Entries tagged with rin asano (blade of the immortal)

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001 Claw ☾ Video

[Sesshoumaru is an intelligent being, and despite the lack of advanced technology in his time, he has been able to figure out how the strange tablet he had been given worked--merely by observing others using theirs.

With a reluctant respect for the humans who created this item, the Demon Lord activates the video feed, giving everyone a good look at his scowling visage. He's not one to make long speeches, but he's about to make one thing perfectly clear.]

I am not your ally. I will not fight for you, or with you.

[His eyes narrow dangerously.]

I do not care about this war. It was started by humans; it can be finished by humans. You created this problem, do not expect me to help you resolve it.

[He is silent for a moment, before making a dismissive-sounding "Hmph" and shutting off the feed.]

set message parameters: {all}

i've fixed the errors in the virtual training environment simulation program.

you're welcome.

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1 | Text | Subject: Wow!!

Amazing! So this is the future!! I imagined it a lot more white and shiny, but this works too (lol)
Ah, but is the weather this gloomy all the time? How depressing, how depressing. The rain is fun to play in, but I think I like sunshine better. I'm soaked to the bone! At this rate I'll come down with a cold.
... ah! I almost forgot to introduce myself! My bad, my bad! Call me Kano. I'm a newbie, like many of you.
Say, say, for all you veterans, a question! Would you know of any interesting places to sightsee? I'm quite bored.

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[Filtered from Roxy but lets face it she could probably crack this open by just looking in it's general direction, he's just...hoping she won't.]

Alright, pay attention, I need some a' you to make yourselwes useful for once. If it's any a' you who can't fight especially consider this payback for sawin' your asses god knows how many times.

I'm sure you all know by now this [WALENTINE'S DAY...] planet got a holiday comin' up centered around your single formed watered down horseshit excuse for romance, I mean we already got a buncha hopeless jackasses who couldn't date 'emselwes out of a paper bag practically throwin' themselwes onto the network askin' for help or more what the fuck they're meant to do.

But considerin' it's sorta more or less expected an' downright good form for two indiwiduals with actual concupiscent goings on to get together an' do somethin', I need suggestions. What the fuck does this shithole ewen hawe that could come close to passin' as some sorta legitimate good time.

She likes Wizards an' Alcohol. Her name's Rox' if you know her.

So.

Get to it.

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001; video

Kufufu...

[The video cuts on to show a boy in his mid teens giving a small laugh and a smile as he leans back in a chair, the light from behind him casting a shadow that almost makes his silhouette look somewhat like a pineapple if one were to pay enough attention.]

Transports... Such an interesting term for us. I see many of you have made yourselves at home here. It seems rather easy to do, what with the accommodations given to us so freely. I wonder, have any of you had doubts of the Initiatives motives? That perhaps there's something more unseemly below the surface you've yet to catch? I wonder... It really is rare to find such an organization that is so willing with their information, I've known some who have fed false reports simply for the sake of gaining trust.

[He personally gets the feeling that may not be the case here, but it's interesting to see if others have seeds of doubt already planted or if their will is so easily swayed by simple suggestions.]

For those of you who don't believe this, and even for those of you who do, tell me. Why do you fight? What do you possibly have to gain from lending your assistance? Because most people have their own motives, even if they believe they're doing something out of the goodness of their hearts. It's only human, after all.

[That brings to mind another question, something far more interesting.]

On that note, how many of you aren't even human at all? I find it hard to believe with how random their choices seem to be that humankind were the only ones they were able to pick up along the way.

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[ video | backdated to the 27th because I am slow ]

[Jesse looks nervous. He keeps glancing off-screen, like he's looking for permission or approval from someone who's keeping an eye on him. It's the camera he addresses, though:]

H-Hey. So, um...

If you don't know who I am, you can ignore this whole thing, 'cause it ain't really relevant to you.

Ranka? Sorry I disappeared all of a sudden after Christmas. I hope you weren't worrying or anything. I dunno if... I mean, I probably won't be home for a while. So just... don't worry. About that.

Everybody else - I mean, like, anybody who knows me and could do me a favor, like... Could you come and talk to Mia Fey? 'cause I need - what's it? - character witnesses. Like, people who've known me for a while who would maybe...

[The next words are mumbled as he looks down at his hands:]

...come and testify at a trial.

That's all.

(( There's a plotting post if you want to know what this is all about. ))

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[The video flicks on, though it never actually lands on Rin's... face. Instead the view flips around to focus on a brown loaf of bread with a piece clearly already sliced off the end. Rin's speaks a second later, her tone dry.]

For a place with several rebel armies recruiting, this place sure has been quiet from that end of things. Which is good. I think it's clear now that we have someone horrendous or several horrendousnesses amongst ourselves that maybe we should be worrying about first.

Not that I argue that anybody should trust the Initiative wholesale but... [A small sigh.] ... nothing... deserves your loyalty absolutely and without questions. Nothing.

[Lighter:] Anyway, I made some bread. It's pretty good if I say so myself! Does anybody want to share some bread? Don't be shy. As you can see, I already ate a piece.

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04 | Audio | locked from Equius, Sollux, Mystique, & sure why not Roxy too

In accordance to an agreement I made with a certain gentleman upon my arrival 4 months ago, I do believe I'm entitled to some, ah... undead affection. And while I don't mean that attractively pale dead man with the glowing eyes, let it be said that I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, as well!

But here I'm faced with a dilemma. I haven't heard from this charming corpse in quite some time — do you think I ought to look him up and remind him? Or shall I assume that he's a cadaver of his word and await his making good on our deal in his own time?

[ with a definite smirk in his voice here: ] Or perhaps this much will prove enough to spark a little reminder, hmm?

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03 | Audio

Beloved friends, dear acquaintances, and soon to be beloved friends and dear acquaintances! Last I spoke up hereabouts, I believe it was with mention of a party, no? Well, the lot of us are in luck! I've spoken with the Initiative, and not only is such a thing possible, but we've a date and a place.

Clear your calendars, my friends, as this coming Friday, anyone with any sense of the sociable ought to be joining us for a masquerade ball in 1772, France, the Palace of Versailles. Quite a lovely place, I'm given to understand!

Those of you who have volunteered to assist me in the preparations, I do believe that now is your time to shine. And to the rest of you, find something you won't be ashamed to be seen in—and a mask, of course!—and prepare for a terrifically lovely evening, won't you?

( [Private to Samus, Cairistiona, Eddie Riggs and Jaina] )

[[ooc; one last plotting post for this shindig is up here, for new characters that didn't get a chance to hash stuff out last time, and here is a log for setting up!]]

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Hat trick | video

[Hisoka was a tall man, dressed in a rather unusual costume. His hair was carefully styled, the performer's makeup on his face immaculately applied. And he was brandishing a small spread of cards in his left hand, whose faces were clearly visible on-camera.]

Since it seems we're not under immediate threat of attack, how about a game?

[As if on impulse, he crumpled the cards in his left hand, then opened his palm, revealing that he was now empty-handed.]

I'll read three things about your past, present, and future. I'm sure it will provide some unique insights. Perhaps you'll even be able to use them to your advantage. ♥

[Hisoka closed his right hand into a fist, then reopened it, revealing the crumpled cards -- but intact now, and fanned out as neatly as you please.]

In return, I'd like you to tell me three things you've learned since you arrived here. They don't have to be terribly important things, but I'd prefer if they were interesting.

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[ The camera turns on to darkness, then redness, then ... focuses on someone who can be best described as very Dracula-like. If Dracula was small and had pointy ears, that is. ]

Oh, is it on? Very well ... Ahem.

[ The tablet is set down on something and Valvatorez takes a step back so his dramatic cape flourish can be seen better. His previous rather calm expression promptly turns into an angry one. ]

Listen up, you foolish humans! I have saved your world once before and now you expect me to do so again and fight in one of your stupid, pointless wars? The absurdity! I suppose it's to be expected of humanity, but do you not know that the only true way to achieve victory is through your own strength? There's no point to it if you don't fight your own battles. Kidnapping others and making them fight for you ... Do you honestly believe I would abide such a thing? Think again!

I refuse to fight your battles for you. HOWEVER! For the sake of my Netherworld, I will do what must be done and it's clear to me you are in dire need of some re-educating and as such I, Prinny Instructor Valvatorez, cannot turn a blind eye. I shall teach you the very meaning of fear and make you reform the Hades way! That is my promise, as a proud and noble demon.

[ He pauses, taking a moment to nod to himself, apparently satisfied with what he's just said. ]

Before I end this, I shall leave everyone with some very important advice. If you truly wish to become better and stronger, then you must start by eating SARRRDIINEES! [ You're spared an explanation why because the dramatic raising of his arms that accompanies his words knocks the device over and turns it off. ]

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Video/Action; pretend this was posted at a normal hour

[The video feed flips on, focusing (after a few seconds of jostling around) on Galadriel, sitting on the steps of the Initiative Hold, her sheathed sword beside her. Having just finished training, she’s attired appropriately, wearing a simple dress and with her hair braided and wound about her head- displaying those pointed ears quite prominently for those who might have missed them before.]

I grow weary of the constant grey here. It is overlong since I have heard a running stream or seen the sunlight filtered through the forest canopy.

Tell me, those of you who have journeyed outside this city: does greenery yet remain in this world? It would do my heart well even to hear of it.

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walla walla bing bang

[This is a short video post from a ponytailed guy in a white lab coat. Someone must have convinced him not to wear the Black Feathery Coat of Revolutionary Doom while working in the clinic.]

The clinic staff is down by a few. Possibly lucky for them, if it means they've gone home, but not so lucky for us. With the conscript -- pardon me, the "transport" population growing in number, we'll need more healers and medics. Not only for the clinic itself. We're also the people who patch you up when all of us get rounded up and sent into battle for the Initiative.

We're a fairly friendly lot, and we're not picky about credentials, as there's hardly a universal standard to go by. I'm a mage and a healer; the fellow who runs the clinic with me, Ashraf Salib, is also a healer. We've also got doctors who use technology rather than magic. And we're happy to teach those who are interested in learning, whatever talents you may bring to the table.

What we don't have at all is a person who specializes in teeth. Did you know how profoundly the condition of your teeth and gums can affect your health? I'll freely confess I didn't. I do now.

Also, we haven't got any psychologists. [The word is a somewhat recent addition to Anders' vocabulary -- in the past month or two, he's learned a little about the subject, enough to know he has no idea what it involves.] That's something many of us could probably use, given the pleasant tasks the Initiative likes to set us from time to time.

I'll say this now, because you might be wondering: We don't report your condition to the Initiative. We don't report your visits, or your diagnosis. That's the difference between us and the Initiative hospital: we've got no interest in tracking or managing you.

We do what we like with what they've given us. But the supplies do come from the Initiative. So did the training in what devices weren't already familiar to our staff, things that originate in this world rather than the ones we're from. And yes, it is not outside the realm of possibility that they've put some surveillance in place. The same principle applies to this network, and to the apartments most of us live in, and to everything else in this city. It's best not to delude ourselves on that score.

But, then, if you're seeing this message, you're using the network, and you've already accepted that inevitability. [He's rambling a little now...] Anyhow. Yes. Reply to me, or send a note to Ashraf Salib, or drop by, or whatever you like.

[[ OOC NOTE: The sign-ups and directory for the clinic are in this post. ]]

➔ initiative announcement 011;

➔ INITIATIVE ANNOUNCEMENT

[ Throughout Exsilium, all of the communicators will beep several times before the video feed activates to show a stern woman. A purple Initiative banner hangs behind her. ]

Good evening, Transports. My name is Mera Vestus. I am a member of the Initiative Consulate. Jointly, we head the Initiative. I have elected to speak on behalf of the Consulate today, and hope to address some of your concerns.

I would like to begin by apologizing for our lack of communication with the Transport population. Organizing our endeavours is no simple task, and has occupied the entirety of our attentions. That is no excuse. We have brought you here, and it is our obligation to be as forthcoming as possible with you. From this moment on, we wish to seek out a greater degree of transparency with the Transport population as a whole. No Transport should be afraid to voice his or her concerns, nor should they feel that they are falling upon deaf ears.

I also wish to apologize once more for interrupting your lives by bringing you here. If there were any other option, we would not have resorted to such measures. As it stands, you are the last hope not only for our world, but for many.

As some of you have already been made aware, it is not merely the fate of this universe that is at stake in our ongoing struggle against the United Earth. Many of this world's natural resources have been depleted, with only stockpiles remaining for the United Earth to rely upon. These stockpiles are running low. They have been forced to resort to extreme measures. They have begun to utilize their own version of the transporter technology to drain resources from other worlds in hope of supporting their own regime. One by one, they are leaving other worlds as barren as this one. Each of your homes is a likely target. The United Earth is indiscriminate with their targets, and consumes without temperance or remorse.

We wish that it had not come to this. We wish that we could send those of you home who do not desire anything to do with our ongoing battle. But this is unfortunately beyond our control. We cannot control who the transporter selects, or when it chooses to send individuals back to their own worlds. We will do anything in our power to make your stay here as comfortable as possible in gratitude for your cooperation.

I will now be receiving questions. I will answer to the best of my ability, and look forward to engaging in civil conversation with all of you.

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okay Exsilium i actually got a question for you this time

see the Initiative kinda screwed me when it comes to weapons. as in, the one they gave me isn't really a weapon. i'd rather have gotten something to like punch or stab dudes with, so i guess i gotta do everything myself

thing is i'm only used to fighting with my fists and experience here's taught me that maybe i should get something more usable in combat. yeah i punch hard but it doesn't do shit against giant monsters or those masked assholes or guys in armor.

i've never used a weapon before so i don't even know where to start. also i don't know where to get one so i kinda need some help with that

anyway

a lot of you seem to know about this kind of shit so let me hear from you

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♋ 1; video

[Today, you are getting a grey alien kid on the communicator.]

Okay, so apparently we're supposed to introduce ourselves. I can't tell if this is required or not, but what the hell.

Hi. It's Karkat. Here is where my boast about my impressive indispensibility to your army goes, but...look, I don't need to talk up my own shit to you, your stupid human organization is the one that brought me here. Either my value will become obvious or it won't.

Anyway, yes, I'm a troll, I get the impression you've already been introduced to the concept. But please don't make assumptions about me based on the others you've met because let me tell you, this is basically the worst of the genetic slurry poured into a concentrated pool of stench right onto your lap. They are pretty much all top contenders for the biggest embarrassments to the empire in our entire history.

So if you have any questions, you can ask me, probably, unless I get tired of listening to it.

Second Blood

[Today you have something different: Rather than a face peering into the camera, you have a full body view of a young woman standing to the left of the shot, with her right hand on her hip. Said hand glows bright white, like the rest of her body. If you haven't seen her before, she's probably a pretty surprising sort of freak to see when you turn on the communicator.

The center and right part of the shot are occupied by the wall, to which she's attached an off-white poster, landscape orientation, with the following written on it in large letters of bright green marker.

* As Your Potential Leader A Complete Stranger In All Senses
* Proposal To Further Factionalize Already Fractured Population
* Plans Will Only Be Revealed When Or Rather If Any Group Is Gathered
* Initiative Is Our First Enemy Rather Than The United Earth
* Conflict With Other Armies Also A Welcome Possibility

It's attached to the wall with a piece of clear tape on each corners and one in the middle of each long side as well. Close examination will note that it appears there is a second identically-sized piece of paper hidden under it.]

Hello, Transports. I'm Kanaya Maryam. Apart from those who saw my arbitrary self-introduction, you probably don't recognize me as anything but an alien interloper of an age you judge as inappropriate. Even though you have absolutely no reason to trust me, I'm going to ask you to do exactly that, because Exsilium has a terrible leadership problem.

[She's pointing to the second bullet now.] Lots of Transports have been trying to create an army out of members of Exsilium's already perfectly fine existing army. This hasn't worked up until now, but I am somehow absolutely certain that when I do this it's going to be totally different.

[Third bullet:] My plans are so fantastic that they have to be kept confidential and will only be revealed to members of the army once it forms - whom, by the way, I will accept and reject at my discretion even though my goal is to unite Exsilium.

Oh, and did I mention - [fourth bullet] - that I want to overthrow the Initiative first, even though we're fighting the United Earth. Because that's my intention, to fight the people who brought us together and control whether we even stay or leave, let alone go back in time.

And by the way, all the other armies that have already been forming - they're getting in the way of my plan, so we're also going to fight you if you go against us.

[Both her hands return to her hips as she stares at with her head cocked and her lips stretched thin.] Tell me, Exsilium, do you think that sounds like a good plan for anyone to execute? Especially if she's an alien, an undead, a "teenager" [finger quotes], or the like? Or would you advise me to stick with the perfectly good hundreds-strong army that we already have, and take it up with the administrators of the Initiative if I really insisted upon doing something. Perhaps would you go so far as to say that I sound... stupid? If so, that's good, because I have some appalling news for you, which I've just delivered wrapped in your planet's particularly loathsome form of verbal irony.

[In a sudden, too-quick motion, she reaches up with both hands to rip off the poster and reveal the paper underneath it, filled up entirely with these four words:

This Is Stupid
Stop

She neatly folds the old poster three times and throws it away in a waste receptacle off screen, and then stands up straight to address the camera again.]

It does sound stupid, because it is, and so do you. Stop.

[The video ends.]

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001; voice -> video

[The entry begins with a quiet sigh, apparently unconscious but no less heartfelt because of it. First a relocation to some post-apocalyptic/cyberpunk/dystopian locale (it's difficult to fit Exsilium into a single box and he feels no inclination to), then told he's to fight a war he has no interest in joining (doesn't he have enough to worry about already?), and then the revelation that yes, yes he should in fact care about this revolution (life is never easy), and honestly, is it any wonder he's beginning to feel tired? Either way, this introduction has long since been forthcoming. He's wasted enough time absorbing the information; now is the time to act upon it.]

Exsilium. Latin, if I'm any judge. Easy enough to guess its meaning.

[A pause, and although it isn't visible, he's shaking his head. Now is not the time to muse.]

Where are my manners? Lelouch Lamperouge, student, although if we're to be working together in the capacity the information I've heard and read suggests, I ought to be more direct: I am a rebel, a leader, a commander—a strategist, if you're looking for a more—

...and also a silly boy.

[Said "silly boy" falters, obviously thrown, then after a second or so of silence—]

C.C, what are you—I told you not to—!

[ There are muffled sounds on the other end of the feed, the jostling of the tablet's camera, a flicking of a switch, and flashes of green hair and violet eyes before it comes to center on a pale, slender woman with an entrancing gaze. ]

What he means to say is that we're looking for assistance.

[ There’s an aggravated sigh from off-camera, practically a huff, and without a care for how it might interrupt the flow of the entry now, Lelouch mutters, ]

I was getting to that. If you could have just waited—

It's not important. Weren't you supposed to bring me a pizza an hour ago? Where is it?

Witch, I told you, I—

[ A loud yelp, and now C.C. is addressing her audience as a whole. ]

Call me C.C. I'm this one's [ a jerk of her head ] partner. You may contact either one of us if you've need of anything.

You're an embarrassment.

Likewise.

((ooc; Joint intro with Lelouch in purple and C.C. in green. Lelouch has also changed his visible name thing (I am the most technical) to "Lelouch Lamperouge" rather than "Lelouch vi Britannia" and will continue to do so until further notice. C.C. has no actual name, but will show up as "C.C." Expect both to be replying, but please do specify to whom your character is replying if you have a specific preference. Do note, however, that either or both may or may not be looking over the other’s shoulder during responses. Because. What is personal space. Yeah. And yes they are rooming together. Thank you!

ETA: Oh, and responses may come as a 1/2 and 2/2 because of the dual nature of this intro with 1/2 probably being Lelouch and 2/2 probably being C.C. Depends on who's faster.))

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When is revenge justified? If given the chance to get revenge on someone who's wronged you, would you take it? What would you do if you couldn't?

(all replies will be anonymous unless otherwise noted!)

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( [Action] Locked to his room/Kanaya )

[But later, a little while after that's all sorted out, he shows up on video. His hair isn't done so it's messy as hell and even obscuring his eyes because of the length, he has no cape, no rings, no scarf...literally the ampora version of "just dragged himself out of bed". Despite showing up on video however, he doesn't actually say anything. In fact it's like he doesn't even notice, because he's typing up text. With each keystroke, you can hear a little tap.]

( Cut for length and courier )