tushanshu | Entries tagged with † aisha al-fadhil

[The feed opens on a close up of an Enjolras whose gaze is stoic as he looks upon his audience. If one knows him well, they can see the signs that everything is not at ease here. His eyes are a bit swollen, and there are some dark circles there, but in contrast to his appearance when he came to Temeraire earlier, his cravat is carefully tied and waistcoat unrumpled. There was little he could do about the tangle that his hair has become, but he has yanked it back into a tight queue for the moment and at least it is out of the way ensuring he appears, at least, somewhat orderly for this video.]

As Temeraire states, the results of our team investigation were relatively unsuccessful as they were interrupted by the creature of shadows who has sought to do ill here. My personal apologies to any who have been concerned at my absence and silence both while within his realm and upon our return here. It was not my intent to cause anyone worry or harm, and I intend to see that those others among our number are recovering as well. Accept my apologies for not having done so sooner and be aware that I intend to make amends if any of you were especially concerned or worried.

[He would add more perhaps, but doing so borders very dangerously on appearing as if he thinks he does not deserve what happened to him there, and more, for what he's done, so Enjolras stays silent on that point, starring straight ahead into the console as if he is trying to meet the gaze of any who would come to see him now.]

I ask if everyone that is seeing this, would be so kind to grant me the privilege of some time more for solitude and reflection, but please know I will come to you when ready, unless of course, your matter is more urgent, at which case I beg your forgiveness for my presumption, and should be ready to assist at once.

Thank you.

[And his gaze remains unwavering, mostly, almost disturbingly as the feed switches off.]

Current Mood: resolute

survival_isnt_living

For those who don't know me, I'm Sep. First order of business: I have had enough people come by that I should confirm: my healing depends on the talents which seem to be going dormant with the Turtle's current state. I won't be much use on that front for some time, I'm afraid. [The strain, already audible, nearly makes his voice crack before he gets it back under control.]

I know self-defense classes have already been offered. I urge people to accept that generous offer. For those of us who prefer armed combat, I'll be holding sparring sessions in Water Sector [he attaches a map with a location] in the afternoons daily, and more extended ones every three days. It isn't intended for basic training, though I can give lessons on request.

I'm a swordsman by preference, though not exclusively. If anyone wants to drop by for a spar and train up, drop by.

[And, starting that afternoon, he'll be in Water Sector stepping through forms or sparring with anyone who comes by.]

kvarterskommissarie

[ Okay. He has practiced answering other people's transmissions. The machines, however foreign, are no longer a complete mystery to him and this really can't wait any longer. He's been too lax as is, really.

Still, there is an awkward stiffness to the way he addresses the network. All too aware that he's being watched and maybe he should've gone for voice, but that lacks a connection between people instead. You people and your technowonders. ]

It's come to my attention that I, uh... have some catching up to do.

I'm looking for anyone with experience in the medical profession past the year 1790 that would be willing to bring me up to speed, in a way. As this would be a great favor to ask, I am of course willing to compensate through the exchange of knowledge or... something else, should that not be sufficient.

emasculates

[Her tone is blunt, sharp, faintly accented. No preamble.]

We are here to fight a war. How many of you are remotely prepared?

[She's guessing like three. But then again, she has high standards for preparedness.]

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

candystriped

[ A colourful young woman appears on the console screen, leaning forward to turn on the video before settling back. She's wearing an elegant black dress, her legs crossed primly in front of her so one can see the white ruffles on the skirt, black and blue stockings, and her long duo-toned hair is spread in a veritable cape behind her. ]

So it's nice of you all to throw such a party for my arrival, but I don't plan on staying very long. However since you've brought out all the best sweets, I will stay long enough to sample all of them! Then the rest of you plebs can go back to your lives and I'll go back to mine.

inseine

[Perhaps some of you have noticed a set of mysterious cautionary signs going up all around Keeliai. The signs, declaring certain off-limits areas as Government Property - No Trespassing, are cast in bright yellow and written in several major languages (including English and French) that someone has contracted out to a local sign-maker. They are most noticeable in places like sewer entrances and other law-code-specified regions that the Emperor has declared inaccessible to foreigners.

All of this work was accomplished, of course, by Javert, his efforts to improve the Keeliai city law enforcement processes and create a fairer ground for new foreigners now officially sanctioned by the Emperor herself. But that is only the start of his work; there is still much left to do, and that is why he appears on the network today, in his full well-groomed coat with his hair and whiskers tamed into submission and a cold, proud expression on his face. At the last second, one might be able to catch a small, self-conscious rub at his forehead, and a quick finger-comb of his bangs over his face.]

I need a well-spoken individual to agree to a read aloud. [His voice is as cold and abrupt as his manner. He draws his shoulders back to his trademark military stiffness.] You will be paid by the hour, at a fair rate. You are expected to complete a full reading of a big tome as quick as you can.

There is another thing… [Here there is a palpable hesitation, and Javert grimaces at the camera.] A volunteer opportunity. Unfortunately. Mostly to do with hanging signs and translation work. It will best suit honest men, multilingual, who are interested in public safety. I won't waste your time unless you want to hear more. Contact me about it.

[Private Text Message to Bruce Wayne:]

M. Wayne:

I would like to request a reduction in my hours. Half-time is preferred, until the next crisis stretches your construction resources.

I await your reply.

Javert.

[Private Text Message to Haytham Kenway]

Do you have any trustworthy names for me?

suoxi

[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

thequeensown

[Talia has been keeping relatively quiet over the network, but Jack's post caught her attention while she was checking up on things and she responds with a post of her own after gathering her thoughts.]

Hello... my name is Talia and I've had the pleasure of meeting a few of you since my rather rough arrival. [If by rough she meant near death, but that was a trivial matter right now.] As has been brought to your attention already, our hosts appear to be growing ever more impatient with us. In some areas this is as a simple as not offering us jobs, or refusing us service... In other areas, I have been physically jostled aside and I've little doubt that others have suffered similarly. I know rationing and I understand the stress that it puts upon a people, let alone a people that are 'suffering' unexpected guests. This is something more and it concerns me...

[She exhales slowly, because admitting to this had caused her problems in the past and directly caused her to be ostracized and targeted... needless to say, she was wary, but knew it was knowledge that needed to be shared.]

I would like it known that I am an Empath and a Mind Healer. One of the things this grants me is the ability to read the emotions of others and, if I choose, to sway them. The kedan are restless and they are angrier by the day... I'm the strongest Empath in my kingdom, but not even I can manage the entire expanse of Tu Vishan by myself at one time. I have been able to keep tempers calm around the Water Sector, but if you've need of me anywhere, at any time, you've but to send for me and I will come.

Otherwise, I will be making circuits throughout the Sectors and offering what help I may with my abilities. [And she'd continue to do so until she ran herself to the ground or the trouble came to an end.]

gaudy

[ The elf on the camera is bristling, cast in the blue firelight of the Fire district. His hair is oddly bright white, as are the almost-glowing lines that trail down his chin and neck, and disappear into the collar of his armor. Over one shoulder is the absolutely massive hilt of a sword, which looks comically out of proportion with him. Fenris had finally figured his device out, but it involved a lot of making a fool of himself in front of the Kedan, which he does Not Look Pleased about.

The effect of his otherwise withering glare is somewhat undermined by the fact that he opens his mouth to speak but compulsively twitches his head to the side to stare over one shoulder for a few moments, paranoid about things lurking in the shadows. He wets his lips when he finally looks back, suspicion and unease written across his pointed features before he schools them into a sneer again. ]

I am not a mage-- [ he practically spits the word, what a pleasant first impression he's making here ] but even I can see that this is not the Fade. In Between, they say. Bah. What nonsense.

[ In fact while he's at it let him just stare distastefully down his nose at the thing in his hands. "Technology?" Unlikely. By its strange glow and stranger capabilities, it is totally obviously something far worse!! ] This place reeks of magic all the same. And I wonder who has suffered to make it so? Magic comes with a cost. It always comes with a cost.

Whoever did this will reap what they've sown. I should like to be as far away as I can be when that day comes.

[ooc: Please don't reply with text!! Fenris is illiterate and kinda ashamed about it, so he would just skip over text replies without saying anything in order to save face.]

aenseidhe

[ Iorveth is set up at one of the cafe consoles inner city for once, and perhaps his first time. While he does seem uncomfortable in the setting, eyes occasionally sliding to passing strangers, particularly if they appear human, he's mostly focus on a book held in his hands over the keyboard of the console. ]

Are there any books of actual, useful content on this damned turtle? At least something aside from volume upon volume of poetry? [ A finger flips a page, and he lets out a deflating sigh, muttering as he glances over the text. ] Particularly bad poetry at that... I know drunken, randy taedh who produce better while wooing uninterested tavern wenches.

[ He clears his throat, adjusting in his seat for a moment to settle the bow strapped to his back more comfortably before continuing. ]

I've yet to find any solid history on Tu Vishan outside of... Old Jinsan's ogre of a great-grandfather... [ eyeroll, that had been a fun hour of old man rambling to listen to ] and civil wars that I assume were responsible for the burnt out villages beyond the outskirts of Keeliai. Which aren't much worth visiting unless you've a liking for rusted gardening tools.

[ A grumble and the book in his hand is snapped shut, tossed aside on a nearby table with some local drink he'd decided to try. ] Nothing giving more detail on the plight of the mainland turtles. Neén en bloede aedd. You'd think it may be a point of interest, considering.

[ Considering Tu Vishan seems like it's suffering a kind of sickness of it's own. A pause and he squints at the console for a moment, thinking. ]

If you've more information, I would appreciate it. I'll be taking another venture out onto the wastelands tomorrow. [ Read: Vague invitation for anyone who'd like to help investigate to come along, but there are definitely some people he will outright refuse. ] Company may not be refused, provided you don't nurse a habit of incessant small talk, or happen to be someone I despise.

Va faill.

[[ ooc; like the last post, I kept elder speech bits in to signal where his accent would change, as he switches between that and Common when he talks, though all the Elder Speech bits would be comprehended just as well /o/
taedh = bard, poet
Neén en bloede aedd = 'Not a bloody shard.'
Va faill = goodbye/farewell ]]

idkmybffpyramid

[One of the first things you learn in the Turks is not to let your shitty mood interfere with your work. One of the other things he's learned in his time is that having too much pride makes an excellent painkiller. He's sort of come to turns with the fact that he doesn't know this place well enough yet to not ask for help, but by george is he ever unhappy about it. He can, however, do a quick once over of the last few months on the network and hide the fact that he is in agony right now - it's probably obvious that he's hurting, but he's also going ahead and acting like it's no big deal.

Have one battered and bloody redhead speaking to you all casually and whatnot, Keeliai!]

Just for reference: This definitely isn't the Lifestream?

[because that would suck. but he also feels like he'd know if he was dead, and so he presses on with that same tone.]

[SHRUG] Anyway, uh. I could really use a doctor or a heal or a potion, if any of those are things you have around here. [...] And a new shirt, while I'm at it.

Thanks. [should he introduce himself? ??? ??] Name's Reno, by the way.

monstrous

[There are a few seconds of dead air as someone is still tinkering around with the console, but then there is the sound of a man clearing his throat]

Giant turtle, yeah? It looks like Hinduism had it right a least. Well done and cheers on that everyone involved.

Anyway, introductions! I’m Tobias Matthews, Toby to my friends, and I think this would be the bit where I say that anyone willing to help out a newcomer would be welcome. So thanks again, cheers, etc and so on.

[There is some more awkward dead air, and then a long sharp exhale before Toby starts again. The forced smile can be heard in his voice]

Right, so anyone here know about getting games on these things, or at least a bit of television?

dominare

[ the feed turns on and for a few moments, there’s nothing. Haytham’s giving it a critical eye, a few turns this way and that, before settling it down. The technology is fascinating, and comparable to stuffs made by the First Civilization, at least in the eyes of someone unfamiliar with it all. Haytham clears his throat, purses his lips, and turns the device around to face him finally. ]

I won’t mince words and lie to say this small excursion was anything short of highly disruptive, but what’s past is past, and dwelling on it does none of us any service. I've spoken with the native population, and am quite aware of our— unique circumstances.

[ there’s an almost imperceptible raise of an eyebrow; he has no reason to doubt the locals, but taking their words on blind faith would be completely irrational ]

My name is Haytham Kenway, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even if indirectly. I normally prefer to converse in a far more direct manner, but we must make do with what we are given to work with.

I seek a guide to Keeliai— if you are intimately familiar with the city and it’s politics, I wish speak with you. Sooner, rather than later.

aenseidhe

[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]

I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.

[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]

I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.

If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.

[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]

Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.

[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]

philosophe

[Combeferre certainly looks better than he did a few days ago. There is some color back in his cheeks, a few books and papers scattered around behind him, if one cares to notice. He gives the feed a little bit of a wave and leans close.]

As I have said to a few I have encountered here, at home I was studying to be a doctor. I would dearly love to find something to do with myself in a clinic, as soon as I am physically able. Is there one in this city, or, perhaps, someone who would be interested in starting one if there is not?

I realize there has undoubtedly been quite a lot of advancement within the field of medicine in the past -- however long it has been, but I would certainly be willing to learn. It should prove to be most enlightening.

So please, if there are doctors present, your advice would be greatly appreciated.

suoxi

[ Inara appears on the video screen to those who might happen to be watching at this particular time, poised and smiling and entirely at ease. ]

It appears as if new arrivals are a fairly frequent occurrence. Every weekend, it seems. I know it's a trying time and very frustrating, but if one chooses to think of it as an opportunity as opposed to misfortune, then perhaps it isn't quite so bad. In any case - welcome.

[ pleasantries aside...]

Now, down to business -- literally. [ she smiles and it's a bit more cautious this time, head tilting slightly as she wonders at the wisdom of her query. ]

I have been told by the kedan that there is an area of my sector that caters to specific needs and comforts, and while I am certain their tastes run true, mine, perhaps, might be a bit different.

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Inara Serra, and I am a Companion. [ seeing as no one here seems to be from the 'Verse, she decides to elaborate - delicately. ]

I provide company, conversation and comfort to those who might desire such a thing, and I am paid [ a high sum ] for my time. I entertain, converse with, and bestow companionship to my clients, and ensure that they have only a positive, enlightening and joyful experience when they are with me.

[ another polite smile. ]

If there is, perhaps, someone here who could show me some of the...finer institutions that the city has to offer that might be more suited to my personal tastes, I would be most grateful. Thank you.

survival_isnt_living

[It seems like barely a few days ago that Sep talked to the network. He doesn’t usually, so he feels it. Nor is this the same easy, almost lazily arrogant young man of that particular video. His eyes are a little sharper and even calculating, his voice crisp, and what is quite obviously military precision in his body language.]

An invasion of animate dead bodies in tightly enclosed quarters is a new experience I could have done without.

While the Palace has been offered as a sanctuary, I know not everyone, outer sectors especially, will be able to reach it--or will want to. [After all, there’s something sketchy going on with the Emperor. He can understand that attitude.] WA-3A has been fortified, and as I work out of it as a rule, it has a basic medic station if you get injured and can’t make it anywhere else. Feel free to come here either for patching up or shelter. If you have any medic skills to offer, we'd be happy to host you for the duration as well.

[He hesitates, and for a moment looks regretful and a little softer around the edges.] Sadly, I haven’t heard anything about a way to counter the effects of a bite, and finding one would take time to experiment—something which I don’t have.

Evandau’s patrols won’t be doing wider sweeps of the city. I expect he has limited men with which to do so. [There may be an implication of ‘this is the only good excuse for his not doing so.’] I am not about to let anyone trapped or choosing to remain in outer sectors go undefended. I sincerely hope I won’t be the only one. We’ll be more effective if we are coordinated.

[He glances down critically, nods to himself, and after a moment turns to sheathe and toss a newly sharpened dagger on the bed behind him. The movement reveals notably Roman-esque laid out on it.] To that end, if you want to help, I’m holding a strategy session here in WA-3A in two hours. I’d like to get some people set for civilian escorts, both on standby for requests and in regular sweeps. I would also like to get enough people together to start making some tactical strikes.

[Pause.] If anyone has lightning, fire, or flight capabilities, I’d really like to talk.

[[Log post is here. OOC planning is here and here]]

exiledsummoner

[When Tris's feed flashes up, he looks concerned and a little out of breath. He'd been in the Fire district when the undead had broken through the barrier, and he'd stayed there until he could no longer hold his barriers up. Instead, he'd fought with sword and magic to get back home, trying to save as many kedan as he could. And that was when it had happened.]

I feel like there is finally something I can do to help people here. When those creatures kill, they steal souls. I watched them do it to the kedan and I should have been able to feel the soul leaving this world, only that didn't happen. The kedan died but his soul was consumed by the undead. It wasn't safe enough to free the soul and allow the kedan to pass over, not when I was alone, but I'm confident that if I had aid holding the creatures that I could free the souls of those who have been killed.

I guess I'm offering to help anyone who loses their friends or family to these creatures. If anyone needs any aid fighting as well, I am skilled with a sword and also have quite powerful magic. Please don't hesitate to ask for help. I'll go wherever I'm needed.

Tu Shanshu

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