tushanshu | Entries tagged with † kaldur'ahm

[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?

last_ofthe_jedi

[Behind Luke is an organic-looking wooden wall, possibly recognizable as part of the console alcove in one of the Wood sector suites. He's evidently settled into his new quarters and it didn't take him long to figure out the technology of the console.

It's a bit archaic compared to what he's used to but it's simple enough. He would fiddle with it and see if he can give it an upgrade but he's been warned about the anti-tampering system in place, so he won't. For now.]

Hello. My name is Luke. [He intentionally leaves out his last name. Luke has no idea who he might meet here and his family's name has become associated with a lot of unpleasant things as of late. Better to be safe.] I've just arrived a couple weeks ago and the map of the city that I was given is helpful but not quite what I need at the moment. I want to ask if anyone takes regular trips up to the turtle's head and wouldn't mind a travel companion. It sounds like a place I'd like to visit soon.

I'd also like to offer my services. Where I come from I'm a guardian of the peace. Not necessarily affiliated with any government or law force... freelance, if you will. I help because I can. Please, call on me any time.

[Now that his powers have returned and he's had a few healing sessions Luke feels in much better sorts to be offering such services without hesitation at his own abilities.]

runrightround

[It's a room. His room. His new room. This is all very... He doesn't know how to feel to be perfectly honest. He's been quiet up until this point, but he needs to say a few things now.]

[The fact that he's doing this as Kid Flash has less to do with maintaining his identity and more to do with the fact that these are the only clothes he had on him.]

Turtle. I mean. Big turtle.

[This isn't really making a good impression, is it? Okay deep breath:]

Okay, we're fighting a war, I get that. That's great. [...] Uh, it's not great as in hooray, but... Wherever I need to be, I'm there. Let's go punch this Mmmuhhh...

[Oops. Not supposed to say it, are they? Normally, he wouldn't really pay any mind to something like that, but everyone seemed pretty adamant about it...]

You know who in the face.

But, in the meantime, what exactly am I supposed to do with this?

[He holds up what appears to be a backpack with medical symbols on it. Of all the things to come here with...]

Dead serious, if anyone needs a heart transplant within the hour I've got you covered. Please find Kid Flash in one of the trees.

[The voice is calm, the face is panicked.]

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]

backwordscompatible

[It was a lovely day for a Network Post, wouldn't you agree, residents of Keelai? The sun was shining...~~the tank was clean~~...and Zatanna was sitting in front of a public console with the brightest smile she'd worn in a long time. Cheesy, at first, and definitely purposely over-the-top (her boss had clearly put her up to this, and she clearly was going along with it for giggles), but even as time went on and it melted away into something more genuine, her aura continued to project sheer happiness at life, the universe, and everything. For now.]

[Although the casual onlooker might be more interested in the unusual outfit she was wearing. Which she very deliberately paired off with her favorite charmed choker, not even caring that it didn't match the rest of the ensemble.]

Do you know what the Future Holds? ...that's okay, neither do I. But together, we can probably managed to squeeze a few hints out of it...with these.

[Smirking, she held up one hand, then flicked her wrist in such a way that a deck of cards appeared in hand. Magically.]

[Of course, those who knew her spells well enough would recognize the fact that she hadn't uttered a single backwards word. The trick was legitimate sleight-of-hand. No cheating.]

Spring Special: all tarot card readings, half off for the entire Month of April.

Admit it. You know you're curious.

[And on that note, she sent one last wink directly into the camera before signing off.]

backwordscompatible

[For once, Zatanna isn't broadcasting from her room. She doesn't even bother trying to hide the Guilt on her face as she appears on screen, the clear signs of a random cafe in the background. It would have been a stretch to say she hadn't really slept much since returning from the bottle, but she's certainly not taking any joy from the memories playing over and over in her mind.]

[Memories she needed to get away from, if only for a little while. And there was really only one way to do that:]

Does anybody have a place I can stay for a few days?

[By not being in her suite.]

PRIVATE - Korra

Hey.

Thanks for the chocolates. I really appreciate it.

queenoftheseas

[Mera is sitting at the console in her suite in the Water district, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. She looks as though she isn't quite sure what to say or how to say it, which is really rare for her]

I don't quite understand it but...I think I was sent back home and then returned here. I wasn't aware that kind of thing could happen but apparently it can. It's strange. There doesn't even feel like there's a gap in my memory. I'm not even quite sure how long I was..."gone". Although, would it even be considered "returning home"? I'm not sure how you would phrase what it is.

[She waves the thought off and changes her focus to something a little more important] That's not the point. If I worried anyone I previously spoke to, I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention. Have I missed much? [She pauses again, looking conflicted and then manages a small smile. The public video shuts off then and switches over to a private one intended for just Arthur and Kaldur. She's not 100% sure they're both still here but if they are...well, they'll see this]

( Private video to Arthur and Kaldur )

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.]

inhisherosimage

[Maybe he's being overly cautious, but Tim isn't entirely sure if he's still in the Unternet and thus the city is just some trick, and so he chooses to make his first entry on the cities network text only. His decision is further bolstered by the uniform stowed away - the uniform further complicating the location decision. If he wasn't in the Unternet, then logically he shouldn't have that uniform. Still, Tim knows at least how find if he has any allies in this unknown city - virtual world or not.]

Well. That was a pretty rude awakening. I'm not used to waking in the tub surrounded by strangers. I mean, sure the tour of the city was different and the welcome pamphlet is a nice touch. But I'm not a huge fan of waking up in some fantasy movie and being told I'm going to fight some big bad evil. I'm not really the hero type. Heck, I haven't even had my morning coffee. Oh! Name's Todd Richards. Don't suppose anyone here has heard of Star City? Or knows where to get that coffee? [That should pique the interest of anyone familiar with his dimension. And the name should alert any close allies...]

hijackedbread

[The video shows Peeta looking idly at the screen. There's a slight disconnect from his eyes to his expression, but he seems genuinely concerned.]

The Emperor died and nothing changed. Not the things that matter. Another one just took her place. Another Snow. Another Game Maker to make more Games.

How are we supposed to fight an enemy we can't know? Ignorance makes it so easy to misplace our trust.

[There's a pause and he takes a deep breath. Then he continues in a lighter tone, although he doesn't seem to recognize the change in topics.]

Is there a bakery here? Or an army? I need something to keep my hands busy.

alphatar

[A broad smile is on Korra’s face when she turns on the video feed. She’s leaning to one side of the chair and looking pleased as punch.]

I’ll be reopening the dojo in the Wood Sector and I need some teachers, mentors, instructors- whatever you want to call yourselves, to teach people that want to learn. Any fighting style will do, but if it’s martial arts; then all the better.

If you’re interested in lessons, get in touch with me here or privately. I don't know how much lessons are going to be yet, but I'll try to keep it low.

[There's a pause where Korra considers her next words and her smile fades a little.]

If you're half as good as Dinah Lance is [Not was.] then I need to talk you.

[Four months of training with Dinah isn't enough for Korra. She wants to dig in further into the various styles she was mastering, and this is the only way she knows of to find someone that can help her do just that.]

zinthosmantra

[ There's not quite alarm in Raven's voice but there's definitely tension there. ]

People's signatures all over the city have been going quiet and I can't locate them. Someone mentioned people leaving but this... does anyone know what's going on?

[ Resisting the urge to add, "Titans, report" to that. ]

unconchonable

[Eridan had been here for a few hours now, pretty unhappy with it all. He had places to be, flying dogs to form alliances with, you know. IMPORTANT STUFF. But it seemed that any of his complaints have been rightly ignored by the locals, so that was when he decided to turn his attention to his networking device. Clearly complaining on there will get something accomplished.]

by courtesy a the locals of this place ivve been wwell informed of wwhere i am or wwhat this place evven is
doesnt sound all too fuckin different from wwhere i came from but obvviously glaringly different at the same time and perhaps i owwe wwhoevver snatched me up from my owwn wworld
or rather lack there fuckin of
howwevver i cant turn a blind ganderbulb to the fact that its bloody inconvvenient in the same right
if i wwanted to be here i most certainly wwould havve come here a my owwn vvolition seein as i got matters a GRAVVE import to be dealin wwith
but i suppose that hardly fuckin matters
wwhatevver
also wwhat the fuck is wwith these devvices and not allowwin me to pick my most royal fuckin blood color
typin in this pitch shade is distractin and utter BULLSHIT
i guess the lot cant rob me of my quirk entirely but it aint the fuckin same
howw the hell am i supposed to alert the masses a my kick ass royal standin noww
i guess i could inform evvery sad siltlicker i come across but thats far more wwork than one a my caste deservves to be saddled wwith
i suggest this gets fixed stat or youll havve the wwrath a the prince a hope on you and i aint the troll to be triflin wwith

relentlesstide

[Encrypted Audio to anyone who might have known Mera or anyone on fairly good terms with Arthur, 60%]
[Arthur just sounds... tired. Resigned. He doesn't mince words trying to break the news gently, because he's the one who cares the most anyway.] Mera, my wife, has disappeared from Keeliai.

[Encrypted Audio to Kal-El/Superman, 80%]
I need to talk to you.

[Encrypted Text to Kaldur'ahm, Written Atlantean, Hackable]
[Feel free to have your character hack his text, but if they do, all they'll come up with is a bunch of odd symbols and glyphs arranged into what are possibly words. Atlantean is a fairly difficult language to parse through.]

Mera is... gone. There was no trace of her this morning, and I can't find her mental signature. Please come by when you get a chance, Kaldur, we need to talk about something important.

[ooc: He's being an antisocial douchebag, but anybody who knows him is absolutely welcome to just come by his place in the Water Sector. The first audio post I'm leaving pretty open-ended on purpose, feel free to just assume your character was included if they know him or Mera, or know OF them. Also feel free to hack it, it's all good.]

backwordscompatible

[It was around two hours after sunrise when it happened.]

[Zatanna had been up early, as usual, and through her usual morning routine. A stroll through the sector. Stopping off at her favorite cafe for a cup of tea. Waving at a few other regulars in the area. Checking the rooftops...just in case.]

[By the time she made it back to her room, she was in good spirits. The weather was chilly, but she didn't mind. It actually felt pretty good. Hanging her jacket up, she absently rubbed at her arms as she grabbed one of the books she had been reading and settled on her living room couch. Head against the arm rest. Feet propped up over the back. She was about halfway through. Impressive, considering she could only actually read a handful of the words.]

[She turned the page, and sat upright.]

[Huh. This one was actually...interesting. The circles in the diagram were familiar. She'd used something similar to help the younger Robin with his slug problem some time back. And the words written underneath...]

[She tried to read them aloud. Nothing happened. Then, on a whim, she tried them backwards.]

[The last of the words barely left her lips when a sudden gust of wind burst from the very pages, throwing her back. Like a silent sonic boom. Spreading far and wide. Beyond the walls of her apartment. It knocked the wind out of her, but only for a moment. She recovered soon after, holding a hand to her head as she slowly got up.]

['What was that?']

[Then she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.]

['...oh...']

[VIDEO]

[Around half an hour after the residents of the Turtle experienced a strange ripple effect, Zatanna appears over the Network. Looking a little...uh...]

[...definitely not fifteen years old.]

So...the good news is that I figured out what happens when you read a kedan spell backwards. [yay?]

['The bad news is that I have no idea how to reverse it.']

[...]

['...my bad?']

((ooc: Aaaaand Mis-Spell has begun!))

stagethreeclinger

So I know for human babies, you're supposed to play like Mozart next to their crib while they're sleeping to make them super geniuses or whatever - what about turtle babies? Is there like... a Symphonic Whale Calls Orchestra we can get a CD of or something?

Aquadude? Aquakid? Other Aquafolks? Can I get a weigh-in here?

What are the rest of you turtle-parents doing for your Mack truck cab sized turtle baby eggs? New parent anxiety, you know how it goes.

Private to Vanessa;

Hey girly, we missed some lessons due to sudden onset underwater turtle. Wanna schedule a make-up?

Private to Jaybird;

Soooo, did we go to the turtle dance? Did we make friends? Did we get laid? PS: you need it.

[ translation: are you alive, where are you, can i stalk you, hey, hi. oh wait, he knows something better ]

And on the side of shit you're actually interested in - by the way, I'm a weapons genius, do you want more stuff to kill people with? Because that can be arranged.

Private Kyle;

Uh, sound off? Olly olly oxen free? Marco?

[ basically, hey, what's up, bro, he misses you, did underwater dead turtle demons eat you? ]

alphatar

[When the feed starts, Korra is sitting back against her spinny-chair with her hands dangling from the arm rests. Whether she's bored, tired, lost in thought, or all three is anyone's guess. Her armband is cut, exposing her skin underneath, and it's splattered with a dull red. She's chewing on a really small, but very thick strip of jerky.]

A lot's going on right now, it's kind of hard to keep up. There's a lot of new faces. Well, new to me anyway. [A simple hand wave.] Hi, I'm Korra; but I'm sure someone's probably told you that.

Anyway, I just wanted to say if anyone's freezer is too full or just having too hard of a time handling those tribble things I can help out. Or if you just need some ice, I’m selling bags of them, cheap.

[The living area behind her is surprisingly tribble free and there is a brown and white furry covering on the chair she's in. Taking another bite, she points at the screen and her lips turn into a thin line, eyes narrowing.]

And whoever keeps beating me at mahjong, THIS ISN'T OVER. [Seriously.]

[Video 30% Encryption; Mako]

I'm going up to the turtle's head soon, do you want to go?

Current Location: ME-2B
Current Music: FreedomHangsLikeHeaven

iguanasolution

[Frank begins this post by raising his hands up.]

First of all, sorry. I know you must be tired of all these 'oh no we've lost our powers what do' posts if you didn't have any powers to begin with but it is kind of a big deal. And we don't even know how long it will last. So.

Yeah.

[Deep breath, exhale]

Alright so, we're focusing on training without powers and stuff- which is an awesome idea, and I offer my help to anyone who would take training from a teenager.

But maybe we should also be wondering why? Is it really because the turtle is sick or is... someone [hint hint]... trying to make us as vulnerable as possible? If that's the case we should really be getting ready for an attack.

Tu Shanshu

[VIDEO] Encrypted from Evandau;

FOURTH VERSE ☯ VIDEO;

video; public

01 ⚡ [ VIDEO ]

10 → Video

✦ 014 ✦ [VIDEO] ✦ (Open to ACTION) ✦

✦ 013 ✦ [VIDEO] ✦ Network Cafe ✦

✦ 012 ✦ [VIDEO] ✦ Network Cafe ✦ (Encrypted from Jack)

001 video

Video

ʁʍ oo1; text

02. put me back together again

Video;

1.03 ☯ AUDIO;

♒1st Text

004 ♒ Audio & Text [Atlantean], Encrypted

✦ 009 ✦

Voice;

Longest after Kyle horribleness

video;

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