August 14, 2009 - Saturday

[pedo_sun]

[The sun is up a little later today. Guess what, Death City? It's drizzling. It's also extremely humid.]

[Today's temperatures are 107/85F (41/29C)]

[The sun would also like to remind the players that their tags are made, but do not appear until first used. Just type them down nice and smooth, and they'll magically make themselves known! By the way, the sun likes the new ladies around.]

7th amendment!!! [video]

[50starhero.livejournal.com]

Ah-ha! It's done! It's here!  AH HA HA HA!

Well, it took long enough, but you have to understand! The first time I made it, the batter was too hard! And the second time, it was too wet and wouldn't bake.... The third time, the stove unexpectedly started on fire, ruining all of my hard work in the process, and the fourth... Oh, that poor man.... Unfortunately by the time the fifth go came around, the store didn't have enough boxes of green food coloring to add the much needed flavor, but that's where improvisation and the great  Glory Given Gift of American Ingenuity came in!  [There's a cake with bright sky blue frosting sitting in front of the camera beside America. He looks so proud of himself! ....it also seems to be rainbow colored on the inside.]

( Kiku is expected to eat this! Yummy cake Justice under the cut![ :'D] )



[002 : Video]

[himynameisluki.livejournal.com]

[

The video starts out with Luki's face a little close to the communicator. She looks as peppy as she usually does. After adjusting the communicator a little bit, with both hands, she lets out an excited huff, stands up, and scrambles over to behind a propped-up couch cushion. Seating herself behind it, she clears her throat and then waves to the communicator.

]

Hi! This is Luki from... uh... Big Sis Rise's place! I have an important question for everyone today!

BUT FIRST

the weather

it's really hot outside AND IT'S RAINING

so right now is a great time to go outside and play! It's still a little hot, though, so staying inside is nice, too!

Also! Heine is a big mean jerk!

Okaysoguys, I tried thinking about it really really really really hard but I didn't change or anything! I looked everywhere and I didn't change at all!

[

Super questioning face, hands up in the "idk" gesture

]

How do I change?

[

Then, back to happy

]

And that's my question for today! That's all for now!

[

After giving a wave, she ducks down behind the cushion. Seconds later, it moves forward up to the communicator before her arm comes up from behind it, searches around for a moment, and then switches the video off

]

[

ooc: So yes, Luki wants some help on transforming into her Weapon form. People are welcome to try and train her or throw her down some stairs or something, but another player and I have something planned, so actual attempts will fail for now!

]

[Video] First leaf falling

[forgetspajamas.livejournal.com]

[The video turns on and the feed displays a pale teenager with equally pale hair. His face is very close to the mirror and it's not hard to notice that his eyes are red and that yes, he's smiling at the camera. It's only an illusion, but it's rather easy to think and imagine that he's actually smiling at you, the viewer.
       
He tilts his head and the camera angle shifts.  It's placed on the stair railing, and you can see the stairway spiraling down, down to the first floor. You're right at the top. Stare too long and you might feel like falling. You'll hear a voice speaking, and it's obviously the teenager's.]

I've studied the videos, have seen the results…  While this method is the most dangerous, riskiest one of them all, the percentage of success is high while keeping casualties low. It's certainly the best way to induce transformation when you have no clear idea of what form a weapon would take. While meditation is enough for some, those lacking self-awareness, patience and imagination will surely fail. The key to the staircase theory is not in fear, but the stress placed on the person's body and mental health capacity. Fear, desperation, self-preservation. Or perhaps, the despair of lacking power. For what end, it doesn't matter.
          
[A leather shoe comes close to the camera lens and Kaworu stands on the railing as well, perched precariously over that empty space.]
       
I wouldn't be surprised if there have been instances of weapons transforming in the middle of battle. It would have been interesting to try this during yesterday's training but I doubt anyone would be interested in attacking another recruit "to kill." So I'm conducting this experiment. It might be easier if I knew if I was a weapon or a meister, but… this is the quickest way to go.

[The downward angle of the camera faithfully records as Kaworu steps off the sixth-floor railing, tracking his progress as he hurtles down toward the floor. A millisecond after he passes the third floor, there's a blur of green as another form launches itself at him. Unaware of the experiment, for Lee the attempt at interference is automatic on seeing someone- a probable ally, given their position at Shibusen- in danger. There's not enough time though in the brief seconds that he falls, and Lee is too far away.
      
The gates aren't there, even as he instinctively grabs for them. White bandages flutter out, forming patterns in the air that obscure the view of Kaworu plummeting to the ground. They're a flicker too late, the edges brushing against his arms. The bandages drop, as in the instant of panic of being unable to catch Kaworu, the green-clad form disappears. A mere second after Kaworu hits the ground, a sleek, weighted black staff lands solidly on his back.
    
Though the view from above is obscured by distance, Lee's communicator joins the two on the ground with a thump. The device is too solid to break from the impact.]

fourth gust

[typhoonboom.livejournal.com]

[Video clicks on. Have a disgruntled looking teenager on the screen.]

Ffffff, now it decides to rain. What, it couldn't do that a week ago?

Totally not digging the desert weather, yo.

One Bang

[thesmallergun.livejournal.com]

...hey wow. I forgot but it's that time of year, isn't it? [this is Liz looking visibly excited]

I wonder what they'll have added this year? It seems like that place just keeps getting bigger and bigger every time it comes around.

For all you newcomers there is a carnival that comes around this time of year, it's absolutely huge. Well, maybe carnival isn't the best word for it since it's a lot bigger than that and contains much more entertainment. If you can think it, it's probably there. Rides, plays, movies, food, competitions, shows.

Hmm. But still no sign of them yet. I wonder if they still will come what with how dangerous things have been lately.

005 | Kuzunoha | Video

[justtubeit.livejournal.com]

Public;

[At his desk in the Agency, looking prim and proper and professional as always!]

My warmest greetings, once again, to the new arrivals in Death City. Salutations, as well, to the entirety of the network, new and old.

In the spirit of helpfulness, might I remind everyone that there is a manual instructing us in the usage of our PDAs. It may be in our best interest to consult them, and prevent accidental posts from occuring in the future, in as much as possible.

Of course, accidents cannot completely be avoided. We must exercise patience and understand this to the best of our abilities.

[Smile! He prays that he is being helpful here!]



Filter | Naoto, Kanji, Neku, Suzaku, Light, and other regulars at the Agency;

I am... undecided on what manner of cat we may bring into the Agency.

Might I know your preferences?


Filter | Gunther-dono | AMAZINGLY UNHACKABLE (Raidou is a fast learner for a Taisho Era Boy);

I have a report for you, as promised. I have taken to surveying Yuuri-dono first, before attempting to approach Saralegui.

[The section that follows is in text.]


10 August, Year XXX: Established possible routine. Subject departs from his apartment in the morning (destuination: clinic). He remains there for a notable period of time before returning home.

Target made no notable movements towards Subject.

11 August, Year XXX: Contact initiated between Subject and Target. Meeting place: shopping center. Determined activity: what appears to be the duplication of a key. Subject and Target spent a significant amount of time together, in a notably intimate fashion.

12 August, Year XXX: Nothing of note.


[Video returns.]

I will continue my surveillance, with your permission.

009 | 69 | August 14, Lunch | Video

[karmafree.livejournal.com]

Public;

Unfortunate how the event of rain did not make things any less hot around here.

[Stretches, lazy as a cat. He promptly flops back on the couch, reaches for the plate of pineapples on his desk.]

On other news, I have an interesting story for all of you.

Feed switches to text. You can see the words printing themselves across the screen.]


A poor man came to a temple once, calling for shelter.

It was a hard winter, and the priest of the temple was unwilling to rouse from his bed. He came nonetheless, grumbling over the cold, the interruption. He stepped out, to where the decrepit beggar was standing out in the courtyard, almost knee deep in the snow.

"You may come in," he muttered, "but you must be gone by morning."

The priest led the beggar into one of the rooms and left him.

Later, he was roused again by a loud noise from the beggar's room. When he came around to see what was happening, he discovered, to his horror, that the beggar had used one of the wooden Buddhas as kindle for a fire.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

"It was cold," the beggar replied.

"Do you not realize what you have done? That is Buddha you are destroying!"

The beggar did not answer. He waited until the fire went out, and took a stick, began poking at the embers.

"What are you doing now?" the priest demanded.

"I am looking for bones."

The priest was infuriated, but found it useless to say anything else.

The next day, he reported the incident to his superior. His superior's response was simple:

"You must be a very bad priest, to choose a dead Buddha over a living man."



[Video again! Mukuro smiles.]

Thoughts?


Filter | Rhode;

I have considered getting myself a job, my dear.

TM 21/ Frustration

[pkmn-hero.livejournal.com]

[Video-Accidental]

[It's pretty obvious the SC's fallen, and hopefully these things are water proof because it's now sitting in the middle of a small puddle. The view it offers shows one of the small covered tables of the park, and the bottom of a sneaker. It looks like someone's enjoying the rain.

Of course he did hear the device hit the ground and pretty soon the view is blocked by a gloved hand. Ash's face comes into view and he grins when he sees the light bulb on.]

...Uh, these things'll be alright in water, right?

[And yes, he's wet.]

EDIT:

Hey! Dawn! Brock's making dinner tonight, so come over alright!

first avoidance || [accidental video]

[syn-crona-zing.livejournal.com]

[Like so many accidental posts, this one appears to be from someone playing with the buttons of the device, not really thinking about what they're doing. The video flicks on at an odd angle, floor level.

A overly slender, lavender-haired shape sits in a gloomy, dimly-lit room and a black face crossed with bones leans on top of it.] D-do you think we'll be allowed to go to the carnival too, Ragnarok?

[The dark shape jiggles with wry laughter.] You're not cool enough to go, Crona - but they'll let me go. And I guess I'm nice enough to let you come along.

[The lavender-haired child gives a pouting grimace.] It's not like you can go anywhere without me anyway.

WHAT!? WHAT WAS THAT!? [Ragnarok is suddenly pulling at Crona's face, squashing it painfully.]

Owwww owww! Stop it! I didn't mean it. Stoooop it, Ragnarok!

[Ragnarok pauses in his torture, but only because he's peering down at the device. He laughs shortly, cruelly.] Heeeeey Crona! Did you know that thing is on, idiot? Everyone is watching us!

[Crona gives a strangled cry of horror and fumbles to turn off the device, accompanied by Ragnarok's sharp and cawing laughter.]