tushanshu | Entries tagged with † bucky barnes

Everyone.

[That's about all anyone will get for a greeting.]

I was wondering... is there anyone out there who could teach me Kedanese? I've been meaning to learn for some time now but never quite found time. Now I find myself in need and somewhat regretting putting this on the backburner for so long.

[Have yourselves a tiny smirk.]

For those who don't know me, my name is Nilin. At the least, someone to help me translate something would be excellent.

[For most, that's the end of her message. To Bucky, Sharon and Annabeth, an unhackable message is sent their way.]

[100% locked to Bucky, Sharon, Annabeth.]
I'd like to speak with you all in private, if that's possible. There's some things I'd like to discuss in regards to our adventures a few months back.

peacefullywreathed

A certain Knight is in possession of information which could render encryption useless. Gossip at your own risk.

[ooc: shortly after Clark's post here. this information is accurate only in the sense that Evandau has info relating to the consoles; Solomon isn't tech-savvy enough to know that the fix performed by the Foreigners could prevent encryption-cracking using the same info, and it hasn't been proven either way. he brings it up in Mike's post here, so tech-savvy people should feel free to explain/test/debunk.]

andaway

[Since he and Lois created the radio Clark had felt little need to use the network. Clark Kent wasn't one to make announcements at whole and since his father had left the turtle the hassle of going to a public place to have an anonymous location had only made him... well, honestly it had made him kind of sad.

But he felt this needed to be discussed in a two-way channel. So Clark Kent looks slightly worried, with a set of notes by his hand.]

Those who know me might know I'm against the death penalty. I have always been, but since it's withing the law I have respected it. Or, I usually do.

[He worries his lower lip a bit, rereading the notes as if it would change what they said. They don't, like they haven't every single time he's checked.]

Some of you might remember Dust, that drug that has been causing some trouble in some neighborhoods in the turtle. Thanks to the efforts of some foreigners we see less and less of it lately, but it's still not been eradicated. In the cases where dealing with it has gotten someone killed, laws in this place dictate the sentence is death per murder.

Lately, Evandau has been carrying out said sentences. There's been at least four cases where he's personally killed the accused Kedan. Which is pretty weird in itself, considering he definitely has a lot of other things to worry about right now. [Weird and very uncomfortable to Clark, but not really worthy of bringing it to everyone's attention so quickly.]

But... well. I have reasons to believe that in some of those cases he's been carrying out that sentence even before they were proved guilty.

[And he ends the post with that sentence, letting it hang on the air.]

problematical

[ River is sitting on her bed opposite the console in her suite, the soft blues and greens of the Water Sector highlighting her. Even though it's obvious that she deliberately activated the video feed, it still takes her a moment to begin speaking. ]

I have a story.

"Once upon a time there was a Queen in her castle, who had a very strong Knight. But in a distant land there was a Dragon, and the Dragon was even stronger and cruel, and the Queen worried about it coming to the castle and eating all the people who lived there. One day she said to the Knight, I will teach you how to battle the Dragon, so if it comes to our land you can protect all the people.

But the Knight refused and claimed that no one could fight the Dragon, and so they should send all the people away. The Queen was very angry, because she wanted the people to be safe. It is a terrible Dragon, she said. You must learn how to protect the people from it. But still the Knight refused. The Queen asked, don't you want to protect the people? And the Knight said, if you were a good Queen, you would fight.

One day the Queen died and the Dragon came but the Knight didn't send the people away. He didn't fight and he didn't send all the people away. The Queen is dead, long live the Knight."

[ River frowns very pensively at the screen for a moment, as if silently repeating to herself her own story. Finally she asks: ]

Which one is the terrible one?

trainwrecked

In case anyone's expectin' something from him, or something like that, Steve Rogers's gone from the turtle. Again.

[ Bucky tries to swallow that last word, but it doesn't quite work. ]

In case he's promised to help you or some stuff like that, let me know and I'll try to lend a hand, instead. I know I'm only be a poor substitute, but it's what I can do.

Bucky Barnes out.

iguanasolution

[Frank looks slightly less awkward than he always does when making a post to the network.]

So, it's really hot. [But only slightly.]

I mean, we've all noticed yeah. But it's kid of- it's getting to the little turtles? And this is something I'd already talked about with some people before but: what if we had some sort of big building thing for all of them? Something with AC, and maybe some sort of heat while we're at it once winter comes again. I don't know, I'm not sure what they would need long term.

But something like that would have to be built, and we'd obviously need a lot of people working together for that. So I thought I'd check if there's interest first.

Also if you don't like using the network I'm heading to the hospital after this so we can talk more there.

[ooc: Open to action and network both]

survival_isnt_living

[Septimus is idly tossing something--a largish, flat rock--when the console flickers on. He sets it down after frowning at it for a moment, though, to give a half-hearted smile at the screen.]

It's been a while since I spoke, we have new faces--and another one of those turns. [His expression is ever-so-faintly martyred. These particular weather shifts are difficult; he'd give anything for a hurricane. Hurricanes maybe he could try diverting or moderating or controlling or something!] It's a crowbegotten unpleasant day, so I'll be succinct.

For old faces: glad to have those of you still with us. [A shadow flickers over his face; the disappearances are concerning, especially in the face of a threat he's been trying to organize against.] Some of our departed friends were organizing against our palace squatter, like our dragons' aerial corps. If you've been involved and want to keep drilling, come find me. We'll refit something.

For new faces, I'm Septimus, and I run the hospital. I'm also trying to work out a more united front against the aforementioned squatter. We're a lot more likely to have success with practice working together. Come talk to me for more, I don't want details over the network.

For everyone: We've had a case or two of heat exhaustion, and I'm not laying money on it getting better in the immediate future. Be careful, stay hydrated, don't overreach--and don't be afraid to ask for help at any clinic or the hospital. I'm working on coldstones [he holds up his rock]. Supply is somewhat limited by my free time, and priority given to those with greater need, but drop by if you need one.

Anyone wants to talk systematic deployment of some measures against this heat, find me.

[With that, he clicks off.

When he realizes the hatchlings are suffering, priority is shifted; all turtle parents will receive a couple free stones--though Jack Frost gets the first delivery.]

problematical

[ River has stayed in the city while most of the Foreigners venture into Valishaera and the less-pressing thrum of white noise they create has helped her focus, working away studiously at her computer. Picking apart the console's coding structure is peaceful and it occasionally throws out randomized bits that even she doesn't expect. Thus as people come trickling back to the city between jaunts into the Dreaming side, they will find a fully encrypted message containing a permanent code to install waiting for them as a follow up to this plan. Those who worked on the project: Aya, Rex, Mike, River and others, can probably find embedded fingerprints of their work in the final result. ]

Ladybird, ladybird fly away home, your house in on fire and your children are gone. All except one and that's little Ann, for she crept under the frying pan.

You can all talk in secrets again.

[ OOC: Full encryption functionality restored for the network! ]

highprofilerichkid

[A dark-haired kid who seems to be in his late teens appears on screen. He smiles, but it looks a bit forced.]

Hey. Tony Stark. [He gives a small wave.] I just... got here, I guess, and got the rundown on the whole scary death chaos monster situation. And all the giant magic turtle stuff. Sounds like a good time. [He laughs awkwardly, and rubs the back of his neck.] Better than centipede monster void dimensions, at least, [he mutters. This is not the first time he’s been suddenly yanked into a different dimension, evidently.]

Anyway, uh, if anyone needs some tech stuff or heavy lifting done, hit me up. I haven’t had a chance to take a close look at the tech here yet, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. [He seems to brighten a little at the prospect of new alien technology to play with.

He looks like he’s about to cut the feed, but then he hesitates. There’s a couple seconds of anxious silence, and he fidgets, his cheerful demeanor faltering even more.] And, um, just out of curiosity... When they send us back home, there’s... There is something to go back to, isn’t there? [He laughs, but it’s nervous, like he’s not sure he wants to know the answer.] Nobody would really give me a straight answer, but... They’re not going to send us back if we’re just about to... Well, you know, get blown up or something. Right? I mean, that would be pretty messed up.

solo_patria

[The Enjolras who appears in the video today looks much like the Enjolras who arrived last year, hair pulled back into a braid as tight as he could manage it, secured with the black barrette made from the odd metal like material that had shaped itself after he'd picked it up, not a hair out of place, or a button undone on his waistcoat, the gold hoops back in his ears and polished to a shine, with an expression which only matches the severity of his dress.

Not even so much as sighing now, Enjolras gives the camera a fairly stern, though hardly severe, look and maintains that contact as he begins speaking.]

It falls to me to announce that Etienne Combeferre has been called to depart our company, should anyone here wish to know of that.

[He would say more, only it is out of place, and well, losing Combeferre once, for a space of perhaps ten minutes at the most was terrible enough. Contemplating this, the punishment he is now certain is the fate that he condemned himself to once, is far more painful than he could begin to cover here, and certainly it is well deserved, and Joly, were he still here, has now been proven wrong. If their time here, and watching them all fall before him is not the punishment of fate, or God, or whatever controls these things, then he would surely not be the last of them left behind.

In begging Malicant to spare him the other punishment he'd earned for his actions in life, in falling to his knees and essentially asking that he be spared his rightful due,he'd only put it off, and, at the same time, ensured that his punishment, finally duly received, is much the worse. He hates himself for that, for ensuring that he would finally be the last one standing, and the only member of his old guard left, though that consequence had not occurred to him at the time, and most of all, he hates that just like that, Combeferre is gone and that he's caused it, and in doing so, not only punished himself, but deprived the clinic of its operator, and ensured that the person he most loved, in either world and beyond them, is now robbed of his second chance at life.

For Enjolras, though, it is only Justice being served at last, and it was wrong to try outrunning that for so long as he has. Now, of course, the only natural thing to do is to accept and live with this, and not to carry on, because, as awful as it is, as horrible as he feels, it is only what he deserves, and so, the Right has had its way at last, no matter how he'd tried to impede it, and with a little extra thrown in there as well. His gaze remains impassive, rather dead, as he looks into the camera for perhaps a fraction of a second longer than is his usual wont, before Enjolras remembers, and sharply upbraiding himself for losing that control in front of strangers, he recalls another thing he needs to do.]

In addition, I would like to request all members of the dragon Iskierka's crew please meet me at our training spot in one hour's time, or contact me privately for details of this meeting. Thank you for your attention, everyone.

[And Enjolras, still impassive is inclining his head once more in the direction of his monitor before the recording stops, silently coming to its end.]

Current Mood: resigned

jinzhong

[Jackie appears on the network, looking agitated and wearing an outfit that makes him look like he just stepped out of Carrie.] So, for real, does anyone think we’re not dead and this isn’t just some fucked-up section of hell? ‘Cause I’m not buying it. Between Life, Dreaming, and Death...nah. I know I died. [He still looks shaken when he thinks about it. Given how traumatized he seems and the state of his clothing? The manner of his death wasn’t pretty.] I just think whoever runs this place has a weird sense of humor.

Also… [He looks at his clothes and grimaces. Dammit, this was his favorite hoodie.] Does anyone know how to get bloodstains out? Like...really bad bloodstains? [He shows off the bloodied hoodie, tank top, and jeans he’s wearing.] That healer lady, Milyn or whatever her name is, don’t get me wrong, she fixed me up real good, but she’s no laundromat.

watcheslanterns

[Rapunzel sits before her console with red rimmed eyes and pink cheeks. It is obvious from her downcast expression that something has upset her and that she only recently stopped crying. She takes a deep breath and firmly holds her head upright, addressing the camera directly.]

Alcuin nó Delaunay and Cinna are both gone. I hope that they are both home and happy, but they were very good friends and will be missed. I still plan on working in Alcuin's shop so if people are still in need of clothes, please feel free to come and see what we have or make new orders.

I never talked with many of the others working for Alcuin, so if there is anyone I'd love to speak with you now. Maybe we could work on ways to keep the shop running? I've never done something like it before, but I'll do what I can.

Thank you.

iwannabeadragon

There's a lot of things I've learned to just accept since I've been here. A magic bottle with the personification of death inside it is something that I can live with. What really confuses is me is how my dog ended up inside it and who put him there.

[At that moment there's a bark and Hawke's notch-eared mabari pushes his way into the feed, examining the strange thing that Hawke appears to be talking to. Hawke's hand falls to Notch's head as he pats the dog's head.]

Don't get me wrong, I love having him back, but answers are always nice.

[So would knowing that his dog isn't actually possessed by whatever corruption was in the bottle.]

At least the trip was fun enough. We should plan another one soon. Maybe this time without a dragon the size of a mountain, or the swamp. I'm thinking a chateau overlooking a lake.

lostundercover

[Costigan's a mess, seemingly unperturbed about appearing so terrible in public as he sits at a local cafe in the Wood Sector. He's a little pale and sickly looking, like he hasn't slept in days. Sweat dots his forehead and one of his hands is clenched in a fist that never relaxes.]

Arthur's gone, if you knew him.

I have his files. I worked for him for months. If you want me to continue his services, Security or otherwise, you tell me and we'll figure something out.

[He says it pointedly. Costigan is not opposed to shady work, some of which he knew Arthur was doing and some of which he suspects and hopes to follow up on now that the man is gone.]

For the rest of you, well.. I've been at this shit over a year now and I have news for you: It doesn't get any easier. It only gets worse. I'd say find a way to save yourself the trouble, but there isn't a way out.

It's Billy Costigan, by the way. For those of you who are new.

agentx13

Sharon Carter here again. I realize some of you are sick of hearing from me, but I have a request.

I know several of you have been investigating the enemy on your own. I'm sure you all have more information than I have, and I'm hoping we can share. Some people who made significant headway are no longer with us. I'm hoping they might have told others their findings.

Here's what I have, uploaded directly from my console, so I apologize for the... not-altogether-professional language:

( VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT. LET DOWN YOUR HAIR. )

I hope that wasn't too much of a hardship to read. If anyone has anything to add, please don't hesitate to let me know.

Also, if you can use magic, I was wondering if I might have a word.

Thank you for your time.

puppetfetish

_{[ Evening. Here is Bro Strider again with a very important announcement. It's pretty important, considering the guy is actually wearing something that is fucking formal looking. His typically spiked, platinum hair is combed neatly and swept to the side, and he is lacking his hat. The light is low.. and.. was a bouquet of flowers..? Yeah, that's right— looks like red roses.
Don't worry. He's not trying to seduce you... I don't think. (??????) ]}

Yo.
Valentine's Day is right 'round the corner. That means absolute bullshit to me other than the fact that business boomed back home for me at this time of year.
Jesus fucking dicksacks.
Do people got nothin' better to do on Valentine's Day besides fucking each other? Pretty fitting. I ain't complainin' too much if it brings in the Benjamin Franklins for me, but for real.

_{[ He lowers his pointed shades for a moment just to wink. Oh, so that's his eye color. It's a really unusual orange. ]}

Been workin' on some stuff in my spare time. Like this— this— not to mention this.

_{[ As he says each item, he holds them up with the most vacant expression, peering over each item then tossing it aside. Yeah, you're right. This was the guy a few weeks ago who was hunting for a fist to fist fight... and now he's displaying risque looking clothing. ]}

Other various things I probably shouldn't show on the public network even though ya'll would get a kick outta'm.
Contact me for any more information.

By the way— anybody got any information on the brothels 'round here? Any information at all is helpful.
Got my own reasons why.

_{[ With that, he gently takes one of the roses and bites the stem, holding it in his mouth for a moment before cutting the video.
Listen, it could have been worse. He almost wore some of his items and put himself on display. ]}

virginprice

So it is a year and more since my arrival.

[Alcuin's voice is soft as he sits by his console, sipping his tea as he slowly wakes up for the day.]

There have been so many who pass in and out of our lives here- friends and family for many of you, though they've only been new friends for me. I cannot help but wonder why some of us linger while others stay so briefly.

[He lets that thought drift off, then smiles wryly.]

I never expected to change so much after my death, but this has been one of the busiest years of my life. Travel, magic, owning a business, and meeting so many friends... it has been strange, but it would be hard for me to choose to give it all up. I would miss those I've loved here if I was taken back.

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.]

neverdanced

[He needs to stop thinking that he's incapable of being surprised. By the end of the Battle of New York, Steve thought he had seen it all. Insane technology, other worlds, aliens... What else could there possibly be?

The answer, of course, is a giant turtle in a realm outside the continuity of time. He had a long chat about nearly everything with the locals that helped him earlier, but it's still crazy, and he probably wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen some of the turtle shell himself.

Yet here he is. It'll probably all sink in over time; Steve's been overloaded with so much information over the past few hours and it's exhausting, even for him.

Getting on the computer hadn't been his top priority, but he's already gone outside of his new home and back. Steve's experienced enough culture shock for today. He might as well at least reach out and introduce himself to all of the other people who wound up here like him.

Once he's got the computer up and running, he accesses the network using the video function. He looks a little stiff and probably as exhausted as he feels, but that's the least of his concerns right now.]

Hello. My name's Steve Rogers. The kedin- kedan? - brought me up to speed already, but I only just arrived here a few hours ago.

[Maybe longer than that. He hasn't exactly been keeping track of time. In any case, it's really jarring to be talking to a computer screen and not actually know who's on the other end.]

I have a couple questions that I'd like to have verified. [It doesn't necessarily mean he'll believe whatever he's told, but second opinions are typically useful.] We're all more or less stuck on this turtle, right? But there's a way back.

[That's a question as well, but it ends up sounding more like a statement. It sounds like a reasonable assumption. There obviously isn't a rush since no time is passing back home; he just wants to know.]

The other question I have is about jobs. Since it looks like I'll be here awhile, I'll start looking soon. Does anyone know which places are hiring offhand?

[He pauses for a moment before adding a 'thank you.']

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.

Tu Shanshu

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[VIDEO] Encrypted from Evandau;

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To What I Have Condemned Myself: (Video Post)

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