[Voice/Action | Sector 4: Beach | Open]
03 January 2012 at 04:56 pm
After some panic... )

[ The voice that comes out of the network is shaky and the most confused. ]

I can-- I can deal with the Whats and the Whys later, but what I want to know is how: How did this Acumen get me out of Grie?

[ Should anyone venture by the Beach, they might spot a lady in her 20's, long black hair and white wings whipped by the wind, faintly glowing halo floating on top of her head. She clutches her denim jacket to her person with one hand, welcome basket held in the other as she makes her way towards Sector 5. ]
video; 001. ♘ One Public Service Announcement
03 January 2012 at 09:19 am
[ This one seems calm to say the least. He takes a moment to adjust his glasses berfore surveying the surroundings with a slight frown. A quick check of his person assured him he was still in one piece despite his change of surroundings. But then there was something distinctly out of place.

Two things, actually.

The most obvious concern came from that sudden weight on his ankle. A ball and chain. Who had been foolish enough to try that? But much to his chagrin, he finds himself unable to break free. No matter. That would be dealt with in time.

The second concern is that infuriating pull. That damned itch and yank on his collar that he had begun to so utterly despise. That brat, his cursed brat of a master was still alive. But how? Why? Hadn't he just killed the child? He was supposed to be dead. He made sure of that. If he hadn't finished him off then surely the wolves would have.

Annoyance at this second bit causes a rather obvious frown to come to that normally cool facade and a slight click of the tongue. But what was this? Ah. ]

As I've gathered, this is... a prison?

[ He didn't think the feds would've caught up with him this fast. Were there even feds for demons? No time for ifs, whys and hows though. There are more important things on hand. ]

At any rate, I am Claude Faustus, head butler of the Trancy house. I understand my [ slight hesitation and acid on the word ] master, Alois Trancy may be among your number. If someone would be so kind as to direct me to him, your assistance would be appreciated.
03 January 2012 at 12:03 am
[familiar face, anyone? she's a grumpy mcgrumpypants today oh nooo.]

I just woke up with what feels like the worst hangover ever, different clothes on, and chewing gum in my hair. Again. Once was way more than enough, and I didn't even fucking do anything last night! Even I just relax sometimes y'know, geez.

So, I need icecream and someone with superpowers. Now! I'm not getting any younger here, y'know.
[[ voice ]]
02 January 2012 at 06:46 pm
H-.. { Okay, there's momentary static before things come clear into earshot. } Hello? Is anyone there?

{ There's some rustling in the background… } So, seriously – is this some kind of prank? I looked at the basket, everything that's inside of it, but – it doesn't make any sense. Is any of this really possible?

{ She pauses and there's more rustling. There's also the sound of a door opening and closing, and faint footsteps. }

Damon? { There's sincerity in her voice… Curiosity. She wants to find him, which is clear in her tone. } Look, is anyone out there? I know the brochure said one thing, but… It doesn't mesh. This place isn't right. I'm not even sure this is actually – did Klaus – Stefan?

{ She's grasping at straws. This is a pretty big change for her to undergo after everything that just happened to her, so she's a little… Not quite herself. } If anyone can hear me, please, respond. I need to talk to someone, to find out what's going on as soon as I can. Please.
[Action | Open]
23 December 2011 at 10:43 pm
[Long after the dinner banquet has dispersed, Saya stalks the corridors of the shelter, sword held tight. Her customary Japanese school uniform with its innocent charm is nowhere to be seen, replaced by a dark leather jacket and skirt, tall combat boots. A smudge of blood remains on her face, but it's not the only sign of something having gone wrong.]

[Every step tense and deliberate, her katana held as though she might need it at any moment, Saya is definitely on the prowl. Get close enough to see her eyes and you'll find not a trace of the sweet teenager who loves food and track; only the sharp, hard look of someone far removed from such indulgences.]

[However, get close enough and you also might find the edge of her katana a breath from your throat. She's taking no chances tonight -- not after what she let happen before.]
[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.]

[ Gamewide Mingle ]
30 November 2011 at 06:24 pm
[Sector 5 sees a lot of people over the course of a day. Many live there in houses or apartment complexes; many come there to shop for food or clothing; many come there to relax and have a meal; some even come for the entertainments offered by the bowling alley, the ice rink, or the Devil's Compass.]

[Everyone who might have passed through Sector 5 today is invited to thread out a chance encounter here, or a date, or a gathering of friends. Just tell everyone where your character is and what they're doing, and go!]
[Action | Open!]
15 November 2011 at 02:19 pm
[How many days had it been? No, more like weeks. Keeping an eye on Diva and her Chevalier and training were all that she thought about; it didn't occur to Saya that she had missed her blood transfusions until she nearly collapsed in the dojo.]

[Making her way to the hospital is slow going, Saya hunched over and using her sheathed katana rather like a crutch. She can't take the main roads because of the risk of Diva and Conrad attacking her while she's weakened. Stupid stupid stupid.]

[-- wait, what's that sound? A... snatch of a melody? Fear grips her tight, but she barely manages to lift her sword. Damn it, not now...]

[She's so focused on Diva's sudden appearance that it doesn't even occur to Saya that the DF dispatch is currently registering her life signs tanking -- with Diva right there beside her.]

((OOC, PLEASE READ: When your character arrives they will see Saya's identical twin, Diva, flitting away. DF participation is not strictly necessary in this post, but if members want to show up that would be awesome! Also, Saya DOES NOT bite people, unless your character is very very insistent. o/ ))
[Voice | Filtered from Diva/Conrad]
08 November 2011 at 01:42 pm
Saya. I'm here when you are. [No, he's not even going to bother to filter this from anyone besides Diva and her Chevaliers. Yeah, Itachi, this is how much he doesn't even care about you, and all of what happened between them yesterday. Bite him.]

((OOC: Everyone is free to respond, if your character feels like trolling/being nosy~))
[ Video | Action ] Open - Backdated to noon
05 November 2011 at 10:25 am
{ Oz appears on the screen, small, cat tufted ears plainly visible on his head and a shadow of a tail curling around his waist. He's a tabby, of course! And looking just a bit annoyed at that. ]


[ speaking sweetly ]

You know it's not nice to hide without telling me first. [ tail swish and then a grumble ] Trust Gil to figure a way to get out of the dome before I could see him.

[ sigh, and back to addressing the dome at large ]

It seems that not only did Break leave the dome, but Elliot and Gil are gone too. I should've put a leash on them.

[ and the real travesty here is, they didn't take him with them. Sheesh. Some boss/friend/servant they all were! ]

((ooc: Oz = Cat Boy! Also, I'm visiting a friend all weekend so responses will be slow, unfortunately. So sorry, but I really wanted to get it up. ))
[Video/Action | Open]
31 October 2011 at 09:11 pm
[Good morning, Marina. Someone isn't fond of sweets, but Minako may or may not have made him slightly curious about this 'Halloween' thing, and now he's seven-years-old and his last memory is that he was about to come home from the Ninja Academy. Not only he's confused, but he's extraordinarily on edge at being in this strange, new place.]

...Where am I? Kaasan? Tousan?

[A beat--]...Nii-san?
[Video | Filtered]
26 October 2011 at 09:44 pm
[After some research, it turns out that Diva's second Chevalier is indeed missing. Even the one was dangerous, but there may never be a better time to act. And as much as Saya wishes it weren't so, the last encounter showed her that she can't do this alone.]

[What she can do though is make sure that the person who helps her won't get themselves killed in the process. And she has a whole crew of potential people... plus a boy who she knows. Asking him privately seems a little personal, so she just adds him to her filter.]

[Filtered to Defense Force (minus Conrad) + Sasuke]

This is Saya Otonashi. I'm hoping someone who hears this will be able to help me.

[deep breath, Saya. It'll be okay, somehow.]

I need some help with Diva. [all the DF members should recognize her name from the watch list, at the very least, if not the incidents where she turned two inmates into her slaves.]

[And so she waits for replies. She'll have to screen carefully to make sure any volunteers will be able to handle this -- and formidable though the DF members' abilities are, most of them can't hope to hold their own against one of Saya's kin.]
25 October 2011 at 09:05 pm
Wait tomorrow's Halloween? Already?! Geez, I will never get used to how holidays fly by around here. If Halloween's coming up then that means - [LONG PAUSE]

...That means I'm nineteen now! [and instead of the happy face of a birthday girl, she looks mostly horrified.] I aged in prison! All this time's gone by and I didn't even notice...! How did I not notice my own birthday?!

[hands on her head] I can't believe I've been here for this long...
24 October 2011 at 10:11 pm
[It's early in the morning yet, the chill biting the tips of his ears, but his attention is elsewhere, eyes cast out among the water. It's the sleek, grey shapes propelling themselves joyfully to and fro. Quite frankly, he's a little enraptured.]

[Filtered from Itachi]

...What are they?

[He'll be standing on the beach by himself for several hours, eventually sitting down in the cold,damp sand. It isn't as though he has anything better to do. In fact, even if he were to go back home, e has nothing. It's a strange, hollow sensation.]
[ Action/Video | Open | Shelter Kitchen]
11 October 2011 at 01:17 pm
[ Before one even arrives into the kitchen, they will be met with the aromas of something grainy and nutty, then sweet and milky, enveloped with the distinct scent of strong, freshly-brewed coffee.

For those who know Sasha, making too much food is a habit she still has to shake off. But they also know that she is more than willing to share.

And whether you are a familiar face or a new one, you will be greeted with a warm smile and a bright -- ]

Good morning! Would you like some breakfast?

---------- Video -----------

[ And thinking that perhaps more can benefit from a warm meal to start the day, she switches on her video feed -- ]

Good morning, Marina! I have made some breakfast. Would you like to join me?

[ And there is a view of freshly baked bread and something that resembles pies -- for breakfast, yes. ]
[voice/open | action/closed]
14 September 2011 at 11:59 am
[He's been keeping to himself ever since the 4th wall incident, but today is an exception. The entire dome will be offered a simple question.] What would you do if you were told the one thing you wanted most in life was unobtainable? What would you do to accomplish that goal? Would you be willing to give up everything?


[He's searching for them now. Kitty, Kisame--and his brother, too. He hasn't seen or heard from the shark-like nin for quite some time now. Could he have vanished like the others? Regardless, the young Uchiha is going to get some answers, no matter what it takes. First things first. He'll check the usual places that he's seen Kitty hanging around. She'll be easier to confront. The fact that he's stalling like a coward makes his insides twist, but he shoves down those traitorous thoughts for now. He'll get to Itachi, all in due time.]
11 September 2011 at 03:38 pm
[It's late at night, which is exactly what Sentience wanted before making a post like this.]

The Engineers do not take anything seriously. That's simply the way they are; they have a tendency -- not a personal tendency, but a racial tendency, wired into their brain functioning -- to laugh at painful or difficult topics, to treat them lightly.

But even taking cultural differences into account, it is... cruel, isn't it? To take out their boredom on the people here. This is supposed to be a place where criminals can live out their sentences in peace. Everyone here is a person, not... a toy.

[Sentience still seems troubled about the fourth wall.]
[Voice | Action-Open] Second Verse, Same as the First?
06 September 2011 at 10:25 am
Action )


[There is a soft, exasperated sigh before the boy finally starts up his entry. Very obviously annoyed if you couldn't tell by the swearing.] So, apparently there are ninjas in this miserable shithole and I fuckin' pissed them off... This so isn't funny.

Anyone got a paperclip or something I can use to pick a lock?

[If you're listening closely you may hear a distinct rattle of chains. "Miserable shithole" because despite the fact they had damn near everything here in comparison, it still sucked to Helix. He honestly felt a little cheated here, he was a big, nasty criminal, why was he being treated so well? Wasn't he supposed to be on death row or something under stricter surveillance than a friggin' ball and chain?? Nevermind the fact he really shouldn't be bitter about this... Right. Lets pass the time with idle chatter shall we? Cause he doesn't feel like dragging his ball all over the dome he's too wounded for that crap.]

So. Who here has actually killed someone? [A pause for effect and a slight, mocking twist to his tone.] C'mon, don't be shy. We're all just criminals here.
[ video ]
21 August 2011 at 11:52 pm
[There's still a bit of static before the device turns on more clearly, revealing a dark haired woman who might seem a bit familiar if you know her two sons. Mikoto is looking just a bit frustrated at her arrival here. She picks up the device itself attempting to use it to see if it'll help with her questions or not]

Ah, there we go. This is working, right?

There has to be some sort of misunderstanding here. Now I am aware of what we're told here but if we're supposed to stay here, that hardly sounds reassuring even if this place hardly looks like what it's supposed to be.

It's a bit worrying actually, I have a family to get back to, after all.

Though since people can hear me from this-- would there be anyone else from Konoha here as well, by any chance? Or maybe...do the names Sasuke or Itachi sound familiar at all to anyone here?

[ooc; Belatedly decided to throw this up, action is welcome to if you want that]
[ 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.