Jan. 9th, 2010

[identity profile] cutting-trigger.livejournal.com
( So tired. )

This isn't my war.

( I've already got enough on my plate. )

Sorry.

( I can't take care of myself right now. Don't think you can rely on me. )





[ All bubbles are silent. ]
[identity profile] afairhero.livejournal.com
[The device flickers on and there’s a moment of silence before a small sound of recognition in the background] Here we go..

I gotta say. This isn’t what I was expecting.. [a small pause]

Out of one war and tossed into another one. A guy never can get a break. Not that I’m gonna say no to a second chance like this one but it woulda been nice to know ahead of time what I’d get here.. [sigh]

Anyway. All of this still sounds a bit weird and it’ll… take a bit to adjust to. Kinda weird knowing you’re supposed to technically be dead..




[[ooc: that strike is muttered btw~]]
[identity profile] endlessmagic.livejournal.com
... A war, is it?

[ There's not pause between her words before Beatrice cackles. ]

I will applaud the fool who would have enough power within them to tear a witch from her game, however.. ... To summon a witch to a place to fight against her own kind! Kyahahahah! How nice, how nice. Has one with such power summoned the wrong creature here? Or... perhaps they would take amusement in something so asinine. Hoh. They have little idea of just who they have called forth to this place!

[ A pause. ]

However, this place does not bore me. ... A pity that my gameboard has been left to be abandoned. [ Despite her words, she doesn't sound disappointed in the least. She hums lightly. ] But, staying in this kakera will not do at all. There are other matters at hand, you see?
[identity profile] nothealien.livejournal.com

[There is a fumbling for a while and streaks of varying blues across the video screen; then a few mumbled curses in English.] Stupid thing why are the keys so small-

[Then! An image of Jake. He certainly is a sight to behold, looking like some strange blue cat-human hybrid. He blinks at the screen and raises an eyebrow.] Oh, it’s on! Jesus that only took forever.

…Um. [He blinks at the screen, looking a little awkward. For obvious reasons.] So I got the lowdown on the situation here- at least if you wanna even call it that. I figure this has already been covered in the ‘Welcome to Nowhere’ FAQ but I need. To really get back home.

[He looks off, ears flicking back in slight distress.] …Nevada, right? Guess there’s not much hope in finding a forest around here. Outstanding.

[He’s still surveying the area when his thumb slips and accidentally presses a button that cuts off the video feed.]
[identity profile] brosukee.livejournal.com
[At some point while he was fiddling, he got the sound on. So while he continues to fiddle with this cool new PDA, have some mumbling.]

Goddamn weird that's what this all is. I mean come on, can't a guy catch a break? Jeez, I thought all this stuff was over with after--

[Video flickers on! Yosuke is still kind of muttering to himself. He probably didn't even notice that it's recording him.]

I guess this place really isn't Inaba. Man, I'd been hoping it was just some elaborate practical joke. My life sucks. I was supposed to be working soon too! Shit, my dad's gonna be so pissed.

[He looks around, and the sky catches his attention.]

Oh huh, that looks kind of like it could be one of Souji's personas. Weird.


[ooc: if you talk to him, he will be surprised!!! He's kind of off in his own world haha.]
[identity profile] bulletcarnage.livejournal.com
[Well hello there, Death City network! Why yes, yes that is part of Heine's face you can see. Well, if you've seen him around it's pretty obvious who it is even in part, if not it's just part of someone's considerably pale face, a strikingly red eye and a few wisps of pure white hair. Aside from that, the lens is covered by a hand since he seems to be adjusting it. In the background of the feed there's a lackadaisical, supremely unworried voice.

What're you doin'?

When Heine steps back the shot is of part of a hallway, the top of a stairwell, and a red-headed guy wearing an eye patch who's clearly ignoring the NO SMOKING sign nearby. Some may well recognise it as the Casualty Communal, but which floor is anyone's guess from this shot. Heine straightens then, glancing around before shoving his hands into his pockets.

The two of them just stand there for a little while. Badou smokes. Finally Heine speaks.]


So. There's a bunch'a theories going around about how you find out if you're a Weapon or a Meister. Wanna find out which you are?

[Badou takes a drag off his smoke and an unhurried exhale, still completely unsuspecting.] Hm? Oh, sure, I guess.

[Heine nods toward the stairs.] Look down there.

[Yeahhh, some people may already know the punch line of this one.

Badou looks. And Heine plants a unceremonious boot right into Badou's backside.

The red-head's arms windmill comically for about three seconds as he teeters, trying desperately to maintain his balance. And then he topples head over feet, arms akimbo, in a blur of hair and flying cigarette and limbs and no few colourful expletives.]


Oh! Ah! Ow! Shit! Goddamn! Son-of-a--! Ow! That'll leave a mark! Ah!

[And then, all of a sudden, there is a cacophonous BOOM! with an attendant flurry of brilliant flashes: lights and sparkles and smoke, as though someone just dropped a lit match into a fireworks factory. Simultaneously, Heine jumps back, arms flailing and his head ducking down, trying to avoid the eruption of pyrotechnics from the stairwell. This flailing is accompanied with a particular half-exclamation before something flies into the lens of the PDA and the feed goes dead.]

FU--!!
smokeeasy: (Oh Heine)
[personal profile] smokeeasy
[About 30 seconds after the feed on Heine's communicator cuts out, Badou's flickers into life. But it's not the redhead's face that comes into view. It's his utterly thoughtful and considerate best friend. (Apparently the communicator fell out of Badou's pocket as he tumbled down the stairs.)]

So. Where do you get a new PDA if yours becomes...unusable?

[In the background, lying on the floor with one end still propped up on the last step, is a garishly purple and yellow weapon that looks vaguely cannon-like. Heine glances over his shoulder at the cannon and scratches the back of his head.]

... Guess that answers that question.


[OOC: So Heine's communicator is shot, thus Heine and Badou will both be replying via Badou's (Badou will start commenting once he manages to revert to his human self which will...probably happen after a couple of minutes). We'll still be using our own journals to keep things as clear as possible, but IC it will all be coming through on a single feed.

Also, should anyone wish, this racket is likely audible throughout the entire building, but especially for people on the second and third floors since that's where this madness started and finished. Feel free to come yell gawk at them in person if you'd prefer. Edit: Ooops, sorry, almost forgot to mention that one of the effects of Badou's weapon form is that the smoke from the gun is calming to anyone who breathes it in. Just FYI if you're dropping by to visit.]
[identity profile] zodiaconigiri.livejournal.com

[A very soft voice comes on that sounds rather timid.]

Oh no..I..where am I? I know I was just finishing dinner then I appeared here..Maybe this is a dream! But..it doesn’t feel like a dream.

[The video is accidently turned on and a rather petite girl appears on the screen. She is looking at the PDA in curiousity and moves it around to study it.]

Wow what is this? It looks sort of like Shigure-san’s cell phone…AH!
[the camera is back to her face and she smiles.]
It’s a camera too!..[blinks and peers closely.]

its recording.. OH NO! I-I’m sorry uhm..maybe I should record a message and someone might get it.
Kidnapper-san? [blinks]

H-Hello out there! I’m Tohru Honda its very nice to meet you..[ she bows and stands up straight again]
I—I think I’m terribly lost you see—. I awoke in this dark room somewhere, though kidnapper-san was very nice to inform me!...although I'm not sure how to find my way out.
 I’m—OH NO THE FOOD! [she seems to look frazzled now.] Oh no I hope Kyo-kun or maybe Sohma-san or Shigure-san know that dinner is still on the stove! Or what if the house burns down because of it? No no it won’t! araa but the food might get ruined and then the boys won’t have anything to eat! AH! If I’m here then how will I help make dinner or clean? Oh no oh no Mom what am I going to do? I need to get home fast!