tushanshu | Entries tagged with † iorveth

[ Iorveth doesn't often do these things, mostly because he basically hates everyone, but there's something to be said for the moment. He's working with something on the keyboard of the console, speaking while he looks down. Occasionally you might see an arrow lifted into view while he's crafting them. He speaks frankly - not harsh at this point (yet) but just blank. ]

There is a war that is no longer coming but here. If you don't know how to fight, I suggest you learn. Anyone able to craft weapons may want to build an armory.

[ There's a sigh here and he looks like this is so painful for him to do, voice excessively bland ] If there are any that wish to learn archery... [ ugh it hurts ] I'd be willing to teach.

[ This added in with a squint and so much condescension. ] Given that you aren't so obnoxious that I'd rather put an arrow through your eye than have to meet with you regularly.

[ That's all for now. He has been teaching archery for over a century, so you'd get something out of it, but that's only if you can put up with him during :'| ]

[ private to his investigation team; unhackable because leo helped him this time BT ]

Has anyone made headway on the journal, or learned anything new? We will be edging on desperate very soon if this thing begins it's attack sooner rather than later.

For those who have missed information, we have compiled findings here. [ a document attached with findings things, look at him, doing all this crazy computer shit. how fancy. ty leo. And here he lets out a tired exhale, like it's almost boring giving this threat by now. ] As per usual, share this information and I will find you and I will kill you. If we have a plan that may actually work to save our hopeless hides, I doubt it needs to be said that it will be disasterous if the information is leaked and our enemy catches on.

[ and betrayal isn't something he does well with oops. not that he'll have much of a way of knowing who it was, but it's not a iorveth post unless he's threatening to kill some peeps ] It's said now because I would like to be explicitly clear on that point so that there will be no surprise when I skin anyone who releases it.

Use this encryption if responding; the demigod child is providing it. [ he doesn't remember your name, Leo, sry ]

[[ ooc; on the gdoc, feel free to edit in anything that's missing, and if you have any questions, hit me up at Wuzzafuzzle on aim or plurk. As far as the info on there goes, ICly only the WHAT WE KNOW info would be viewable. The list of people in on the team below that is just to keep straight who is in the know and etc etc. If you want in on investigation stuff, just let me know! We can work out a way to get your person in. Iorveth is just super paranoid about stuff 8TTT ]]

aenseidhe

[ Look who’s back, and while elf-man here hasn’t seen network posts for the last month, he sure as hell did get word from Una and Vanessa that you guys were shooting your mouths off about that thing he told you guys not to shoot your mouths off about and now everything sucks and he hates you. More than he hated you all before. Aka: Iorveth is pissed because it’s a day that ends in Y, didn’t you miss him? ]

I’d like to give a heartfelt congratulations to those brilliant few who invited our enemy to our doorstep. Well done, you incredible imbeciles. [ This complete with Iorveth Patent douche clap.

Talkin ‘bout everyone that said Malicant on the network after he goddamn told you not to, and after everyone argued that him keeping it to himself was a terrible thing to do. For this exact reason, the same thing he’d told everyone. You’re all morons and I don’t trust the vast majority of you to keep your goddamn mouths shut.

He’s blaming you for this, Kirk. ]

I sincerely hope the beast gets to you first, when the attack comes. [ there’s a serious rage here - this is why he fucking hates people. ] I’d do it myself, but I have more pressing matters to lend attention to than flaying you alive and hanging your carcass out in the open market. Oh for the lack of leisure time.

[ Spat, because yeah, that would be fun for him. Moving on.]

Those who know they have my trust should meet to speak with me where we have before. [ that burnt out village they had their last meet up in - lookin’ at you, investigation sneaky team. ] We must discuss what’s been found.

[ Not even bothering making that private (the part that there’s a discussion and there’s also something important he knows), because he’d like you all to know that yes he’s withholding important information again, and there’s going to be zero chance of prying it out of him this time. Not like before. ]

Yaha, Aisha - come to my home.

[ and his private treehaus better still be there :| end feed ]

[[ ooc; feel free to action thread him at the burned out village place they had the last investigation team meeting /o/ ]]

traitorously

[Hey Foreigners there is a cutie brunette on your screen right now. She’s tapping her chin a little thoughtfully, eyeing the camera] Okay, so I get the whole other realm, hi-you’re-on-a-turtle-and-also-there-are-computers thing. Which, weird – seriously, who expects the afterlife to be so high tech? Also, sorry about the possession thing, that must've sucked. But I have something a little more important to ask about right now.

[She leans back and gestures at herself. She’s wearing a green dress that, while it looks good on her, isn’t exactly appropriate for every day wear] Does anyone have clothes I could borrow? Pants, especially pants. You have no idea how long it’s been since I even saw a pair of jeans.

Other than that, does anyone know if there’s a dance club around here or something? I had a look around myself, but maybe someone who’s been here longer can help. There’s gotta be some place teenagers can go to let loose, right? [She winks, and reaches forward to turn off the camera when something else appears to occur to her]

Oh yeah! I’m A – Catty, I’m Catty. [She holds her hand up in a Vulcan salute] Greetings to my fellow inter-dimensional travellers. Especially those of you with pants.

withoutaworld

[ Rikki thought about going somewhere to do this anonymously, but what the hell, the people who matter are probably going to figure out (or worry) it's her anyway. So she's just sitting at her own console, face in her hands and not exactly looking at the screen. ]

So, uh... Oh, geez. [ Deep breath. ] Does anyone around here have pregnancy tests, or... I don't know, a way to tell with magic or something?

Please don't yell at me. I promise I'm kicking myself enough already.

aenseidhe

[ 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. ]]

notamachine

Nice weather we've got, huh? Haven't seen anything like what's up in the sky in a long time.

[90% encrypted to Iorveth, Fenris, and Castiel]

[He's thought about this for a few days; Dean's sitting on some information that more people need to know about, but there are kids on this turtle and he'd rather avoid freaking them out if he can. Plus, there are people here who might think the Emperor is weird, but that she's a pretty okay person overall, and he's not up to changing people's minds at the moment.

So he wants to share things with people he trusts, except he doesn't trust anybody here who isn't Cas. Fortunately (?), the turtle is casting off some awesome chill-out vibes, so Dean decides to extend a friendly hand to Fenris and an olive branch to Iorveth.]

Found some info while the Emperor was on shore leave you two might be interested in, some kind of history about this place and not the modified bullshit they've been feeding us. This comes straight from her library and I don't think it was meant to be found.

notamachine

[Much as he hates saying 'told you so'--no, that's a lie, he enjoys it very much sometimes--he just can't resist the urge. He's been watching the kedan get more and more aggressive by the day. Hell, he just lost his job, too. Good times.]

Considering everything that's happening, maybe the next time I tell you people that these kedan aren't friendlies, you'll actually listen.

[HAHA NO, NOBODY EVER LISTENS TO DEAN 8|]

cowled

[When the video opens on Bruce, much of his 'friendly neighborhood playboy' demeanour is muted. He looks a little more serious than normal, though his tone and expression remain congenial enough.]

As some of you may have noticed, passports have been delivered to our suites. It's very likely that these herald another landfall, and given the fact that our population is significantly increased from what it was in November, I'd like to warn people about what we might encounter.

[Attached is a file, landfall.doc. It contains things like details on the llothi, the mausoleum, the ruins, the temperature, sorts of plants found, soil samples, etc.]

You have Miranda Lawson to thank for those. Sadly, she's no longer among us, but I doubt she'd want her research to go to waste.

[A slight pause, barely notable before he continues.]

And that brings me to my second point of business. At one time, a foreigner was keeping a list of people we might be looking for in the event that they arrive. However, I think it's past due we started a compilation of the names of those that have left us. Since disappearing from this place seems an almost instantaneous process, it could be weeks or even months before we become aware of some people's departure, and I believe that process is best expedited for everyone's sake. Most recently, at least to my knowledge, we've lost Miranda Lawson, Favrielle nό Eglantine and Lina Inverse.

[Not mentioning Jason Todd? Not mentioning Jason Todd.]

I'd appreciate any other names you might have.

Additionally, given the current state of Keeliai, I think it's an opportune time to rekindle the idea for a Foreigner-lead council. Councilman Tarrlok, a word to that effect? I think an elected representative from each Sector would be a good place to start.

And if there is anyone well-suited to the role, I'm happy to hold nominations.

gaudy

[ The elf on the camera is bristling, cast in the blue firelight of the Fire district. His hair is oddly bright white, as are the almost-glowing lines that trail down his chin and neck, and disappear into the collar of his armor. Over one shoulder is the absolutely massive hilt of a sword, which looks comically out of proportion with him. Fenris had finally figured his device out, but it involved a lot of making a fool of himself in front of the Kedan, which he does Not Look Pleased about.

The effect of his otherwise withering glare is somewhat undermined by the fact that he opens his mouth to speak but compulsively twitches his head to the side to stare over one shoulder for a few moments, paranoid about things lurking in the shadows. He wets his lips when he finally looks back, suspicion and unease written across his pointed features before he schools them into a sneer again. ]

I am not a mage-- [ he practically spits the word, what a pleasant first impression he's making here ] but even I can see that this is not the Fade. In Between, they say. Bah. What nonsense.

[ In fact while he's at it let him just stare distastefully down his nose at the thing in his hands. "Technology?" Unlikely. By its strange glow and stranger capabilities, it is totally obviously something far worse!! ] This place reeks of magic all the same. And I wonder who has suffered to make it so? Magic comes with a cost. It always comes with a cost.

Whoever did this will reap what they've sown. I should like to be as far away as I can be when that day comes.

[ooc: Please don't reply with text!! Fenris is illiterate and kinda ashamed about it, so he would just skip over text replies without saying anything in order to save face.]

andaway

[Kal-El seems to be posting from a cafe in the water sector, judging by his surroundings. A cafe that has seen better days. Kal's face makes it obvious he wasn't expecting the cafe to be in such a state when he got there, seeing all this go on without being able to help is really hitting him hard.]

Superman here. I'm aware the rationing is the hot topic nowadays but there isn't... much I can do about that. I will do my best to help out Roger's food bank and if anyone needs me to do so don't hesitate to contact me but for now you will have to forgive me for deviating from the topic.

This last month I have noticed a lot of foreigners that happened to have powers with them that were... not sure what to do with them at best, outright scared of them at worse. I want to help with that.

I am a super-powered being myself, we are called 'metahumans' in my world. I was thinking maybe there should be some kind of... way for us to meet, to talk about our problems. To train each other if our powers are similar, to help us out when it's needed. I'm not sure where I was going with this but that... well, that was my suggestion.

[A little shrug and a smile] I would like to hear people's opinion in it?

[Private to Evandau]

I was told you were in charge of the rationing?

assassinates

[Shelby's pretty much gotten the hang of this communication thing. She watched carefully when that kedan had shown her what to do, and she's been watching Garrett from the background. Whose terminal she is using now. She's just not the best at communicating or people skills, so she pretty much just stares at the screen for a few minutes, as if she's unsure of what to do or say now that she's set it up. Enjoy having someone stare intently at you, everyone, and be glad that it's not in person ~~for now~~.

After another moment, she finally speaks. Her voice is soft and low.] My name is Shelby Rook. I'm looking for a dragon. He's about the size of a pony, dark red in color, breathes fire. I have found the other person the dragon was with, so I can only assume he might be here as well. He answers to Bubbles. [A pause, and then a slight smile.] Try to not run from him; he is still a deadly predator, regardless of size. [And it'd suck if people started going after her dragon for such a silly thing like him eating them or something.]

[She leans back somewhat, head tilting.] I have been told we are to work here. I... have a varying set of skills, including some medical training. [And other things. You want a bitch killed? She'll kill a bitch. She likes killing bitches.] Thank you.

fatedchaos

[Vanessa's twirling her hair around her finger, a look on her face torn between thoughtful and unsure.] There are a lot of things I miss about home, but I am really missing school. A lot of people think it's boring, but I don't see what's so boring about learning. And doing homework! [She sighs, shoulder slumping.] I like the monotony of homework. Figuring out formulas and writing sentences and reading.

[There's a pause as she presses her lips together, sitting up.] Okay, so I guess the problem is that I'm bored here. And intensely alone, which makes it only a thousand times worse to be bored. I've done a few odd jobs around here, but I'd really like to put myself out there for anyone who's looking to hire someone for... Anything. I'm a really quick learner, I speak, read, and write English, Latin, and Ancient Greek. I know a little bit of Spanish. I can sing; I was in a band back home. [She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.] I know a little bit about cooking.

[And then she takes a deep breath, lifting up her hand in front of the screen.] I can also do this. [The skin on her hand shimmers for a moment before going opaque and then her hand disappears entirely.] So, you know. I have useful talents.

[Well, now her face is red and is also going a little see-through, soooo.] Okay, thanks. Bye. [Turning this video off so fast, you don't even know.]

virginprice

[It's late at night and Alcuin is sitting at his console, wrapped up in a cozy charcoal-coloured dressing gown, a cup of tea resting just in front of him. He looks tired, his hair in a bit of a tangle. He was sleeping, after all.]

Is there anyone else about who keeps such late hours? I find myself in need of a bit of conversation, if there is. Come, tell me something interesting.

singed

[The two conflicting impulses of ‘staying alive’ and ‘finding Shelby’ have fought themselves out in Garrett’s brain, and there is now one very attractive prince sitting on screen. If he seems distracted at moments, it’s because he’s on the lookout for potential wizards coming to kidnap him]

I have to say, this isn’t exactly how I imagined getting out of that cave. Then again, after a month or so, I was starting to wonder if I might not get out at all. So I suppose this is an improvement.

[He glances over his shoulder, before returning to the camera. He’s basically assuming this is some weird kind of magic despite the kedan's explanation, because what is technology.] I’m not sure how I feel about being surrounded by trees again. It’s a hard life for a – for me. My life is difficult. Exceedingly so. [a cough] But I do believe that someone out there may be able to help me, at least with one particular issue.

[He holds up a finger, and hurries off screen. There is the unmistakeable sound of a toilet flushing, and then he’s back] What in Enu’s name was that?

[A beat] Also, there are potentially two people looking for me, here. One of them is called Frances von Magica, and I suggest you stay far, far away from him should he turn up. If you find my empty husk of a corpse lying on the streets somewhere, it was most likely him. [He pauses for a second, and some of the upbeat nature slips from his tone. He drums his fingers against the desk] The other person knows who she is.

kelpful

[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.

roadtorule

[This video features a young woman whose face may be new to the network, but she doesn't seem to have wasted any time in blending in fashion-wise with the kedan. Despite her elaborate-looking clothing, her brown hair is pulled back in a simple braid, and an artistic, flowery tattoo curls along one side of her face. When she speaks, it's with a refined British accent.]

Good afternoon. My name is Emma. I've recently arrived in Keeliai, and I have a few questions. Three, actually. My first pertains to the Emperor. I hear that it's possible to gain an audience with her. I was wondering if anyone who has succeeded in this would be willing to speak with me about it.

This ties into my next question: Has anyone learned of any way to leave this... in-between realm? I need to return to my kingdom immediately. [She hesitates (read as: catches herself).] Or, at least, as quickly as possible. There are... matters of vital importance that I need to attend to. [She smiles.]

Ah, and my third and final question... These -- bicycle contraptions. I hear they're a good way to get around faster than one would manage on foot. Back where I'm from, we used horses or carriages or even monorails if we needed to travel across land. As such, I've never... Well, would someone be willing to teach me how to ride one of these things? I'm sure I'll catch on quickly, I just, well. [She laughs.] Let me just say, trying to figure it out on my own wasn't the best idea.

Ahem. [Her smile becomes sheepish and even awkward. She never knows how to end these things.] Thank you for your time. [............. okay um she's just going to turn it off now]

lostmoralcode

_{[Marceline slips into a chair in view of the console's lens with a tiny smile and an amused expression lingering in her eyes.]}

I guess the only thing that really surprises me is the relative abundance of humans around here.

Hey. I'm Marceline. I'm new here. Are any of you guys on this network musicians, and if so, do you need a bass player? I feel like jamming.

_{[She gives a relaxed shrug, with her smile going more full]}

Or whatever. I'm easy, I could go in for pretty much anything. What's there to do on a turtle, anyway?

seriouslytwisted

Why doesn't this place have any phones? 'S like I gotta update my my.face just to have a freakin' chat.

Whatever.

DONNIE. Go home, I'll meet you there.

Hey uh, Santo. I wanna ask you something. Off the books.

virginprice

[Alcuin is sitting at his console with a thoughtful look on his face. It's been long enough that he's settled in and now he has concerns beyond the absolutely necessary- and the money to take care of them.]

Are there any in the city who have a marquist's skill? The circumstances of my arrival left my marque in need of tending, and I now have the coin to pay for it- if none of those who have been brought here know it, I will look among the kedan, but I thought I would try my fellow exiles to begin with.

[He smiles.] If you know of anyone, pray tell me. I would be grateful indeed.

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 ]]

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