sinkships: ({Eye} And you call us scummy)
[personal profile] sinkships
[For anyone who knows Redglare, the red and hard-tipped gloves in the video will be very familiar. Another hand comes into the video and pulls the glove of the first, revealing surprisingly long fingers and sharp claws. Said claws then scrape down a chalkboard hard enough to make an unpleasant shrieking noise and leave deep gouges. The video slam-cuts to Redglare standing in front of a chalkboard with her teeth gritted, hair wild, and more than a little angry. Spending a week in the black void of death and then being brought back to a semblance of life that can remember it does that to a person.]

And you all were doing so well, too. So you mean to tell me that some of you murdered others to keep your paltry, stupid, insignificant secrets?

Pathetic.

[Before, she could ignore the fact that she had died. It had barely registered on her mind since she had not lingered. Now her death is long and fresh in her mind, like a scab that's been torn off. What she died for and what she was involved and what she lost as a result of dying pains her. Alternian society didn't care much about whether or not a murder was just, but Redglare does, even if her definition of 'just' is more liberal than a human's.]

If you think you have gotten away, think again. I can find you. I will find you. And when I find you, you will pay for your crimes in a very. Fitting. Manner.

Anyone with evidence is encouraged to come forth, as are any of the dead, if they have returned.
sinkships: ({Rage} this is the first of the last)
[personal profile] sinkships
[Redglare is looking a bit more bedraggled today, and oddly dressed. In fact, she looks a little more pirate-y than she used to. Well, a lot more pirate-y. Okay completely pirate-y. BUT SHE IS NOT A PIRATE. She is a woman of the law, even if it is her own law.

There are breeches and a white shirt and a vest and an impressively long coat, though she is missing a hat. In place of her glasses, there is a ragged strip of cloth tied around her eyes, because even like this she is blind. She is up on the highest place she can get to in the Mansion, which is of course the roof, and she shouting enough to bring the sky down. At least, if the sky was brave enough to come down and face her, which is clearly isn't.]


You! All of you! You sit under the thrall of this queen, of this land like dogs! Do you not want to find out why you are here‽ Why are you simply content to simply lay in the lap of luxury? Do you think it is fair to endure hellhounds and worse‽ You claim to want freedom, but you are simply content here doing little and gaining little and doing nothing to take it for yourselves!

[The speech goes on for SOME TIME. It is long, angry and by the end of it her throat is sore and her voice sounds raspy. It's amazing how much confidence someone who is shouting on a roof to the populace can exude, no matter how shabby their clothes.]

The items you have gained and the experiences you have gained... Are they really worth the things you have lost? Your worlds? Your friends? Your memories?
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[personal profile] eatsyourscience
[At Emma's suggestion, Souji started guarding the eighth floor hallway around the entrance to the diner. Which was easy enough at first. He just kind of hung out outside the door or near the stairs and helped anyone who needed it.

By the third day of the event, he's managed to hold off at least one hell hound--casting fire spells in rapid succession for several minutes straight is kind of like an explosion--much to the detriment of the hallway.

After that encounter, he's pretty heavily drained. He's got a few more spells in him, but not many, and he's pretty sure he can hear something crashing around down the corridor, coming haphazardly in his direction.]


[ooc: Here's a catch all for Souji on days 2 and 3 of the event. Feel free to just chat with him, ask for his help, or help him not get killed by a hell hound (because really, there is not much chance of him killing one alone).]
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[personal profile] unsleeved
[As soon as the Red Queen had mentioned the impending onslaught of whateverthefuck they are from the woods, Daryl had wasted no time in hauling his ass out there.  Armed with whatever he could grab out of the closets to rig up some homemade explosives (and also a few of the sorts of traps he'd left all over the place during that event), he's making it a point to try and cut this off before shit hits the fan.  Since they've had a nice straightforward warning, and all...

And this time he's issuing a warning of his own via text:]


set some traps out in the woods to stop these things before they make it to the grounds. aint convinced its gonna do much good but its worth a shot. watch your step if you gotta come out here

[And then, because he'd noticed the curious glinting in some of the trees- mirrors, upon closer inspection and much to his considerable aggravation- he sends another message, a safer one to the resistance via notebook:]

THEM ASSHOLES LEFT US SOME CALLING CARDS ON THE TREES OUT HERE.  COUNTED MORE THAN HALF A DOZEN MIRRORS.  GOT NO IDEA WHERE THEY'D BE WATCHING FROM BUT WE BEST KEEP AWAY FROM THE SPOT UNTIL THEY'RE GONE

[[OOC: Resistance stuff is open to anyone who wants in!  Feel free to assume your character has received a notebook to respond with.]]
paper_knight: (flier)
[personal profile] paper_knight
Attn: Wonderland residents

-THIS IS THE TRAVELER

-Do NOT engage her!

-Do NOT approach the beach alone!!

-DO watch for RED LIGHT.

-DO carry a bright light--portable--at all times.

-I WILL provide further information ASAP. PLEASE BE SAFE.
screeee: (Default)
[personal profile] screeee
[The camera is on, but instead of a face, all it shows is bright red. That's it, for about a minute or so, and then suddenly it's pulled away.]

[Now it's a dark form - not easy to make out at first, until it starts moving. Whatever is holding this device is either unaware that it's on, or doesn't care - the camera swings back and forth, showing flashes of a leg or a hip wrapped in leather and metal, and the ground - which is sandy. This is at the beach, and it's night, going by how well the red light casts on the sand.

The sand becomes grass, soon enough, and while the footsteps slow down, whoever is holding the camera is still moving at a quick pace.]

[And then, it stops. The device is still moving, up and down as whoever had it breathes harshly. The voice isn't just filtered through metal - there's something almost like an echo to it too, that can't just be from being enclosed.

Suddenly the device swings up, over a dark, round shoulder, and before it can focus on the back of its owner, the screen goes blurry, and nothing's heard but the whoosh of air, and then - crack]

[It doesn't break, but it bounces, and when it comes to rest, it's tilted, just enough to see the culprit at a dramatic angle:

A slender figure, silhouette broken up by pieces of armour, her harpoon, her basket, and her round, metal helmet. The red light emanating from the center of the helmet is pointed at the sky, her fingers curled and her body poised to start running again.

All of this might be difficult to really appreciate though, through the inhuman screech splitting the air.]


SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAH

[This is too much for the device - the video gets fuzzy and shorts out for good. But that's okay, you probably could hear that just fine without it.]


[At a distance - there's the red light, and flashes of warmer, fiery bursts of light. But it goes dark quickly.

By the time anyone makes it to the beach to investigate, they will find large footprints in the sand heading in and out of the water, and patches of sand glassed over, like it was hit by fireballs. But stay on guard - Big Sister is always watching.]
eigensinnig: (what the hell is a jägerbomb)
[personal profile] eigensinnig
[ SCREAMING AND INCOHERENT (BUT SOMEWHAT DETAILED) DEATH THREATS AND THRASHING ABOUT AND EVERYTHING IS VIOLENCE AND NOTHING IS BEAUTIFUL but no, it really sounds like someone is trying to scream through a gag and they are doing an impressive job of it. ]
appealingavarice: ([melancholy] oh god what's happening)
[personal profile] appealingavarice
[It's not something Greed often thinks about- how often do you really look at the back of your hand?- but once the thought does cross his mind, it's impossible to ignore. What's that? He knows he used to know the name for it, it's on the tip of his tongue...

It's taken a few days to get him anxious enough to ask about it, and when he does, it's with a kind of horribly desperate nonchalance.]


Anyone happen to know what this is called?

[He holds the marking on the back of his hand up to the camera for a moment, long enough for anyone who knows it to recognize, and then stops recording and heads for the hedge maze. He never really goes there, so maybe the people most likely to bug him with are you okay-type questions won't find him there.

They can just call him, of course, and he hopes they will, but then he'll always have the option of hanging up. Still... he can't get away from the prince.]

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Jul. 10th, 2013 12:09 am
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[personal profile] hannibal
I do believe the French have coined a phrase for it. Folie à plusieurs, madness, shared by many. It seems entirely improbable considering the circumstances where several of you have found their way to this establishment. [ He's glancing behind him, towards a towering window in a hallway he's found. ] As unlikely as it seems that so many of us share a delusion in which we've been abducted from a familiar place and set here, perhaps it's best to accept such a fact. The alternative... [ Being that they are here, that this is actually something that's happening. ] Is more so.

I would like to ask a question of those who have found their way to this mansion. Did you recall what happened when you lost sight of your own existence? Was there an event that triggered the occurrence? Perhaps a particular food that you've never tried before. [ He's determined to understand this, to analyze their surroundings and what they mean. Certainly there's a symbolism, a common ground that's caused them to find themselves here. ]

And speaking of food, is there a kitchen available? According to this leaflet I've found in my assigned room, there's apparently not a possible way out. I figure I would make the most of my time in a productive manner.
strategisch: (YELLING IS WHAT I DO BEST)
[personal profile] strategisch
[The first thing Armin does is get to the roof of the mansion, because if there’s one place a soldier of the walls feels vulnerable, it’s on the ground. With the help of his 3 dimensional maneuver gear, it’s an easy task. Then he’s left to deal with the hard part of his current dilemma.]

[What the hell just happened?]


H-hello? Is this… Where…?

[He ventures the whole roof in search of comrades, because it’s the most obvious place of refuge in the area, but finds no-one. So he’s been separated somehow. From… where? It’s a little hard to remember, but they had just mounted their horses to set off for the giant forest to begin the operation to try and re-capture Eren.]

[There is a forest nearby, but definitely not the giant forest. In another direction, there are hills that seem to have a strange, checkerboard pattern to them. He could not account for the roof of whatever building he was currently standing on, which was so tall a 15 meter class Titan would have a hard time reaching over it. And then… Such a large expanse of water…]

[He’s seen many maps of the walls territory in his life—in fact he had to memorize them during his time as a cadet. Such an area certainly did not exist within them. So the only logical, yet absolutely absurd conclusion he could come to was that he was somehow outside of human territory.]

[Correct or not, he’s lucky there are no Titans around. But he has to get back in contact with his squad, or make it back to the wall, or… something… Or else he’ll most certainly end up dead.]

[He takes a deep breath.]


I-- I AM ARMIN ARLERT, OF THE SCOUTING LEGION, BELONGING TO THE 104TH TRAINEE’S SQUAD! I HAVE BEEN SEPARATED FROM MY COMRADES! IF THERE ARE ANY SOLDIERS OR CIVILIANS IN THE AREA, PLEASE RESPOND!

[His scream for help is so loud, a flock of birds flies out of a nearby tree with many an angry twitter. He then takes up some really annoying finger-whistling hoping his horse might still be around somewhere.]
sinkships: ({Glasses} And I'm lovin' your tie)
[personal profile] sinkships
[Redglare looks displeased, and for those who have ever seen her, her displeasure is actually something quite odd to see. At least, the fact that it's visible is. She frowns stares at the journal then sniffs at it around to get another feel for it before smiling like it all makes sense to her. Of course it doesn't at all, but she needs to make up for a failed initial impression.]

I'd consider my appearance here rather odd, were it not for the fact that where I was before was rather detrimental to my health.

[Not that she really needs to worry about that anymore, considering the whole "being dead" thing. She slowly cleans her glasses on her shirt, eyes staring unseeing at the screen, before putting them back on and pushing them up a bit.]

It's still rather unpleasant as far as sudden happenings go, but I would appreciate some sort of explanation. And perhaps to be introduced to the individual in charge. Perhaps even to a way back to where I was. Not exactly where I was, mind. Maybe a few feet forward and a bit to the left.

[And a few feet down and off the noose, with her sword through Mindfang's heart. Ah, yes. That would be nice indeed. Her smile widens ever so slightly.]
libraritology: (If it's not Baroque...)
[personal profile] libraritology
[Evelyn is in the library.

Now, this isn't abnormal. This is routine: very nearly every day finding something new, spending time looking up a subject not previously explored, clearing her head, getting a little alone time at the top of a ladder, reorganising the stacks because she has nothing better to do.

She is frustrated, though, because a mad extraterrestrial is strutting around in Philip's body somewhere in Wonderland and she doesn't know if she'll ever see him again and maybe she should just try to move on or should she wait until more time passes and see what happens then and perhaps if this damned book would fit into its spot between the copy of Theoretical Time Travel for Dummies and Theocles: Origins of a Gladiator, then she could get on with her da-
]

A-Ah!

[That's when the spring holding the ladder to the shelves snaps free and she teeters back, wobbling precariously a good fifteen feet in the air before gravity beckons its seductive finger and the ladder collapses against the nearest case with a booming thud, upsetting it.

...And every single one in the row after that, leaving her in a crumpled pile of dust, books, and broken shelving.
]

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Oct. 2nd, 2012 01:15 pm
last_liar: (I've been nothing but lies and deceitful)
[personal profile] last_liar
[This is audio, because if it were video, Yuu's bright red face would screw up all the color settings on the display.]

That...

That was awkward.

It's not anyone's fault, but...

Awkward.

[Okay, wow, inarticulate much? He gives up.]
sinkships: ({♥} 'Cause we ain't after your affection)
[personal profile] sinkships
[Redglare seems to have gotten off light, as far as the last event goes. In fact, she seems to have gotten off completely. (Not like that.) That is because she has been busy. She doesn't like to run into situations as impulsively as she used to, not since it got her killed back home, and so she has been scheming.

Not terrible schemes, mind you. No one is going to die. Yet. But she made a promise, and she keeps her promises. So the long and short of it is she longer remembers her first name.

This doesn't bother her in the slightest, as it is one of the few things she doesn't care about. She lost her given name long ago when she took up her title and office. Her name is gone, but she's found a companion for her student, and that companion is a wingless dragon about the size of a Jack Russel Terrier. It has little silver eyes, smooth gray scales, and she's holding it like a human would a baby.

If she was holding it like a troll would a baby, most of it would be missing.]


I told you I would find a way.

[Not that Souji doubted her, or that she told anyone else, but she likes to have a bit of pride in her Good Life Choices.]

Come get your pet. I will teach you to care for it.

Video;

Sep. 9th, 2012 02:57 pm
not_a_hero: (lookat this)
[personal profile] not_a_hero
[Sherlock is out for a walk. He had been talking to himself but a certain thought has crossed his mind that he cannot ignore. Have a skaky-cam video of him as he walks towards the hedge maze.]

Network communication has been at a near standstill. Five public communications in a week? None since Friday? The grounds are safe and have been since the event's close but I've encountered very few people or their traces. Either most residents have become hermits in response to stress stimuli or our numbers are dwindling.

If I ask nicely, may I have a current roll of those still on holiday in Wonderland?
sinkships: ({Break} As it tore through them)
[personal profile] sinkships
[Redglare looks confused and exceedingly irritated about the fact that the teal bug thing in front of her exists. It's easy for her to cope with the troll children in the mansion, because they simply looks like small versions of adults. Grubs, however, pose a new challenge that she never really prepared for.

It is small and weak and wriggling. It is pathetic in a completely negative way, and she picks it up by the face. In her grip, it wriggles and and makes small plaintive grub noises.]


This thing is pitiful, in the most negative sense of the word. How we come from these is almost astonishing.

[She seems to be fighting the desire to crush it skull, and comes to a compromise with her primal instincts by putting it down and pinching two of it's vestigial legs in-between her thumb and index fingers.]

It's so... weak. [The video cuts off, there is a snapping sound, a long cry and several curses in alternian before the feed ends completely.]
redhourglass: 2thousand3 (i need to believe in you)
[personal profile] redhourglass
[The woman staring at the video camera is surprisingly calm, for someone who has just woken up in a new, strange place and discovered herself far from home. It makes you wonder whether or not she’s had this happen to her before! In any case, it’s a few moments before she speaks, as if she’s doing something else off camera at the same time. Perhaps she’s just thinking, trying to get her mind together.]

My name .. is Natalie Rushman. I was brought here just over a day ago. I wasn’t sure if this was real, so I thought I would wait a while before saying anything, but it’s been a day and—

[She breaks off, as if pained, rubbing her eyes. The alias is a familiar one – any of the SHIELD operatives in the area would recognize it as the one she used with Stark, whereas enemies would probably not know it. Playing this part was safer, for the moment. It wasn’t hard to pretend to be distressed.]

There are some things .. I’m wondering about. Like when I get to go home. And why I’m here. Is there .. anyone out there who can help me?

[Natasha had never liked playing the ‘poor, confused woman’, but if that was what kept her alive, then so be it. She needed more information about this place – it was unwise to go out with all of her guns blazing. This way, she could gather information, keep everyone guessing and have none the wiser.]
sinkships: ({Chinhands} Rip off your sleeves)
[personal profile] sinkships
[Redglare is greatly disappointed in a very many things now that she's returned. Mostly with herself past actions and how stupid her overwhelming confidence seems now that she's dead because of it. Or perhaps it wasn't so much overconfidence as her underestimation of Mindfang. For all that Dualscar had told her subjuggulating employers, he had failed to mention her manipulation prowess. Redglare's own desire to show off to the low-blooded masses that ALL were susceptible to Justice, that they were not the only ones who had to pay, was what proved her undoing.

Of course, she isn't willing to tell anyone this. It's stupid to display all of your weaknesses to the public, so instead she greets the fed with a smile.]



Well well! It seems I've taken an unwarranted and unannounced leave of absence due to the mansion's interference. You have my sincerest apologies, and I'll be sure to file the correct paper work.

[She mock-sighs and presses the back of her hand to her forehead.]

Not that anyone would care, disregarding the law as you all do so very often. You know, [And at this she sits down and crosses her legs, propping her arm up on her knee and cradling her head in her palm.] It's almost disgusting how so many individuals across all universes try to enforce the law for the safety of others and, in the end, it all comes to nothing so very often. It's just such a fucking shame, worse when you think of how many simply don't care.

[There are people who have done worse jobs at coping.]
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[personal profile] bureaucracy_is_for_chumps
[Right, so this place was obviously not New Meridian. Peacock growls and kicks at a near-by pumpkin in irritation as she casually lights up a cigar and takes a few over exaggerated drags before flicking it onto some of the lettuce below.

Veggies suck anyway.] I'm seriously two seconds from blowin' this joint, and I don't mean exiting stage right.

[She'd tried that. Didn't work. Just ended up popping out of the forest right back where she started. She had to give this place props for the cartoon effect it had going there. Too bad her patience is growing thin. So she casually pulls a bomb from her skirt and rolls it in her hands.] Hmm...
thestormcomes: (je nes saurai jamais)
[personal profile] thestormcomes
[Athos is one of those men who drinks in more than just a recreational manner.

He drinks when he's unhappy, he drinks when he's feeling cheerful (but let's face it, how often is that?), he drinks when it's appropriate and, more often than not, when he doesn't need to. His tolerance is fairly strong, then, what with him being a large male in the "prime" of his life, having trained his body to deal with alcohol of all sorts, but the past two days have been a painful exception.

Good thing he knows how to drink to combat the searing headache.

You may encounter him in several places:

1) Slumped on a counter in the kitchen, flagon of fine Chambertin in one hand,

2) In his (rather trashed, sadly) rooms, sprawled across a bed, pillow over his head, or

3) Reclining leisurely on the veranda of the Mansion, because there's nothing like fresh air to complement some fine wine.

Surely, someone can disturb his solace. They say that misery loves company.
]

[Video]

May. 27th, 2012 01:53 am
fuckinstoplights: (Wait we put the gas where now?)
[personal profile] fuckinstoplights
[S'up Wonderland. How's about them giant robots? Sick of them yet?]

[Well, here's the same one from the beach, earlier. Now he's posed up on the roof, arms all folded and staring off into the distance. Dramatically.]


... I want to know more of this place.

I was told little to nothing upon my arrival. More assistance would... [He hesitates.] ... be appreciated.

[Kagerou and social niceties don't quite go together. Yes, he realizes he didn't hear much because he was facedown in the sand. But still. Not the point.]

All I know... is that this is called "Wonderland".

Someone explain further.

[Video]

May. 23rd, 2012 08:05 pm
patokichi: (Lookin noble and shit)
[personal profile] patokichi
[Who has two metal thumbs and looks really confused? This guy. Have yet another of those giant robots that keep showing up.

This one looks distinctly like a very traditional Japanese police officer, though. He veen has a little crest on his chest that looks like the lapels of a jacket. He speaks very cautiously and is extremely formal.
]

Excuse me... if anyone is here, would you mind telling me what is going on? I was resting one moment, and I just woke up here.

If this is some kind of criminal scheme, I'll let you know right now, you won't be getting away with it.

If it isn't... a little assistance and an explanation would be wonderful.

Also, if anyone has seen a child around? He's small, about nine years old, his name is Tomonaga Yuuta. He was with me before I woke here. If you've seen him, please tell me.

[He seems visibly anxious about that last part.]
forevercapslock: (THERE IS DEFINITELY A WORD FOR THAT)
[personal profile] forevercapslock
OKAY, YOU SEE WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? YOU SEE HOW I AM SUDDENLY NOT ON THE WORST FUCKING JOURNEY THAT PARADOX SPACE HAS EVER CONCEIVED GOING TO SOME UTOPIA THAT HAD BETTER FUCKING NOT BE FILLED WITH CLOWNS AND MIRTH, AND HOW I AM SUDDENLY IN A HIVE FILLED TO THE GOGDAMNED BRIM WITH HUMANS? CAN YOU SEE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS FUCKING PICTURE?

OKAY.

OKAY, I GUESS THIS ISN'T AS BAD AS IT SEEMS.

I MEAN, IT'S NOT WHERE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE, BUT IT'S CAN'T BE WORSE THAN THAT, RIGHT?

FUCK. WAIT. I RETRACT THAT STATEMENT. OF COURSE IT COULD BE WORSE THAN THAT. THERE IS NO NEED TO PROVE THAT TO ME, SURPRISE-HUMAN-HIVE, I'M ALREADY AWARE OF HOW MUCH FUCKING WORSE IT COULD BE. THE INSTANT I FINISHED TYPING THAT QUESTION, MY THINKPAN FILLED RIGHT THE FUCK UP WITH ALL THE WAYS THIS SITUATION COULD BE WORSE, SO I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP. WE'RE TALKING RESERVES OF IMAGINATION BILE COMPLETELY DRIED UP BY LURID, TECHNICOLOR IMAGES.

SO I'M JUST GOING TO WAIT AND, I GUESS, HOPE THAT THERE IS SOMEONE SANE HERE TO CLUE ME IN. BECAUSE THAT HAS ALWAYS HELPED ME MAKE LOADS OF PROGRESS IN THE PAST, AND IF KARKAT VANTAS IS ANYTHING, IT IS FUCKING CONSISTENT.

VIDEO;

May. 21st, 2012 10:34 pm
engrishdetective: (WHO DA FUCK KNOWS)
[personal profile] engrishdetective
[Who wants to see a 16 foot robot on a giant motorcycle looking a bit perturbed? You sure as heck do. Gunmax has his arms folded, his fingers tapping impatiently on his arm.]

Oh no! Just when I was getting into a good cruise speed, too.

But no. Let's be serious here. Where the heck is this? You're interrupting police business. [He waggles a finger.] And that's verrrrry illegal.

Don't make me bring you in, baby.
sniffsbutt: (Disarming / cheerful)
[personal profile] sniffsbutt
[Sirius is sitting in his room when the video feed turns on.]

I haven't the foggiest idea what this is all about. Imps? People with weapons that aren't wands? Powers that I've never heard of in my life?

It's all mind-bogglingly strange! And yet, it's fascinating all at the same time.

[He gets up and leaves his room, still talking to the device and whoever may be nearby or watching.]

I feel oddly fortunate today. I can't explain it, but whatever it is that's happening, I can tell that it is going to be absolutely exciting and wonderful!

[If anyone is interested in going off on adventures that have no plan or rhyme or reason whatsoever, then Sirius is just the person you need to see.]
hamburellakind: (Flyyyyying)
[personal profile] hamburellakind
[The feed turns on and John is hovering a few yards from the camera, holding a shale imp up by its elbow. It looks none too pleased.]

Hey guys! I'm gonna give y'all a tutorial on how to beat the ever-loving shit out of imps!

[John drops the imp and it falls in an unceremonious pile. John mumbles at it to get up and be a good sport since he knows he's gonna lose anyway. Eventually the imp goes and stands a few feet away.]

Okay, so! You should all have strife specibi now, which means you get a special weapon you're super awesome at. My favorite is hammers and I in no way accidentally fell into them at all.

[John drops to the ground and walks over to the imp. The hammer he's wielding is on the small side and he just sort of bops the imp on the head. The imp appears to be further insulted by this.]

You might also have some new powers! Especially if you have these nifty pajamas-- that means you're God tier and you're super cool like me and Dave and Jade and Aradia. Since I'm the Heir of Breath I get to do this!

[WHOOOOOOOSH! With a flick of his wrist, John sends the imp up off the screen. Judging by how long it takes it to hit the ground and burst into grist and boondollars, it hit a peak height of about 30 feet. John looks pretty pleased with himself.]

So, there you go! I hope that helped, hehehe. I like to have fun with it. You should too!
fuckinstoplights: (Is that a sword in my robogut or --)
[personal profile] fuckinstoplights
[Something is falling out of the sky.]

[It's visible, if only because the journal somehow fell first, impacting the ground hard enough to start up a recording. There's a brief image of a dark green shape plummeting downward toward the beach before it just. Slams right on into the sand.]

[And it doesn't move. Not for a good few moments.]

[The shockwave from impact threw the journal back a few feet, far enough to provide the image of whoever it was that had fallen -- and it shows a giant robot. A giant, green robot with bright red wings extending from each shoulder. It just sort of lies there, the occasional spark popping up off its "armor" plating.]

[Then, abruptly, its head turns slightly to the side, revealing a bright, glowing green 'eye', before the sand and abuse take their toll, shutting the recording off.]

video

May. 12th, 2012 11:10 pm
carpetmunched: ([03])
[personal profile] carpetmunched
[ The video shows a middle-aged man sitting out on the lawn, arms draped lazily over his knees, a far away look in his eyes that sharpens slightly as he realizes the feed is indeed working. ]

Life has a funny way of surprising you, doesn't it? Or I suppose I should say death, all things considered.

[ He sighs, a little wistfully, a little thoughtfully. He certainly doesn't seem particularly perturbed by anything. ]

I must say, given all the possibilities of the afterlife, the idea of winding up in Wonderland of all places is a little surprising. Perhaps Carroll was on to something and not merely on something.

[ He smiles a little, a private quirk of his lips. ]

But here I am, talking to myself like I have a captive audience. Which I suppose I do. You'll have to forgive me, I do have a tendency to speak quite a bit without saying very much.

My name is Nick. I don't suppose I could trouble someone to show me around? I haven't had much luck with large houses recently.
usskickass: (Kay that's kind of funny)
[personal profile] usskickass
[Beiste doesn't look herself. Her face is, at best, an approximation of herself. Her muscles ache with the effort of putting on a strong face again.

Somehow it was easier, back in Lima. Here there are too many people who'd be...disappointed in her.

She does her best to ignore the twinge of pain from her eye as she squints her eyes into the smile.]


Howdy. Just thought I'd let you guys know I'm back. I guess I wasn't gone so long I forgot this place. I spent over a year back home, though. Gotta say, it takes a girl a minute to get used to things again. That's, uh, that's why I didn't get around to saying 'hi'.

[Beiste shrugs.]

Well, that's all. I'll see you folks around, I suppose.

[Click.]

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May. 6th, 2012 04:24 pm
epiccombo: (Back off)
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So, like, anyone notice that Beiste's flown the coop?

[He coughs.]

What? No, I don't care. Not really.

I wonder if she's gone home for good. It kinda sucks, though, 'cause who's going to organize our football games now?

[Yeah, that's Puck's main concern. Uh-huh.]

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