13 February 2013 @ 09:58 am
At least for now it looks like things are calming down at the moment. After being five again and then the whole mess with everyone feeling like crap.... I don't suppose that happens often around here? I haven't really been here long enough to know for sure myself yet. I heard something about a festival? So I guess it's around the time we would have Valentines back home. [Not that Hisoka ever really celebrated it himself, but still. It could be interesting to learn about different holidays and celebrations others have back home. But regardless, he doesn't seem too thrilled with the upcoming festival, mostly because he's not too big on sweets and it would likely mean large crowds, which he can never stand for too long. And he knows Tsuzuki will probably drag him along to see, given his partners sweet tooth and curiosity.]

Either way, it looks like some new arrivals have been showing up. So, welcome I guess. I'm Hisoka. [Since, introductions were expected and all. He's never been the most social, that was more Tsuzuki's thing.]

I was mostly wondering if people could tell me if I could find a normal weapon? Just, something to help teach someone how to use one, a sword to be specific. Since my...weapon I came with won't really be much use for that sort of thing. It's not exactly a weapon in the traditional sense one might expect. But I want to have something to help, and to defend myself with. [Since, he knows the missions here can be dangerous, and this is a war after all. He might not have any choice but a sword would be a help, and he could use it while he figures out what to do about his empathy if there were normal weapons around.]

....If anyone could help, that would be great. Thanks.
 
 
[ Text; ]

[ This anonymous message will be posted for everyone in Exsilium's network to see. It is simple and easy enough to understand. His wish is simple enough actually. He just wanted to know what drove these people to fight.

What was so attractive about a war that wasn't theirs to begin with? ]



Are we expected to fight simply because we have the weapons to do so?


For those who are fighting, what are you fighting for? How certain are you that you are fighting for the right reasons?


[ Action; ]

[ A few hours after sending the message, he can be found taking apart his tablet. He was studying it and searching for anything that would resemble a bug. Kira is understandably very cautious by nature and takes his privacy very seriously.

Whoever enters the unit will notice messily arranged parts from the tablet and tools on the floor and Kira in the middle of all that chaos with a serious look on his face. ]
 
 
08 February 2013 @ 10:21 pm
[ This is delivered via network notification to roughly everyone in Exsilium at the same time. It's posted anonymously, but that's really more to maintain a semblance of vague professionalism, because he's not actually put that much effort into being anonymous about it. Feel free to reply to it - you'll probably get a reply. ]

Lonely? Feeling the pangs of depression, isolation, and/or general malaise for life? Or perhaps your hormones are simply feeling the pull of long nights, hard days, and the lack of anything that should be both adjectives combined.

Fill out a moderately quick dating profile for ConnExsilium today and you'll be one step closer to finding that special someone, whether it's fated for true love, or simply to tide you over until the one you really want arrives.

Matches based on math and personal judgement. No getting mad at me for whichever responses you get that you don't like, and no badgering for things faster than I can actually sift through them, unless you actually want everything about you potentially handled by the network.
 
 
06 February 2013 @ 12:24 am
[A smiling young man stands just outside of the training grounds, setting his tablet up on a crate so he can film himself. Fixing his mantle and his scarf, Coby proceeds to adjust himself accordingly as to look absolutely formal. In terms of addressing the public, he's been educated on how to conduct himself and it seems like his goal to look upstanding and reliable. Straightening his back and then saluting, Coby addressed the tablet with his air of duty.]

Good evening! My name is Coby. I'm a Captain of the Marines and much like the rest of you, I've been brought here to serve and help return the world to order. If at any point you need assistance in your efforts to strengthen yourself or you need a helping hand in battle, think nothing of asking for my aid.

[Down went his hand at his side--Coby bending slightly to bow before the camera. He word a smile, attempting to look as amicable as possible.]


Please rely on me! As a member of the Navy, the safety of the World's citizens is my priority!

[He reached over to turn off the tablet just before the feed cut off.]

 
 
05 February 2013 @ 10:09 pm
[The first thing visible when Lacus turns on the device is her Haro a round pink robot companion that rarely ever left her side. It flaps and bounces as Lacus tells him to shush and catches him, holding him in her lap. She has apparently managed to find her room at least, sitting on the bed after finding she is apparently sharing with a friend from home, Cagalli.]

Haro! Oh, there! Is it working? I think so. Hello everyone. I guess I am one of the new arrivals here, my name is Lacus Clyne. It looks like there were quite a few of us that were brought here from our homes, though I gather this is apparently all quite normal here. I can't help but wonder what might happen back home without us, but I guess it doesn't really seem like there is much choice but to do what we can. As far as I am aware there seems to be no way to get back, at least voluntarily. I am willing to do what I can to help, and unfortunately do have some experience in regards to war back home. Though I admit I am not entirely sure on how these...weapons work, exactly. If anyone could explain more to me that would be great, I know I was a singer back home but even so my voice as a weapon seems...a little strange still, I guess. I don't suppose anyone else has something similar as their weapon that might be able to help? I think I understand the general situation for the most part from when I first got here, but that was one thing that still confused me a little.

Lacus, feeling fine? [Haro piped up, rolling a little in her lap.]

Yes, I am, now please, quiet Pink, or we won't hear if people have replied or not.

I won't accept that!

Come now, Haro. Go to sleep.

[He does, the lights in his eyes going out and he stays still, quiet in her lap for now. Lacus sighs, biting her lip and looking out the window for a moment before turning her attention back to the tablet.]

[...]

Oh! It's still on?

[And she leans over to turn it off. Not that she is clueless with technology, but she had been distracted with Pink.]
 
 
02 February 2013 @ 11:48 pm
I know that in my world, on the fourteenth of this month, there's a holiday called Valentine's Day.
On this day, people express their affection for one another, right?

I was wondering if someone would be willing to explain this to me a bit more.
I don't understand.
It seems to me that expressing one's love, and having love expressed to you in return, is meaningful when it's done spontaneously.


[VIDEO // Encrypted to everyone who interacted with him during the timewarp mix-up]

Hello. I wanted to thank you for helping me the last couple of weeks. [smile.] And I wanted to apologize for my child self, if he said anything strange to you.
 
 
01 February 2013 @ 10:53 pm
[Looks like you're back to having young Mr. D'Amico back amongst your ranks. Aren't you glad? he looks very distraught, and it's clear when he's talking that he's having trouble forming his thoughts.]

What the fuck even happened? I-- How was it that I was here from the future but... I remember it! I fucking remember everything, I remember the things I said! How does that even work? How is that possible? I-- [He quickly rubs face with a hand, trying to regain composure.] I didn't wanna know how fucked I was gonna be ahead of time. Goddamn you Initiative fuckheads.

[The video snaps off quickly after this. Housemates will find him storming out of the house quickly. Guess where he's heading! Yep, to a bar. But he won't be having a good time or stirring up trouble like usual. He'll be sitting alone on a stool, several empty glasses on the bar in front of him, looking unusually gloomy. Care to approach?]
 
 
24 January 2013 @ 02:41 am
[Video, public.]

[Gordon looks like hell. Drawn and sleepless, A large bruise on his forehead across the browbone, several scrapes, cuts and bruises on his face and neck, glasses scratched... He stares into the camera awkwardly, with bustle in the Labs behind him.]

No doubt you've seen the large anomalous mass in the middle of the city. I believe we know exactly what it is now.

It's a creature by the name of Zagreus. It's a conscious collective of timelines that had been unnaturally stopped from manifesting the way they should. The resultant energy has gained a name and a mind... of a fashion, but not a form. Yet. It's not alive in the conventional sense, but it does have a goal: to eradicate every timeline it comes into contact with, including ours. It had been dormant in the Doctor's subconscious until now; god only knows how it got out, but now it's free, and gestating inside that temporal knot in the center of town. Feeding off all the chaos of the age-scrambling while the Timeknot dilation field ages and turns to ash anything that gets immersed in it.

We've got to get in there and destroy Zagreus before it reaches full maturity. Thanks to the Doctor's schematics we at the Labs have created a handful of personal temporal stability devices that will enable us to get into the Tineknot unharmed. What we need now, are people who are willing to use them. We should have enough devices for anyone who wants to go in, anyone who wants to fight, but let me know here so that I can be sure of it.

Tomorrow morning we'll meet there. I plan on going in as well. It wouldn't be the first time I did something like this... But I get the feeling that even in its larval stage, Zagreus is going to take all our firepower to take down.

[Video, private to Morrigan]

[He knows she heard him, that he intends to throw himself into that portal to god-knows-where. He hadn't mentioned anything of the sort to her. Therefore:]

I think I owe you an explanation.

((EDIT: Log post is HERE! CHARGE!))
 
 
23 January 2013 @ 10:41 am
[A teenager frowns into the device a bit too dramatically.]

So, if this Midgardian technology tells me true, Time seems to have gotten lost. Worry not, fair citizens, for I believe I have a solution for your present predicament: What's been lost can be found, yes?

Why don't those of you still blessed with knowledge of this place go find Time and bring it back? Unless you fancy a child army. In which case how naughty of you.

[He wags a scolding finger.]

I shall, of course, stay behind to look after the children and the geriatrics until your return, no need to thank me.
 
 
21 January 2013 @ 05:06 am
[ It's early afternoon when he makes his broadcast. For those who are familiar with Edgeworth's appearance, there's a couple of key visual differences: less baby face and a less gaudy suit (albeit the same amount of cravat). ]

This place remains just as exciting as ever, I see. It appears that I was amongst the fortunate few to retain memories of their previous time here. [ And even he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to believe it until he saw the meticulous notes in his organizer; a relic from some distant second past. ]

For those of you who I've yet to meet, or as it stands, have yet to meet me, my name is Miles Edgeworth and while I may be a prosecuting attorney, here in this city, my work is focused on establishing a functional judicial system in Exsilium. Five years might have passed...but I don't care for leaving jobs unfinished.

Anyway. If you've any questions in regards to the law, or your presence here in this city, leave them here and I will either answer them or direct you to the proper resources.

One last thing. Does anyone know where I might find some paint and a display frame? I've a need for them.

…Perhaps some curtains as well.
 
 
19 January 2013 @ 05:13 pm
[Getting here and being thrown right into the thick of things? It's kind of like hitting the ground running, and he's nothing if not good at acting on exactly what he's given. But, he thinks in some ways it's made processing everything that much harder.

Too much information, not enough context. It's not exactly a pleased expression he's wearing, but it's not hostile either
]

This is Captain James Kirk, of the USS Enterprise. If any of my crew, or any other active member of Starfleet happen to be here, do me a favour and report in.

[He pauses to weigh his next words carefully. Considering the communication methods were given to him, he doesn't trust them to be secure from the people behind this whole thing. Anything he wants to say- It's either got to be coded or done in person. So he changes track entirely]

The rest of you? I wouldn't mind hearing about what you do for fun around here, or just about anything else about this place you can tell me. [Because you never put everything on the travel brochure for tourists, and he wants to know everything the higher ups aren't telling him. Everything that's only figured out with first hand experience and time.

A beat
] You know what? Why don't my new roommates check in too.
 
 
19 January 2013 @ 02:06 pm
Not this place again....

[Well, there's another one for you, Exsilium. Johnny's looking over the computer, muttering to himself when he notices the video clicked on already.]


Oh, there we go. Hey, uh. What's up. Dunno what's going on exactly, but... If anyone here actually remembers my ugly mug, say somethin'?

[With those features, it's hard to miss who it is. But there's some differences. He's definitely older, his voice gruffer than before. There's a lot of scars on his face and neck, from what you can see on the video screen. And two long blue horns poke up from his forehead.]

--

[Later, if you're out shopping, Johnny has found himself some shelter next to a store to play guitar for the public. Back home, he lost this guitar years ago, and hadn't played since. No time. He was thrilled to see it here, so now he's got to get back into the groove of things. You'll probably find him starting and stopping a lot, trying to remember the notes and chords, humming to himself as he does, until he gets it right.]

 
 
09 January 2013 @ 05:05 am
 [ Here's a jerk in a faded t-shirt and sunglasses, tossing an old, ragged rugby ball from hand to hand.  It's the crack of dawn and he's been digging around the Hold's training areas, because seriously, who sleeps?  COME SAY HI.]

I've been thinking, this place only has to speeds: Slow and Something is Trying to Kill Us.  I mean, sure we had that masquerade ball thing a while back and managed not to blow up anything, but every other time, something's trying to kill us in these really dramatic ways.  We need some Scooby-Do hijinks mixed in to level this shit out.

[ He stops tossing the ball and holds it up to the camera.]

Anyway, object lesson for all of you swords and sorcery types out there.  This is a rugby ball.  It's a piece of equipment used in a game where two teams try to run it down the length of a field and score points.  

I think.  I'm actually not clear on how you play rugby aside from it's a pretty good excuse to kick the crap out of your friends in the name of sportsmanship.  The more ya know.

Speaking of knowing shit, not sure if someone's put out the note yet, but if you're looking for a blonde mechanic, Winry's gone.

[ This post has been brought to you by restless vigilante kids who don't know how to handle emotions.]
 
 
08 January 2013 @ 06:08 pm
preamble; action for housemates )

looking for a job

don't really care what, i just need something

i don't really have any job experience though so i don't really know what to do. guess i'm open to suggestions.

unless someone needs a guitarist for something, idk what tho, but that's about all i know how to do


 
 
02 January 2013 @ 09:43 pm
[A young boy appears on the screen, a serious expression and huge bug-eye goggles on his face. He gives a curt salute to the camera.]

Greetings, fellow transports! Allow me to introduce myself! Ace Psychonaut Agent Razputin Aquato here, reporting for duty!

[He lifts the goggles up on his aviator's cap, then grins.] But you guys can call me Raz!

[He inches closer to the screen, his hands balled up in fists with anticipation.] So, I have a question. Do we really get to time travel? 'Cause that sounds SO COOL. SO. COOL. Have you guys ever seen a dinosaur? How about met your great-great-great-great grandmother? Can we go back in time and hang out with famous people? Or is that against the time rules? Lemme guess, we're not allowed to go back and meet our past selves because that would wipe out time forward and backwards, wouldn't it?

[It's like everything this kid knows about time travel he learned from comic books. Oh wait.]
 
 
28 December 2012 @ 08:30 pm
D --> While I think the need for courtly order in a community of felonious rebel h001igans is completely 100di% and contradictory
D --> The penalty for e%terminating life should be death
D --> Though trolls are just more efficient
 
 
26 December 2012 @ 07:04 pm
[Someone managed to get ahold of a digital copy of A Christmas Story and is feeling a little nostalgic]

It's that time of year where people break out the spirits, eat too much food, and start contemplating the true meaning of Christmas. Which, as any kid can tell you, is to get as many presents as you possibly can.

So, I've got a question for all of you who celebrate Christmas, or Hanukkah, or any other type of holiday where gifts are exchanged:

What's the best present you ever got?

For me, it was a Flexible Flyer when I was eight years old. I'd been begging for one all year--hell, I must have sent about a dozen letters to Santa, and when I found that beauty under the Christmas tree, with a big red bow on it... man, that was the best Christmas ever. Totally made up for all those other Christmases where I got nothing better than socks and itchy sweaters.

So what about you guys?
 
 
20 December 2012 @ 04:04 pm
[The screen comes on, showing Meliantha, with two small barrels - about knee-high, each - with markings on them (probably writing, but not Earth languages) on the table next to her.]

It has been brought to my attention that, for the good of us all, I must sacrifice some things I brought with me.

This [She puts her hand on one of them] is a small-keg of Tanagyr's Stout, a dark stout, well-regarded and smuggled heavily from place to place. And this [She touches the other] is a small-keg of Saerloonian Special Red, which is as the name implies a red wine, considered excellent where I am from.

I currently have about nine gallons of the beer, and eleven gallons of the wine, available. In order to keep the peace and help those in need, I will be willing to share these with us who have been brought here. Bring your own cups or glasses.

Since many people do not think well of those that just give things away, therefore I request in return the best joke you know - I am sharing something to improve people's moods, so we can have that in return.
 
 
20 December 2012 @ 11:49 am
GUYS!

GUYS GUYS GUYS!

[Hello Exsilium, have a very excited, and possibly familiar to some, Panda! He's been away for a while, but now, it seems, he's back with his usual fanboyish glee.

At least this time we're not seeing the inside of his nose?]


Oh. Right. Sorry, sorry. Volume control. Gotta remember that. But...so cool.

Okay. Okay. I disappeared from here for a while, right? That's what happened? That's what happened. Okay.

We can time travel.

[His expression says "IS THAT NOT THE COOLEST THING EVER?"]

Not the missions, I know about the missions. But we time travel when we go back home! Get this. We come back...exactly...the time we left.

So I didn't even get in trouble with Master Shifu for missing lessons or anything!

[His excitement dulls just a little however, and he looks thoughtful.]

But...okay. It does get kind of weird. I couldn't remember you guys. That was...that was kind of a bummer, actually. But...but now I'm back and it's all back! Here!

[He points to his head.]

Isn't that just the coolest?

((OOC: Folks in (or around) Room 105 can action-tag as well, if they like! Hi new roomies! :D))
 
 
03 December 2012 @ 01:09 pm
[ it opens with the sound of walking, the creak of a door opening followed by hard soled shoes on an old wooden floor. there's a creak of a lid opening, and then the scrape of a chair across the floor. There's a pause without sound and then there is a song. After it's done, Takegami plays a couple simple scales and then sighs. ]

That was an interesting interlude. Do try better next time, mm? I think I lasted a good two minutes laying in that alley. Mind, I am still pissed about my jacket. Do you know hard it is to find a good leather coat in this place? Blood does not come out of leather, never mind the holes. People and their guns. How messy.

[ yeah, he does not care about dying. in fact, he finds it a little funny. ]

What did I miss while I was spending time among the dearly departed?
 
 
02 December 2012 @ 11:32 pm
Ah, so I see that it's that time again where our gracious hosts decide that they're not satisfied with their ranks and aspire to add to them. One might consider such behaviour to be excessively greedy, though I suppose it is the season... or at least it is the season in some other cultures. I vastly prefer the New Year to Christmas.

[Which has nothing to do with the fact that there are back to back birthdays on New Year's Eve and Day to look forward to, but that's neither here nor there.]

To take our minds off our rather unpleasant and uncertain futures, I propose a little survey amongst us. Tell me, fellow reluctant recruits, what is it that you want most for Christmas? Or, if Christmas is not your cup of tea, what will you be celebrating to help make the winter months that little bit less bleaker?

 
 
01 December 2012 @ 02:36 pm
[timed after this. Because this is just.... not alright and -- ]

I can't be the only person who comes from a place, where for the most part... elves, fae, bogarts, and all such manner of creatures are something that you hit over the head with a poker before you befriend? Honestly. 

[No, she's not afraid to admit, doesn't care who reads it. They're empathy lacking monsters as far as that goes for home.]

Not that that applies to all worlds, obviously, I'm not an idiot -- and was raised with better manners mind you. But I doubt that I'm alone in this. 

[Says the governess related to Death of all things -- but that's different. Death is supposed to be a killer, and she's also fairly sure he's capable of more empathy than most people would ever imagine. He spared her father for her after all.

But she's worried, all the same. Just because their worlds are round it doesn't mean it can be that different. It was an oddly isolating feeling when the things you knew to be true were turned upside down. Again.]

 
 
28 November 2012 @ 10:30 pm
[KAYCEE CHILLING IN BED WITH HER HAIR PULLED BACK IN A MESSY PONYTAIL WEARING A SPORTS BRA AND SUCKING ON A LOLLIPOP she is so classy. she pulls the lollipop out with a loud POPPING sound, and twirls it around with her free hand as she talks.]

So, looks like it's that time of the month.

[PAUSE FOR EFFECT]

By which I mean, it's my time of the month, aka I'm not pregnant, so boys you're free to calm down and stop your worrying.

[WINK AT THE CAMERA.]

It's been awhile since I've got my period, actually. Comes with travel and stress et cetera et cetera. I kind of missed it. Gives me an excuse to be a slob for a few days.

[AND BACK IN THE MOUTH HER LOLLIPOP GOES.]

Long time no see network.
 
 
28 November 2012 @ 03:46 pm
So here's the thing, right. I mean, yeah, the Initiative kinda kidnapped us. But they say they didn't do it on purpose. And I believe them, 'cause nobody in their right mind would wanna recruit me into their army on purpose. Some junkie loser. Ask anybody who saw me my first few weeks here, okay, all shitting in my pants scared and useless with the shakes. I couldn't hold a gun steady if my life depended on it.

So they didn't exactly bring us here on purpose. But what do they do when we end up here?

[He raises his hand to the camera, counting off on his fingers:]

They patch us up, bring us back to life. Hey, that's a big deal for some of us, ain't it?

They give us some swanky ass apartments. Yeah, we got roommates, but do you see what the rest of everybody's living in? We got some damn nice cribs in comparison, yo.

They give us money. Just like that. Like, "here you go, go buy a sandwich."

They give us weapons. You ain't never been a prisoner if you think that's something they'd do if they meant to keep us prisoner. Okay, nobody arms a prisoner. They'd be taking away our weapons if they were trying to hurt us all on purpose. And look at this shit -

[He holds up his own gun for the camera, popping the magazine out so the poison darts inside are visible.]

- All high tech. They ain't just giving us sticks to go out and defend ourselves with. This is some quality craftsmanship.

[He sets the gun aside.]

And you hear how I said "defend ourselves"? Yeah. Those U.E. sons of bitches are coming after us. They bombed the shit outta this place we're living in like my first week here. I mean, look around. You can see what they done to this place. To the people in this world. And they got the technology to do that to our worlds, too, unless we do like the Initiative says and go on missions and fix this shit.

And you know what else? You got a problem with the Initiative, you can just talk to 'em. Yeah. They ain't gonna hurt you. I was having some problems when I got here, so I went and talked to them, and guess what? They gave me everything I asked for! That's all it took. So yeah, maybe they can't send you home right now. But they'll help you out best they can.

Look, we're pretty much their only hope here. They wanna do right by us. So just... stop talking about dumbass rebellions and start - I don't know - communicating.
 
 
26 November 2012 @ 11:54 am
[ When the feed opens today, there is no video or audio feed. However, there will be text appearing on the screen from what seems to be from one curious teenage girl. ]

I have several questions. If they don't apply to you or you don't know the answer, just don't answer at all. That's all.

1. Have you ever died before arriving in Exsilium? If not, have you died in Exsilium?

2. How does death work here? Is it permanent or not?

On another unrelated note, I am planning on assembling a rebellion against the Initiative to get some real answers. If anyone is interested, tell me immediately. I need to know how many people we'll have to get something started, after all.
 
 
25 November 2012 @ 09:25 pm
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


 
 
Before I arrived in this place, Danko told me that I had died for my freedom. Ironic. Now I'm here. Freedom again. Accepting servitude in one way for freedom in others. Follow the rules, behave. Do as they say.

Then you can do what you want. A gold star.

They're afraid of us. They don't understand. We have these abilities..

[A pause]

I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't want to be the only one with these kinds of powers. Someone else out there must have something they can do. I can't be the only one with my curse.
 
 
bored out of my fucking mind so let's play 'how will the united assholes try to kill us next'

on the possible schedule we have:
pesticides
famine
atomic bombs
creative use of swarming locusts
or maybe flesh-eating insects
a zombie epidemic
all of the above for guaranteed effectiveness

place your bets, stock up on weapons or magic fairy dust or whateverthefuck you used to fight the monsters last month
 
 
22 November 2012 @ 12:58 am
Greetings, Exsilium. I am Miles Edgeworth and I have an announcement to make. In preparation for Thanksgiving, a silly American holiday where people gorge on turkey and celebrate historical inaccuracies by painting bald eagles with gravy, I have attempted to cook a simple but delicious mashed potatoes dish.

I have failed. It has been less than two hours since I stepped into the kitchen and I have already managed to soil my cravat, stain my vest and slightly singe my sleeves. It will take a lot of effort to rid the delicate embroideries on my vest with the potato bits that have gotten between the threads. It would take more effort to get rid of the stench of curdled milk, failure and shame that now permeates every corner of this kitchen.

I must now admit that I am not only a failure in the kitchen but also a failure as a man. I am a foolish fool who can not foolishly comprehend recipes so simple even a fool of the utmost foolishness can foolishly cook. I submit myself to your mockery, Exsilium. I deserve to be punished for my incompetence.

That is all.


[ Note: Franziska von Karma was here. Miles Edgeworth smells.

Franziska has hi-jacked her brother's communicator. She wrote this entire post. Expect tags from Franziska pretending to be Edgeworth, Edgeworth, and Franziska... probably. ]
 
 
19 November 2012 @ 05:41 pm
[it's a minute or so of a melody hummed, something thoughtful, simple. it persists even when she finds what she wants – that there video function, the telltale thing she knows for sure is her window to everyone else floating around with these things.

far too quiet for her, and quiet only a moment longer before she speaks up:]


I want to understand what it is your name means. Tell me?
 
 
14 November 2012 @ 10:19 pm
it's amazing how boring this place is in between time travelling, bombing assaults and giant monster attacks

does anyone wanna like go get a drink or something? i could use a drink

or if like

someone needs

something

idk

what's up Exsilium talk to me
 
 
14 November 2012 @ 07:52 pm
The year 3312 is a bit far off from where I'm from. Just a bit over a thousand years. Considering I'm from Earth, the idea things would change from how I remember to now is a little...strange to think about.

Of course I know for a fact this Earth is different from my own, as I'm sure some of you also are aware, but indulge me a little despite that. Lets pretend for a second you can't be sure. Were we to return to the year you came from and as it turned out this world was in fact yours, knowing things would inevitably become this bad, how would you feel about it?
 
 
12 November 2012 @ 11:03 pm

[The camera opens to Eddie standing in his room, two curtains pulled over some rather large spaces in his room.  Dramatically, he clears his throat.]

Ladies and Gentlemen!  Alright, so I know some of you guys know me, and some of you don't.  For those that don't, the name's Eddie Riggs.  I'm a roadie, and I'm pretty fuckin' good at what I do.  Now that I got that outta the way, I got some presents for some of you guys.  Roxy, I know you've been waiting for this puppy, so here it is.

[Eddie pulls back the first curtain, revealing a black, polished violin and bow.  The instrument looks a little patchwork in places, as if Eddie has had to find certain substitutes for the composition of the violin itself, but it looks like it's holding together really well.]

I couldn't really scavenge any parts to make it electric and give you a sweet ass distortion pedal with it, but it's finished.  Sorry it took so long, but I don't have the luxury of shit growing out of the ground from a dead beast of fire.  Work with what you got, y'know?  Anyway, come pick it up and take it for a spin!  Should be tuned and ready to go!  Oh, and Balder, dude.  Don't think I've forgotten about you!

[Eddie pulls back the second curtain, revealing an extremely well crafted battle axe, with a mark of Ormagöden adorning the top of the weapon.  The edges of the weapon have been very well sharpened and polished, a bit more for presentation than practical use, but Eddie wanted to put on a good display of his talents before he made the proposition to the other Transports he was thinking of.]

So what do you guys think?  I hope it was worth the wait.  Oh, and don't any of you guys feel left out if I've talked to you about building stuff yet.  I'm making a list.  Actually, that's something I wanted to talk to you all about.  Way I see it, some of you guys want different stuff that you may not be able to get, right?  Usually I wouldn't have any problem doing it in a flash, but seeing as we're in the middle of something of a shit hole, that's kind of a problem.  So here's what I'm proposing.

I want to open up a workshop to build shit you guys want or need.  Could be weapons, clothes, or more luxurious stuff.  Doesn't matter.  If it's something small enough, I don't wanna charge for it, but the bigger the job, I might have to ask for you to either pay for it, or bring me some materials to get started.  If I've already offered to fix something up for you, I'm not gonna go back on it and ask for anything in return.  That'd be kind of a dick move.

[Eddie sits on his bed, turning the camera towards himself.]

So that's what I got so far.  Any questions?

 
 
12 November 2012 @ 12:04 pm
[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.]
 
 
28 October 2012 @ 12:58 pm
[Alright, so Hawkeye may, in fact, have spent some time going through the device and getting familiar with it, and he may have read up on the situation at hand, but he's not one to run in without a plan. Well, not into all-out war, anyway. He may also have noticed some familiar people in the archives.

Unobtrusive, he stands in a corner of the banquet hall, sending out a short message:]


I heard there's some things that need shooting. My kind of welcome.
 
 
28 October 2012 @ 08:24 am
[This gentleman has already wandered out past the city's walls - he's sitting in some ruins, only marginally protected from the raindrops that drop between the camera on his face. He's a mid-30's average-looking guy - blonde, a little skinny, a day's stubble - but there's a tiny smirk on his lips and obvious amusement in his eyes. He doesn't seem to be bothered by the cold or the rain or the fact that he's in a monument to human destruction. A bastard sword with a white, ornate hilt and set with a diamond is sheathed at his waist.

He looks past the camera, considering his environment, before actually looking into it. Any one who can sense mojo through a camera will realize immediately that this guy is not to be messed with.]


So, they actually ran out of people to fight their war that they had to enlist us. Our varied, ragtag group of folks, newcomers. Feed us with food and arm us. I can't imagine they actually thought this all the way through, did they? I mean, they wouldn't really be capable of stopping an insurrection if we really wanted.

Well, no plans for that. Not yet, at least. For now, I'm ready to just enjoy the weather. Nice day out here. Nice place they got, too.
 
 
26 October 2012 @ 07:43 am
[Minato has been here for all of three hours now, wandering about the safe part of the hold, quietly trying to piece together the information he'd gotten from that first tour. It had been mostly rushed, but he had managed to get an idea of where he was and what was going on. Both of these things were decidedly not good news.]

[He figures he'd better get to helping out with the monsters, wherever they were, but first, he wanted to try to get other takes on the situation, see where he'd be best off, maybe get someone to fight with. Or maybe just wait it out.]

[Nonetheless, have a blue-haired kid on the feed, looking far calmer than any normal teen in this situation has any right to be.]


Can't say I know entirely what's going on here, but I've been told enough. I'm guessing I'm the reinforcements.

So, what should I do and where should I go?

[Straight down to business. It might be a better idea for him to rest up a bit first, but getting right into the action meant that he didn't have to brood on everything and everyone he just lost by being taken away from home.]
 
 
25 October 2012 @ 07:45 pm
[ While technically Lucy was still beaten and battered herself, she wasn't so out of it as to avoid a fight. Er... if the fight came to her, anyway. The food from the banquet had helped a little, but her magic reserves were still fairly low - low enough that she wasn't actively looking to get into any trouble her first day in such a weird place. However there is one thing that is more important than all of that, which is why she sends a message through the network. ]

Nn - is this right? Looks like it's recording - I mean, broadcasting. It looks like the communication lacrima back home, ne Plue?

[ Though her companion can't be seen, her companion can be heard. ]

Pun~~! Pun pun~ Pun~!


[ Lucy grins towards the ground, where her companion presumably is and turns her attention to the feed. She's cleaned up a bit, at least, and is cautiously making her way towards the apartments - keeping an eye out for things that go bump in the night. Or in general. Bandages are wrapped around her forehead and her arms, but she still smiles hopefully. ]

If you can hear me, my name is Lucy, and I'm... I'm hoping that some friends of mine might be here as well. I didn't see them when I arrived, but they're the type that won't sit around in one place for long, in a situation like this. [ With monster infestations and all. ]

Specifically I'm looking for my teammates, Natsu, Gray, Erza, or Wendy - even Happy or Charle. Anyone from Fairy Tail, will do-! [ She can't be the only one here right? ]

... aside from that - [ She murmurs more quietly at this point, frowning a bit. ]

Is it always like this here? [ At that point, her companion pipes up again. ]

Pun~ pun pun~ PuuuN~!

I'm fine Plue - actually I'd love nothing more than to take a hot bath and sleep for a week. But let's see if the others are here first, okay?

Pun~!

[ You can't see it, you poor deprived souls, but Plue just saluted. It was adorable. ]
 
 
15 October 2012 @ 11:03 am
[GUESS WHO'S BEING AWKWARD OVER THE NETWORK AGAIN, DINGDING YOU ARE CORRECT. Johnny hates asking for help. Hates it. But he's at a loss here.]

So, uh. I need someone's help with somethin'. I don't expect anyone to volunteer for this. I mean, I sure as hell wouldn't but I dunno how else to do this shit. Maybe, like, I can get a volunteer and someone else can play ref...

Anyway. Um. So this place let me keep the power I used to have, except they made it suck less. Thing is, I still don't know how to use it too well, an' it ain't like a physical weapon I can just go and train with. Basically I... talk people into doin' stuff. All I gotta do is look at 'em and talk to 'em, and they'll pretty much do whatever I say. Least, that's how it used to go. I dunno how strong it is, what people will or won't do, things like that. And I kinda wanna know, in case I ever, ya know, need to use it against the "bad guys", I guess.

...

Now ya know why no one's gonna volunteer. But if anyone's got any suggestions, lemme know?

 
 
12 October 2012 @ 02:23 pm
Can I ask someone some questions about human parents? Like if you have them, or if you are one!

[ With the way Feferi has her face all up in the camera, you would think she had never used technology before. But no, she's just very exuberant, more so than usual. ]

Oh yeah, and that's not the only thing I wanted to say! So who remembers that we were working on a guide for new people? Well, it's finally ready!

[ Link Attached: A Newbie's Guide to Exsilium ]


But before I print it out, I want everyone to see it. What do you all think? And some people can be relieved that there are only plain, boring fonts, thanks to the all the help I got! If anyone else has anything to add, tell me! Also, it would be great if some people would volunteer as contacts for the new people. You know, like an on-call question answerer!

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