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Okay so I think theres something wrong with the doors dont use the doors

just stay out



[ ...That's the entire message.

Jack's normally a more talkative guy, isn't he? Maybe today he just needs some pestering. ]
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Hah... I see it now. The truth; reality. What it is to be a human being. That was their goal; their objective. The thing that they strived the most to show us, and all this time we were too blind to understand the truth of it all. These scientists which it seemed so many of us were bent on hating. It's become so clear now just how wrong we are!

Humanity is moving forward too fast. Step into the world that you once knew and you find that everything is big cities, bright lights, and ignorance. Automobiles whirl by, people rush past, the sun moves across a natural sky, looking down at the unnatural landscape below it, tarnished and scarred by the marks we leave behind. Cities sprout up like cancerous moles and, with bulldozers, scar earth's natural skin. We TRY to create a world that is perfect in our eyes and completely miss the fact that, through our selfish benefit, we are destroying what is good.

That is Discedo. That is why we are here. Look around us and we SEE for ourselves what our sins will make of us! The buildings are representative of our home worlds: once a tall megalopolis stooping over the paved roads, we now look out our windows as the predecessors of some race and see what destruction they wrought upon themselves. Is this not what will become of every world? Humanity indulges itself, and eventually the gods will strike it down to its very foundation, leaving those of us too foolish to realize the consequences of our own actions.

Civilization is such an ironic word: what civility exists in it? It breeds only selfishness and hate, pitting us against one another until one has ruined the other. What is it called... survival.... Ah! yes! Survival of the fittest. The true nature of civilization: kill or be killed. But here...

Discedo. We are surrounded but what is truly civil: the requirement for us to work together as a body, instead of against each other like warring creatures. If we wish to survive we must come together and cooperate. That is the goals of the scientists, it only makes sense!!

Heh, I can't believe I didn't see it before. It needed only a look for me to finally understand what it was that made this place so unique!!! The scientists. They want to STOP the deterioration of not only this world, but our world. But as it stands... it is too corrupt, and what does one do with a corrupt criminal? He locks him up and, better still, kills him to protect society.

Hehe... HeHeHaHaHa, HAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHA!!!!

Sweet rapture, I have been freed of a blinding light that I may finally see the truth. The scientists are merely a beacon, and with their guidance we can find the path to righteousness.
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[This melody will be heard throughout the network. Listen to the sad, yet beautiful music. When the song ends, it becomes quiet, but only for a moment.]

Do you all truly know who you are? [He's in a rather philosophical mood today.] I mean not your name, but who you are. Do you know your true worth?

[Unseen by the network, he's sitting by the window of his and Stocking's apartment, looking up at the evening sky.]
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[The feed flips around for awhile as the person on the other side struggles to make it work, muttering strange-sounding curses under his breath, among other angry things.

Finally, he realizes he got it to work.]
Ah, wonderful. So that's how this tablet works, hmm? What a strange little thing, I can't even feel a trace of magic inside it. Whoever enchanted this scrying device must have been an incredibly weak sorcerer.

Now[And so the angry ranting begins.]

I don't know who you are or why you've brought me here, but you've picked both a poor time and a rude execution! Perhaps you've heard of my power, or perhaps you simply don't know what it is you're doing. Whatever the case may be, reverse it at once.

Do you have any idea what kind of power you're trifling with here?! I am not just any demon! No, I am more than a demon now, my power extends to the heavens themselves! I am the new God of this world! Tremble before me, you foolish mortals! Perhaps if your cowering amuses me, I will think to spare your sad, pitiful lives!

And while you're down there cowering, you can reverse this blasted spell you've put on me, or I'll curse the whole lot of you! I'll turn you all into tiny insects and crush you beneath my feet! So hurry it up, I'm getting impatient!
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[Here's someone you haven't seen in awhile: your friendly neighborhood acrobat-turned-nurse! Funny that she vanished when the resident grumpy doctor did the same except this one came back. There's just one problem:

She's dirty, bloody, and some parts of her arms and legs are wrapped with make shift bandages. And when I say 'make shift', I mean ripped off parts of her shirt. She ran out of the house with nothing except her communicator (the thing followed her) so equipment? Nope, grabbed none. And where was she this week? Deep in the woods outside of town. REALLY DEEP.

Her steps were sluggish and choppy, like she didn't eat for a day or three. Then the device falls out of her hand, she obviously didn't give a shit about it and stopped in the middle of the town.

Where she suddenly slumped and passed out.]




((OOC: If replying by communicator, Sora will respond within a few hours. Commander HerpDerp will 'rescue' her but anyone doing action are welcome to find her after getting out of the middle of the street.))

Text

Aug. 3rd, 2012 09:08 pm
gochuugoku: (I have proof you owe me money America)
[personal profile] gochuugoku
[Today, everyone will find an invitation in the form of text on their comms.]

YOU ARE INVITED

Wang Yao

and

Anarchy Stocking

Request the honor of your presence at their marriage.

The ceremony will be held at the Mariner High School's gym, which can be found in Discedo between Marshall Street and Ingles Trail, on the 8th of August. All are welcome to join the couple's procession from their apartment to the gym in the morning, but the actual ceremony will begin at ten o'clock in the morning and the wedding feast will follow afterwards. All food and beverages will be free.

text;

Aug. 1st, 2012 12:36 pm
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[ There’s a post from Karkat’s communicator. Which is strange, considering how quiet he's been lately. By "quiet," I mean "dead." But no one's seen his body right? So maybe he survived the typhus? Yeah, that's the only explanation, otherwise he wouldn't be posting. ]

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MY NAME IS KARKAT FUCK.
NOW THAT MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN SUITABLY ASCERTAINED, IT’S FUCKING TIME TO GET TO SOME FUCKING BUSINESS FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

1) WHO HERE DO I HATE MORE SO THAN THE GENERAL HATE I HAVE FOR EVERYTHING THAT MOVES AND LOTS OF THINGS THAT DON’T MOVE?
PRONGS IN THE AIR, ASSHOLE. I WANT AN ACTUAL COUNT.
IF I’VE EVER SAID I HATE YOU IN GREAT DETAIL, JUST REMIND ME HERE.
POTENTIALLY WITH LINKS BECAUSE LINKS OR IT DOESN’T EXIST.

2) HAVE ANY OF YOU ASSHOLES KILLED ME BEFORE?
I’M INCREDIBLY DUMB SOMETIMES SO I DON’T REMEMBER THESE THINGS, SO I WOULD GREATLY APPRECIATE IT IN AN INCREDIBLY ANGRY MANNER IF YOU INFORMED ME OF THIS.

3) ALSO IF YOU’VE EVER INTRODUCED YOUR FIST TO MY FACE.
OR YOUR HOOF TO MY ASS.
OR ANYTHING EVEN REMOTELY SIMILAR TO A BEATING.
I FEEL LIKE THIS IS INFORMATION THAT I NEED TO KNOW.

4) FINALLY, WHAT THE FUCK HAVE I BEEN UP TO DURING THE LAST FEW HUMAN MONTHS.
THIS IS IMPORTANT INFORMATION THAT, YET AGAIN, BECAUSE I AM INFAMOUSLY STUPID, I’VE FORGOTTEN.

FUCK FUCK FUCK KARKAT SIGNING OFF FUCK ETC.
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Wowwww, an' here I thought everyone here kinda peaceful! Guess I was wrong, yer true colors are showin'. 'S called "Fortuna's First Great War (AD)"— [...] not the greatest ring to it, but I guess it'll have to do 'til I hear a better one. I've heard worse! So I'll be the neutral party an' swoop in at the last second on the clearly winnin' side. It's a great plan, dunno why more 'a ya nations don' try it more often. An' succeed.

But anyway, I've got somethin' more important, so stop fightin' over stupid shit for like five seconds an' listen up.

IT'S SASUKE'S BIRTHDAY TODAY.

Yep! Sasuke's!! I bet he'll say he wanted it to be a ~secret~, but don' listen to him cuz everyone's gotta know. So I hope ya can get yer gifts together in record timin' if ya didn'. Iunno why ya wouldn' want the attention 'bout that anyway, 's not like he's turning fifty or somethin'. [... most likely.]

Ya can drop 'em off at 1113 in Dissimulo.♪ Thanks!!
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[ The feed clicks on in an abandoned building. It is focusing on a small wooden table, light shining through the window behind it. For a place like this, it is somehow a rather nice image.

Sitting on this table is a loaf of bread.

After about ten seconds- gotta let you all soak in that bread- Jack walks into the frame, pulls up a little wooden chair, and sits facing the camera in a pose that may look familiar. On these small communicator screens, he may look like he's scowling. But anybody who looks and listens close will realize he's actually suppressing laughter. ]


I'm onto you, secret bread cult. [ he makes little quotes with his fingers on the "secret" ] I'm onto you.

[ and then he bursts out laughing.

comment on jack's continued bread-related adventures, discedo?? ]
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[personal profile] abstruse
((Audio;))
Father's day! Ah, a lovely day, I will say; remembering the male who, hopefully, raised us all with love and care. No, I'm not about to ask all of you about your fathers--I'm not really the intrusive sort, though...! I do have a sort of puzzle for all of you. It's one that I would love to tell my own father.


PUZZLE 011: Two masked men

The puzzle works like this. I'm going to tell you a scenario, and using yes or no questions you must deduce exactly what is happening in this situation. I can only answer yes or no--or other variants of those two answers--so make sure to ask the right questions! No limit to how many you ask, of course... Here's your scenario:

A man leaves home and, after making three left turns, he ends up back at home, and finds two masked men waiting for him.

So, can you deduce what's happening here?


((ooc; wow i forgot to add that this is audio. Okay whatever i just like my htmls.))

video

Jun. 11th, 2012 09:25 pm
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[China's all smiles as he gives a wave.]

Nihao! It has come to my attention that this year, or rather, in the year of 2012, the date for the Dragon Boat Festival is June twenty-third.

Activities for the Dragon Boat Festival include eating zongzi, drinking realgar wine, and racing dragon boats. There is also a game where one tries to make an egg stand at exactly noon, and if you succeed you will have luck for the next year.

I would like to bring this traditional Chinese holiday to Fortuna, especially the boat races if it is safe to go rowing on the lake, aru. Then of course I will prepare plenty of zongzi for others to eat.
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[ Hello, residents of Fortuna. This feed has turned on in what seems to be the middle of a conversation. Its participants seem to be discussing something Quite Serious, if their tone is to be believed. Let's listen in, shall we? ]

If you thought you were safe, you thought wrong. )

Hundre— Ah… is your comm on? Oi oi they're gonna see what we did to the ceiling!

That's cool, they're bound to find out eventually. Hey, Marco, d'you think people ship us too?

Oh, if they do, we should give them a show, eh? [ Pirate leer and leans in suggestively as he turns it off. ]
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Was that report needed? Especially at the end? Such information is not needed and especially to be described in that manner. How often does this happen?

Also, thank you all that came to my rescue. My injuries are healing and if there is a way that I can repay all of you for your kindness then please let me know. All that I can offer are my songs but I can try to find a way to properly repay you back.

Is my lord Brooke behaving himself?
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Well, look at this. Fresh verdure, artistically forwrought walkways, monsters a--((BANG))--plenty. It's a regular party here, isn't it? And really, I've never met a friendlier crowd. It says use this, but it seems it's only brought me more trouble that its worth each time....

Hold on--Damn these Malboro...

((The feed clicks off with another bang. When it returns, Balthier is feeling equally casual as when he'd started his message.))

There, I seem to have subdued the majority of my company, or at least for the time being. Now, to business: I hear a few voices coming from this radio; care to have a little chit chat any of you? Citizens of the empire, villagers of Jahara; Humes, Seeq, Bangaa alike. I don't rightly care one way or the other. So long as I can return to Balfonheim as soon as possible.

I'm really not in the mood. ((REALLY. not in the mood.))

( video )

Jun. 3rd, 2012 10:31 pm
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[ There's some fumbling as the video turns on, giving only a view of crumpled sheets, then a messy room. In the background is some slightly labored breathing, like the person recording has been running (or stumbling) around. The view stays skewed, facing a corner of the bedroom as America talks. ]

Aha! Finally found it! Okay. Man that took a while, haha! Someone decided to turn out the lights on the world. Ain't the first time in my life, and good thing is that this time it's not gas or bullets or pencils or nothing to make it hurt, but I gotta say that feelin' your way around is a helluva lot harder when you've only got one hand to do it with.

...Shit. Just realized. This think on voice recorder mode? If I'm talking when I should be writing–

[ The video switches over to voice, where some muttering can be heard, then text. ]

jjjjjbbbbbbjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµµ

[ Then back to video. Now it's facing America. He looks frustrated, but his gaze is blank, eyes staring off into nowhere. ]

–nd when I make mine it'll have voice control. No, better, it'll have something that'll talk back to you so you know that you're talking into it, and it'll be in a pleasant lady's voice.

[ SIGH. Then his frustrated expression flickers to something more vulnerable, almost like a nine year old that's afraid of the dark but too proud to go to his parents for reassurance. ]

...Anyone out there?
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( The feed opens up to an empty bed room. However if whoever is watching is to stay a few more seconds, they can hear two different voices yelling at each other. )

This part isn't that important. )( Not that anyone can see but Stocking changes quickly and appears in the feed. She sits down on the bed she and China share. She is followed by China and they both stare at the screen, both grabbing each other's hands. China begins to speak with a big blush on his face. )

Nihao...We both have a very important announcement that we would like everyone to hear, aru.

( Stocking faces China softly and stares at him lovingly. )

Well you see the thing is I really love Yao...a lot, and he loves me.

Y-Yes that is right. Also whether or not you noticed, Stocking has a ring on her finger. A wedding ring...I gave her that ring.

And I'm going to marry Yao, the one who gave me the ring.

( China's expression suddenly becomes confident. )

Yes.

So I, Wang Yao, and my fiancee, Anarchy Stocking, would like to invite family, friends, everyone to our engagement party and wedding.

So that's it. If anyone decides to fuck this up, I will murder you.

[OOC: That's right, they are getting married for those of you who didn't know. Also red is China and blue is Stocking. Feel free to have your character freak out or scream in joy. ]
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-- CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board I AM LITERALLY WASTING MINUTES OF MY LIFE TYPING OUT THIS BULLSHIT --

LET ME TELL YOU A TALE, DISCEDO, AND ALL THE UNFORTUNATE SOULS WHO WERE JUST TRANSPORTED HERE.
I PROMISE TO KEEP IT BRIEF.
LONG AGO I FOUGHT A BATTLE AGAINST A MIGHTY DEMON.
THE DARK DEPTHS OF HELL NAMED IT, ACCORDING TO THE WINCHESTER DUO, "OPOSSUM."
IT HAD TASTED MY BLOOD AND I HAD LIKEWISE TRIED TO BITE ITS FACE OFF
BUT BOTH OF US FAILED TO DESTROY THE OTHER.
WE WERE LOCKED IN A WALTZ OF HATE, AND DEATH WAS WAITING ON THE SIDELINES TO CUT IN.
WHEN I RETURNED TO MY OWN UNIVERSE AND WAS SUBSEQUENTLY SENT BACK HERE, I HAD HOPES THAT THE DEMON HAD PERISHED IN MY ABSENCE.
WITHOUT A PROPER SUPPLY OF SANDWICHES TO ROB AND TROLL SOULS TO WHITTLE AWAY IT SURELY COULD NOT SUSTAIN ITSELF.
OR SO I THOUGHT.
TODAY I REALIZED, TO MY HORROR, THE TRUE FATE OF THE MONSTROSITY:



IT HAS MULTIPLIED.

ITS OFFSPRING ARE CURRENTLY BEING HELD CAPTIVE.
POSSUM DEMON, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR YOU.
LET US SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

FACE ME OR I WILL FEED YOUR CHILDREN TO TEREZI.

BELIEVE ME I'M PRETTY SURE IF I SMOTHER THEM IN VARIOUS SAUCES SHE WILL SWALLOW THEM WHOLE.
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[Damian is sitting on the edge of a rooftop, staring at something off in the distance instead of the device in his hands. He's small and obviously quite young, even to the casual observer, and he's dressed in something dark and nondescript; his Robin's plumage of red, yellow and green is nowhere to be seen.]

[He looks like a faintly wary ten year old boy and nothing more. Ordinary. Harmless.]

So I guess this place is a bit like when Gotham became No Man's Land... except I don't know if even Wayne Enterprises could fix this mess. [He tilts his head, considering.] Especially not now.

[Eventually he looks down at the communicator, expression still thoughtful.]

Has anyone seen my big brother? I seem to have lost him. His name is Dick Grayson - ah, Richard - and he has dark hair and blue eyes like me. He likes bad puns, hugging, and telling people that he used to be an acrobat. [From the tone of his voice, it's fairly clear that Damian disapproves of all of these points.]

[Damian looks away again and plays with the communicator controls until the feed switches to voice only before adding, almost as an afterthought.]

... any information that anyone might have on the Batman would also be useful.

[And then he ends the transmission entirely.]
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[personal profile] entreats
[ Today Ange's device seems to have been hijacked, considering this feed is definitely coming from her frequency, yet she doesn't seem to be present at all on screen. Instead there's a black cat lying there - some people who know Ange might recognize it to be Ange's cat Bern-chan. So the current view looks more or less like this:

cut for image! )


The words aren't actually there, but the message seems to be radiating even through the communicators. Enough for someone to find it either extremely endearing or uncomfortable judging on the person..

Or maybe the cat made its way into your apartment in Discedo somehow rather than just being seen as a broadcast - Bern-chan has learned how to avoid most of the monsters after all this time. So enjoy that random cat lying on your bed/chair/table like that. ]
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