[first] poteito; video || december eleventh

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Oi.


[ the feed turns on to reveal a disgruntled looking little boy, frowning. he has only been here for a couple days, but you will not have seen him as they have been spent trying to find a way home. ]



There's really no way back, is there?

1st Lumos | December 11th | Voice

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[After a few days of watching the network, deciding he’s not really comfortable with a video message yet, Harry turns on the voice function on the communicator.]

Um... I suppose we’re expected to make a sort of introduction, right? I’m Harry Potter, just arrived here a few days ago. It’s a little surprising who seems to end up here and who doesn’t… but then again, new people really appear here quite often, don’t they?

[There’s an awkward pause and a shuffling sound before he clears his throat]

The witches here... I’d like to know what people seem to know about them. See, I understand the ones attacking the city are dangerous, using dark magic. But I know quite a few witches and it seems odd that every one of them would be evil. Has anyone ever met a witch that wasn’t evil? I think the fact that witches from other worlds have been sent here to fight has to say something.

[Quietly] I just want to know that the city is fully informed on their enemies, or would-be enemies.

Thanks for your time.

[VIDEO]

[silversouba.livejournal.com]

[This is very much an accidental video. Kadaj had thrown the communicator against the wall, unknowingly turning it on. Yazoo had left to go to the library, or something similar, leaving Kadaj alone with his thoughts. The view is focused on the floor. Empty.]

Mother, the first thing they did was take you away from me. They left me here, alone, with those who oppose you. Sephiroth is here too. He gave me his. . . customary welcome. I was forced to interact with those disgusting creatures known as doctors because of him.

Then they made me human. I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want this! I hate that I’ve become the embodiment of everything you despise. I will still do anything you want, anything at all!

You never have to question my loyalty. Human or not I will always be on your side, Mother. I just have to know what you want. I’ve been waiting for some kind of guidance or direction from you. But you haven’t given me anything.

Is it because of what they made me?

[Leather boots come into frame. They pace slowly back and forth like a wild animal that has been caged for far too long]

The Shibusen here are powerful. No! I’m not weak. It’s just. . . difficult. I won’t ask you to understand. If you were here you could easily wipe them out. I’m doing my best, Mother, you have to believe me.

Yazoo is with me now. These bodies they’ve given us are weak and fragile. They break from the smallest things. It’s no wonder you deemed humans worthless. They’ve limited all our power, all our strength, to serve you.

I promise I will make them pay for what they’ve done to you—what they’ve done to us.

But if you decide that I’m worthless now too, I can’t fault you for it. I’ll never forgive them for what they’ve done. I’ll never stop trying to help you. I want to make you happy.

Mother, just tell me! What am I supposed to do?

[Immediately he stops pacing. Silence. The image of boots marching closer is the last thing in view before the communicator is abruptly shut off]

(OOC: More than likely Kadaj will ignore a good portion of the responses. So don’t get offended if he doesn’t answer. He’s not really a fan of showing weak points, since he likes to think he doesn’t have any. But he will take note of who actually DOES respond and HOW they respond. Example: if you make fun of this whole Mother thing you’re gonna get on his “Kill on Sight” list. I’ll at least let you know if Kadaj decides not to reply so you’re not waiting expectantly. :3 Poor kid needs a break, right?)

☇ TWENTIETH ROAR || 11TH DECEMBER 2009 || VIDEO

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[When the feed opens, everything is blurred for a moment before it slowly focuses on Date who is sort of just... squinting at the camera for a bit. Its his first time doing a proper post on these shiny newfangled devices okay, touchscreens and him don’t really mix especially since he wears gloves quite often and they do not help with the screens at all. Fortunately he isn’t this time, so at least things are sort of easier.

If anybody cares to notice the background regular patrons will recognize the place as a DeathDonalds outlet--and yeah, there’s Dante right behind the warlord, totally not paying attention to the feed at all as he plays with a Shinigami and an Excalibur action figure, munching on fries as he does so. One might notice Date’s obvious distaste towards the Excalibur figure, but that quickly goes away when he goes to look at the camera and puts on a small smile before he starts to speak.]

( OOC cut due to immense length of spam. )

[OOC: Blue is Date, and red Dante! Also this is Dante’s inbox for those interested.]

Sunday, early morning

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[The video come on to a very dark room, the blinds drawn tight. A hand papapaps the screen, like the owner was looking to turning it on while half asleep and hadn't realized they succeded. Said hand is connected to... a pile of blankets on a couch.

The lump groans, shifting around until a thick raw sounding voice speaks up]

Hanamura Yosuke... this is... all yer fault. Gonna strangle you with your own 'phones. A'soon as... I can figure out where my eyeballs rolled off to. [Another shift, and someone oozes out from under the mound and half onto the floor. It might have once been Masaru, but only if Masaru had been replaced with a pale rat-nest haired greeseball that looks like he might be producing pure high proof vodka from his pores. ]

Damn punch... [Yeah, not really Yosuke's fault, seeing at he didn't even host the party and surely was't the one to spike the punch... but he's the only name he can remember for sure being connected to the entire mess.]

What the hell happened last night?

((ooc: Dojima household folks and anyone that knows he's crashing there can feel free to action shoving coffee down his gut))

007 ♥ video (December 12th, mid-afternoon)

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[ There's a rather blurry image of a plant filling up the screen. As the feed comes into focus a bit better, the plant is very obviously mistletoe, tied neatly together by a red ribbon. And then Haru's face pops on the screen. ]

Mistletoe -- one of the best parts about Christmas~! For those of you that have never celebrated Christmas before, I'll explain it to you. Basically if you find yourself under this little plant with someone else... [ He gives a little shake to the bundle he's holding in his grasp ] ...then you gotta kiss them! It can be on the cheek for all you shy types or with full tongue for the bolder ones, but there's no getting out of at least some sort of kiss. It's tradition, after all~

[ Haru tosses the mistletoe back to where it came from -- which is basically a garbage bag full of it. ]

I took it upon myself to stock up on it, and I'm going to be hitting every main building and putting some up where I can. Use this as an excuse to kiss that person you've had your eye on. I mean, c'mon...the holidays are romantic, aren't they? Make a connection, celebrate the New Year and then Valentine's Day and White Day. And if you don't wanna make a connection ~ just make out!

[ He tucks his legs beneath himself. ]

I was supposed to take Momo-chan out as my Christmas date, but she was sent back home. Anyone wanna be my date to the festival tomorrow~? I like red heads! ....and Ryoki! And men with daughter complexes. And one-armed men who think they're countries. And sexy, sexy strippers. And well -- anyone, really! I even got myself a kimono to wear. It might not be a real Japanese festival, but that doesn't mean you can't dress like one.

December 12, 2009 - Sunday

[voyeur_moon]

[There will still be morning training today, and then that much-awaited Christmas festival tomorrow, despite the fact that dawn will be greeted with overcast skies and a more tangible bite to the wind, the sharp scent of water in the air, and a light, cold drizzle later in the night. Perhaps the city will get a treat sometime in the next couple of days, and not in the way of top hats and shuffles, either.

Today's temperatures are 43/34F (6/1C).]


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Chapter 5 -- Accidental Video -- 12/12 early evening

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*Auron is sitting at table in his apartment. It looks as though he's been writing and taking notes for a good while. There are books stacked around him filled with different bookmarks. The one he's paging through now is a survival guide of the desert.

He removes his shades and rubs the bridge of his nose.* Fayth. How am I going to do this? *he mutters*

*He then finally takes note of his communicator. Auron makes a disgusted sound.* Stupid machina. *And shuts it off.*


((OOC: Feel free to harass! He's actually not THAT grumpy today.))