004 | Mustang | July 18, evening | Shadow | VIDEO

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[The video feed is scratchy and the lighting is no good, but the transmission SEEMS to be coming from a room...

Or is it a butcher's shop? There's a lot of buckets with suspicious-looking stuff, and all of them surround what appears to be Roy Mustang sitting cross-legged on the floor an arm's length from the PDA, which appears to be on the floor. He's bent over double, and rather vehemently scribbling something down in a notebook. Every now and then, however, he'll stop and snap his fingers a couple of times. Snap, snap, snap, then a frown at his own hand, and then back to writing.]


...And if this occurs, bang. Chain reaction. Next event, new possibilities.


[Snap, snap, snap. A disgusted sound, then back to writing.]


Lack of flame. Anti-alchemist magic? Is that even possible? Plans may be derailed. Cannot afford that. Too much at stake. Too much lost as it is.



[Vehement scribbling. 'Roy' pauses, as if in thought. Then, when he speaks again, he does so softly, with brief pauses for breath or to jot down more.]


Oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, phosphorus, potassium, sulfur, sodium, chlorine, magnesium, iron, fluorine, zinc, silicon, rubidium, strontium, bromine, lead, copper, aluminum, cadmium, cerium, barium, iodine, tin, titanium, boron, nickel, selenium, chromium, manganese, arsenic, lithium, cesium, mercury, germanium, molybdenum, cobalt, antimony, silver, niobium, zirconium, lanthanium, gallium, tellurium, yttrium, bismuth, thallium, indium, gold, scandium, tantalum, vanadium, thorium, uranium, samarium, beryllium, tungsten...


[Tap tap tap, goes the pen. Snap snap snap go the fingers.]


From most to least. Measurements accurate. Perfectly accurate. Elements of life. Possibilities.

Tempted once. Tempted again, even in the face of failure.


['Roy' goes perfectly still. Then, his head turns abruptly, zoning onto the PDA and whoever happens to be watching him. He doesn't have his eyepatch, revealing a network of scars marring the blind eye.]


Odd, isn't it, what one wishes he could do if only to atone. To say goodbye.


[He reaches over and cuts the feed off.]






(ooc: GOT MOD PERMISSION TO BREAK INTO BUTCHER'S SHOP. Hit me up if you guys want to run into this one, or help Roy find him or something idk!)

003 | X-23 | Shadow | VIDEO

[kidkittyclaws.livejournal.com]

[When the feed comes on, it does so with a clatter - almost as if it was dropped, and the power accidentally came on. Hear the sound of a body being dragged across the floor. See the broken and battered figure of Laura being dragged away from the PDA, unconscious and in terrible shape. Her claws are out; the knuckles are bleeding, of course...

...And the person dragging her away appears to be Laura as well, from the build, the long hair and the fact that the hand holding Laura by the collar of her shirt also has small claws protruding from them.

The other Laura drags the body of Laura a fair distance away before tossing her into a whole bunch of trash cans; from the looks of the PDA feed and the terrible fog, they're outside. Dull thud, then the footsteps get closer as the other Laura comes back to the PDA.

She crouches low, peering at it. Then, her eyes narrow.]


Eliminate all evidence. Leave no trace.


[Her palm presses up against the screen. A moment later, the transmission ends.]





(ooc: Aaaaand I got permission to get Laura's ass kicked by her own Shadow. Whoever is interested in finding her or helping her out is welcome - they're somewhere outside. Shadow!Laura is waiting for her other self to wake up in order to start the ass-kicking up again, so expect resistance!)

♥ → [ fourth ] || [ SHADOW ] || [video]

[antiakuma.livejournal.com]

[The feed clicks on as the PDA apparently topples over onto the floor, displaying low angled shot of a room lit from rather tacky purple-glass light hanging from the ceiling that coats the the area in an odd, sickly pinkest hue.

In the middle of the room is a poker table, playing cards and chips thrown carelessly across the top of it. In one of the chairs around the table sits a figure draped in a long black coat with the hood pulled far down over their face. Some may recognize it as the coat worn by Exorcists of the Black Order along with their third uniforms. The cloak-like garb is wrapped tightly around the figure, concealing almost all of their body from view except for a gap in the clothes from his nose to his chin. And their right arm which is lazily toying with a pack of cards, producing small fans and flourishes with relative ease.

Throughout the whole of the feed the figure at the poker table is completely silent. There is the noise of the cards being shuffled and fanned, reshuffled and then fanned again. A strangely detached and muffled kind of eerie laughter can be heard from another room, the kind that is of adults who are a little intoxicated and flirtatious. The figure at the table pauses in the shuffling for a half second and then resumes again.]

... I never asked for this.

八; voice.

[closedmarket.livejournal.com]

[exhausted, slightly exasperated and a bit on the whispering side, as though he can't be bothered to speak clearly (or doesn't notice he isn't).]

Shadows.

You must be bad at finding your other selves, aru. How... many of you are there?

And what is everyone else doing?

004

[adudeindistress.livejournal.com]

[Outside in Death City, the place is still foggy as ever and there a couple of people wandering around to find whoever is lost. However, for little Romano, there happens to be lots of screaming involved. The video shows two versions of himself; the shadow one happens to be sleeping and the real one is trying to wake him up by shaking him back and forth.]

Wake the fuck up already! It's your fault isn't it?!

But I don't wanna...it's so nice outside....

You're in the middle of the fucking fog, t-tell me how to get the hell out of here!

zzZzzzz...Sppaaaiinnn

GODDAMNIT!

Tenth Pawprint | Voice

[parolagiuoco.livejournal.com]

So many Shadows...

Chie-chan, Yosuke, Nao-chan, S-Sensei, what do we do...?

[OOC: So uh Teddie has been sleeping, so... he doesn't know that Chie's gone orz.]

sixth entry || video || shadow || "The Midnight Channel"

[crackingcases.livejournal.com]

[This addition to the Shadows' messages occurs late at night and is surprisingly forceful in its attempts to have anyone and everyone receive it. When watched, the PDA's screen temporarily crackles and buzzes with white noise as a fuzzy picture slowly becomes clear.

The room that appears is not readily identifiable as somewhere within the confines of Death City. It looks like a scene out of an kid's adventure movie; a mad scientist's lair complete with bubbling test tubes and vats of glowing liquid - or so it seems at first glance. Under close inspection it becomes readily apparent that the 'set' is nothing more than that. It could be a commandeered toy store or a small grocery, but either way it is not really an underground lab, for all that it has been made over in an attempt to create that atmosphere.

There is a moment's pause while the 'camera' simply sits, allowing the viewer to take in the scene. Perhaps most prominent is what appears to be a metal counter, bathed in bright light, and on which an unconscious form is limply laying, tied down with lengths of bungee chord. The bound figure, possessing that distinctive blue cap, is clearly Naoto Shirogane to those who know him. A second later, and an individual wearing a long white lab-coat steps before the picture, blocking view of the prisoner. This too appears to be Naoto, but it bears those distinctive yellow eyes and a cunning, leering grin.]

Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Tonight you will all bear witness to the Experiment of the Century - an event in which a strange and wondrous transformation will undoubtedly occur. Truth will be crafted from lies and deception and once questionable hearsay will molded into undeniable fact. I'm sure that you all wait with bated breath...no less so my assistant in this endeavor. [He nods to the mostly unseen figure on the table behind him.] That is correct. Tonight I will be both experimenter and experimentee in this most unprecedented of opportunities.

[Golden eyes flash, looking up at the camera. The Shadow seems amused by something, some inner joke. He chuckles darkly as he steps back slightly. The real Naoto's shape comes back into view once more. The Shadow lifts a drill in one had, activating the tool once before lifting a doctor's scalpel in the other and twirling it expertly. He looks to the slightly shifting figure on the table, a keen glint in his golden eyes.]

Well then. [His smile widens.] Shall we begin?

((Mod approved ^^ ))

02 | SHADOW | VIDEO

[chaotic-daemon.livejournal.com]

[ Feed clicks on, and the first thing seen is a pair of golden eyes. Then the video jerks away abruptly, clattering to the ground, though still upright in position. A golden gauntlet that looks like a claw slams in front of the video, coming dangerously close to scratching it. What is visible of the room is messy--gouged marks on the walls, cracked lights, furniture overturned. ]

Lucrecia.

You chose him over me. Why?

As long as you were happy then I was all right with it? [ Humourless, hollow laughter ] Why did I say that?

You should have told me that I simply was not good enough. Was that it?

Was I nothing to you?

I became a monster because I cared. My life was taken away from me because of that.

And yet I was regarded as nothing by you.

[ The device is picked up, and all of sudden his voice changes. He brings it close to his face, emphasizing the gleam of the yellow eyes. ]

I don't care about any of you. If you think that I am human, you are wrong. You cannot even begin to fathom what I am.

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN. DO YOU HEAR?

[Switch again. The communicator shakes in his tight grip as he lowers it. ]

I'm...just a host for four demons. My body cannot age. I cannot die. Do you think immortality is something desirable? Have you lived for three decades with bloodthirsty demons shouting for you to kill? Have you tried to kill yourself only to come back to life? Have you endured sleepless nights, longing for rest?

This is my punishment...for eternity.

[ ooc: Going ahead with Shadow!Vincent. He'll resemble both 1) Chaos in personality/character (Bloodthirsty, crazy, etc, with berserk tendencies) with influences from the other three demons inside his head and 2) an exaggerated form of himself (cue emo!Vincent) and switches between the two of them. I'm using redemptionless to answer comments and for icons. ]