So, I want some people's opinions on the sentient-weapons thing. It's just something I've been thinking about, since I haven't had a chance to use mine much during the missions I've been on. I'm planning to switch to something more practical for my needs, but...

Are they actually as useful as they seem, in your opinion? I mean, where I'm from, intelligent items are kind of a pain in the ass, to say the least. Always demanding things, and if they're strong enough, they can make you do stuff if they don't like you.

I don't see as much of that here, but... It makes a girl cautious, you know?

(OOC: At some point, this post is going to inspire Pidonus to switch her sentient weapon from a whip over to her voice - making her bardic magics, bardic music, and suggestion spell more effective. If someone with a voice ability wants to suggest the idea to her, that'd be great!)

[ the feed turns on to a short red-haired boy, who seems invested in -- well, not the audience. with a tap on the side of the device, he nods to himself, looking satisfied, before tilting his head to look at someone off-screen. ]

I fixed it, Dark. It's recording now, do you want it? [ an arm pushes down against the boy’s hair, flattening it as Dark leans himself over Daisuke, looking down at the screen. another face looks over to the screen, but it’s definitely not human. ] Nah, didn’t want it to begin with. You can keep it.

That person said it was important, though. [ frowns, heaving a sigh. ] I guess I have to delete this one first-- [ ..and he stops, staring down at the tablet. after a moment of inspecting the tablet, he flushes red. ] Dark! It’s live!

Ah- [ Dark - stops for a second and winks at the screen, a slow grin spreading across his lips. ] Hello. ❤ Seems like we’ve been caught red-handed.

[ ...then, daisuke shoves at dark, trying to push him out of camera's view. ] Everyone can see this, you know! [ and, turning back, he takes a pause. ]

Yeah, I know. [ which is why Dark slouches over against the top of Daisuke’s head, nearly shoving him over. ]] Aren’t we supposed to introduce ourselves, Daisuke?

I can't do that if you're on me--! [ HUFFS, pushing himself up, and after a moment, he smiles sheepily, looking at the camera. ] Ah... I'm Niwa Daisuke, and this-- [ gestures to the person on him ] --is Dark. We've just arrived. Can anyone help us, please? We'd just like to have a few questions answered. [ as he gives a final nod, the feed turns off. ]

[The feed comes on showing Takegami sitting in the middle of lit candles, some of which were throwing off odd colors instead of the normal yellow glow. He is smoking a little cigar, and seems to be in a mellow state of mind, especially since he is dressed casually - ie, tank tops and loose jeans - and the only jewelry he's wearing are his rings.]

So many new voices appearing over the netbook; I do suppose it is that time of the month for this place. I wonder if the machine that brought us all here is trying to find a new hero for their cause or if it just enjoys to cause confusion in us all? That would suggest it has a sense of humor, but from what I hear, that would be a terrible thing, no?

[He doesn't care if it is or isn't. He takes a drag of his smoke and holds it up to eye level, examining his little cigar before exhaling slowly.]

There are so few of us from the first and second waves of Transports. The Initiative has gotten better with bringing people in, but they still need to understand us just as we need to understand them. They are confused and scared; we are confused and scared. You would think that in this confusion there would be a touch understanding, do you not?

[Another pause, this time Takegami leans forward to pick a piece of stone off of the table next to him, holding it out like a talisman. The image is worn by time, the cravings almost gone, but he seems to know what was there.]

Domine dirige nos... In all this time, London has always been itself. I think that being we are here, we should remember the history of this place and all our homes when it comes to rebellions, and use the lessons from them. We are a force just as much as any to be found here. We just need to stop complaining and realize this.

Oh, there you go! Video function is a go! hoot!

[ Just then a blond young man and his fluffy owl friend appears on screen. Watari is making a V-sign! ]

Yutaka Watari and 003 reporting! ♥

Let's see: We're your new Transports! We're looking forward to working with each and every one of you! ♥ My past time is Experimenting! And my favorite color is Red!

Also, I hope your labs aren't as bad as things look outside right now...

Oh, and, I don't really plan to stay here very long but let's make our time together fun! ♥

So... anyone working at a lab here? You've got those, don't you? What about research on the time travel they're trying to use?

Details, please!

[ Hey look! It's the resident giant robot. He smiles so warmly it almost seems fake. ]

Greetings! Since it seems we have some new people since I last spoke on the network, my name is Drift.

For those of you who do know me, there are a few matters I need to attend to.

The first being, I'm moving! There's an abandoned warehouse down the way so if anyone would like my new location, please don't hesitate to ask. On a related note it uh, It's a bit of a fixer-upper. I don't have much to offer in return, but if anyone would be willing to help me strip it down and patch a few things up, I'd be very grateful.

On the other note, I was considering starting some self-defense classes to be held at my new location. I've had a job for now as a transport and delivery service of sorts, but I think, if anyone was interested, I'd enjoy teaching that on the side.

So! If you'd like to learn basic hand-to-hand or swordplay, please let me know!

( Locked to Helmsman )

[There is a shot of a pale face with what appears to be black armor along the jawline. This young man's eyes run across the screen briefly before he notices the video feed is on and he lifts a seemingly armored, clawed hand to the camera, covering the lens with his palm. After a moment he turns off the video feed and the screen bursts into static. After another moment, a voice speaks. It is a low, rusty voice that has an unnatural snarl to it, as if the voice's owner is trying his best to sound menacing.]

Send me back.

Ah, hey. It's... me again. It's Lee.

I'm not real sure how I could my old profession to use yet here, but I figure I can put in some skills to offer. Where I'm from, rebuilding from what's been left behind by others isn't too unusual.

Guess what I'm saying is that you're looking for some basic reconstruction -- walls, floors, that sort of thing -- I could give a hand.

With that in mind, kind of leads to my question. Mostly targeted at any kids around here, but I guess I don't really mind responses from anyone. Are there things here that keep you entertained or occupied?

[He speaks with a mildly British accent, mixed with twinges of French in every other consonant. His first instinct would have been to use his native language - the latter - but it's become clear that he'll have more luck being understood going with his father's.]

I... wish I could think of something wrong I'd done. Something that would explain why I'm here and why I have to - fight. [He's having a hard time expressing himself. Peter doesn't... really know what he wants to say, other than that he would very much like to be placed back where he came from.] Then I'd feel there was some kind of justification I could understand.

Anyway, uhm - if there's someone I know out there, is... is there any way I can find them? Contact them? I'd really appreciate any help. I - I have a friend - his name is Frederick, he's a doctor, English, taller than me... [He gestures with a flat hand, above his head. Then he reaches into his pocket to bring a small photograph closer to the camera,] This is the only picture I have of him. I don't have pictures of anyone else.

[With a soft sigh, Peter's shoulders drop. He then mutters to himself, a presence of annoyance in his tone,] Je ne sais pas sur quel pied danser...