[Text]

[leaf-of-light.livejournal.com]

Greetings, people of this city.


My name is Kei and I have just been filled in regarding the current situation. I am interested in joining the fight and helping however I can.


In pursuit of this goal, considering I am a weapon, I would like to invite all current meisters without a partner and willing to fight to reply to this post. Since if possible I would find a partner as soon as possible.
I would also like to take the chance to invite the weapons with experience to also comment on this post, since I would like to gather information about the actual practice of resonance, types of weapons there are, different methods of transformation and other similar topics.



And that’s all. Please respond promptly.

02 ★ [video]

[hasthemunchies.livejournal.com]

[Ilyana is sitting on her couch. She seems to have some strange fixation of only filming videos while sitting on this couch, in this particular position.. and she looks a little troubled today. Her face is slightly squinted, like she's deep in thought, and she isn't looking directly at the camera. After a moment or so, she looks to it and waves sluggishly.]

Hello, everyone.. It seems like a lot of new people are arriving..

[Which also meant she had been here for.. how long? two months? She could hardly believe it.]

I'm Ilyana.. it's nice to meet all of you. Don't worry, it's nice here.. there's lots of food, so you won't go hungry, and you have a bed all to yourself.. it's really quite nice..

[and it seems like she's gotten sidetracked. she isn't really getting to the point. Eventually she decides she might as well. It was the reason she turned the video on, right?]

Um.. is it bad that I don't have a meister yet..? I still don't even know how to turn into a weapon..

058 | Mustang | December 8, a little before lunch | Video

[thewarisover.livejournal.com]

[For those of you who already know the drill, you've got Roy Mustang with the middle of his back propped up against his desk in the DOGS Office. For those of you who are new, have a clean-faced, dark-haired man in his late twenties or so, smiling at the screen. He's dressed in an interesting military uniform, and has an eyepatch. The place he's in appears to be a war room cum office.]


Good afternoon, everyone. For those of you who don't already know me, my name is Roy Mustang... I'm the head of Death City's Office of General Security, and Commander of the Watch. I'd like to welcome all of our new arrivals to Death City, and I hope that coming here hasn't been too inconvenient for you.

Should any of you have questions or concerns now or in the future regarding matters of security and this city's defenses, you're more than welcome to approach me, or the different Zone Leaders that have been assigned to watch over the districts of this place. In our absence, a woman named Aerith Gainsborough is available to attend to you.

That's it for the moment. If you're free and you've just arrived, I'd appreciate it you'd check in with me at the soonest opportunity. I do like getting to know everyone down here. [A beat.] For those of you who aren't new, and happen to have known Edward Elric, I've just discovered that he's been brought back home.

Thanks for your time, folks.

[...Yeah, he's eerily calm about this. Anyway, the feed's cutting off there.]


Filter: The Watch;

Three things. First... [He's linking back to this post.] Take a look at Sakuraba's proposal and tell me what you think. He wants members of our crew to be the chaperones that he mentions.

Second: we've still got some monster problems in the city. I'd like anyone who's free and in need of some extra cash to take care of those for me. The mission board's got the details.

Third: Flynn Scifo is currently being groomed to take command in the event of my absence, disappearance, or death. I want all of you to assist him in any way that you can, and help him learn the ropes of this organization faster. The sooner he's ready, the more secure we'll be in the long run.


Filter: The Watch - Zone Leaders and Deputies;

Sherlock Holmes has managed to recreate Dr. Jonathan Crane's fear serum. He has asked me to tap 'people I can trust' to test the serum on kishin.

Given the fact that all of you are partnered pairs and you go on missions, you fall into that category. Who's interested?

Also, how would you all be with having your pictures taken?


Filter: Auron;

Still going through your notes. Give me another day or so.


Filter: Sarah Kerrigan;

I'll need to ask a favor from you.


Filter: Lady;

You up for going on another mission sometime soon?


Filter: Winry Rockbell;

[His expression finally softens.]

Miss Rockbell, if you need anything...

[A pause. A quiet sigh. He always thinks that he sucks at this.]

Anyway, you know where to find me.




ooc: muns playing Zone Leaders, I'd love it if you guys can do network posts introducing yourselves to everyone. Karkat and Selendis have (and it was amazing), sooo yeah. XD Aerith, I'll need a post from you as well!

[First | Video | 8 December]

[fortunes-arc.livejournal.com]

Hello...Hello?


[The woman on the feed is holding the commincator steady, but still unsure. First time using it and she thinks she has it working correctly. She wears a peculiar kind of military uniform and holds herself stiffly, formally; once she's sure she has the video working, she clears her throat and begins in an even voice.]


Greetings. I've been told that this is a form of mass communication device; this is Sergeant Tear Grants, of the Oracle Knights Intelligence Division. I've been informed on the situation as it currently stands. If there is any other pertinent information in addition to the original briefing that I should know, please inform me as quickly as possible . 


[Now to the point of the call. There's a pause as she visibly chews over her words. Her eyes are very, very tired, it is somewhat hard to tell with the way her bangs fall.]



...If there is any individual who recognized my name, please contact me immediately. 

one (video)

[shushuteur.livejournal.com]

[the feed nearly captures what may be a familiar black-masked, pale-skinned, bearded fellow. he seems to have opted not to use his hands to hold the communicator, merely letting it rest on the surface before him at a low angle; he needs those hands to prop his chin somewhat sulkily after all. he hardly looks at the mirror as he mutters--]


This is what I get for messing with BREW once, eh? A chance at freedom, only to have it snatched away from me once more? [a tut.] Playful little tease, isn't it? I don't know whether to call that a sense of humour or sadism.



[his somewhat strained tone is answer enough. after a short silence Remington graces the mirror with a glance, then points into it at some imagined addressee.]


You Shibusen bunch and I have some matters to discuss, if one of you would be so kind.





((ooc: arglebargle idk what's up with the weird spacing on the entry; i'll try and find a fix))

track 002 || video || December 8th

[bass-instincts.livejournal.com]

[The video is focused on two packs of very similar cigarettes. One reads "Black Stone" with "cherry" written in red script at an angle. The other says "Black Death" and has "cherry" written in a very similar font, except it looks a bit like dripping blood.]

They look the same. They smell the same, but what are the chances that I'm going to get the plague from those?

[Really, he shouldn't need to point to exactly the ones he means. One of these boxes clearly is not from Death City, while the other clearly must be. Where else would someone name cigarettes after the plague?]

☸ FIRST TEMPTATION || 8TH DECEMBER 2009 || TEXT

[snaketempter.livejournal.com]

[Not voice, not video - just plain text for an introduction. Crowley isn't so certain how much he can trust everything's that's just happened, especially when it brought somebody like him here. Granted he's (very very very technically) a minor demon, but still... it was worrying, in more ways than one.]

The name's Anthony J. Crowley, but Crowley will do just fine. Back from my own world I live in a nice apartment somewhere in Mayfair, London, and I don't really have much to say about myself aside from the fact that I've never so much as picked up a knife in my life. Dunno why this BREW thing decided to pull me here, but I don't see how I can help in this war business. Besides, don't you all know the phrase 'make love, not war'?

[Well okay, that's a bit against his supposedly intended nature. Not that nobody knows this anyway besides Aziraphale who sadly isn't here with him, Manchester. BUT MOVING ON.]

Anyway, it seems like a whole bunch of you are already into this whole war business. Makes people wonder a little, y'know? So if you wanna tell me why, I'm all ears.

[A brief pause is here - and one almost would think he's done. But.]

One more thing: would anybody direct me to the best paying job here? I would like to secure funds as soon as possible, if its allowed.

First Page || Dec. 8th || Video

[unfinishedstory]

*Clare is sitting in a diner, she's no longer looking quite so lost and numb as she did most of the tour. Expressions flickering a bit between annoyed and bored, with hints of nervous as she attempts to start talking without actually speaking for the few moments before she finally does speak.*

I'm just wondering, what is there to do here besides learn to kill things. I was a bit... overwhelmed during the tour, and if that came up I might have missed it.

I'm Clare, by the way, Clare Edwards. I'm from- *she pauses, looking away from the screen.* I really doubt anyone wants to know my life story. I just- I want to know there's more going on here than learning to fight.

*As she reaches forward to turn off the communicator, she says something under her breath. It sounds like.* Good job with first introductions, way to make friends again.

Cuarta ⚜ Roda [8th of December]

[nomeremaid.livejournal.com]

[Today finds Fabiola almost bouncing excitedly in place as she turns on the video on her communicator.]

Hello, everyone! To those who have just arrived, welcome! My name is Fabiola Iglesias, part of the Watch, and if there is ever anything I can do to be of help to anyone, please let me know. It is my pleasure to be of assistance.

[She gives a little hum, and reaches up to push her bangs out of her face before beaming at the camera again.]

Now, I believe I had quite a few people who had expressed interest in joining me for a bit of a pool party. Fortunately, I have had the opportunity to go down to the recreational center and have discovered that there are both outside and inside pools.

[Which meaaaaaans...]

Therefore, I would like to announce that I will be attempting to have the party this Saturday- which is the elevnth- beginning at two PM. Anyone who has previously expressed interest should let me know so I know the minimum of people to prepare for- and if anyone new would like to come as well, then by all means please do.

[Her expression, while still pleased and quite cheerful, turns a little more serious for a moment.]

Also to any new meisters and weapons- or actually, to all weapons and meisters- if any of you would ever like to spar outside of regular training hours, I would be more than glad to oblige when I have the time.

[She inclines her head a little, and raises her hand in a wave.]

Thank you all for your attention!

First drop of poison:December 8th: video

[poisoninyourtea.livejournal.com]

[She listened enough during the introduction to know how this mirror works.

Not well enough it seems since it was cutting off her face slightly because she was too close so, get a face full of neck and cleavage people.]


I've been told a meister needs a weapon. Who is a weapon here?

Entry #A-1: "A" [Text] 8th December

[dead-black-eyes.livejournal.com]

i ARrrived in a stOne chamber yestErday. i reGREt to saY thAt i am not acclimating as well as i wish i Was, but it cannot be helped. simply put, i am not veRy used tO being alone. WHen i HaVE no roommate, it is actually a simple mattEr to understand wHy THe ChANGe HAs Been oVeRwhElming. i am mOrE accustomed to hearIng familiar voices afteR dark, and havinG the reassurance that someone BOTHErs to watcH mE wHiLe i sleep. suCh is NOT THE CasE HeRE. NO man is an island, but i will endeavor to givE it My best Effort. in the face of trials and tribulatioNS, as humans our best is all that we can realistically manage. it is not a good feeling to rely so hEavily on means that i cannot direCtly PreDIct OR COntrol, but feelings, generally, are unreliaBlE indicAtors of factuAllY accurate phenoMeNa. LoGIc is KEy, loGIc IS KiNG, LogiC iS ThE timepIecE AnD the truth That keeps thIs World running. therefore it coUld Be clAIMeD that logIC iS goD, FULFiLlING ThAT ROle anD acCommodating the duties that accOmpany it.

if this analogy holds a gRAiN Of PERceptive truth, then it is sAfe to saY that we are forsaken, that my god logic and your gods allah, ra, poseidon or yahweh, have turned their backs on us, walked away, left us to this, the whims of tyrants, prisoners we have become and no sleeping or absent god can free us. what does it matter, weapon or meister, when someone else makes our decisions for us either way?

terribly depressing, this talk. i humbly apologize for what is doubtless a sleep-deprived, rambling mess of nonsense. pay it no mind.

[OOC: There is a code in here. If your character might know L and his codes, or be able to figure it out, ping me on AIM at "tinmaiden" or send me a PM and I'll let you know what the code is and what it looks like deciphered. Otherwise, feel free to wonder why his keyboard seems to be sticking so badly.]

[first] thalassa shell; december 8th; video

[waitingseaside.livejournal.com]

[ the feed turns on and Kairi's confused face can be seen on the other side, trying to work the communicator properly. she's sprawled out on her bed, and it's clear something is really concerning her. ]


I don't- I don't completely understand. We don't have to fight, right? Aren't there other ways we can help out?


[ she doesn't want to be useless, but she really isn't all that great at fighting. she goes to turn off the mirror-shaped device before pausing, as if remembering to add; ]


Oh! And my name is Kairi. Has anyone seen either of my friends? Their names are Riku and Sora. They've been exploring other worlds, so maybe someone here has seen them?


[ she gives a sort of half-wave at the camera before shutting it off.]

♏ 001 [video]

[katakausei.livejournal.com]

[ It's clear that the owner of the device isn't very efficient with technology. It takes a lot of fumbling and a few nice shots of his hand before the owner finally appears in view... at a crooked angle. ]

A mirror, ah? Vanity is a waste of time.

[ One might think he doesn't even realize that the device is recording, but the next statement is clearly directed to the city: ]

My name is Sir Kardia of Scorpio. Warriors like myself usually fight one-on-one, but this could be interesting. I wonder how many people in this place can get me fired up?

I was taken away from something very important, after all, and now I'm going to have to look for something twice as satisfying to make up for this devastating feeling of loss...

[ Pause. A huff: ]

Talking to a mirror... How stupid. Come meet me in person!

[ He finishes it off by grinning and drawing a rather large heart on the screen for all of you lovely viewers. Thankfully, the text translates it right-side up, if you couldn't tell what he was doing at this angle.

♥ ]

December 8th | Voice | Early Evening

[zodiaconigiri.livejournal.com]

Um...I...I have a question to ask...[There is a long, awkward pause.]


.... w-when your partner leaves...what do you do?