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[It had been awhile since Izaya's initial arrival here in Discedo and, contrary to what seemed to be a lot of the inhabitant's initial beliefs, for the most part the informant had been keeping his presence low. He wasted his days away by eavesdropping in on other's conversations, hacking locks (really, Shizu-chan? Sakura-san? Only 50%~?), and by doing whatever else was necessary to pick up some dismal, possibly useless, bit of knowledge that this place offered in relation to its inhabitants.

Which is why, if one were to wonder how Izaya wound up in this specific tree at this specific time, you could believe his claims of Shizuo chasing him up it like some yapping mutt or you could conclude that his endeavors were finally paying off.]

What do you think is necessary to push someone over that ambiguous, forbidden edge?

[Izaya's voice is low and yet there is still that echo of amusement within it as the video screen flickers on. However instead of the informant all you can see is a tree's branches blocking him out of sight from the two standing upon the ground some odd distance away.]

In this place where the only people we can trust are each other what would happen if that trust is betrayed? When a fragile mind finally snaps beneath the pressure and becomes a threat to us all?

[As the camera focuses the figures of Sasuke and Turkey become more defined. Sasuke's stance is clearly combative, chokuto already drawn and eyes trained solely upon his current target. Izaya's voice falls silent, like that of a memory long passed, when the observer becomes unable to focus upon anything more but the body of the avenger as Sasuke darts forward -- because naturally he makes the first move -- with average speed and abilities kept in check. Because of this, the nation parries easily, the metal clashing with a shower of sparks. He's almost smirking as he flicks his wrist to dislodge the swords from each other, sidestepping then to make a swing at Sasuke's side.]

Whose fault could be claimed in that moment when life and death hang upon the edge for them both? Do we seek out vengeance for the one defeated or believe the story of the survivor as we embrace the killer back into our midst?

[Turkey's blow is also met thanks to a sudden shift to a reverse grip, though it's not a favorable angle at which to defend. For a moment Sasuke does nothing, gaze flickering to Turkey and then to those swords as if he's made some sort of decision. And then, in a single instant, where the shinobi once was there is nothing at all. A flicker of an image is there in front of his opponent before suddenly appearing behind him, purposefully not allowing for time to react. Just as quickly seen is a spark of electricity darting along that chokuto before it's thrust forward into Turkey's back.

Turkey remains still for the moment, stunned. He reaches up to touch where the blade juts through his chest, but stops short; expression turning into one of a grimace as he wrenches himself away and begins to turn on the spot.

H-Hey, what the fuck, Sasuke--!!

[ The only auditory response Turkey's exclamation was granted is the crackle of electricity as the voltage is increased, traveling along the length of the sword and the blood now coating it. For the second attack there's no hesitation, and this time Sasuke is sure not to miss his spine. And he doesn't. His eyes are red when he meets Turkey's.

The nation means to say something more, but there's only blood; his scimitar falling inaudibly into the dirt, with its owner soon to follow. He doesn't get up.


[Izaya's laugh is a low, a mirthful chuckle that quickly grows in volume as the camera is flicked towards his own smiling face.]

Say, what do you think everyone? Is forgiveness the correct route? And if we forgave would we be able to forget the look on Turkey-san's face as he crumpled to the ground at Sasuke-san's feet?

I suppose the decision is up to you.

[And then the feed suddenly cuts off]
liquidate: they were right when they said we were breathing underwater (141 ❝ooh you set my soul alight)
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[ The feed turns on abruptly.

Lo and behold, two unlikely people stand in front of the camera, clearly unaware they've just gone live. By the way Suigetsu's standing, it's extremely clear the mind inside doesn't belong to the original body.

Sakura's figure, on the other hand, is pulling a very sassy pose. Hands on her hips, wearing a very uncharacteristic pout.

Okay, that's the plan. Did that sink in or do I need to fucking spell it out for you? It really isn't that hard to understand!

Yeah, I got it, I don't need another lecture from you.

Look, bitch. If this works, I won't have to see your ugly mug ever again. So shut up and concentrate.

[ There's a scoff from Sakura as she turns away and Suigetsu does the same, creating a lengthy distance between them in the apartment. They lean forward, sink low into a running stance. ]


[ They sprint at one another and the eventual impact resounds throughout the room with a loud splash and a deafening THUD. It's obvious that slamming into one another to make their souls jump back into their respective bodies was absolutely retarded.

So now Sakura had been reduced to nothing but a scattered puddle on the floor and Suigetsu is crumpled on the ground holding his large, bruised forehead, having crashed into the opposing wall.


[ Dramatic pause. ]


[ *Note: Suigetsu is pink text and Sakura is blue. The accounts "pinking" and "hydraulic" will be used respectively. ]
liquidate: they were right when they said we were breathing underwater (37 ❝come mothers and fathers)
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[ The video clicks on and there sits Suigetsu against a blank wall, looking proud of himself. ]

Guess who's baaack! Yeah, bitches, my chip is out and I am feeling fucking fantastic right about now. So I thought it was high time I introduced myself to anyone who missed my arrival... or to those who wanna hear my name again, heh!

[ He throws his hands behind his head and grins broadly, sharp teeth shining in the dim light. ]

I'm Hōzuki Suigetsu and I have a passion for blades. You know me now, I don't really want to know you, but let's talk business and pretend we're mutually benefitting from our conversation! I'm a collector of rare and valuable swords. And I mean good quality things, none of this dented, chipped and broken shit, understand?

Any and all information will interest me; I have nothing to give to you in return - willingly or otherwise. But who knows. Maybe there's someone out there who is just plain damn nice~

Suigetsu, out!

[ For those who do not understand Japanese, there's a text following the video: ]

I'm looking for swords and their owners, any info helps a lot~
And I mean decent swords. No obvious junk or useless pieces of rust.
There are pretty exotic ones around this place, I can feel it. >:}

[ *Note: Suigetsu is suffering from being entirely truthful and complete obedience! ]
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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.))
unconchonable: (so dicks you say)
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i dont rightly feel i owwe anyone wwho might be residin in this place a damn introduction but ill alloww this one exception
be grateful
im eridan ampora prince a hope and i knoww damn wwell i deservve a full explanation elucidatin wwhere and wwhy im in this wworld
this is hardly evven wwithin a close proximity a wwhere i should be and wwhile im not outright complainin about these unexpected turn of evvents i feel it wwithin my fuckin right to be informed a wwhere i am and wwhy
is there evven anyone i knoww here
ivve my staggerin doubts on that though
pretty damn sure theyre all back on that horrid meteor wwith their alienatin pretentious self-absorbed attitudes
or maybe just dead
either wway is this evven truly reachin anyone
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[That is a wonderful video feed of...dirt. That is. Dirt. By golly, dirt sure is interesting.

The sound of scratching is heard and you can guess that whatever Dave is doing, it's dragging the phone across the ground.
] Jesus dicks. How the flying fuck does this even work.

Hey, uh. This is on right? I'm pretty much fucked if it isn't. If anyone can come pick me up, I'm in the cemetery. I'm basically a sitting duck right now. Haha, that's actually kind of ironic right now. But yeah. John? Actually, anyone really. It would be pretty much the most appreciated thing since slice bread if I could get some help.

[There's a long line of cussing and some stumbling noises followed by a thud.] So, I'll just chit chat with you guys while I wait for my ride. I'm totally missing an entire days worth of time and hey, today I woke up part chicken. I think this is going to be a pretty swell week. And by swell, I mean really shitty.

[OOC: Dave is back from an anonymous chip removal! He's part bird for the week.]
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[ Hong Kong has his comm set up for a completely intentional, confessional style video. He's not wandering around or flicking things into buckets of water or filming himself blowing something up. Well, he ought to do that eventually, but not today. ]

So, hey. I didn't realize it yesterday because of all the celebrating and stuff, but it looks like it's been a year since I got here. Doesn't really feel like it. I mean, I seriously never thought I was gonna be here for that long.

Even though it's not that long, I guess. Anyway, I'm just posting this because I kinda wanted to say thanks to everyone. I know this place is like, super ridiculous sometimes, but there's a lotta people who work hard to make it better for us.

So, thanks.

And don't laugh, okay? I'm being serious here.

[ With that, he looks aside, seeming kind of embarrassed. He then ends the feed. ]
liquidate: they were right when they said we were breathing underwater (61 ❝the messages i tried to send)
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[ The communicator clicks on. Immediately the sound of dripping, a hollow sort of clawing and then a loud splash crackles through the speakers. ]

No, I don't want to record, how do I- can't turn this off, where's the button for this... shit, this is embarrassing. Ah, whatever. [ Suigetsu has had no shame for the majority of his life anyway, why start feeling sheepish now? It's clear, however, that the communicator is half-submerged in water held in what appears to be a bathtub. It's why the audio is muffled, why the video is bubbly and obscure.

He tries to gather his liquid form up, managing a head and shoulders, but his skin is oozing and he drops right back down again. The most he can handle at the moment is getting his chin above the surface, hair fanning out around him.

Fuck this!




[ For anyone in 1113 in Dissimulo, Suigetsu might need some help. He's feeling kind of hungry and a lot bored. He doesn't mind whining like a little bitch about his condition, especially to his teammate. There's a long pause before he decides to try him again. ]

Sasuke, answer me, I know you're out there! You can't avoid me forever!

[ He splashes around for a bit, mouth submerged so he can blow tiny, angry bubbles. Then he resorts to more indirect methods. Soon, he may explore the pipes, but for now, he settles into his porcelain basin. ]

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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.


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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[ For those who want an action post, you’ll find Terezi all about Discedo, acting out an intense COURTBLOCK DRAMA with a variety of rocks, twigs, and other shit she's colored on. The stage: a courtroom, with an imposing chalk-doodle on a building serving as the PRIME ADJUDICATOR. Terezi is the prosecution and executioner, as emphasized by homemade nooses hanging from the surrounding trees. There is no defense.

Over the course of night, Terezi will be putting her random assortment of shit on trials for many different crimes and will probably drag you into her roleplay if you approach. Even if you don’t watch, and your main goal is to get the fuck out of the way, she will still try to drag you in.

For those who would prefer a video post, Terezi will be broadcasting the best part of her roleplay scenario: the hangings. Periodically throughout the night, she’ll begin a video and announce a brief:

"Senator Berrytush of the Cotton Candy Forests, for corruption and contempt of the court, you are sentenced to be hanged until death!"


""Madame de l’Applesnuggle, nefarious treasons against the Empire and BenfromLost the Flipperbeast, you are sentenced to death! Accept your fate with dignity and grace!"

before tying the nooses around whatever inanimate object she’s decided is a criminal to her makeshift gallows (read: buildings/trees/shit) and hanging it. All trials end in death. Justice has been served.


Jul. 10th, 2012 12:48 am
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"Use this"? How am I supposed to use this piece of trash...?

[groangroangroan whiiine. the kid looks displeased, as do 90% of the people who first arrive here. he taps the red light with a gloved finger, continues to glare into its camera.]

... Right. So there's obviously peopl—

[he breaks off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing. turning, the camera swivels with him to catch sight of a department store and then his apparent cause for alarm*. but mental berating aside for not noticing the thing before it's literally within meters of him, yukio smiles. glances at the camera and tucks it into a coat pocket. enjoy the view of darkness for a while. calmly:]

Invaders must die.

[nope. she continues to move strangely, her crying more audible, it's as if it's she that's yet to notice him.]

What the hell.. I said, 'invaders must die'!

[a thud. the scraping of claws against broken cement, yukio taking a few faltering steps backward.]


[WHAM. the recording ends.]
liquidate: they were right when they said we were breathing underwater (18 ❝wherever you roam)
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[ It takes him a while, but he figures out how to turn the feed on. He's been trying for hours, after all. It's high time he makes his debut. ]

Heh. Gotcha. [ The sharp bite of a laugh comes from the mouth of pointy teeth aimed at the camera, a pair of violet eyes creasing as they narrow. He pulls the device away from him a distance, holding it out so the viewers can get a good look at who they're dealing with. There's something laying dead behind him, a smear of red on his cheek. And he doesn't look amused, despite the dry smirk he's wearing. ]

Finally decided to work, huh? Guess I should really figure out where I am, I'm beat… [ Maybe walking around aimlessly was a bad idea. Now he's even more lost. ] Ahhh, those idiots definitely ditched me again. I rest for one second and gone… what am I chopped liver?

[ Out of habit he sucks on the straw of his water bottle, looking away a moment to think. ] I'm getting real tired of this game.

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