[01 → video]

[storm-of-ise.livejournal.com]

[the PDA switches on, first to Voice and then, as its owner changes her mind, to Video.

the image of a young woman who might look familiar to some of you comes on to the screen, and she's not looking her best. the cut lip and half-healed bruises on her face hint at what's happened to her, and the almost hidden marks that peek out from under her collar have their own story to tell, too.

still, her expression is steady, her head held high, her posture straight and when she speaks, her voice is calm if a little clipped]

This is Arashi Kishuu. I arrived here some time ago, though circumstances have... [she grimaces] brought me away.

It seems more time has passed than I was aware of. [and it has. so many new posts, so many new people it seems.

she hesitates. there's a lot of things she wants to ask, to say, but instead, she settles on just this:]

Would anyone know if my old belongings were stored somewhere? It seems they've found me a new apartment.

[and that's all. just before she turns the PDA off, you see an image of her slumping down a bit, her shoulders hunched tiredly]

o1. voice.

[kuce.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[small intake of breath.]

Okay. Like. The fog's great and all, "have to stay here to stay safe," so on, so on, whatever, whatever, and I guess I can totally relate to this whole witch problem except not, and, sure, fine, waking up in a chamber is completely lame, and this place is pretty dumb overall, especially since it's trying to, like, get in the way of what I am- fat chance of that working-- but, okay. Like.

That mall?

Had better change its name.

Right now.

I would never shop there. How in the world are you supposed to have fun with signs like that all over the place?

[a slightly shaky exhale, finally, and though his voice is completely steady, you might get the impression he's nervous as a snowball in hell.]

[01. voice]

[flaming-for-yuu.livejournal.com]

- so this is how you...?

[There is the sound of an officious throat-clearing.]

Well then. If anyone reasonable is out there, I want to hear more about this "war." Is it true that we can't go home until it's resolved?

And is the fog actually dangerous? I'm not about to take the word of a bunch of humans for it....

Transmisson 02 - Video // Late Night

[beetlecave.livejournal.com]

[The video clicks on with a fairly serious looking teenager on the screen.]

Hey! Everyone that's stuck at Shibusen, listen up for a second!


The head honchos in charge want everyone to vacate the area, like now. Don't ask me why, but they were pretty serious so I guess something's about to go down.

Anyway, you new guys? Me and a friend are gonna take you to the Communal place where it should be safe so just follow us. Comprende?



[ooc: By friend he's meaning Tim aka Robin, both of which offered to help lead new people to the communal once they get in because they're nice and superheroes. Anyways no log for this is needed! This is just an announcement, just feel free to hand wave it. /o/]

The (Un)usual Arrival [Video]

[inventor-king.livejournal.com]

[The view shifts around wildly before eventually showing Edgar's face, which looks friendly and lighthearted, although the smile looks slightly forced, and he looks very tired and more than somewhat battered. His eyes briefly light up with an "Aha!" look before he starts speaking.]

Ah, I see, there's a little lense there...*ahem*

Hello.

I don't have the entire situation yet, but it seems I've been smacked down in the middle of another war. I can deal with that.

I am Edgar Roni Figaro, King of the country of Figaro. As royalty, it is my duty to support the people in times of war, so if any of you ladies out there need moral support, I would be more than pleased to help comfort you.

I suppose I can also help out with the other bits like fighting and organization and such, if you really think I need to.