02 April 2013 @ 01:08 pm
[Have a video feed. Thassarian grumbles briefly, and the camera swings around as he's trying to figure out how this Light-forsaken thing works.]

...I think that's it.

[GUYS HE READ THE TUTORIAL.]

This is Thassarian, of Lordaeron. I don't quite appreciate being pulled from my task and being dropped here, but I guess I've had worse.

[That was a joke. He smiles grimly.]

So we're supposed to fight this "United Earth"?  Did I get that part right?

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comment spam for bella )
 
 
29 March 2013 @ 10:11 am
[ For once, Cairistiona's not found in her traditional armor when addressing the Transports here. Her blond hair is still in a ponytail, but she's opted for a simple t-shirt and a pair of pants with boots. When she's ready, she smiles brightly at the camera, followed by a wave. ]

Hello everyone! I hope everyone is having a good day here.

I've been gathering some materials - mainly pieces of scrap metal here and there, and well, I'm not sure my apartment can hold it all! Not to mention I don't think they'd appreciate it... But, anyway--!

I'll be beginning to build a blacksmith shop for people to have a means to get weapons repaired and built, as well as offering to repair armor and build new ones for you if you would like. I haven't had a chance to scope out how much ore there is in this world, so I plan on doing that sometime soon - just so I have some materials to smelt.

However, I don't plan on doing this all alone, either! If we have any other blacksmiths like myself, I would love for you to join me! I'll be finding an area for us to work, so just look for me in the hallways. I also will not turn down apprentices who would like to learn or even offer to help out. Just let me know if you're interested and we can work something out!

( OOC: I'll be putting up a log following this as Cair's gonna scrounge around for supplies to fortify the shop! If you have any questions, feel free to shoot me a PM or ping me on plurk at [plurk.com profile] advancing! )
 
 
27 March 2013 @ 11:20 pm
[ Who hasn't made a network post in a while? This guy. It's been a rough few weeks, but he seems to be back in form now, if the grin he flashes the feed is any indication. ]

Guess it's time I made things official. [ He turns the tablet around as he speaks, showing a less fancy version of this. There's a fair amount of activity going on, with drinks being served and orders being taken, but the noise level isn't too bad. ] We've been up and runnin' for a while, but this here is the NORA cafe. We do meals, coffee, tea, milkshakes, and cocktails for all the adults out there. Figured this place could do with some livening up.

[ With a laugh, Snow faces the camera towards himself again. ]

Consider this our grand opening. If anyone wants a job, drop by and I'll find a spot for you. Just make sure you're old enough if you wanna work the bar. [ SEE HE CAN BE RESPONSIBLE SOMETIMES. ] We've got a stage, so I'm lookin' for people good at entertainment, too. Let me know if you're interested.

[ ooc; Here is a WIP info page/list of employees, based off responses to the OOC plotting post. If you're interested or want something changed (or if I got something wrong, which isn't unlikely), we either can thread something out here ICly, or drop a comment there and it can be handwaved. c: ]
 
 
22 March 2013 @ 06:38 pm
Good afternoon, fellow Transports! [Coby stood in front of his tablet and saluted, the back of his hand facing his forehead rather than saluting in a flat, horizontal fashion. This was the kind of salute that his navy practiced. For once, he was wearing his full attire--his long sleeved collared shirt, his medals and his mantle. Clearly, Coby felt a need to dress at the nines on a Friday afternoon. His stern expression maintained itself with practiced ease.]

As some of you may be aware, my name is Coby and I'm a Marine from a world you may not have heard of. I'm at the rank of 'Captain', which usually exempts me from a number of periodic physical, psychological and mental tests, though as an officer capable of running one or more vessels, I'm still very much responsible for practicing good behavior! [Coby kept his back straight, arms behind himself and his legs perfectly spaced apart to look one hundred percent the part of an officer.]

I have missed a formal evaluation and as a result, I find it imperative to conduct it in the form of a survey to those who have encountered me and interacted with me on a social and work-related basis. Now, for the survey! Ahead of time, I must thank my employer for helping me program this into my post.

Attached to this video post is a document which you may fill out and send back to me. At the bottom, there will be an interactive field in which you can sign your name with your finger if you so desire; however, you're absolutely free to take this survey anonymously. The survey itself will consist of a few basic questions which will be answering numerically from 1 to 10, ten being your highest approval and one being your lowest! Thank you ahead of time for your cooperation!

Cut for TEXT! )
 
 
21 March 2013 @ 05:34 pm
[The video switches on to show a grinning blonde teenager that some of you may recognise, though she looks a little different than her usual with un-styled hair and marks on her face that look like mud or dust.]

Hey everyone! This is just your regular old ‘hey we disappeared for like two days or something and are actually still alive’ broadcast!

And I can officially announce that there is officially fuck all out there that’s interesting once you leave this actual city place.

[And there's Jake popping up right behind her, trying to hold up the armful of assorted animal skulls he's carrying. He looks bizarrely excited about these things.]

I wouldn't say there's nothing worthwhile!

..Okay, unless you enjoy being around bones, I guess?
 
 
20 March 2013 @ 09:25 pm
[Anduin's face is a touch too-composed as he edges into view, gazing silently at the screen of the tablet for a moment before leaning forward. Giving a quiet sigh, he rests his chin on his hands, elbows on the desk. His expression is a somber one, and yet he still smiles softly as he looks downward slowly.]

My apologies to those I was talking too awhile ago. Things have been a touch ...busy as of late.

[Busy in the avoiding everyone that he can sense, at least. Still, it's rude to try and shut himself away for so long no matter his feelings and it isn't what Varian would want. Using that resolve he sits up a little straighter, lifting his head. When he finds his voice, there's a newfound ring of pleasantry to his tone, even if he doesn't exactly feel the quiet cheer he is working into his voice.]

I just wanted to thank everyone who was kind enough to help me look for my father. I greatly appreciated your actions despite the actual outcome. It means a great deal to me that you took the time to help me, and I truly am grateful.

[It does no one any good to sit and pout and sulk because his father isn't there - things will be alright, really! He just has to convince himself of that, now. There is little to say now that he's offered his thanks, but still Anduin pauses for a moment, eying the tablet screen thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again, impulsively.]

If I can do anything in return, or ...if anyone would simply like to talk, by all means. Thank you again.

[And with that he cuts the communication, determined to force himself out of the slump. He had handled worse before, after all! This would be easy in comparison!]
 
 
28 February 2013 @ 02:11 pm
[Unimpressed Varian is..... unimpressed, sparing the video a brief scowl.]

This place again? Surely once was enough, to be dragged into another group's war for a second time is an insult. As if my hands aren't full enough without having to be in this. It's been over a year, how long has it been since I left my room here? What was missed?
 
 
23 February 2013 @ 01:00 pm
[The voice that comes over the tablets sounds calm and collected, masking the panic and fear of the woman speaking.]

I don't know who she was staying with, nor what unit she had been assigned, but if anybody has seen Emma Swan recently, I'd be glad to know. I can't seem to get in contact with her, and though I didn't know her well...

[She has to stop for a moment. It is so, so hard to force her voice not to crack, saying those words.]

Though I didn't know her well, she doesn't seem the type to purposefully make herself unavailable. I suspect she's returned to our home, but I thought it appropriate to inquire about her regardless. Thank you all.

[And then a pause.]

If someone told you about the future that awaits you back home, would you try to change it though it seems set in stone?
 
 
22 February 2013 @ 11:01 pm
On my world, we have something similar to Valentine's Day, but it goes on for a few weeks. So I know that I'm late for Valentine's, but I'm not too late for that holiday!

And I know that...well...maybe this isn't really the time to be doing silly things like celebrating holidays...but I don't think there's any harm in it. Everything has been quiet lately. And I have all the candy anyway, so...

[And here comes a list of names: Anduin Wrynn, Jaina Proudmoore, Taicea, Jesse Pinkman, Painwheel, Demyx, Koltira, Nana, Raven, Collette.]

I don't know where everyone lives, so...tell me! Or come see me! Happy Valentine's!

[ooc: This is Med'an's list of people who are getting candy (except for Jaina, who gets a charm bracelet). We can commentlog this, or he can drop things into mailboxes! Let me know if I've missed anyone (Med'an loves to have friends, don't be shy)!]
 
 
19 February 2013 @ 09:23 am
Excuse me, if someone could help me for a moment?

[Anduin slips into view, peering solemnly at the screen. His voice is even and calm but there's an uncertainty rising in his eyes as he continues to speak.]

Has anyone seen my father? Varian Wrynn? Normally when he leaves like this I'm aware, but-

[But he's not sure, and he's uneasy even if he's doing well at hiding most of it.]

If anyone sees him, please let me know, or have him contact me, if you could. Thank you.

[Annnnd blackscreen.]
 
 
12 February 2013 @ 11:56 pm
[The face that greets you is inquisitive, friendly, and distinctly red-eyed. The young man looks to be in his late teens, and he's dressed in fine clothes: an intricately embroidered, long-sleeved tunic with epaulets, worked in black and gold and fashioned with a large ruby in the center of his chest. His turban glitters with rubies, as well, and there's a gold hoop dangling from one ear. The overall effect suggests royalty--or, at least, significant affluence. He's dark-skinned and dark-haired, and seems human, at least aside from the bright, piercing glow of his eyes.

There's some shuffling of the image as Wrathion moves about his room, trying to find the best light and angle for his address.

Once he's relatively sure that everything is in order, Wrathion smiles toothily into the camera.]


My, what fascinating technology this is! I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like it. Am I really broadcasting to an entire network of people? Amazing.

[He pauses for a moment; clears his throat. He's been here a few days and he's spoken with a few people, but most of the population is as yet unknown to him, and vice versa. Introductions are necessary.]

My name is Wrathion, last of Azeroth's black dragonflight, and it seems I've been pulled right from one dire conflict to another.

[The ingratiating smile widens. His teeth really are quite sharp.]

Back home, I was doing my best to find an expedient and decisive solution to the war at hand. I hope I can make myself useful here, as well. To that end, I'm eager to meet all of you--whether over this device, or, more preferably, in person.

I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly.
 
 
25 January 2013 @ 06:08 pm
[The face that comes to the screen is one that may (or may not) look familiar. Judging by how suddenly the communicator clicks on, its done in a frantic sort of smack, like it was hit accidentally. Whoever is on the other end sure does look a lot like a certain Lord of The Undead...only much less undead.

His voice is full of emotion, and full of rage. Its unclear as to where he's been the past few days, but judging by the undead gore on his armor, he's been out killing his own army...without knowing it, of course.]


Enough of this charade, I will hear no more of it. You will tell me where you've taken me, who you serve, and where you've taken my men. Do you not understand what evil threatens my Kingdom? I must be returned immediately!

[Its impossible to see who Arthas is confronting, but the light of the device seems to catch his attention, and he turns his head down to glare at it. His hair, where it was once wispy and white, is now full and golden blond. His eyes no longer glow that horrid runic blue, but instead are a lively sea green to compliment lightly tanned skin. He bares silver armor, chased with gold around its edges, swathed in a royal blue cloak bearing a strange symbol.

He also has a huge motherfucking hammer bearing the same symbol in his hand.]


What sorcery is this?
 
 
19 January 2013 @ 01:23 pm
That seemed like a grand waste of time in the aspect of things. [No violence or war? Not exactly thrilling.] If I did not know any better I would have thought it was more getting us all out the way of something here.

[Gives in indifferent shrug.] Not that they would tell us of these things, as they do with most others.

Now then. Who has seen that orc Thrall around recently? I require words with him.

[Filtered to Jaina and Anduin.]

You will both be staying with myself in UNIT 1 2 1 0. I will hear no arguments against this. Bring your things.
 
 
11 January 2013 @ 04:31 pm
( Oh hey, it's that questionably metrosexual guy with some other dude's voice and bright green eyes again. It's like he can't conjure [haha get it because he's a mage or some shit] an expression that isn't a scowl or something. Damn, what an asshole. )

I'm certain you're aware, but unless you were quite a bit too dense to notice -- the sun does not seem to shine here. At all.

I have been patient in my time waiting for any sign of its familiar illumination but it seems to be entirely in vain.

( Frankly, this shit doesn't make a lick of sense, and he isn't happy about it. )

I cannot be the only one bothered.

( Well, that was... harmless enough, right? Probably.

Click.
)
 
 
06 January 2013 @ 10:11 pm
[Koltira's at his lake, sitting cross-legged in its center, on a platform of pure, glittering frost. Byfrost, his runeblade, is stuck in the ice beside him, glowing darkly--a black miasma crawls and leaps around the sword throughout this transmission, though it doesn't seem to bother Koltira much. Rather, his attention is fully fixed on the tablet, which he holds up with one gloved hand. He's wearing a black, high-collared shirt with long sleeves; no armor at all is visible. A collection of glass bottles, most of them empty, surrounds him.

It's been about a month since his blood frenzy, and several weeks since he and a few of the others handled Arthas. Aside from his night out with Bariyan for New Year's Eve, Koltira has tried to seclude himself from the population of the island, and definitely tried not to talk about all the terrible things that happened during his frenzy.

He is a creature of guilt and despair even at the best of times, but this most recent go-round on the misery carousel has left him deeper in darkness than ever before. He's decided that he needs to offer some apologies. Some explanations.]


Before I speak to you of the true matter at hand, I wish to thank those of you who assisted in dealing with Arthas and rescuing the Lady Proudmoore. Though he escaped, it will likely be some time before he is strong enough to trouble us again.

[He pauses. His expression, which had been entirely stoic, turns downcast.]

Important as that is, however, it's not why I'm talking to you. I mean to apologize for my actions of some weeks ago, especially to those unfortunate enough to encounter me in the forest. I am so terribly sorry for the harm I caused. I was not in full control of my faculties--that is why I tried to issue a warning.

[He shifts in position slightly, so as to pick up one of the fuller bottles and take a fortifying drink. All right. Pressing on.]

As some of you know, I am a death knight, of a world called Azeroth. I was killed, and then my raising into undeath was ordered by Arthas himself. My body is the product of the worst kind of necromancy, and the curses that bind me together extend beyond the flesh. All of my kind are subject to constant pain; barely tolerable to living senses even at its lowest levels. We were designed, quite literally, to be killing machines in the service of the Lich King--a name that Arthas has taken now, and that he will indeed eventually become.

[Another pause, another drink. This part of the explanation is his least favorite, but he knows he must tell it, in the interest of honor and transparency.]

Our essential curse is this: the longer we--the longer I--go without inflicting suffering on another living creature, the more we suffer in turn. If enough time passes, we fall into madness. We think of nothing but blood. Seeking it. Spilling it. Our pain becomes excruciating. Unbearable, wracking spasms.

I fight against this every day, as do all my brothers and sisters in death. But it is not easy, and I occasionally fail.

[He winces even as he talks. Almost through it.]

Again ... I am sorry for the pain I've caused. In the interests of the city, both yourselves and the general population, I've left the apartments. I shall remain here, and I shall limit my time among you, save as I must come and go in service of your protection against other threats.

It is all I can do.

[He's quiet for a moment, staring down at the ice. That's all, right? That's all he can say, he thinks. He ends the transmission.]
 
 
02 January 2013 @ 02:29 am
[Text]
[He's been training through these months, taking a break when he's able to during the festivities, but other than that, he was pretty much scarce in terms of meeting someone new or even just talking to those he's met.

Either ways, his silence was broken by one simple text to the network:]


What is a hero to you? I know it's a broad question, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to.
 
 
25 December 2012 @ 04:59 pm
[ It has been some time since she's had a strong presence over the network, so Jaina knows that this day is as good as any to make an appearance. The good people of Azeroth were estranged from their home, friends, and family, so why not give them a little something? The problem is just what is it she can do to help? The snow is an added touch, but other than that? It isn't as though she can just teleport into everyone's place of residence and leave small gifts like certain others she has her eyes on this strange blue box now, but maybe a message to lift their spirits? Jaina's never been any good at that in this season of all seasons, so maybe just a little message will do.

When the video clicks on, Jaina's sitting some distance away (it's nice having magical projectiles) prim and proper as a lady should. There's a faint hint of a smile (forced to the trained eye) and a wave of her hand. ]


Being so preoccupied as of late has left me to neglect the fact that the Feast of Winter Veil is upon us. While there is no time left to prepare for a feast, I do wish all of those who celebrate it the best of times not only here, but wherever you may go. Please be well and enjoy yourselves today for you have earned it.

[ There's a certain reluctance after that is said, almost as though there were other things she wished to say. Instead, it'll cut out after a flick of her wrist. ]
 
 
 
04 December 2012 @ 05:25 pm
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!]]
 
 
03 December 2012 @ 10:25 am
It seems someone I became attached to has disappeared from this place already.
It's unfortunate
but that's the nature of this place
right?
It's better that he return home anyway.
But still
losing a friend is a little difficult...

I don't suppose you've ever lost someone important to you?
Even if it's being taken to this place while your important person is left behind
surely it's still a lonely feeling?
Otherwise
I would like to hear about the person who means most to you.
I think it might help me answer a few questions of my own.
 
 
[If you're watching this, you'll realize pretty quickly that the communicator is placed at the far end of a bath tub. How can you tell? Because there is a woman in the tub across from the communicator. Nothing explicit can be seen due to convenient placement of frothy bubbles.

Erza shows no signs of actively trying to preserve her modesty and is fully aware that the device is transmitting.]


Greeting fellow... transports? That's what they've been calling us I believe.

My name is Erza Scarlet and I'm what we call a wizard on my world. I belong to a guild known as Fairy Tail.

[She pauses, seemingly distracted by her own thoughts before she smiles at the camera.]

I had meant to introduce myself earlier, but I've been confined to the infirmary for the past two weeks recovering from injuries I received prior to and during my arrival here.

That reminds me.

I'd like to thank everyone who came to my aid; it was foolish of me to return to the battlefield so soon after... Forgive me I'm trailing off. Regardless, I owe you all a debt of gratitude for your assistance.

[She inclines her head to emphasize her gratefulness.]

I'd also like to greet to my new roommates in Room 710. Villiers, Lash, I hope we'll get along.

[And you will get along with her or suffer the consequences.]
 
 
Mood: relaxed
 
 
13 November 2012 @ 10:02 pm
So who here would class themselves as a 'Wizard' and is interested in a fantastic creation known as Wiz-Con?

[Because this 16 year old sure does want to lure you all to her apartment.]

[An edit is tagged on five minutes later:]

People who are mages or sorcerers or any other type of magical talent also count!!
 
 
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?

 
 
11 November 2012 @ 11:06 pm
Um, hello, everyone.

[He sounds a bit uncertain. Possibly because he’s never talked into a magical piece of paper that will supposedly connect him to dozens of others who’ve been brought here to save a world they’ve never heard of before.]

I, um – I was told that this is the way to contact everyone brought here by the Initiative, like me. My name is Med’an, and…I’m one of the new guys here, I guess.

[This is awkward. What do you say to strangers you’ll be fighting alongside? Wait, he’s done this before…sort of. He marshals his inner hero.]

I – I may not be very experienced in war, but I will help. It’s my duty, back home, and…now it is here too. So – I look forward to working with everyone. Good day.

[That sounded good! Very heroic and professional. And then there’s a few moments of fumbling around trying to turn the magical paper off.]
 
 
10 November 2012 @ 02:01 am
[Gordon fidgets when he first sits down in front of the camera, fiddling with his glasses.]

So... for those of you who don't know me, my name is Doctor Gordon Freeman. I'm a scientist and a Transport just like all of you, and there's something that I've observed for the longest time that intrigues me.

Magic. Some of us use it here, or at least have powers that are worthy of the term... Now, I'm not looking to start any sort of science-versus-magic debate here. On the contrary; I'd like to ask those of you who use such powers a few questions about them so that we can gain a better idea of what kinds of powers we've got around here.

Where do you draw your power from? How is it focused? Do you use spells, words, gestures, symbols? Or something else? Are there any dangers to you when you use it? Things like this. I realize some of this might be personal, but anything you can volunteer would be useful; hell, it's still better than nothing.
 
 
08 November 2012 @ 06:25 pm
[Koltira's at his lake, seated comfortably on a frozen platform in the center of the water. He's half-dressed in armor--no breastplate, pauldrons, or gauntlets, but he's got greaves on his crossed legs. Otherwise, he's wearing a simple, black tunic with a high collar and long sleeves. Byfrost is visible behind him, stuck in the ice and surrounded by a black, animated miasma. His bright, cold eyes are intensely focused on the tablet and whomever he might be reaching with it, and his manner and bearing are as stoically formal as ever.]

In Azeroth, there is a celebration called Hallow's End. I know similar events are common on Earth and perhaps elsewhere, but the holiday had specific, unique meanings for us. Recently, for example, free undead used Hallow's End to commemorate breaking the Lich King's shackles on their souls.

[he grins here, though it's slight and pained, before continuing.]

But prior to that, the humans of my world took it as a period of reflection. They built an effigy, a wicker man, and they participated in a simple ritual. Each of them took up a torch, lit it on a bonfire, and then tossed it onto the dry straw. The burning torch represented the past: memories, anxieties, worries, burdens. By throwing the torch onto the effigy, they let go of their troubles, so as to more easily face the future.

I am not suggesting that the past is so easily cleansed. I know full well that it is not. But I find the ritual worthwhile. It is a moment's peace. A meditation. And it is something I could well use. Perhaps some of you feel the same.

In any case, though the traditional days for this event passed while we were preoccupied, I intend to build the wicker man. If you'd like to help with the burning, you may visit me in a week's time.

[Directions to an area somewhat south of his lake, but still in the clearing, follow. After that, there's quiet for a few moments, then some irritated button-tapping ... this guy just doesn't know how to use his tablet. Finally, he sighs, and adds.]

Chloe, I shall begin work on your necklace shortly. Please bring me a hair tie.
 
 
08 November 2012 @ 04:39 am
[When the video clicks on, it's from a ground view point. Obviously whoever owns it has put it to one side. All that can be seen are the standard initiate walls everyone finds themselves staring at to begin with, and a pair of legs clad in brown boots.]

If it's not one thing it's another, and even when you keep your eyes on the "another" something else will sweep you off your feet. Literally.

[The voice is that of a male, sounding almost bemused at the situation as Medivh talks to himself.]

This device though... it's not of Azerothian fare.... Even I don't recognize this place.

[The feet start pacing back and forth as Medivh mulls over his current predicament silently. Suddenly he picks up the device, glancing briefly at it to show a middle-aged human. It's not clear if the sorcerer is talking to the device or himself again. Anyone who knows their Azerothian history will recognise the staff of Atiesh in his hand. For those who don't, it's a gorgeous staff with a bird perched on the top.]

I'm sure it'll make itself known before long. They always do. I am Medivh and it appears I will be in room 409 if the person here is to be believed.
 
 
07 November 2012 @ 10:00 pm
[ A rich voice, rolling like some combination of tempting thunder and luxurious silk, is heard throughout the network, every word pleasing and perfectly enunciated with a smooth accent. A man of great stature and great power, it can be deduced, and a man who sounds earnest as he makes his case to the rebels of the realm. ]

Greetings. My name is Lord Daval Prestor; however, simply Prestor is fine for a preferred form of address. The state of affairs is regrettable here, absolutely intolerable, in fact, and it is my sincerest wish to improve upon it, and to take back the world that was so cruelly taken from us.

[ And now the voice is accompanied by video, the man transposed on screen picturesque, in spotless attire, smiling serenely despite the urgency of his words, hands folded upon his lap. ]

Great power rests in the hands of those willing to seize it. And that is the sort of power I possess. Wealth, resources, connections... they are all mine. They can be yours, as well, should you align yourself with me. I mean more than this trifling alliance, of course. An army can do many things, but a trained, specialized militia can accomplish what large numbers cannot.

If you have the skill, drive, and motivation to succeed, please, contact me at once.

[ The at once is punctuated enticingly. Strongly. Do it, your mind seems to tell you. Obey this man. His pull is strong, hard to resist. Enchanting. ]

I'll be waiting for you.

[ The feed cuts, but the influence yet lingers in your mind. Who is this man? Perhaps you should respond in kind... ]

(( SUP GUYS it's Deathwing. He's kind of an uber power creep in his canon, so just to clarify, feeling that tug to speak with him is COMPLETELY OPTIONAL. I will have a full permissions post up shortly, but tl;dr I will not do anything you or your character aren't comfortable with. It's just an incentive if you want CR with a big bad dragon dude and your guy or gal wouldn't ordinarily respond. Feel free to hit me up with any questions!

EDIT: Yeah I actually didn't know about the whole tag showing up next to your name thing. So. You can assume Deathwing's tag shows up here, but he's going to dismiss it as an error and it will be fixed in future posts from now on once he figures out this fancy shmancy technology. Sorry for the confusion and fail on my part. ))
 
 
07 November 2012 @ 02:55 pm
[ Anyone who has met Alexstrasza before might notice, when she turns on the video, that there's a certain radiance missing from her person, but to anyone else she would simply look-- normal. As normal as a horned elf-woman can be, anyway. ]

I see much has happened during my absence, and that there are many new arrivals, including several individuals from my world. To the acquaintances I've made, I apologize for the suddenness of my departure, but not for the opportunity to return to my world. [ She breaths deep and smiles, a bit bittersweet but more towards content. ] I will still see to it that I am returned permanently, but for now, being able to attend to unfinished business will suffice.

I may have a proposal for the transports of Exsilium in the future, but I hear there are more pressing matters at the moment. There was a battle recently, and many were wounded. If there is any way in which I might be of assistance, do not be afraid or hesitate to ask.

[ And then, as if an afterthought, ] Also, I am seeking the aid of someone well-versed in these communication devices. Anyone with expertise in their more complex workings, I may have a request for you.
 
 
07 November 2012 @ 01:48 pm
Good day, everyone! [she offers the feed a smile] My name is Rosalyn Cross & I am a priest of the church of Prontera in Rune-Midgard. I am very skilled in healing magic so if you're ever injured in any way, shape, or form please feel free to see me. I'll be more than happy to patch you up!

[suddenly she bends down for a quick moment before lifting up what looks to be a smiling pink blob] This is my good friend Solomon. He would like to help out in any way as well!

[she sets Solomon down on her lap & then looks back tothe feed]

If it's not too much to ask, can someone point me out to the nearest library? I'd like to know as much about this place & its history as I can so I can be of more help. Thank you so very much! I hope we can be friends!
 
 
06 November 2012 @ 03:08 am
[There is a long stretch of sound -- a void of nothing as Arthas tries to trigger several different things to make private filters. He's obviously not very good with technology, and there are a few instances where he accidentally triggers video -- when that happens, it reveals that he's in a dark place of some sort. The moonlight reflects off his armor and just part of his face, though not enough to hint where he may be.

Each time the video triggers, the viewer will find Arthas scowling with his frosty blue eyes. They might notice that the area around him is slowly coating itself in ice and that he is alone -- the zombie army he had built is nowhere in sight, having disappeared upon their return.

Arthas will never speak through the video setting, and the only sound the viewers may here are rattling breaths of frustration that sneak passed his lips every now and then, accompanied with a cloud of frost.

Eventually, he figures it out. The following private entries are all voice prompts without video:]


Filtered to Sylvanas Windrunner )

Filtered to Koltira Deathweaver )

Filtered to Varian Wrynn )

Filtered to Jaina Proudmoore )
 
 
[There's a fellow in a suit that's just a bit too tight for him sitting before you. Yes, all of you. Anyone not on a call or otherwise preoccupied with the audio-visual portion of their tablet gets to say hello to a peculiar-looking individual dressed in an aubergine collared shirt and bearing an intensely grey-blue stare. Sherlock lifts a pale hand in greeting, waggling his fingers awkwardly (that's what people do to say hello, right?) He gazes down at the camera. By the background behind him, the man's sitting somewhere up on one of the tallest buildings in the city.]

My name is Sherlock Holmes. I've been listening to your chatter. 

It seems the general consensus is that the war we have all had foisted upon us is a losing battle. 

[His soft baritone carries a received pronunciation accent to anyone who's English and listening, or otherwise observant. By his state of dress and the other phone he's playing with, he's from around 2010 or so give or take a few years. He folds his hands in his lap and leans forward.]

I say, no, but if you continue on in the manner you have been, you are very likely destined for failure. I've done the math, but I'm told it bores people. 

[A file is pushed forward to all of the tablets in Exsilium in message form.]

Get back to me if you're interested in going home instead of wallowing about feeling sorry for yourselves, attending masquerades and sitting in awkward sympathy banquets. 
An innocuous text file. )
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 12:55 am
[video]

[The room shown on the feed is sparse, bearing a cot and a small dresser. It's early morning or very late evening depending on who you talk to. The only source of light is a small lamp sitting on the desk beside the device, which does much to illuminate the small, skinny figure beside it. Actually, scratch that-- he's got glowing green eyes.]

It's not enough. [His voice is young and bitter with a searing edge of desperation. And his face is pretty much the same.] It's not enough!

[He stares hard at the pile of books and papers on his desk, then reaches over and grabs something. Whatever it is, it's small enough to fit in his hand. His eyes flare brightly, sickly green and hot; he opens his palm, and nothing but dust remains.]

Do you hear me, Initiative?! THIS ISN'T ENOUGH!

[His voice cracks, and that's the last straw for him. He swipes everything off the desk, lamp included, in one swift and violent display of anger. The lamp goes out, and the network feed ends.]

[ooc: Roommates, feel free to barge in if you want. Or... go back to sleep. lol. OTHERWISE OPEN TO ALL. he's been a bit of a hermit since the intro log and um... well, that was a couple weeks ago. |D]
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 12:29 am
[ Jaina's not the type to normally revert to text. Sure she enjoys reading, but it feels impersonal to speak to someone (or a group of people) through the written word than with her voice. Unfortunately for the time being, this sorceress is lacking in the vocal department and has no other choice. Combined with her current physical state, she sees no reason to worry her allies nor give pleasure to any potential enemies she may have in this place. ]

I'm afraid I must ask a personal favor of the good people of this land. My luck has failed me in the search for a church on my own time, so I will ask it here. Are there any blessed with the Light confident in their ability to purge an infection? Certainly I would be in your debt for such a kindness.

[ Having Jaina owe you a favor is definitely worth it. ] If you could reply to this message with haste, I would be eternally grateful.

[ Surprisingly, she doesn't filter that post. There's no need for her to hide behind the shroud of technology or any shroud for that matter when it came to Arthas Menethil. After witnessing his hesitation first hand, she's out to ensure that he knows she's alive and well. Perhaps not so much of the latter, but definitely full of vigor. ]

Filtered text to Painwheel )

Filtered text to Thrall )
 
 
05 November 2012 @ 04:01 am
[Filtered to: Thrall, Jaina, death knights, any Alliance members, any Horde members except the Forsaken.

Filtered from: Arthas, Illidan, Sylvannas.]


[Varian is looking pretty serious here, and he's hoping he got his filters right for a change. He's been watching the network and all the people showing up. It isn't good news for anyone right now. And if that means he has to suck it up, then for the moment he's going to suck it up.]

Hear me now.

We are in a strange place with strange, foreign people here. Strange things also happen here, that much is obvious. However we now face a secondary problem along with the primary objective of getting home. Not only do we have the Lich King, but also Sylvannas and the recent addition of Stormrage.

Since these beings are a major threat to everyone in this place, not just ourselves, it is our responsibility to keep the people here safe. Should anyone be misled and fall against those beings, that is on our hands.

I am proposing a temporary truce for the time being, and that I step up to try and make some order of our ranks within this place. We will need to keep the other people safe from the monsters that have been brought into this place from our own world. Alone we will not manage much, let us not delude ourselves into thinking that we can deal with this singularly.

If these beings can be brought in, then I dread to think who comes next.

The question now though, is who will join in on this ideal?

[End all filters]

This just gets better and better. I will not say interesting though. I do hope that your days are quiet for you all.
 
 
02 November 2012 @ 08:09 am
Well, that was something of an adventure! Between the Russians, the newest arrivals, and our monstrous friends, why there's been quite a few things to keep track of. An awful lot of people. One of which in particular I seem to have misplaced... I don't suppose anyone has seen Bela lately? Bela Talbot?

[ A pause, as if he's actually listening for a reply. Or maybe just asking a completely rhetorical question and taking a moment to gather himself afterward. ]

Well, it was always difficult to keep her in just one place. Not like Sierra, Annalise, and Adamo, three natives caught by the UE bombs, near a month ago now. I would say they were entirely too — too stationary. That old woman in the market, too— with the jerky stand? She always claimed it was dog meat, but I really had to wonder. But she always had a kind word for anyone who stopped to chat, didn't she? I found a bit of her stand some time ago, but no sign of her. Maggie, she told me her name was...

My apologies, to anyone who knew any of those caught in disaster. At least we've managed to turn this latest one back to the status quo, mm? We have that much.

[ Another pause, and this one comes with a slow breath out. So... that's awkward. But! He can make it better. When he speaks again, he sounds just as cheerful as he had at the beginning. ]

You know, for all their flukes and faults, I would say there's one thing the Initiative is truly bad at. They can throw our lot into a room with food set out, but that's not any sort of party. So I propose we arrange one ourselves! We've the musicians for it, don't we? The cooks, surely! The tailors, seamstresses? We certainly have the headcount for it, by now!

Any opinions, mm? I'm thinking, perhaps, a masquerade. A ball! We kitrites excel at the organization of them, you know. I would be pleased to offer my services to a properly interested crowd! Have I any takers?
 
 
01 November 2012 @ 06:34 pm
[Tori's just. Going to sigh and run a hand through her hair before talking.]

I really don't want to repeat that ever again, but knowing our beloved captors? I bet we'll all get to repeat something like it before we know it! Assholes.

Can't say I'll be as angry with them if I can find a good set of paints, though. At least then I'll have one more way to get my stress out. Which leads me to my question--does anyone here paint or do anything artsy? [It's not her passion or anything, but art is something she holds dear. Especially since it meant so much to her mom and means so much to Jeb.]
 
 
Burn the bodies - all of them. Anything dead, put it to the flame.

If you do not, you will find it risen, ravenous, and much more difficult to put down a second time.

There are bonfires scattered throughout the city. I suggest you use them.


[ not locked at all. bite her, arthas. there's a log to help sylvie burn things over here. ]
 
 
30 October 2012 @ 11:38 pm
[Video]
[The feed opens up to an injured guy, probably from all that fighting that's been going on the last month; and frankly, it's a miracle that he's not keeling over dead when he's supposed to have been killed from all of those. Still, he just stared at it and asked a question:]

...Is everybody alright?

[...Yeah, totally a selfless idiot here guys, kthx.]

Er, I'm just asking since if you need some help with getting from one point to another, I can help you with that. Just give me a call, and I'll be there.

[Even if there's a probability of him dying on the way there. And Click! There goes the feed.]

[Action; Unit 704]
[There's a pleasant smell coming out from the apartment, and frankly; that's because of a certain, cleaned-up guy just doing some cooking, wincing all the while as his injury caused him slight flares of pain whenever he did sudden movements.

Which is the case right now as he tried to cut the root vegetables on the chopping board while he waits for the meat to brown. In either ways, he seemed to be quite occupied with the activity to even notice if someone comes in or not.]
 
 
29 October 2012 @ 12:03 pm
You call these insignificant creatures monsters? I will show you the face of a true monster.

[Now, the punchline here would be Arthas pointing to his face, but unfortunately, he doesn't. His sense of humor is somewhat lacking since death. However, Exsilium will hear a distinct roar and oh good -- it looks like a large, canine-like monster the size of a horse is about to gobble him whole.

Except it doesn't, it sort of leans down as Arthas adjusts his hand to blink unevenly with frosted blue eyes into the camera lens. If it was ugly before, that's nothing compared to the rips in its skin, the exposed bones and the black ichor dripping from its mouth. It hisses, causing more of it to ooze to the ground before something catches its attention -- another monster, and it charges off with about seven of its companions to take it down.]


Now if you'll excuse me...I have an army to build. Perhaps you will be fortunate enough to join me.

[ooc: log for interaction is here. warning: log engagement includes high risk of injury particularly if your character is confrontational.]