting a trial?
[A sigh. This is really getting him nowhere.]
The point is that I'd appreciate information besides the info in the pamphlet. Thanks.
[ action | open ]
06 March 2012 at 12:07 am
[ There's a boy in Victorian-style clothing seated outside of the library. He's currently scowling down at the convenient Marina brochure received by new inmates, his brow furrowed as he reads through it a second time. Given that it isn't any more palatable this time than the first, he sets it aside momentarily, instead choosing to remove his communicator--which is fitted to wear over his left eye, thankfully, as it would be rather useless over his right--and fiddle with it, turning it to and fro in his hands and inspecting it from every angle. He knows what it's for. The brochure had done a good enough job describing that, at least. But how it actually works is another matter entirely.
Ciel has hardly moved since arriving in the prison; the restraint around his leg is rather uncomfortable and terribly cumbersome to walk with. He looks fairly miffed, but you should definitely come bother him anyway. He could probably use some help with that communicator, if nothing else.
Oh, and he's called a certain butler's name twice already, so he'd best be on his way. ]
03 March 2012 at 11:43 pm
[Lights, camera, and serious face. Granted, Link is usually sporting a serious face, but this time it has a more intense edge to it. Maybe even a little unexpected for the inspector.]
If you have information regarding the whereabouts of Allen Walker you will contact me immediately.
[Yes, Marina inhabitants, that was an order. Link has been looking and calling him directly for some time before resorting to this. Noah, you better have not had anything to do with this.]
video // afternoonish // open
02 March 2012 at 09:24 pm
[Are you ready for another episode of Question Time? Because that's totally what's going to happen. Aidan has spent the better part of the day fighting Math, and by the looks of it Math won - he's tapping a pen against a pad of paper, somewhat frustrated. Darn math.]
A couple of days ago someone told me that th' seasons here are a lot shorter... but th' days are still the same, right? So I was wonderin'... how do you guys keep track? I mean, of birthdays an' holidays an' stuff like that. I kinda guessed it'd be harder to keep track, what with th' seasons bein' all different an' time bein' measured in days instead of dates. Heck, back home you could kinda guess where in th' year you are even if ya didn't know th' dates, just by lookin' at th' weather.
[Farmer boy. The passing of the seasons are important, okay?]
So... how do ya do it? Do ya just... count, or not do anythin' at all?
open voice & action threads [the devil's compass]
27 February 2012 at 07:19 pm
Hey General. [Greetings, it's your absolute favorite Noah.
Sounding hella smug this early in the morning.] What do you say to a morning drink?
[Action/ Morning at the Devil's Compass]
[For some it might be too early in the morning for a drink, and think him and his openly public invitation crazy if you wish. But when you have an opportunity this golden to rub something in, especially on Cross Marian of all people, why not use it? Judgment is nowhere in sight, but Tyki Mikk is reclining against the bar in a fitted vest and clean white shirt. Not a special enough occasion to warrant a tie or jacket. Today, at least.
While he is waiting for his dear friend Cross to show, the tavern's not quite the most secluded place so threadjacks and general posting are open for anyone else who might wish to be at the Devil's Compass... this early in the morning! (Hey, the food's good. Try the hashbrowns.)]
25 February 2012 at 04:07 pm
[Hikaru is so flustered. He still feels disgusted! And embarrassed!]
You ever watch those movies where they have some gadget to erase memories?
[Scratches his head.]
I want to erase yesterday from my memory! It's not enough that we're in jail, huh?!