tushanshu | Entries tagged with † brandon sharpe

Welp, there’s five hours of my life I don’t think I’ll be getting back...all that time spent grilling these strange Overlanders and they give me a load of waffle for my trouble [behold, as the video kicks into gear the viewer is presented with an unusual creature--not quite human, not quite animal, and distinctly girl...well if she doesn't look like your typical girl she sounds...girly?] now I just have more questions than before.

Like this whole In Between business [her emphasis is accompanied by exaggerated finger gestures] well this is my body so you think I’d be the first to know if something happens, normally I would know if I had died…this doesn't feel like a dream…shoulda seized the day and pinched an Overlander when I had the chance. [In retrospect she looks almost...disappointed at the missed opportunity.]

Actually, now that I think about it things started getting really hairy after I stated asking the big questions like “how do I know?” and “where’s the my ticket off of this funny farm?” [she folds her arms in front of her looking decidedly contemplative] then suddenly it’s suddenly all this Emperor person’s business. You'd think a girl'd have the right to know, but I guess this Emperor doesn't think much about wanderlust…isn't that just too bad?

[Yeah, too bad.]

That’s a kind of royalty right? This Emperor thing? That would simplify, dealing with royalty is one of my specialties [she doesn’t elaborate on what she means by that, but instead she cracks her knuckles menacingly] and as Angel Island’s resident Guardian I think a little diplomacy is in order. If reason doesn’t work I’m open to exploring alternatives, it’s not like I have a whole lot of leisure time here. My duties come first, that’s something a ruler should be able to understand.

[But even as she says it she can’t help looking a little skeptical, apparently she knows things are not always that simple.]

Awful nice of them to provide dwellings though, the digs aren't so bad, but this isn't a long term arrangement--so I guess it'd be prudent to get the skinny on this place first? I'll take any information.

walkingwmd

[Hello everyone, have an unimpressed looking girl...in a bright yellow hazmat suit?]

Sooooo...Asianish fantasyworld, huh? Yeah, because that hasn't been done before. At least this seems to be a real place and not some offensive land of the stereotypical created for the amusement of the ignorant American masses. Because, seriously? Wow, whoever writes all that crap has to be some sort of nasty fetishist or something. No, sir, I will not be your precious yamato nadeshiko waifu nor am I a seductive kunoichi, so get lost.

[She lets out a disgusted sigh.]

Guess I was about due for this kind of thing to happen to me. Can't be a superhero without weird stuff like time travel and alternate universes and dying only to come back to life later...

Does anyone know who among us "foreigners" has been here the longest? Totally okay with all the room I've got to myself around here, but that's not enough to buy my approval when it comes to the idea of staying.

97_percent

First, I'll be honest and say I'm still not positive this isn't some disturbingly elaborate test the CDC's springing on me. Then again, if it is, I already failed before we got to the insane virtual reality part of our tour, so I guess it's best if I assume this is actually happening and go from there.

Second, contrary to popular belief, I'm not especially fond of being the bearer of bad news, but it seems to be my place in life, so brace yourselves. That little zombie outbreak you guys had a couple weeks ago? Consider it a dress rehearsal for what could happen in your near future.

When I arrived here, I carried a virus with me. It's called Kellis-Amberlee, it is airborne and highly contagious, and it nearly ended my world twenty years ago. I'm sorry. Honestly I am.

I suppose the noble thing to do would be to raise my hand publicly and let myself be sacrificed for the greater good, but I've been trying way too hard to stay alive lately to give up now, so I guess I'm sorry for being selfish as well. If it helps, there's no real guarantee getting rid of me would solve your problem anyway. I've been on the street, spoken to people, been breathing out virus particles the whole time I've been here. The virus is out there, it's probably spreading, and there's no way around it.

The good thing is, 1) you've got someone whose parents fought this war and won, and 2) I'm not sure it's contagious to the locals, and I'm hoping not, because that could be what keeps this from becoming an epidemic. I've attached a file detailing what I can remember off the top of my head about the virus, what it does, and the means of combating both it and the infected. I'd be happy to answer any questions you have and help in any way that doesn't get me shot in the head, but first I am going to go and take a long nap. Maybe it turns out this isn't real after all.

[ Attached is a file containing this basic information, but in a hell of a lot more detail. Replies to responses here will come ~12 hours later and from another anonymous console at another location in the city. Georgia wasn't kidding about that nap. ]

histruename

[It's been a while since Hellboy's shown his face. Not since the zombie attack. Truth be told, he hasn't felt all that social over the last week or so. Liz is gone again. He's not really sure how he feels about that. But her absence has got him thinking, and too much thinking lead to old habits that really do die hard. He spends most of the week at the bottom of a bottle holed up in his living room, staring at the intricate star chart that had been given to him by a stranger. Trying to make sense of things. Just trying to figure out how this fits into the big picture.

He thinks a lot about Liz, and the seed of an idea she planted just before she disappeared. She'd wanted to start some type of Bureau here, and maybe that wasn't such a bad idea. If there's one thing the Foreigners needed, it was organization. And if there was one thing Hellboy needed, it was a distraction. This could very well be a recipe for both.

Though he's dubious of his actual organizational skills. His strategy for everything was almost always to plunge in head-first without any kind of preparation. He was nothing like Bruttenholm or even Manning, but he could damn well try. He'll do it for Liz.

So he cleans himself up a little, or about as much as Hellboy ever does, and puts on his best game face. (Which, when your face is mostly stuck like that, is never hard.)

The feed starts with a steady silence and a level, golden-eyed gaze. Then he realizes the thing is actually on and begins.

Here goes nothin'...]

Anyone who knew her, Elizabeth Sherman disappeared about a week ago.

[He can't say for certain she's back in their world. There's no way of telling that for sure. He tries not to think about it too hard.]

Before she left she proposed getting together an organization similar to the one we worked for back in our world here on the Turtle. For anyone who's not familiar, I'll give you a quick run-down.

It's called the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense, an organization that studies the paranormal around the world and is responsible for fighting off any big nasties that might pop up in the meantime. Ghosts, demons, vampires, you name it.

Most of our employees are researchers, like to paw through rotting manuscripts and study trolls. Me... they just send me in when things get messy. Though I've trained plenty of new agents before.

I'm not really the administrative type. So if anyone's willing to help get this off the ground, I'd appreciate it. What we really need are people interested in the actual research end of things. Though field agents aren't a bad thing either.

I know a few people spoke to Liz in her first message. I'd like to speak to them again if I can. Just let me know if you're interested and what you might be able to bring to the table. Maybe we might start making sense of this place.

[Yeah, this sure won't be his father's Bureau, but it might be something.]

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.

dwaggies

[There is a purple-haired young lady peering at her computer quizzically; for a moment, she says nothing, only stares. She has a basic understanding of how the contraption in front of her works, at least, thanks to the kedan, but it's going to take a lot of getting used to. :|a It's not long before she brushes off her confusion with a bright smile, and waves at whoever might be watching.]

Not my first time visiting a floating community, but I can't say I've ever been on a giant turtle before. I asked Genoh if he could give me a turtle-back ride, once, but I don't think he liked the idea. [huff] And he wasn't nearly big enough to have an entire city built on top of him! Ooh, unless it was a city of ants...

[She trails off, tapping her chin with one finger thoughtfully, but eventually she seems to give up on the idea and moves right along:] Anyway! Important questions about important things - is there a lost and found anywhere around here? I kiiiinda lost my queen, you see, so if anyone could help me find her, that would be great! She's pretty scrawny, brown hair, gets mad when you call her a tomboy, and chances are she is attached to her big brother at the hip. Answers to Lymsleia, but she might get grouchy if you call her anything but "Your Majesty." And she'll be really grouchy if the aforementioned big brother isn't with her, so I should probably find her and keep her company. If she's here.

--Oh! I'm Miakis, by the way~! Even if you haven't seen my missing person, come and say hello! A girl gets lonely hanging out all by herself, you know?

cravats

[The post opens on the video setting, with a curious-looking rather pointy-nosed sandy-haired man in Victorian garb looking at the console. He adjusts his cravat slightly.]

I believe this is the 'video' setting? And you all can see me? This really is marvelous, you know—or perhaps you don't, if you're used to it-

[He then abruptly switches to the audio setting, his voice gaining a shading of amusement.]

And I can certainly see the advantages of being heard, but not seen. How thoughtful of our hosts.

[Then the audio cuts off too, his fascination with this new technology overwhelming his usual good manners.]

And this, of course, is text. Most similar to what I'm used to, though this letter arrangement does not seem to be the most efficient. Are we capable of changing this? I'm sure there's a better arrangement for these.

qwertyuiop

That makes very little sense.

effective

[Katniss has a few healing cuts and scraps from Zombie Adventures, but she's clean and apparently recently showered, judging by the wet braid slung over one shoulder. She sits in her chair with her legs pulled up to her chest, ready to leap from it if she needs to. Her bow and quiver are visible in the background]

I want to hunt. Is there anywhere I can do that, or does this turtle have some kind of moral objection to things other than us being killed on its back?

[There's a long pause, and she almost reaches out to end the post before she remembers something] Animals. I want to hunt animals. Nothing else. That's all.

fatedchaos

[The feed cuts on to reveal a young teenage girl in a slightly dirty and definitely revealing dress, a shaky smile on her face as well as a slightly bemused look. Above her heart, if someone looks hard enough, they’ll see a floral tattoo. She tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.] Um, hey. [What now? She rubs her hands over her bare arms, going quiet for a second before taking a deep breath.] So. This seriously happened, huh? Universal kidnapping or whatever it is. You know, I was... I was supposed to be going home finally. I was supposed to be going back to school and picking my life up again and...

[She falls silent again.] Not that anyone actually wants to hear all that, just one more person whining about things. I don’t want to be a whiner. [Yes she does. Fuck all this injustice.]

Anyway. [There’s a bright grin on her face now.] My name’s Vanessa. And I was wondering if someone could point me in the direction of the nearest clothing store? Or a mall> I’m, uh... Not really dressed for whatever this is. [She feels really uncomfortable being in her low cut white dress.] That’s what I get for being dressed to go partying, right? [Ahahaha......]

kelpful

[A messy-haired teenage boy is eyeing the computer with an expression somewhere between dubious, irritated, and relieved] One minute I’m falling to Tartarus, the next I’m stuck on a giant turtle and surrounded by water. I’m pretty sure that no one can blame me for thinking that sounds too good to be true.

We are on a giant turtle, right? Like, I didn’t hit my head and hallucinate that or anything, there’s definitely a turtle with a whole city happening on its back and everything? Has anyone tried talking to it yet? Because I could really use an answer that isn’t ‘ask the Emperor’ right now.

[He glances down at his hands and falls silent for a moment. One of them shows signs of the skin being ripped and torn, but it’s the other one he seems to be focussing on. He clenches his hand fruitlessly for a second, before glancing back up at the camera] Uh. I’m Percy, by the way. I’m looking for a girl called Annabeth Chase. She’s tall, has curly blonde hair, and a bad attitude. If you tell her I’m looking for her, she’ll probably start badmouthing me. Or – Frank, Hazel, Nico, Leo, Piper. Jason, even. If you’re here, get in touch.

fotia

[The boy on the screen has a smudge of black grease on one cheek and on his orange shirt, and looks like he hasn't heard of a comb before. He's also smiling widely and his eyes are wide and alert, like he's accidentally swallowed a bag of coffee beans.]

What's up, everyone? The one you've been waiting for all your life, Leo Valdez, has finally arrived at Tu Vishan!

Ladies, please.

[He raises his hand as if to calm down adoring fans before he continues.]

So, first thing's first. I'm going to rattle off a few names here, and if you know anyone going by that name, or if you are said person, I'd like you to raise your hand and say "I pledge allegiance to the handsome and enigmatic Leo Valdez, Lord of Awesomeness." Got it? Great! Here we go!

Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Hazel Levesque, Coach Hedge, Nico di Angelo...

[There's a pause, and a moment's hesitation flickers on his face before he says the next two names.] Annabeth Chase, and Percy Jackson.

Oh... And Frank Zhang too, I guess. [He shrugs at that, but the smile is back to full-on, Leo-brand radiance.]

That's it! Anyone? Free burgers for the first person who answers!

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.

howherolls

[ a haggard looking young man sits on a bed, his hands wringing together over and over again as he speaks. There's a hollowness to his stare, and he takes a little longer than most between his sentences, thoughtfully ]

I was working...on having responsibilities again. I baked bread starting at four in the morning until noon. At noon I fed the geese. Depending on the day, I might have free time after that, but by dinner I helped Katniss cook and I would dead-head the flowers in the garden.

The schedule...helped.

[ his hands spasm erratically for a moment, then still as Peeta clenches his jaw ]

And now I'm here. [ he offers a tight smile ] And that means I'm not feeding geese and the garden's not going anywhere anytime soon. Not to mention there's a possible deer overpopulation problem in District Twelve.

[ he sighs ]

So there go my responsibilities. And schedule. I guess this serves as a fair warning for you all.

memoriesinsmoke

[So this is awkward. Liz has never been very good at talking about business beyond "what do you need me to burn". Handling everyone as a group was always Kate's thing - but Kate isn't here, and Hellboy's skills with rounding people up usually leave something to be desired. So she's just going to put on her best poker-face and do this.

Thankfully, she's always been good at keeping a straight face.]

I'm sure something everyone's noticed about this place is that there's no shortage of paranormal things going on. Some of you may be used to it, while others probably aren't.

For those of you that don't know me, I'm Agent Elizabeth Sherman, and back home I work for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. Our job was to research, monitor, and investigate paranormal happenings around the world. ... And defend mankind from it, whenever it came to that. [Which it did. Very frequently.]

Considering the nature of this place, I thought it would be wise to try and put together something similar over here. That way the next time something happens, we'll have a group ready to take care of the problem without having to worry about civilians and other non-combatants getting caught up in the mess.

Of course, it's the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. So along with fighters, we'll need people with knowledge of the paranormal - and who could maybe help with looking into finding more information about the nature of the things found in this world - people who can keep records of what's already happened... office kind of stuff, basically. [She does paperwork when she has to, but it's not her forte, okay.]

If you're interested, let me know your experience with this sort of thing and what you're planning to contribute, and we can work something out.

thetyrant

[Logan taps his fingers agitatedly as the feed begins, but that's the only part of him that's anything but stoic. Even with his hair lank and greasy from the sea, his clothes stained and damp and that breastplate surely irritating him, he projects as much kingly composure and calm as he can muster.]

I suppose the first order of business would be to introduce myself. [His voice is deep and rich, a bit of a contrast with his thin, angular features.] My name is Logan. I am the king of a place called Albion, but unless any of my citizens have found their way here, I'm aware I have no authority and will not make any attempts to command.

[His left hand clenches into a fist, hard enough for his knuckles to go white, then relaxes. The movement is repeated rhythmically as he finishes.] The person who brought me here from the Shell's Edge seemed to believe he had told me everything of import, but is there any other knowledge I'm likely to be missing? The natives of a place often take for granted something a foreigner would like to know.

crotcharrow

[This is just the icing on the fucking cake. Really. He feels like it wasn't a month ago he was making one of these posts. Because it wasn't. And to make matters worse? He'd just sucked up his pride and apologised to her. They had been getting better.

He looks worse for wear and is rubbing at his eyes when the camera feed turns on. Doesn't look like he's really slept, because he hasn't.]

Kate's missing. I looked everywhere. All her stuff's here so I don't think she's like, gone anywhere for the night. But if anyone's seen her, lemme know? She's got long dark hair, and usually wears purple. Her name's Kate Bishop.

[He runs a hand through his mussed up hair and heaves a sigh. Really, what had he been expecting? Life's a bitch. He laughs weakly. Someone isn't looking too stable.]

...Yeah. Thanks.

[And the feed cuts out.]

sharpes

note to all the newcomers:

you are really not more important than the rest of us, fyi. and demanding answers? is pretty dumb. because if we had them do you seriously think we'd still be here?

yeah.

thanks for playing. feel free to link this to any n00bs past or present, because some people seriously need a wake-up call.

oh yeah and welcome to the jungle or something.

- anonymous.

survival_isnt_living

[There's an almost lazy arrogance in Sep's posture as he regards the camera, and a small smile on his handsome face. He seems incredibly pleased with himself--and he is. After a moment in which he clearly considers what to say, he lets out a quick, amused breath. His smile softens a little.]

For any new arrivals, and those I haven't met, I'm Sep. I didn't want to speak before I was certain I could deliver. Now I am.

I'm a healer. [The pause shows a brief flicker of distaste on his face, before settling into something more serious. He hates the word he's about to use.] Functionally speaking, I draw on the... magic in water. As such, at home we generally work with patients in a tub of water. For some, the more powerful can work without, but it's not our preference.

As far as specialty, I'm most familiar with injuries, any kind that needs attention. By my people's standards I am more skilled than most. [He frowns briefly.] Serious illness generally takes longer, and is more exhausting. And with injuries, there are limits. With any luck we won't have to face anything truly serious.

I know some people won't be quite as comfortable with healing by [almost invisible pause] magic as my people are. For us, it's as everyday as breathing. Obviously I'll respect your boundaries, whatever they are, though I hope you'll take the professional's advice.

[Faint amusement glitters in his bright green eyes.] I'll be working out of my suite in WA-3A. [It's just more convenient.] Come by whenever you need to, especially for emergencies.

build

[ the comm flips to life with the face of ariadne looking almost deep in thought for a moment (this whole place is a lot to take in) before she is sighing deeply, letting her hand unconsciously start to rub at the back of her neck, as she calmly ask: ] I'm wondering if anyone could tell me what year it is?

[ that's a simple question for a projection, right? ]

I mean, my friend and I...well we're new.

[ which hopefully will give her some type of leniency with others (though she is doubtful and can only smile somewhat awkwardly because of it) ]

...and I guess we would just like some type of idea what we’re up against here, or maybe where we're all coming from.

[ it's a vague question, and one that she isn't fully sure she will like the answer of. but at least it is something that might get them closer to understanding this whole mess. because lets face it, the natives aren't exactly the most helpful of people. ]

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