tushanshu | Entries tagged with † damian wayne

[Iskierka is in her suite today, frowning at a hole in her wall, close to the floor. Through the hole can be seen the back legs and shell of a young turtle, and Iskierka huffs a moment, as she sees what her adopted progeny is up to. The turtle's happily munching away on a fine piece of cloth, draped somewhat artfully on a wall and pinned there.]

Yin! Do not eat that, it is not filling at all. [She abandons the console for a moment to attempt to hold the young turtle back, and then shoves the tapestry up a bit higher.]

Come along, Yin, we shall find you some fish or some plants; perhaps a stew -- may turtles eat stew? I suppose that Gong Su would know, but he is not here.

[Then her neck cranes back towards the console, still keeping a firm claw on the erstwhile Yin.]

Does anyone know what young turtles might eat?

unetrustworthy

[Somebody's in better spirits than she has been since...well...almost since she first arrived in Keelai. Spending time around her newly-hatched Turtle baby had that effect on a young girl.]

[She was even smiling.]

[Yet there was a faint hesitation behind the smile, and Midii side-eyed something just off screen several times before speaking.]

Not that I'm not grateful for the gifts...but...um...how do I say this?

I've never carried anything made of magic before. I'm...not sure I would be the best person to have it. I'm not even sure how to use it.

[Unspoken sentiment: she's slightly afraid of it.]

((ooc: In addition, the following individuals will have received a small package from Midii around Christmastime: Kyle, Eponine, Monet, Bean, Jack, Frank, Jor-El, and Damian. The girls will receive a lovely wooden jewelry box with a secure key lock, and the boys will receive a small wooden chest...with the exception of Damian, whose chest will be locked not by a simple key, but with an intricate puzzle he'll have to solve in order to get inside. Obviously custom-made))

hijackedbread

[The video shows Peeta looking idly at the screen. There's a slight disconnect from his eyes to his expression, but he seems genuinely concerned.]

The Emperor died and nothing changed. Not the things that matter. Another one just took her place. Another Snow. Another Game Maker to make more Games.

How are we supposed to fight an enemy we can't know? Ignorance makes it so easy to misplace our trust.

[There's a pause and he takes a deep breath. Then he continues in a lighter tone, although he doesn't seem to recognize the change in topics.]

Is there a bakery here? Or an army? I need something to keep my hands busy.

modernized

[Voice (As Terry)]

[There's a small conflicted sound on the feed before any words can be heard. Because...well, this is a conflicting thing to ask and his voice doesn't hide how unsure he feels about even approaching the subject.]

So, I never spoke to the Emperor - I only met her once when I arrived - but from what I gathered a lot of people liked her. If you don't mind indulging me, I want to know why.

[A quick pause.]

--And don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to stir anything up like that other jerk from a couple days ago. I'm honestly curious. I never saw a reason to like her personally, but I never did speak with her, so I just want to maybe get a little more understanding about what kind of person she is.

[Or was rather, but he picks his words smartly on that front.]

If anyone is willing to share stories about her...or something, if you feel like sharing. I'd understand if it's too hard right now.

[And who knows. Maybe it might help people in mourning to talk about it. It helped him before.]

[Action (As Batman)]

[Tonight there's a small gathering of Kedan in the Wood Sector, as they have a vigil to honor the death of the Ironwood Emperor. While this isn't usually where Terry makes his rounds, he ends up landing onto a rooftop near the proceedings and begins observing the Kedan in mourning. Partly to make sure nothing bad happens to disturb the small gathering, not entertaining even the thought of going down there and joining them, and partly to try and understand the grief the Kedan feel.

He can't admit to being distraught like others, both Kedan and Foreigners. He only met the Emperor once and never exchanged a word with her. There's surprise that she was killed, the security of the palace coming into question if someone could so easily assassinate her, and a natural sadness toward her death. That sadness is, however, no more than what he offers each time there is word of a stranger dying. He's heard of and seen first hand plenty of needless death by now - all part of the business, no matter how grim it is to admit that he's gotten use to it.

So he observes and watches as a wave of paper lanterns float up to the sky, many of them passing up near where he crouches and illuminating his presence in the dark to anyone on ground or around the roofs. Not that he especially cares if someone sees him - more important things to worry about - but he is more focused on the sight. He finds he has to concentrate hard to not get lost in the beauty of the display, regretful as it may be.]

agentx13

As some of you may know, I was hired to find the person responsible for multiple killings in September, along with an attempted homicide. That person has now killed the Emperor. [ There's a flash of something like remorse, but it only lasts a second before her jaw tightens. There's no time to feel guilty for not catching the person sooner. She has to stop him now, before he kills again. ]

I have a list of suspects. I've narrowed it down significantly. If you were one of the people I talked to about it, please see me immediately.

( Private messages for Mako, Tarrlok, Gaius Septimus, Dorian Gray, Lord Harry Wotton, Arthur Curry, Damian Wayne, Bart Allen, Jason Todd, Hal Jordan, other Hal Jordan, Billy Costigan, Rory Williams, Clara Oswald, Hannibal Lecter, Invincible, Bossuet, Combeferre, Javert, Jean Prouvaire, Marius Pontmercy, Julio Richter, Scarlet Spider, Santo Vaccarro, Scott Lang, Victor Barkowski, Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, the other Tony Stark, Hayley Stark, Percy Jackson, Zelgadis Graywords, Jax Teller, Jim Kirk, Balthazar, Isaac Lahey, Kotetsu T. Kaburagi, Cecil Gershwin Paler )

( Private message to Barry Allen )

dotsanddashes

[For the second time, the feed clicks on from Rosalind's console. For the first time, it's actually Rosalind's face on-camera, icy eyes staring right into her prospective audience. She looks awful, for lack of a better word...dark circles under her eyes, gaunt, pale...likely, she hasn't slept in a bit of time.

She's been listening to all the talk, all of the sadness...and in the stillness of her lab, she has something to say.]

I knew very little of the Empress. Still, for what it's worth, no one ascends the throne without realizing it's going to be dangerous. I've seen it before. Different times, different places....

[Columbia. Dimensions apart from this place, but so many of the realities that she once called home. It was hard to think about now, but she tries to reflect on it for just a moment. Comstock had not only tried to mount a throne, but had tried to sit his daughter upon it as well. So many ways that had gone wrong. She can feel something in her brain give, and she changes her train of thought, taking a moment to discretely wipe her nose.]

At the very least she acted with dignity in life. Perhaps it would be best to follow her example.

Mourning is fine. Still, speaking as someone who watched the ridiculous production after her own death, there are more important things to bear in mind. Tears are only for your own purposes. Elaborate memorials will only go so far. It means more to take the time to take action.

Before it's too late to take action at all.

On that note, if there is anything a spare scientific mind might aid, I would like to extend my hand.

[With a weary sigh, she cuts the feed.]

((ADDITIONAL BROADCAST AFTER DAMIAN'S ANONYMOUS CALL))

[A short time later, the feed returns - now the woman is visibly shaking, expression that of barely restrained emotion behind a very thin layer of composure. A lit cigarette burns between trembling fingers.]

I have been informed that Empress was the incorrect term. I did not mean any disrespect. I was not aware. I was trying to say something of consequence, but evidently I am far too ignorant to do so.

[She's at the end of her rope. That much is clear. This...hasn't helped. Her eyes look wet.]

I do apologize. Perhaps I should go back to my work and leave the epitaphs to those less insensitive.

[What might be a tiny sob escapes her before the feed turns back off.]

aloadeddie

[Arthur's message is short and to-the-point today. No muss, no fuss.]

Any egg-sitters concerned about "Robin's" idea about the eggs being some kind of sinister plant intended to infiltrate our minds - I can train people in certain kinds of subconscious security which should help prevent that kind of thing from happening.

Contact me if that's something you think you want. If you don't know me already, my name is Arthur.

[That's it. He's been here long enough that he's way past dealing with formalities, or even much secrecy about what he does. Almost no one seems to care, after all. Why should they, with so many people throwing around superpowers and magic?]

demon_brat

Something that people caring for one of the large eggs should be aware was brought up during the last audience with the Emperor. It may be a false alarm, or it may be an actual concern. Apparently, there's a possibility that the eggs may be fakes, planted by the thing we're here to fight, and the telepathic links with them provided by it, as well. Such an arrangement would provide it with easier access to the minds of not a small number of the foreigners here, if it's the case. As such a thing's neither been confirmed or denied by Asti, as of this moment, I can't either dismiss it completely or claim that's the situation. But it's probably a good thing to keep in mind and prepare for. Unrelated. I believe Raven is gone from Keeliai, for those who know her. Robin out.

fatedchaos

[Vanessa's caught between feigning being chipper and just being tired of it all. Still, she smiles as she turns this video on. It's been a while since she's made a post of her own, but...]

I was wondering. Do any of you have any skills with working with metal? Or do you know the best tradeskedan in the city that can do it for a good price? [Her lips purse a bit, before tugging into a minute frown.] I got something at one of the auctions that I kind of want to work with.

[Like a pair of pretty gold shackles.

She's quiet for a moment, teetering on the edge of asking something and just forgetting about it.] I miss clubbing. [Totally not what she was going to say, but whatever. Better than nothing.]

( [100% Leo Encryption to ASS members] )

wintershepherd

[ Jack's voice is quiet, nearly monotone and there are dark hollows under his eyes. ]

There's something you should know about the snow in the open areas between the domes. Some of the snow I make has magic in it, and what it does is make people more open to loosening up and playing around in it. It has to do with my center being Fun, it was never intended to hurt anyone but... it did.

Even though this time was an accident... it was also in the big snowfall last March. If you spent a lot of time outside that weekend, you probably got at least a little dose of it. A couple people already knew about this but I'm the one who should have said something before this. Long before, I was just--

I've already tried to break as much of the effect as I can between the three main domes, it should be mostly clear now and back to regular snow.

[ Which might explain the ill effect it seems to have had on him; he's been literally trying to undo the very essence of himself he expended into it. He takes a breath as though to add something else then apparently thinks better of it, reaching over and turning the console off. ]

superieure

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

denyamenti

[ The face that greets console users this morning is offering a polite smile, laced with a touch of sheepishness as though he feels that he is troubling them by asking questions. ]

Everyone I've spoken to so far has been very helpful but I wonder if anyone had time for a few more questions? Has anyone here heard of a game called "Duel Monsters"? Or know of such companies as KaibaCorp, or Industrial Illusions?

Another thing, I've noticed quite a bit of... well, fire around the residence they've assigned me. It's like nothing I've ever seen before, not being hot at all. It's almost as though it's-- ah, it seems silly to say, forgive me. But it's rather like magic in stories, isn't it?

[ He seems embarrassed to bring it up, looking pensively away from the screen but continues after a moment. ]

Though, I suppose given everything that's happened here... perhaps it's not so strange?

jondrette

[Eponine's a tiny little ball of fire, and right now, that fire is directed right towards the screen.]

Damian Wayne!

I wish to speak with you immediately. Had I another way to contact you, I would. But it is of the utmost importance, and I demand you respond to me right now!

[She'll be damned if her new little sister gets her heart broken the way Eponine had had hers smashed into bits. You don't get to be a jerk to tiny French girls and get away with it. Not anymore.]

I have words for you, and if it you do not respond to me, I shall air them all here for all of the network to hear! I do not fear it, it is you that should.

We may meet somewhere if you wish, but I shall not let this go unanswered.

[ooc: anyone is, of course, welcome to respond.]

parallels

[Clara has still been under the weather the past few days and so she's been avoiding the network even more than usual. But now she something to say. She turns the video on, coughs, then clears her throat before speaking.]

Hullo. Clara, by the way, if you don't know. Been stuck inside with a nasty cold for the past few days so I've been doing a lot of reading. Well, more reading than usual. And so I've finished with the third read through of all the books I've managed to recover here.

[She gestures to a pile next to her. There's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, The Little Prince, Pride and Prejudice along with a few other Austin novels, and Canturbury Tales. All of them have significant wear.]

So I was thinking and had a clever thought. Plenty of people I've talked to are also quite into reading and I do imagine we're in the same miserably situation of having only a few books in English or otherwise Earth languages. Like I said, I'm on the third go for mine.

But if we all exchanged books that we had we had with each other, we'd be able to actually read something new and not just go for repeated viewings. Even I'm getting a bit bored these and they're my favorites. Might be able to get in a few new good reads. We could even lend out books to anyone who doesn't have any.

Spread a bit of literature about, get some new books to shove our noses in, it's a brilliant plan if you ask me. And not just because I thought of it.

[She grins but then coughs and sniffs before biting her lip. Like she's unsure about if she actually wants to say what she has to say next.]

And if you haven't heard, the Doctor, the funny one with the bowtie, has left the turtle. Won't find him anywhere.

[She shakes her head before looking back up at the screen. It's clear that it was something that she felt had to be said,]

So English or other earth language book owners, give me a ring. Let's discuss each other's collections. Make a few swaps. Maybe we'll even make it a club.

corage

[Hello turtleland, it's been a while since you really saw this guy on the screen, yeah? Or not at all, considering how terrible his first post was, what with butchering his identity and all that. But regardless of that, here is he - Hal the younger, looking pretty much the same as usual, save for the troubled expression on his face.]

So, uh-- [This is so not going to end well, he knows, but, well. After that incident... he supposes he has to make some things clear before it gets worse.] --I know a lot of people have recovered from the after effects of that thing that happened during Halloween, which is cool and all, but I was wondering...

[Pauses, makes a face. Sooooo not going to end well.]

Is there anybody who's still suffering from it? Just--well, wondering. And all that. Consider a guy curious. It's up to you if you want to answer or not. I'm just asking more than anything else.

[Because this is sooooo not related to him at all. Nope. Not at all.]

modernized

[Action (Batman)]

[In the Fire Sector today, there might be something seen that strikes unusual. A blur of black and red, going from rooftop to alleyway, in the sky and sprinting through the shadows. If someone catches sight it at the right time it should be clear what it is: a man in all black, with a red bat symbol on his chest.

If he stops it's only for a few short moments, as it observes it's surrounding area. But only for a few moments and nothing more, before it continues on. Whether it'll stop if called out...well that's be to seen if someone is willing to call out to it.]

[Voice (Terry)]

Hey, people living on giant turtle...ok, here goes my pride out the window so get ready. Those Kedan dregs? Didn't give me any clothes! So right now? Completely naked! Nice guys, really. I enjoyed taking a ride down turtle lane but I got to be honest it was a little chilly.

[Yeah.]

I need clothes. Anyone got some to spare? Mens size and I still have my underwear on, so there's that. I'll give you some of my, uh, juulan if you do, since I can't go buy clothes like this and all. Name's Terry by the way. Let me know if you can help. And try not to laugh too hard at my misery.

[Ok so he isn't actually naked and he's wearing the suit while covering up his window curtains (and locked said windows just in case), but all he had was the suit he came in with. He can't exactly be in it 24/7 and he doesn't want to be so this is his best plan. May as well ask the hopefully friendly people over this computer for help...even if it means he'll have to actually get naked for whoever shows up.]

[ooc: action prompt for those who wanna meet terry as batman, voice prompt for those who wanna meet him as himself!]

laylaknowsstuff

[A young, blonde woman appears on the network. Nothing's really odd about her appearance, standard white female, except for the large 'M' tattooed over her right eye. She has a strange smirk on her lips that seems to indicate she knows something you don't.] Please allow me to introduce myself, I'm a lady of wealth and taste.

[Way to make an entrance- steal V's introduction lines from V for Vendetta, and, y'know, quote the Rolling Stones. She waves.]

So, I've been told we're battling a terrible evil. Where I'm from, we call this Tuesday.

But I thought I'd drop a line, I just got in last night. If we're stuck here for the long haul, it'd be pretty nice to know a few more people than my teammates. So I'm here to say hello, introduce myself.

[And on that note…] I'm Layla Miller. I know stuff.

ironface

[The console turns on to show a curious-looking Isabeau, chin resting on interlaced fingers.]

I've been thinking, and I have a question for you all.

How does the system of government work on your world? What do you think of it?

[Is she even allowed to ask that here? Well, whatever. Too late now.]

justlittle

[Bean is either getting more comfortable using the Network as himself, or he's getting more desperate. Either way, this post is audio, not text like those before it.]

I know there was just a recent post about food, but I find myself in need. The simple fact is I can't cook. I either need someone to do it for me or I need someone to teach me how. I can pay in juulan or I can trade language lessons. I know everything is translated, but text isn't. I can teach English, French, Spanish, and a number of other languages. [Those seem most common, however.]

I'm not picky. I just know it's getting colder and food will be harder to come by. I've been on the edge of starving before, and I have no intention of ever being there again.

Thank you.

Tu Shanshu

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