tushanshu | Entries tagged with † haytham kenway

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

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

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

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

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

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

You may not like it.

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

nefertiri

Alex, don't think I have forgotten about your lessons. Tell me where the following phrases come from:

“Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.”

“Not a perfect soul, I am perfecting. Not a human being, I am a human becoming.”

“Name yourself in your heart and know who you are.”

“My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere.”

“In the beat of a heart, the suck of a breath, you are the universe.”

And... “In my heart are the deeds my body has done and my heart has been weighed in the balance.”

Keep in mind, I am going easy on you. All of the phrases come from the same place. ( i.e. The Egyptian Book of the Dead ) I even translated them for you. ( From memory because she doesn't have said book with her. ) Well?

( Smiling faintly at her console, she sighs. )

I'm going to miss Egypt.

alphatar

[Seeing herself looking back at herself in the little window on the corner of her monitor, Korra gave a stumped look and tapped the little camera lens that the desktop was using. Seeing her huge finger tapping back at her caused her a smile and she cleared her throat. Music can be heard from the speakers.]

Ahem. Hello. My name's Korra, I just got here. I'm the Avatar, but I'm not too sure that means anything here. [She looks both angry and confused, immediately wondering why she just thought of that now instead before.] But anyway, the kedan informed me that I should probably get a job. [Of course it probably sounded a lot nicer when they said it.]

So if anyone knows of a good place to work at, I'd appreciate the help. [She leans forward and puts her forehead in her hand, admonishing herself for not bringing up what she would able to do for work.] Um, I'm a bender, I can create fire and move water or earth around or into just about any shape or form you need? [Ice sculpting crossed her mind. She'd never given any thought to it. Then again she was never too artistic to begin with.] I don't know if fire matters? Burning things doesn't sound a like it'd be in big demand...

Also I'm a former pro athlete! If there's any kinds of sports going on I'd like to get into that! [A smile spreads across her face.] Doesn't even have to be a job, just for fun.

I'm in the Metal Sector if that helps. If anybody's from there we can meet up and you could fill me in a little more about this place? Looks pretty cool to be honest. Oh, and food, meeting at a restaurant would be good. [She stares at her monitor screen with her lips pushed to one side of her mouth.] And any advice or pointers on these things- [She points at the monitor, which just seems like she's pointing at the viewers.] would be welcome too. The kedan gave me a quick once over for it, but I'm not sure that's going to be enough.

[There's an long awkward pause as she looks left to right nervously.]

Yeah, that's about it.

mycompromise

[The feed starts, focusing on a sparsely decorated apartment in the Wood Sector and a young man sitting at his console. He's a big guy, barely fits in the chair provided for him and to say he looks uncomfortable would be an understatement. Public addresses aren't his thing - Connor isn't known for flowery speeches, much less talking when it isn't necessary - but this has to be said, preferably to as many who are willing to hear it as possible.]

A warning to newcomers; food is in abundance now but it was not so only a short while ago. The Emperor may have opened her stock but this is likely only a temporary arrangement. [He'll just leave off that this seems more like a way to appease the masses and keep the kedan from escalating further than an act of charity and get to the point:] You would do well to stock your supplies and prepare.

A list of wild plants that are edible to humans is being compiled, with descriptions and drawings to come. My intent is to distribute this freely among ourselves and the kedan, in hopes that it may hold off hunger should the situation worsen. [It's a temporary fix at best and he knows it, but at this point anything must be better than nothing.]

[An awkward pause now that he's come to the conclusion of his post.] Thank you for your time.

[TURN IT OFF TURN IT OFF.]

chiot

[ Hey! Other people on the turtle! The screen blinks on and there's a ratty blonde boy. Familiar, no doubt--he's never at one place for too long, and he's constantly running around the city. It's likely you've seen him on the street. ]

S'Gavroche! Gotta question for yas. [ What a nice way to greet people. This had been on his mind, though. Since Cosette mentioned it, and even moreso due to the events on Atam. There's a few bruises and scrapes on his face, but his nose is looking a little purple, swelling. Possibly broken. He seems undeterred at this--or the fact that he's absolutely filthy. Actually, there's pretty much nothing in the house he logged in to the network on--he doesn't really use it at all. ]

Little inquiry, huh? Lil' bit. [ He rolls his shoulders, and for the first time he looks a little anxious. ] Y'know your worlds, yeah? I wanna talk to someone what lives in Earth, an' knows Paris. Gotta bit-- [ Okay, now you're repeating yourself, Gavroche. Try not to look so nervous! You're proud of who you are and what you did.

So, cautiously, the Gamin flashes a smile. ]

The--uh. Around June 6, there was a rebellion, yeah? 'Gainst the King. [ Absentmindedly, he touches his little rosette pin with the colours of the French flag. ]

We--they--overthrew 'im, right? An' did it follow through? Y'got a King in France?

usavatar

[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.

[100% JARVIS-assisted encryption to Evandau]

Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.

[ACTION FOR PEGGY]

[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

mopirates_moproblems

[From the moment's hesitation between when the mic clicks on and the speech begins, it's obvious that this individual isn't quite comfortable with the interface yet. Possibly because, despite the demonstration he received from the kedan, he's never encountered technology of this level before.]

If I understand correctly, this message will be accessible to all of you in this city. I apologize for the intrusion on your day.

[He sure does sound ridiculously stiff, even to his own ears. But really, how is one supposed to address an entire city population without any sort of proper introduction?]

I arrived quite recently, and I find myself in need of proper clothing before all else. My current garb is not appropriate for public wear. [Because there's a big hole through it. No blood, strangely, and the wound itself seems to be healed, but still. His coat, his waistcoat, and shirt are all torn. His cravat escaped, but he can hardly wear that and nothing else.] If anyone could provide guidance on where I might find appropriate garb, I would be very grateful. I believe I've been housed in the Water Sector, if that is relevant.

[This barely dips past the surface of his many questions, but enough for today.]

disfavored

[After the encounter with Amon he wasn't much up to doing the usual Polite Politician bit, but he's had to do things he didn't really feel like doing enough times before that it's just routine by now. He clears his throat, straightens his robe a bit, and starts speaking.]

I seem to have been away for...a number of weeks, at least, if not months. I haven't quite worked out how long it's been yet.

I've noticed a couple familiar faces so far [Mostly, his brother.] but there are quite a few people I've never met, as well. So I may as well introduce myself again, with apologies for any redundancy.

I am Councilman Tarrlok, representative of the Northern Water Tribe. Unfortunately that probably doesn't mean much to most of you, but I have experience with political leadership and was trying to help out in any way I could before my ill-timed disappearance.

So, I hope to get to know you all again, and don't hesitate to ask me for help if you need it.

dracobin

[Voice only. Temeraire has noticed the distinct lack of dragons on his trip to his apartment and is a little hesitant about revealing himself, especially when the streets are clearly not built for draconic use and a great many people have reacted badly to dragons in his world. Not that it makes much difference: his voice has a strange resonant quality to it and is, despite his best efforts to conceal it, clearly nonhuman. His words are obviously rehearsed; after the kedan left, he was very careful to practice using the console again and again until he was certain he could get it right without looking like a bumbling foreigner. It is a curious machine, and how can one be sure one is really being heard when one is only speaking to a box, but what choice does he have?]

It is not precisely that I mind being brought here. The kedan have already told me that time has stopped, in England, so I suppose that is all right, if I do not need to worry about Lien or Napoleon suddenly deciding to attack. And it is very kind of them to give me money, and an apartment, although it is not quite so nice as the pavilions in China.

It is only that I wish I had been asked if I should like to come to a new land first, and to be shrunk to the size of a hatchling—

[Pause. Oh dear, humans don't say that, do they. Well, there's nothing for it now. Temeraire forges on bravely:]

—or, if they could not have asked, they might have at least explained after I arrived, instead of telling me that it is the Emperor’s business. I have had quite enough of Emperors; and I do not see that this one has any right to keep anything from me, especially if it is to do with my being here. It does not seem at all fair to me that I should be brought here quite against my will, and without my captain or any of my friends—

[At the mention of his captain the carefully rehearsed tone slowly crumbles away, and there is a short pause before the words tumble out:]

Pray tell me if you have seen a man, reasonably tall, British, with hair rather like the color of gold, tied back; he would be wearing a green coat, and answer to William Laurence, and if you see him please let him know that Temeraire is here, and is looking for him, and can be found at FI-3B.

[Another pause, and then the feed is cut.]

usavatar

[He's in his uniform for this post, or the approximation of it that Favrielle made - the dusty brown of US army formals in the Second World War, not the modern dress greens or blues.

For a breath as the feed comes on he looks tired, but it vanishes as soon as he speaks, friendly and neutral.]

Good evening. It's come to my attention that a number of you are familiar with some version of me, and I've been lax in either introducing or making myself available for questions. Steve Rogers - Captain America, for those who'll find the title relevant. Please, feel free to come by my suite whenever you need to. The locals know when I'm out, but someone is usually there.

[Two addresses - the first being his apartment, the second being a location in the Earth Sector.]

The other reason I wanted to address you all is that for the past few months I've been working on furnishing a sort of safehouse in the Earth Sector.

Seems more relevant now, after what happened when the turtle went under. Again, I'd like to make the space available to anyone among us who needs somewhere to stay, temporarily or otherwise, and to offer it up as an emergency location where we can mobilize during future crises.

[A pause, while he considers whether or not he's forgotten anything. A crooked smile.] I think that's it.

aenseidhe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Va faill.

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

dragonswag

[ She probably should've stuck to a text post, or even voice, but sometimes even Lina Inverse's vanity overwhelms her common sense. She's sitting in front of the console wearing a broad grin, a little pile of gold and gems and such nearby. It looks valuable, but more or less innocuous. Less innocuous, however, is the golden helmet sitting further behind it -- it's in frame, off to the side, but it's not immediately noticeable. ]

If we haven't met already, then let me introduce myself. I am Lina Inverse, sorcery genius extraordinaire! None of you are from my world, so you probably haven't heard of me, but back home, I'm practically a household name! And I've got something you might be interested in, Keeliai.

[ She picks up a small gold coin, turning it over between her fingers. ]

You see, a few neat trinkets have come into my possession recently! Some of them even have magical properties. And as much as I love magical artifacts, I just don't need all this stuff! Besides, a girl's gotta eat, right? My prices are very competitive, so if you're curious, I'd be happy to show you the goods!

wilsooon

[Someone has come to a realization in the past few hours that has made him increasingly unsettled. So here he is in a cafe in the Fire Sector, sharing his paranoia.]

The kedan are shapeshifters. Is there anything to stop them from looking like one of us?

inseine

[The man on the video screen has done his best to compose himself to mixed effect. His gaze is alert and provokes attention, and his stature is dignified and determined. But from beneath his carefully buttoned coat and tamed hair creeps a glimpse of tremendous blue-yellow bruises. His clothes, thick as they are, do only so much to hide the swelling, and then there was the small matter of his pallid complexion, and his discolored right jaw.

His voice and lungs have both strengthened with rest and food, but not even a good night's sleep or two is enough to fix everything else. Yet he scrutinizes the screen intently and speaks in a clipped, abrupt tone, carefully void of any strong emotion and calm as a lake on a still day.]

Good day. I am the latest model, a fresh one.

[He grimaces, a twitching spasm in his jaw.]

I need more work. The fellows in the welcome caravan were unhelpful. I have no references, so I will start with odd jobs. I can prove myself. I will take long hours. Simple things, whatever there is for me. [His brow lowers almost imperceptibly.] Hard labor is fine. I am fit.

Second, I seek a clothier. Secondhand will do.

Third, a mapmaker.

[An awkward pause, in which he pierces the monitor with a guarded, hawkish stare. His grim smirk is incongruous. Foolish thing, advertising to no one at all! There are no faces for him to study. What else is there to say? He hastily wraps it up,]

I am called Javert. Send me tips, people, places, instructions. I will come to you.

[He bends into the feed, his steady eye filling the screen, when the video cuts out.]

neverleftharlan

[There is a cowboy on the network. No really. He has a cowboy hat and everything.]

Deputy U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens, for all that means here. Won't waste time saying anything but hello to our newest. Got a job offer for whoever's interested. I'm sure by now we've all had our fuss over the Emperor's verbal spanking - yes? No? Want to throw a few more things? It'll do us all a world of good, no doubt.

[He sighs.] Talked to the folks upstairs and got permission to put together a temporary task force until the shell's repaired. Looking for those willing to work in teams and in shifts to keep our own clear of the damaged areas. I'd prefer none of us find out what the inside of a palace prison looks like, because for some reason I doubt it'll be so luxurious as the word 'palace' might suggest.

[A pause, like he's gauging his audience.] The creature we're all getting a piggy-back from is hurt. These people want to heal it, and they can only do that if we stay out of their way. Maybe we don't want to be here, maybe we weren't asked to come here, but the animal wasn't the one that done it and it shouldn't be the one that pays.

If you think you'd like to earn a little money and help protect something the person who rules this place likely values more than her own life, speak up. Even if you don't want to, think of it this way - you do this now, maybe you earn yourself a little favor down the road. If you think this is a terrible idea, well, too damn bad. You're welcome to try and play in the sewage sandbox, and I will happily see to it that you get dragged out by your ears and put in time out for being the children she seems to think we are.

Now who wants to hold hands with our neighbors and see what happens if we actually do as we're asked? Because I'll be frank, I'm a bit curious.

[Oh right. One other thing.]

The pasty kid she snapped at. Anybody know where I can find him?

dominare

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

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

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

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

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

thegrandorder

--Ah... A fascinating invention.

[The video feed flickers alive to a close-in shot of a clean shaven chin. The feed pans to reveal a cool gray eye. The man using his new communication device peers directly into the camera. There is a faint rustling, and he backs away from the camera, revealing the full, vaguely pompous, aristocratic visage of an aging gentleman. His smoothed graying hair is pulled back into a smart knot at the nape of his neck. His cravat and layers of thick clothes around his shoulders indicates something of the old-fashioned about him. His hand, decorated with a chunky ring, hovers pensively around a small colored object around his neck; it is impossible to see more detail than that.]

Good day, ladies and gentleman of Keeliai. I am Haytham Kenway, and it appears regardless of whether you or I desire it, I am your new neighbor. I am sure many of you have all had your turn with a welcome speech from the native community, [The corner of his mouth pinches, and his brow makes an airy leap up his forehead,] so I will not waste your time with complaints or extensive speeches.

Rather, I propose to offer myself and my skills in this advertisement. I am able-bodied and quick on my feet. I have extensive prior experiences with courier services. I am willing to work the same here. Should you have any need of a letter or parcel delivery, I invite you to send for me.

ironwood

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