tushanshu | Entries tagged with † bryn zethir

[Okay, so partying didn't help the overall dreary atmosphere. He's rationalized with himself that he just needs to get used to the place, is all. Part of that was enjoying it, 'cause it could be way worse. Two of his big brothers could be here wanting to rip the other and the surrounding life apart. Could always be worse.]

[Besides, his company wasn't taken away, but simply replaced.]

[Gabriel has a floating cat next to his terminal. Like all good cats, Khoshekh is blocking Gabe's view of the screen, so the observer would see a floating, sleeping cat with an angel's eyes peaking over him.]

So, I'm the proud owner slash temporary babysitter for this kitty-kitty here. His name is Khoshekh and he loves tuna like you wouldn't believe. Can anyone think of good nicknames for Mr. Whiskers before I start calling him Kosher?

[Cause it's inevitable... Gabriel pauses a moment before continuing.]

As an aside, anyone wanna get hammered tonight or something? I'm bored.

[Looking for some more distractions is more like it, but he's good! Really!]

iwannabeadragon

I knew I’d get this thing on eventually. All it it needed was a few swift kicks to help it along.

[Hawke looks rather smug with himself right now. Despite the crash course given to him, of which he may have zoned out of once or twice, he understands this console about as much as he does magic. The fact he got it working on his own means a lot to him.]

Alright, from what I hear this place is in need of heroes and the like. So much so in fact that they’ve started kidnapping people right off the street. Now I don’t mean to criticize your emperor, but that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Generally it’s considered good manners to ask someone for help instead of just grabbing them by their short and curlies and just dragging them off somewhere.

[He wags his finger in a very ‘you should be ashamed of yourself’ manner.]

Maker, at least people in Kirkwall gave me the illusion of choice before asking me to do something stupid and dangerous. They usually pay me too.

[When he sighs it’s utterly exaggerated.]

Oh well, no use in complaining I suppose.

[Of course that doesn’t mean he’s actually going to stop anytime soon.]

Since I’m here I may as well play along. Chances are this is all some kind of Fade...dream...thing, so what’s the worst that can happen? Besides the possibility of demonic possession.

hisbabygirl

Hello..?

[Have yourself a twelve year old girl testing the water on the shiny new thing and mumbling to herself a little as she does.]

...I hope I'm doing this right.

[Oh right. The people can hear her. Sarah takes a deep breath and gets to talking.]

I uh, gotta say, this is some real crazy stuff going on. I don't even know where to start makin' sense of any of it. The Kedan people, the ones that work here? I think they work here. Live here? I dunno. They explained a lot of stuff but I'm still trying to wrap my head around even being here.

[Sarah pauses. When she speaks again it's with a little less certainty.]

Do they ever make mistakes with who they bring here? I'm not sure I'm the monster fighting type.

[Not real ones anyway.]

epigrammatical

[Text post, the day after Dorian Gray vanishes.]

To the foreigner population of Keeliai, greetings.

As there seems to be no other means by which this information is made public, I suppose I must, with great regret, take it upon myself to inform our community that Mr Dorian Gray is no longer amongst us. To his friends and enemies alike I offer condolences; the former for losing one to love and the latter for losing one to hate, always a greater loss than is ever acknowledged. To those who did not know him, you have my sincere regrets as well, for having not acquainted yourself with a most remarkable man.

-Lord Henry Wotton

Courte tâche! La tombe attend; elle est avide!
Ah! laissez-moi, mon front posé sur vos genoux,
Goûter, en regrettant l'été blanc et torride,
De l'arrière-saison le rayon jaune et doux!

[The quoted poem, "Chant d'automne", by Charles Baudelaire. Lord Henry is unlikely to reply at any great length here, but if anyone wants to meet up with him in person, feel free to bag a thread here.]

hanssome

[ooc: No spoilers for Frozen, jsyk.]

[Despite having been taught how to use the computers and the seeming necessity of doing so, Hans hadn't been quick to make his entrance. He's been observing, trying to get an idea of the sort of people he'll come across here, it's a while before he's entirely ready to begin playing along.

A bright, smiling face will appear on the feed, he's pretty delighted that he's learned how to work the contraption with such ease. He seems a little unsure of how to start, whether he should introduce himself or head straight into the issues here. Instead, he opts for small talk.]

It was very nice of the people here to teach us how to use these, we don't have anything like it where I'm from. [He gives a soft laugh.] I thought I should take the time to introduce myself. I am Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, but since they aren't here... [He trails off, looking just a bit concerned by that.] Hans, will do.

I haven't been here long, so any information you can provide would be most appreciated..And in turn, if there is any way in which I can assist you, please do not hesitate to let me know. [He can't help bowing his head a little at the computer. He's not really sure if you're meant to bow at them. Royalty could be watching, it seems a safe bet.]

casaerotica13

[Gabriel thinks that most of the population could agree with him about things being generally dreary. What with the Emperor death and all. Which really sucked, considering everything he told her about his brothers was gone now, unless she had the foresight to inform others. He had no plans of going through it all with someone else anytime soon.]

[And then Castiel was gone. Took the tension with him, really, but he would be missed. Not to mention they were one fewer again. And then Betty. Not that he knew her well, but that woman.]

[So, yeah. Crap was sucking and he didn't like it. Gabriel wasn't the type to stare at a wall and lie in misery, so he turned the console on.]

'Sup, folks. It's your favorite person again.

Look, here's the deal. My half-bro's birthday is coming up and that's enough reason for me to celebrate. He's not here, 'course, but I'm sure he's here in spirit or something.

So, who wants to participate in some drinking, dancing, and gift giving? Can't promise it'll be kid friendly, but that's a usual for me.

If nothing else, we can go around as a group and make sure everyone has some proper lights up.

[Drunk angel putting up Christmas lights in every yard. There will be many blinking dicks if he goes unsupervised.]

( Locked to Cecil )

alderwood

[The video comes up not with the backdrop of the Commander's office, but instead that of the Emperor's personal quarters. It is Alderwood that sits there, his expression dark and controlled; there are signs of grief in the redness of his eyes same as there are signs of activity in the motion of police kedan behind him, but he ignores that to address the network.]

The Ironwood Emperor is-- [Here, he breaks a moment before the line of his jaw settles with stonelike strength and he continues.] She is dead.

[Centuries of war that she survived, centuries of difficulties, and he found her as innocently dead as a victim in a murder. Evandau appears torn, once again on the brink of the grief that threatens to consume him, but he forces himself into mould of a Commander so that he might serve the purpose of this message.]

The sealed scroll outlining her succession was opened this morning under my authority as Commander. [His hand moves, briefly touching a rolled up scroll set on the flat surface before withdrawing as though burned.] It was her wish that I assume all authorities and responsibilities as Emperor after her passing.

[His look is pained, but does not break.]

Henceforth, I assume the role of Alderwood Emperor and thusly fulfill her wishes. The responsibilites of the Commander will continue with me until I choose a successor.

[A pause, a breath as he composes his next words.]

The Palace of Landed Sky is closed to all petitioners until further notice. Without Eshai's power protecting it, this is no longer a safe haven for those that wish to speak its name, so do not risk it.

[For he already suspects that Malicant is behind this and will not have it invited in to make a pair of he and Eshai in death.

That brings him to the end of what he needed to announce and so he only offers one flat statement in closing.]

This changes nothing of your presence or purpose, so do not come beg of return. Those magicks are beyond me and my priority is determining what fool made the decision to kill her.

crabmunicator

[Karkat appears on screen, looking like he's taken some efforts to make himself presentable, though his hair is as hopeless a mess as ever. That thing does what it wants. It's a monster. His expression is serious, though, and his tone is pretty sedate as he begins to speak.]

So I know I'm not the only person making this kind of post recently, but I kind of need to do this, so here I go adding another to the pile:

I need a job. And unlike a certain self-absorbed tool I'm not here to name - [Eridan, he means you.] - I'm not going to demand one on simple grounds of "I want one, so give it to me."

[Ahem.]

For things I've got experience with, I am a capable leader who led a team of twelve moronic and frustratingly stubborn trolls to victory in what has to be record time. In the interests of proper disclosure, this was not without some mistakes, but I learned from them and fully intend not to repeat their causes.

I'm experienced with sickle fighting and have taken down a ridiculous amount of creatures with them, both individually and while working with others, ranging all over the scale of size and power. I helped defeat something that should have been able to kill my team with voice alone, and that's without listing all the other stuff that made it ridiculously fucking powerful.

I'm good at coding viruses, but I somehow doubt that's going to get me a job, so whatever.

I like books and movies, so if there are any book stores or movie stores - does this place have movies? - I'd be open to those.

I've also got experience doling out romantic advice. Fair warning that this primarily revolved around the topic of troll romance, but I do have fair knowledge of the comparatively simple and stunted form that is human relationships, and am open to learning the intricacies of other systems. That's not even a job thing; it's downright fascinating and I am not here to receive arguments to the amount of "hurr hurr, you like romance!"

[He rolls his eyes, then returns to the serious look.]

Lastly, I'm not above more menial work if it comes down to it. So long as doing the job won't grind my think pan down into a fine paste to be extruded through the tiny holes of my auricular sponge clots, consider me open to the suggestion.

If you have questions, want details, shit like that, then go ahead and ask.

(OOC edit: In light of the plot development, I'm backdating this to yesterday, the 15th.)

puppetfetish

_{[ Right. Bro has seen enough weird shit in his life, he can understand waking up in a basin of water and being told he's supposed to fight some sort of war— but this wasn't how things were meant to be.

This really was not what he had read up on when first issuing his copies of Sburb.
This wasn't how the game was meant to be played.

Once he saw his own sword bare into his body and fell to the ground, he knew it would be game over for him and can only hope all of the training he had given Dave was good enough.
He can only hope and wish that everything he had done was well enough.
However, to find himself in such a strange and foreign environment, Bro's instinctive reaction is to play it calm and cool and leech out as much information about this place as possible. Inquiring about the place was pointless; people told him to hush— it was the Emperor's business.

Whatever.

Understanding the mere gist of things isn't good enough for Bro Strider. He needs detail. Every single detail he can muster up and find out.
So, once he quickly understands how to work the console, he sends out the massive text with the most important question: ]}

yo keeliai.
a/s/l.

crabmunicator

[The post begins with a shot of Karkat's grey, frowning face. This is not actually unusual, but lest it be dismissed as no more than his usual expression, there is the tone of his words to follow.]

Guess what! Apparently it's not enough for a guy to to learn one of the friends he hasn't seen in literal years is brainwashed and crazy. Apparently it's not enough to be informed that his Empress--not this "Emperor" here, the actual one from my world--expects him to just bow and scrape and go yes, your Condescension, I'd be happy to serve as your brand spanking new slave. It is not even enough, believe it or not, to be brutally murdered by giant fork by an even crazier broad than your brainwashed friend! Wow, who knew, right?

[He makes an exaggerated roll of his eyes.]

Instead of getting off that easy, nevermind the brief stint of amnesia and all the other chaos going on, I get brought here. Some giant fucking turtle in the middle of whatever planet this is, I don't care, don't even try to tell me because I am fresh out of shits to give. And for some kind of war against this M--

[He throws up his hands.]

Whoops! Can't say the M-name because magic is real and he might come get us. Wow, I am quaking so hard I might just barf up my organs in fear.

But let's stop being retarded for a while, shall we?

[His expression turns more serious, and his arms fold against the desk as he leans in closer.]

Who's here that knows me? Anyone? On my team or not, I want to know, and I want to know promptly. Beyond that, who here has any clue about getting out of this place? I didn't ask those keddy whatevers because obviously I wouldn't have been brought here if the point was just to let me waltz back to where I was. And yeah, yeah, I heard time is stopped there, but do you think I'd be asking this if I cared about that? I have big, important, leaderly business to do, and I cannot summon the electrical impulse to fire the neurons that would make me care about this mandatory break in plans. If you have info, I want to hear it, the end.

[And with that, he ends the video.]

skybluejeep

[Stiles, already a big believer in layers, is wearing two sweaters, a jacket, a scarf, and even though you can't see it, has his blanket draped across his lap. He looks like what a cartoonist believes appropriate cold weather clothes looks like. Or, no, he look like Randie in A Christmas Story! Yes.]

Okay, why is it cold as balls right now? I'm from California. I'm not used to this. This is completely unacceptable. If I wanted to live like this, I'd move to freakin' Alaska and cuddle up with a polar bear. I'm going to get frostbite. Things are going to start falling off my body because of this, I know it.

Bryn, I'm calling out sick for the duration of this because if I go outside I'm going to drop dead. Of ice. I'm going to turn into an abominable snowman after all, and this time it won't be a joke.

Petition to make the turtle swim to Tahiti, sign below, thanks.

godkaru

[the video starts with a girl sporting vibrant red hair and concerned red eyes looking around the edges of the camera before directly into it]

From what I was told, this isn't the Test. I'm not sure what help I can be in a war, but... If these people need help, I can try.

But before that, I have to find someone. Well, two someones. My best friends, Umi and Fuu. Umi has long blue hair and blue eyes, and Fuu has short curly blonde hair and green eyes. They're very important to me -- if I'm here, then they must be too! If anyone knows anything, please tell me. My name's Hikaru.

[she hesitates a minute before cutting the video]

thewaywardson

[ The video starts with a man looking curiously at the screen. He has dark hair and a faint dusting of stubble on his skin, as though in a few hours’ time he may want to find a razor and have himself a shave.

It may be obvious from the way he’s inspecting the console that he isn’t completely at a loss around technology like this. He isn’t exactly familiar with it, but he’s clearly used a computer or something like it once or twice before. Enough that he isn’t fumbling with it or looking at it as though it’s some kind of mystical portal into another world.

It’s also possible that, prior to his turning it on, one of the kedan who showed him to his apartment explained it to him. ]

Hello. [ He pauses just for a moment, then continues. ] I am Castiel.

[ There’s an odd quality to his voice, deep and slightly rough around the edges, as though it’s still rather new and he hasn’t quite mastered it yet. ]

The kedan who summoned me told me that I’m here to help, but they… [ A slight pause, the corner of his mouth pulling into a tiny frown. ] …neglected to provide the details I require to do that. If anyone can share that information with me, I would appreciate it.

casaerotica13

[Well, he's had better days. He died, woke up to a very rude looking woman, been nerfed of his powers, dragged out here, and was told that he needed to find a job. These weird turtle people were about to find a shoe up their ass, but he couldn't really complain, could he? He did think he was dead. Then again, perhaps this was a trick from his brother. Maybe Lucifer didn't actually want to kill him and just sent him here... or maybe this was prolonged torture. Both were possible.]

[His grumbling stopped once he saw his new digs. A tree house? He could legally live in a tree house and everyone would think that was just peachy? Oh hell yeah. Maybe he judged too soon about these guys. Course, there was the issue about his senses being cut off and his witness protection scheme. Others could have shown up, too...]

[Gabriel suddenly realized that he didn't give two shits anymore. Screw Lucifer and Michael. Screw all of them. Once he gave it a night (actually slept, whoa) and began to get some old powers back, he turned on the console.]

How's it hanging, turtle-fiends? I see that this place has been up and running for awhile now but never fear. Gabriel has arrived. You can now start the party. [No, he doesn't plan on explaining which Gabriel. It's a common name, right? Thanks to him, but whatever.]

First order of business, though. I need some sweets from a sweetie and possibly some good tunes. The sound of nature's great and all, but I prefer the sound of fury, if you catch my drift. Don't want birds nesting in my tree with me.

It's my tree. [His.]

Second. I was told that I need to get a job. [He shivers in disgust.] Is anyone willing to pay me to eat candy all day? Sex is also an option, but I'm not sure how many of you want to see me in pumps and fishnets.

If you do and you're female, I live in 2D. Bring ice cream.

trifurcate

[Bryn starts a video feed, revealing that she is not in fact in her suite, but rather in the Brazen Turtle on its first floor. Drink close at hand, she simply smiles a moment before leaning down, resting her elbow on the console and her chin on her hand.]

Out of curiosity, does anyone have any traditions for celebrating birthdays from their world? Or perhaps in their family? Or are there some birthdays that are more important than others? Perhaps a "coming of age" birthday or something?

[She asks because her own is coming up, and a 26th birthday is important to a Gifted. It gets her wondering what she ought to do here in Keeliai with Jhirem out of touch, making many of the traditions she'd follow a bit difficult.]

[Basic Encryption to Balthazar]

It's a little quiet here at at the bar tonight. I don't suppose I could tempt you here with a free drink and some excellent company, could I?

epigrammatical

[When the camera switches on there's only a view of Lord Henry Wotton's desk chair and his little library. Then a burst of laughter offscreen—familiar laughter to anyone who knows him, but brighter, lighter somehow. And then there's a blur of motion and a young man of twenty flings himself into the chair. He's got a handsome, boyish face, bright brown eyes, and a small, neatly trimmed moustache, and he's grinning hugely.

It's Lord Henry. Who has somehow had twenty-some-odd years shaved off and who looks exactly as he did when, as a young man, he took a First in Greats at Oxford without ever seeming to pick up a book. And he's loving it.]

Who is it that I must thank for this extraordinary turn of events? Has an elixir of youth been introduced to the wells of Keeliai? [He runs a hand through his hair, in which there is no more grey, and laughs again.] I used to say that the repetition of one's youthful follies is the surest way to get back one's youth, but I never expected that to be true.

[Serious? Not at all. He's just giddy.]

Ah, to have the gold of one's days paid back with interest! I must be careful not to waste it.

[OPEN ACTION: Over the course of the event, Henry may be found anywhere in Keeliai (particularly in the pleasure-houses, restaurants, and drinking establishments of the Fire sector). Wherever you find him, he will be in an excellent mood. Feel free to start a thread or ping me to request a start.]

trifurcate

[Bryn hasn't made a network post of her own since her arrival, and so it seems that an introduction is necessary first. Hair pulled away from her face and smile wide, she waves at the screen.]

Hi everyone! I know I've been a little quiet on here lately so there are several of you who probably don't know me. My name is Bryn Zethir, from Askoupur which I'm pretty sure none of you have ever heard of before. That's okay, honest.

[That should be enough.]

So, with the rationing lifted and the possibility that things are going to get at least somewhat back to normal again, it occurred to me that there's something we're kind of missing in this city. There are tons of restaurants and bars in this city but not one of them is owned and run by a foreigner. Now, I've been working really hard for a while now and saving my money, and with some assistance [Thanks, Bruce <3] I now have enough to buy or rent a location, renovate, and stock it for business.

And here's where all of you come in. While it's my sincerest hope that you'll all come in for a meal or to enjoy some live music, this won't be possible without some people to come work and help out. So, if anyone has any skills for the following jobs and wants to talk to me about being hired on a part or full time basis, please let me know! For those of you who already have work but may be interested in picking up a bit of extra juulan, there will also be contract positions available for the renovation process, once I pick a location. Also, as I hope to install a stage, there will be opportunities for performers of all stripes to have a place to entertain.

So, I think that's it unless anyone has any recommended vendors I should look into for food, drinks, or tobacco. Otherwise, please check out the list of job opportunities and let me know if you're interested. I'll let everyone know when we're open for business. Thank you!

[Waving once more, she switches the feed over from video to text. The following list appears:]

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untilmydarknessgoes

I guess one good day is a little too much to ask for.

[Actually, the day sucked for Damon to be totally honest. It was only the ending of it that wasn't so bad. It was so not bad that it made the rest of the day pretty forgivable. For him anyway. Maybe not for Elena. But he was on cloud nine too much to worry about that too much.]

[And then he was on a turtle and between life and sleep or something like that - he wasn't paying that much attention, okay - and yep. Day sullied all over again.]

So. Giant turtles in need of a visit to the vet and lost powers.

Someone point me in the direction of the nearest supply of alcohol and I'm gonna get through this just fine.

poeticverses

[The feed's just a voice one today. Jehan wants it to be quick and to the point]

I apologize for this announcement, as it could not possibly come at a worse time, but I feel it is my duty as his friend to let others know. If you knew Grantaire, he is no longer here. It is possible that his disappearance is connected to the rapid decay of Asti in these last few days though I do not think that is likely to be the cause.

[Still, you never know.]

It would not hurt to keep in contact with friends here, should this illness lead to more disappearances.

epigrammatical

[So this happened. Sabriel's efforts spared Lord Henry the worst and kept him alive, but he was feverish and unwell for days after the possession incident, and only now has he recovered enough to actually communicate with anyone. In all of these posts, he's making a valiant effort to sound as insouciant as ever, but he's clearly tired, in some pain, and very bored. (Also, vain, as he's only using audio; he can't quite bring himself to look like death warmed over, even to his friends.)]

[AUDIO, private to his friends. Including but not necessarily limited to: Dorian, Bryn, Alcuin, Steve, Jack, Grantaire, Arthur, and Sabriel; if you've got friendly CR with Harry, feel free to assume that you have been included on this filter.]

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[AUDIO, private to his black-market network. Including: Arthur, and anyone who said they'd lend a hand before]

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[AUDIO, private to Sabriel.]

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[AUDIO, private to Dorian Gray. There's a silence before the message begins.]

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Tu Shanshu

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X. I don't think there have been such lilacs since the year I met you.

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video | the alderwood emperor

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IX. To get back one's youth, one has merely to repeat one's follies.

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Verse 07 -- Voice

VII. There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain.

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