Feb. 3rd, 2010

[identity profile] 50starhero.livejournal.com
[There is a glowing eyed figure sitting in a rather comfy looking chair with a large American flag hanging in the background. The room is poorly lit, but other than that, the angle of the camera doesn't give many other clues as to where this post is being made from. ...wait. Whut? Is that America? What on earth is he wearing??? Is that...? Is that a black cape? Seriously? He looks all dressed up in some sort of ridiculous superhero costume. Or rather...]

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Salutations, Death City! How are you on this glorious, action-filled day? Feeling tired yet? Scared? Everyone seems to be having so much fun going around saving their fellow sheep and playing the hero, after all!

What a joke.

The "hero"? [sneer] Tell me, what does the "hero" get for winning a game like this? An ego boost? In the end, good deeds are never enough. People just point out how you could have done better. It's not enough to try hard to do the right thing, is it? But then again, what more can you expect when your only reason for doing good is 'cause it benifits you, right? What a lame excuse for glory and justice.

I'm tired of playing that part, so I cast myself into a more suiting role. It's best to be honest with one's self, after all. The Villain always has more fun anyway.


[a showy hand flourish in the direction of the PDA's lens reveals that this America is holding some sort of remote control with a big red button right in the center]

There is a bomb located somewhere in Death City. Alfred F. Jones, you have until 11:00 tonight to find me and put a stop to it or... BOOM. I'll show the World how much a fake you really are.


[ooc:  mod greenlit, I should mention that Villain!Shadow!America is actually bluffing about the bomb thing, btw.]
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[personal profile] thebestandwurst
[Video flips on for a few seconds before Germany curses and puts it to voice. You can see for a moment there that he's been beaten up a fair bit, like he's been on the losing end of a bar fight. Bruises on his face, one eye swollen shut, split lip, split skin on cheekbone, a welt under an eye, dried blood under his nose and ear. Not looking so handsome there! And mighty panicky, too.]

[Voice]

What is going on? Why is the church burning and where is my brother? Ungarn is also not in the Communal, as well as a number of others. How many shadows have infested the city? Italien and I have just run into ours, but they have been driven off.
[identity profile] endlessmagic.livejournal.com
[ the video feed starts off - and Beatrice is currently in the room she's staying. Her voice is quiet, and the words are silent. yet, her voice only wavers slightly. just a little. yet, she chants to words over and over again. expecting some kind of result --

-- but there's something different about her from her first video post. Whether it's the bizarre way her eyes glow, or how quiet her demeanor currently is... ]


Come, try to remember. What form did you take?

Surely, it was a very beautiful form.

Come, try to remember. What form did you take?

Surely, it was a very beautiful form.

Come. Try to remember--

... Surely, it was the very form of a man who would do nothing then disappoint his opponent. A form that's left off better as nothing but a scrap of meat.

[ she goes silent. and slowly, she scowls. she walks over to pick up one of one of her own possessions left on one of his nightstands--

And tosses it, the fragile object shattering. ]


Liar.

Humans are weak.

There is nothing more untrustworthy than a human's promise.

[ and she turns to leave the room. ]

Incompetent, indeed.
[identity profile] levelofreason.livejournal.com
[When the video feed comes on, "Erika"...is seen sitting at a small table in a badly lit room.  The light flickers occasionally, swaying back and forth, but there is something strange about the scene.  There are crumpled, discarded, torn-out pieces of lined paper strewn all around the table.  The girl looked fairly manic, her eyes wide, her expression one of thrill.]

Ushiromiya Eva in the lounge with the revolver!  Ushiromiya Natsuhi in the hall with the knife!!

[She laughs to herself, crumpling up the paper and throwing it onto the floor.]

Perfect, perfect, not even the murderer's own scheme is as wonderful as my flawless theory!  It would be so much easier for them if I were to give them the perfect crime ahead of time!  Then they wouldn't be nearly as pathetic when I tore them apart!

[What she's writing aren't theories to solve crimes, though...they're detailed plans for carefully constructed murders.]
[identity profile] mansae.livejournal.com

[ Korea hasn't been around for awhile. It's not going to be a kind reunion, though you could probably tell that by the golden eyes and sharp smirk, contrary to his normal expression. Even his speaking is deeper and the curl? Well it's lifeless. ]

[ As for where he is, the shelves he's lounging against should look familiar. They're the very same Japan was shown against earlier, just shown from a different angle where his PDA sits. Seems like he's tracing Japan's steps. ]

Worried about me yet, Japan? That's right, that's right... I knew you would be. We're so close... You know, you've always been my favorite. The only things China has worth taking are the things you use. Besiiides, I can always get him to do whatever I want. All of them. Yeah, they're important, but not like you.

[ Korea shifts against the shelves, smooth and gentle first, but then becomes violent and breaks them. Tsundere doesn't even begin to cut this. ]

...It's not fair. You always make it first, everybody always says your things work best, you're the one everybody likes... What about me, huh? What about me?

[ He picks up one of the broken pieces, holding it close. ]

And I love you so much...