tushanshu | Entries tagged with † frank zhang

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]

ruinsprofessor

[Some little time after the festival at the end of June, Raine logs on to the network with the gleam of experimentation in her eyes.]

In the wake of the Summer Jubilee, some of my artes have undergone a mild change. If there's someone with an hour or two to spare, I could use a hand investigating just how changed certain of them are.

[She pauses there, realizes that elaboration may be necessary as most of her artes are for healing and she does not in fact intend to injure anyone.] There should be little to no risk of harm involved, I simply need another living being and I'm loath to involve Ryder, benign as the artes in question may be.

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ooc; please note a content warning for material relating to addiction in the thread with Solomon.

gearshifting

[It’s a strategic choice to go on the network first as Gear. He was already in his uniform when he was brought here so it was easier to leave it that way. Lucky for him that they have internet cafes in other dimensions, too.]

Can’t say that ending up on the back of a turtle was something I’d ever thought I’d put on my “Weirdest Places I’ve Been” list. Maybe I need to stop having expectations by now. Bet this stuff happens to Big Leaguers all the time. [He gives a crooked smile and a shrug.]

So the name’s Gear and I know we’ve got Baddie McEvilbutt out there we’re supposed to be getting rid of to save magical turtles everywhere. Since getting back home isn’t in the cards yet, count me ready and available for helping out when needed. I’m no Superman, so don’t ask me to stand in front of any trains, but they don’t call me Gear for nothing. Give me a bit and I’ll be figuring out how to play mp3s on these things in no time.

skybluejeep

[Stiles appears on the feed, after giving his console a good solid thumping. He's peering into it like he can see right through the screen, trying to fix the unfixable. There's one momentary ghosting, a doubling of his image, but then it stabilizes.]

Hah! Percussive maintenance saves the day again.

Okay, got some stuff to talk about, and I can't give three ripping farts as to who or what is listening, so suck it. I'm gonna start making, like, World War Two style propaganda posters and sticking them up all over the place. Victory Gardens and War Bonds, guys. Let's make it happen. Bonus points if we can all dress like Gene Kelly and Ginger Rogers for the duration.

One! Late Memorial Day barbecue. Bring your own grilling goods, communal shared style. Pot luck style. Low on food so let's all share style. Thanks to Darcy for coming up with the idea, seriously, that girl is super awesome smart. And appropriate theme, because Jesus Harry Christ on a bouncing kangaroo, memorials all over.

Two! Had a really interesting dream last night involving a little boy, named Rio'era. Aaaaaand I've been led to understand this is a thing? Anybody else having weird dreams about little kids popping up and giggling a bit at you? Because wow it's borderline creepy. More than borderline, if I'm one hundred percent honest.

Three! Who put the ram in the ramalama ding dong?

Important question for the ages.

backwordscompatible

[Another day, another morning of having to ration her tea and breakfast. Of residual smoke lingering in the air from the explosions that had gone off down the street. Of the near radio silence and informational uncertainty that came with it. Of having to stare at the ugly remodeled palace and remember that, whatever was inside it, it had been enough to scare certain people into staying as far away as possible.]

[There was something particularly special about this day, however...or, at least, there was supposed to be.]

[The good news was that Zatanna seemed to be feeling a lot better. You'd never know from her expression, though, as she stared dully into the camera for a fleeting moment, before calmly holding up a sign (in English):]

WORST
"SWEET" SIXTEEN
EVER

[It was the most trivial of teen trivial things, but she didn't care. Malicant wanted to listen in on everybody's conversations? Find out what they were talking about? Fine. She would rant and rave all she wanted, and he would have no choice but to listen.]

[Because #F*@kYouMalicant]

maipokerface

[Console, whatever. Sure she got the run down on the thing but Mai's pretty much been ignoring it for the past day. She hasn't even bothered to really look on the network itself even if she has no intention of making an entry to it.

Now she's bothering though, mainly because she just wants to ask:]

So explain this war business to me again. Or at least try to convince me why I should care. Because right now? I really can't find much inside to say I should.

iguanasolution

So, I'm not... [A sigh as he runs a hand through his hair.]

I had never had to do any of these before, but it's like- people do deserve it, one of these. Right? Even if their names are said on the radio when they leave it feels impersonal. But at the same time it feels like I'm mourning them? Which I am not. I really don't want to do that since it's not like they died, they really didn't. [Frank's the one that did, because he happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time- even if he did have the best of companies with him to make sure he didn't harm anyone.]

They just went back home. And while that's not really a relief in some cases sometimes it is in this one now that we know we somehow manage to survive after everything goes to- well. And sometimes we just have to be glad they are there to fight their battles, even if... even if they will be missed.

[A pause.]

Percy Jackson and Leo Valdez are both gone.

Any promise, offer or favor they owed consider it mine. I obviously can't do a lot of the things Leo did when it comes to machines or things Percy did with sealife and water, and I wish I could do something about that. [He wishes he hadn't been the one to stay, not when Leo and Percy were the actually useful ones.]

But I will still do my best.

[Private to Milyn]

I haven't checked on you, sorry. I've been kind of busy in the clinic since I came back and. Well, I never liked coming up with excuses: I just thought I would finally check on you.

So.

What's up?

everylittlegirl

[Hayley flicks on the video. It's been a long couple weeks, but someone has to say something.]

I'm pretty sure Bruce is gone.. Banner. Bruce Banner.

I don't- I know he had no reason to leave without saying anything, so it's not like he found a way to go. He just disappeared like everyone else.

[She huffs a little.]

[100% Trek encrypted to Tony Stark]
I know you two were pretty close. He is gone, right?

skybluejeep

[Stiles has been noticeably quiet since the events in Bottle Land. No network posts, no snarky comments. No usual spastic self. He's been holed up and licking his mental wounds.

Until now. Because something has happened that's the diarrhea icing on the shit cake of his life recently.]

Lydia Martin is gone.

[That's it. That's all you get today, gang. Sorry. Somebody buy this boy a drink or a puppy or something. He's going to go full Anakin Skywalker here in a bit if something drastic isn't done.]

dracobin

I appear to have--damaged my harness, and also a dear possession of mine, while I was in the bottle.

[His ruff droops guiltily. Is that a note of embarrassment in his voice? Of course it is. He is nothing if not transparent.]

If there is anyone here with a talent for leatherworking, or perhaps metalworking, I should be very glad to hear it.

[private to anyone who encountered his mirrorverse self in Kithika]

I--I must beg your pardon, if I said anything to you that was very rude, or stupid, or both; you may rest assured I am in my right mind again, and the incident is unlikely to repeat itself, and I should like it very much if you forgot everything I--that is to say he--told you, and pay it no mind at all, because it is not true.

[Beat.]

And I should think it obvious that goes doubly for you, M. Pontmercy.

asoothingvoice

[What's behind Bianca isn't the scenery of her suite in Earth, or even one of the console cafes in Keeliai, though it certainly bears more resemblance to the latter, just in the middle of being redecorated- or, to be more exact, refurbished. There's definitely a lot more of a 'medical' feel to the background than one would expect at first glance.

She also looks to be on the tired side, but that probably goes for most everyone lately.]

This is a bit of a late announcement, [She was too busy running around earlier] but to make it clear to everyone: Eshai Memorial Hospital is now open, ahead of schedule.

[And there's a location ping, showing where it is in the Metal Sector.]

The Soranik Natu clinic is still open and being run by attached nurses, but the hospital is better equipped for more severe injuries and for more people.

If you haven't seen anyone for injuries from the last couple weeks in Keeliai or in that bottle, come in.

[She's saying it fairly nicely, but there's no way to ignore that that's an order.]

(OOC: Feel free to have characters go to the hospital in with action. It's not entirely finished up though, so some areas are closed off or sparsely furnished.)

cherrywood

[ For those who have spoken to Milyn before, they might note a stark departure from her usual bubbly smiles and demeanor. Instead she addresses the console with a level gaze and a calm, succinct tone of voice. ]

Hello Foreigners. The source of the miasma has been identified.

In the time of the initial war with the Enemy, three vessels existed representing the three Planes of Life, Dreaming and Death. The trinity was thought lost during the final battle with no trace of them remaining... until now. It appears that one of them -- the vessel of the Death realm -- remained hidden within the Palace of the Landed Sky and has been, as you can see, opened. These vessels contain lands which exist inside those Planes.

As you have no doubt witnessed, the black fog permeating the city is only one symptom of the corruption contained within this dimension. It poisons what it touches and will continue to spread, overtaking everything if it is not stopped, blighting both body and mind. I have tested it extensively and nothing I have found so far suggests that anyone here possesses an immunity to it; you may note that even the magics and abilities you harness likewise cannot purge it.

There is no other way to stop the contamination in Keeliai other than to strike at its source: within Kithika, the land housed inside the bottle itself and encompassed by the Death Plane.

By imperial decree of the Alderwood Emperor, all Foreigners capable of combat must report to the Palace immediately. You will be sent to Kithika through the vessel, to locate and destroy the source of this affliction. Bring any weapons and tools you have to aid you. If the corruption cannot be cleansed it will infect everyone and everything in the city before spreading to Tu Vishan.

If you fail, there will be nothing left for you to return to.

washitaway

[When the feed starts, it’s on an empty suite, showing a slept-on couch, a clean kitchen, and a very snazzy guitar. Astute viewers will recognize it as Booker DeWitt’s guitar. And his suite. Off-screen, voices can be heard.]

C’mon. You just have to ask. It’ll take five seconds. [That would be Elizabeth, apparently back to living with Booker in his suite. It’s a far cry from when we last left our heroes.]

I don’t see why I have to show my ugly mug to half the city, though. [Booker’s voice is lower, but actually not slurred with drink for once. Apparently, Elizabeth being back has sobered him up considerably.]

Because, [Elizabeth begins patiently,] it was your idea, and you need to ask. No one’s going to hate you, and you are not ugly, don’t say that. If you wanted to do an audio-only- y’know, like a voxophone- you should have said something before. Now go sit and ask!

[Very reluctantly, Booker walks into view of the screen and sits down, looking rather abashed. He’s also looking cleaner, fresher and more sober than he has in weeks. He just shaved yesterday, folks, it’s a miracle. Elizabeth trails along behind him, looking quite proud of herself. But she won’t be taking her eyes off of Booker, until the message has been sent. It’ll be a long time before she trusts him with something even like that.]

Anybody know of nice restaurants around here? Um. The rich sort. I had a bit of a windfall recently and. Well, I’m just wondering. Any that might seem like they could be Parisian?

[He frowns and turns back to where Elizabeth is standing, shrugging as if to say ‘do you have anything else to add?’]

[Why, yes, she does, how kind of you to ask, Booker. Actually, at the mention of the restaurant in question being vaguely Parisian, Elizabeth, brightens up considerably. When he’s done, she wraps him in a quick hug, then turns to the screen.] Thank you so much in advance! [And then, back to Booker, almost a whisper as she reaches for the control panel.] And thank you, dad.

[The feed switches off.]

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[ooc: specify whom you wanna talk to, or both, whatever!]

iguanasolution

[The first thing the network sees is a big piece of paper with something written in it with dark ink, and careful calligraphy. For those who understand, it says 'Fai Zhang son of Emily Zhang', 'The strongest dragon of them all' ... and 'I like rice'.

Grandma Zhang had really tried to teach him Chinese but he had barely listened, okay, it was actually hard for him to remember that much.]

So... [After a few moments he moves the paper from the camera and the network gets a view of Frank, looking slightly awkward. It's been a while since he made an actual post on the network. Ever since he lost his voice, actually.] Is there anyone who can understand this? It's Chinese, at least that's what it's called where I'm from. If so, could you teach me? I'll pay.

I'm not sure how much I should pay for this, so just... pick your price? Like, I'm not loaded or anything so keep that in mind.

[He shrugs. Really bad at this, for srs.]

Also, I was given this. [He shows the network... a little bag of purple candy. Or what looks like candy anyway.] By Milyn, that [Uh] really happy doctor who helped us all when we ghosted out and later, to recover what we'd missed and cleansing in the ritual. She's nice, or she seems nice, but yeah.

Candy given by strangers. You see how that could end up badly. So is there anyone who could analize it or something? Tell me if it's safe for consumption? I'll also try to pay for that. [Rich kid, never really had to think about money, etc.]

Thanks!

animosus

[Hal's recording this from Barry's place and he looks uncharacteristically hesitant.]

I think Barry's gone. My ring can't find him and I know it couldn't find people when everyone did that ghost trick a while back, but he also left his-- [He belatedly realises he can't say Flash ring.] --wedding ring behind and he'd never forget it.

[He falls silent again as he figures out what else to say.]

It's like I just got him back and now he's gone again. [He hasn't worked it out, but it feels like in all the years he's known him, Barry was dead longer than he was alive.]

I never really paid attention to what people did in this situation, but I guess I should tell Bart to get over here. Anything else I should do?

superoverachiever

[Ava's message starts off friendly enough, posture casual and face neutral. She looks sort of like she's giving a school report.] Korra mentioned a while ago about taking over the dojo, and she and some other people have been providing combat lessons. It's good. You all should go if you need it.

But I need something more. I'm looking for training partners. [And here she turns more serious, hands on her hips and an intense look on her face.]

And I mean partners. I'm not really interested in training rookies, I'm looking for people who can hold their own. You have metahuman powers, you use them; if you don't, then we only hold back enough to make sure you don't break anything important. I've got and training in several different martial arts, but I've been slacking, and I'm sick of it, and I need to get back on track.

If anyone's up for it... [she pauses for a second there, because her teammates back home sure wouldn't have volunteered for training. But it's a wider audience she's pitching to, so maybe she'll find someone] If anyone's up for it, we'd mostly be figuring out workouts together, doing them together, and sparring.

[There's another few seconds of silence before she adds] If no one is interested, I'm still doing it by myself [and then off goes the feed.]

sophos

[It's Annabeth! A little less tired than she's been the last few months, but somehow a little more fidgety.]

Everyone knows we're basically here to fight that creature, right? I call him Mally, since saying his name is still dangerous unless properly warded. [A beat.] Thus far he's been impossible to kill, but not to defeat or pushback.

[She runs a hand through her hair, apparently not realizing she's just tugged out a handful of strands from her ponytail.] What I want to know is - what we know about that. About all the other times he's been stopped in the past.

It seems kind of stupid to keep hoarding it, since we all have a stake in what happens. [Hahaha that's funny Annabeth, with what she's potentially sitting on. Mages more powerful than Eshai and sketchy allies, how do they work??] People have been sacrificed to stop him before - Emperor Eshai's sister among them, to extend the life of another turtle, Asti's sister Sinbrilee. Mally was trapped in someone's body and torn to pieces at least once, too. If we need to stop him permanently, we need to know what works and what doesn't.

[Tapping her fingers absently on the desk in front of her rn.] About a year ago, when the turtle dove underwater, the barrier was breached by reanimated corpses - jiangshi - and it's more than likely Mally was responsible. Eshai believed so herself. The creature primarily works through manipulation and subtleness, rather than flash and spotlights. He might be laying low as of late, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's doing nothing.

[Maybe she just wants as many people as possible to know whatever they can, because the more people who can be proactive, the less she has to do the same. And maybe she wants to compare to what Eva's told her, too, before deciding how to go about dealing with it.]

naismith

[A man appears on the network of indeterminate age, extremely short-- under five feet tall, easily-- with a slight hunch to his posture and Germanic features. His eyes are sharply alive, bright with challenge. There's no hesitation as he speaks, in a gravelly kind of accent that sounds almost Russian, the words flowing quickly as he makes them up on the spot.

Right now, he desperately needs intel of all kinds, and eventually a spotter to watch him while he uses his seizure inducer. That fact he's assiduously ignoring. He'd checked his neurotransmitter levels this morning, and he has at least three days, even with all the stress of arrival. No, four days, probably. Five. Really, he can go a lot longer without one than the ImpSec medical staff had given him credit for. --Focus, Vorkosigan.]

So. I see you all have quite a neat set up here. Let's not waste time. Who can bring me up to speed, ex tempore? Surely we have more intelligence than "don't say its name" on our bogey man. Since confirmed facts are likely to be scarce, personal accounts would be acceptable.

I'm also taking proposals for getting miserably drunk at the bar, as is traditional in times of drawn out peril. I need someone to drag me home, y'see; alcohol has quite a soporific effect on my constitution. [And Ivan is unfortunately not here to do the dragging. Miles ignores the resulting pang that inspires in him.

Then he hesitates imperceptibly, the memory of his previous catastrophic failure to report his seizures clanging loudly through his brain. No. He can't ignore this, much as he'd like to. The only thing that scares Miles more than never going home is turning into a vegetable, mindless and drooling. He can at least do the preliminary investigation about options.]

Information about local medical facilities would be appreciated as well. They're not all-- er, at this level of technology, are they? [He looks dubious about anyone surviving on that level of medical care, but immediately recovers with a wide, convincing smile.] I'd just like to know preemptively for when I wake up with a skull splitting headache.

myownbestfriend

[When last Emma graced the network, she had been looking for a salon, and either found one or is making do brilliantly, because she's as put together as ever, though this time her expression is more serious.]

It's come to my attention that the late Dr. Lecter was a psychiatrist. If any of his patients want to continue counseling, I'm a licensed therapist. [Sex therapy totally counts.] I don't actively practice anymore--I'm a schoolteacher--but I'd be willing to hold sessions if there's a need.

[She pauses and her expression gets a bit wry.]

It's entirely understandable if the man damaged anyone's opinion of the profession, but I assure you, we're not all serial killers.

[History of supervillainry and general manipulativeness aside, Emma is in fact a perfectly good therapist if she isn't trying to break up your marriage.]

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