july 19 2009 - monday

[pedo_sun]

[And so begins another day. Have you seen The Sun's shadow? It must be looking for him somewhere... It may be saying things like "Who cares about those citizens?! All they do is look up at me like I'm some sort of freak!! I haven't eaten since they started arriving here, causing my size to waver. Do you know how bad that is? Incredibly so!"]


[The fog seems to be lifting a bit, though it's still heavily concentrated around Shibusen. Suddenly, like all of the other weather problems that occur in Death City, it begins to rain. Those with the soul perception ability (and abilities like it) may notice a high level of energy in the air. But what is it...?]

1. [Voice]

[lavenderglasses.livejournal.com]

[The communicator's microphone is switched on accidentally, the result of one who has virtually no experience with technology pushing buttons experimentally. In the background of a very displeased voice is the tapping and shuffling of his fumbling with the device.]

--sense. Am I expected to wage this place's wars on top of worrying over a possible war back home? Really, what else can I expect to happen if I'm leaving the country in the hands of those people? We'll be fighting a losing battle within the week -- though whether with Large Shimaron or Shin Makoku depends on just who decides to take charge...

Fine, if this war needs to end before I can return, then so be it. I'll assist them in ending it all the sooner, but if they believe -- wait...damn this thing...

[A bit more muffled playing with the communicator, and the video feed switches on briefly, showing a pretty face with violet-tinted glasses over golden eyes peering at the device's screen curiously, before the video cuts out again and his voice is again heard, still irritated.]

Ugh, what is this even...? Oh, forget it.

July 18 Evening [Voice, Shadow]

[alphaspider]

[First, you hear a splash! And then screams of rage and angry howling, which ends in gurgling and splashing again.]

This is revenge for dumping me into that reservoir! [cackling, this time from Kurapika's shadow, more angry screaming, and the sounds of dunking]

Feel the unbearable weight of soggy clothes!

I'LL GAUGE YOUR EYES OUT, YOU FILTHY KURUTA. [more incoherent howling here, SPLASH!]

CAN'T GET OUT OF THAT POOL WITH THAT COAT WEIGHING YOU DOWN, CAN YOU?

[ooc: Red = Kurapika's shadow. That's right, he found Kuroro's shadow prowling about the mall and has taken to dumping him over and over in an inflatable kiddy pool. Unfortunately for Kuroro's shadow, Kuroro's issues are so small that he's a lot weaker than Kurapika's shadow, and this? This is a long-standing issue Kurapika has with Kuroro. Shounen heroes and their aversion for cheating + criminal who cheats all the time.]

009 | voice | July 18, Sunday evening

[ih8spiders]

[The message is short for once, just a quick reminder before he and Kuroro leave for the mall to... confront their shadows. Actually, people with keen ears might still hear Shadow Kuroro's potty mouth in the background - which is real Kuroro listening to the ongoing audio feed of Shadow Kurapika repeatedly dunking Shadow Kuroro into a kiddie pool.]

I forgot to say--that is, there's food stashed in the supply closet at the lobby of the Communal. Pasta, bread, canned goods, instant noodles. We got enough for everyone for a couple of days, so whoever is out of rations can just take their share.

[Hesitates, wondering if he should say anything about the commotion his shadow is causing, but he decides to keep mum about it for now while he hasn't checked through the logs yet.]


[ooc: Backdated to the night before!]

First Spark | Voice

[klepto-witch.livejournal.com]

[There's a bit of muffled noise coming from your communicators, along with a bit of button-pressing. Finally a voice comes through the receiver.]

Did that do it? Man, this thing is weird, ze. Looks like something out of Rinnosuke's shop. Too bad he's not around to show me how the stupid thing works.

Oh hey, there's a light blinking! Hello? Hellooooo? I can't hear anything.

[She holds it up to her ear, waits for a second...]

Must be broken. Guess I better get someone to fix it. It's not like I can actually see anything around here anyway. Stupid fog.

[Voice]

[herestothebard.livejournal.com]

The bloody hell is this thing? You want me to talk into it? Broadcast myself all over the bloody city?

Oh.

Call me The Bard. I'm here to help. I guess.