tushanshu | Entries tagged with † layla rose miller

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

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

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

( VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT VOLDEMORT. LET DOWN YOUR HAIR. )

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

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

Thank you for your time.

superieure

Good morning, Keeliai.

[ Monet's seated, her clothes neatly pressed, colours deliberately chosen to contrast the comfortable seat in front of her console, one leg crossed over the other. She hasn't found any nail polish a-turtle yet, or she'd be wearing that as well. Her tone is pleasantly pitched, and even-keeled. ]

My name is Monet Saint-Croix, and I'm acquainted with several kedan who're willing to accept temporary assistance from Foreigners for tasks our gifts are more suited to handling [ i.e., with superpowers ]. This is an excellent opportunity to get more involved with the local community, and perhaps improve relations. [ a polite smile to punctuate ]

If you're interested in helping, kindly come to the office [ a location ping in the Metal Sector ] provide your name, the types of cases you're accustomed to handling, and where we can reach you if a suitable match turns up. Should you wish to be a part of the venture but under a [ her nose wrinkles, just barely: she can't believe she's about to say this ] superhero identity, that can be negotiated. Payment will be by commission, depending on how satisfactorily you complete your task.

If you have any questions you may direct them to this console. [ A short pause, for another smile. ] We look forward to working with you.

[ And with that, she turns off the feed. ]

[ooc: feel free to jump straight to action, she'll be at the office all day. ooc planning post is here, job list is here, and do fill out telepathy permissions if you have time, thank you.]

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...]

casaerotica13

[Okay, so partying didn't help the overall dreary atmosphere. He's rationalized with himself that he just needs to get used to the place, is all. Part of that was enjoying it, 'cause it could be way worse. Two of his big brothers could be here wanting to rip the other and the surrounding life apart. Could always be worse.]

[Besides, his company wasn't taken away, but simply replaced.]

[Gabriel has a floating cat next to his terminal. Like all good cats, Khoshekh is blocking Gabe's view of the screen, so the observer would see a floating, sleeping cat with an angel's eyes peaking over him.]

So, I'm the proud owner slash temporary babysitter for this kitty-kitty here. His name is Khoshekh and he loves tuna like you wouldn't believe. Can anyone think of good nicknames for Mr. Whiskers before I start calling him Kosher?

[Cause it's inevitable... Gabriel pauses a moment before continuing.]

As an aside, anyone wanna get hammered tonight or something? I'm bored.

[Looking for some more distractions is more like it, but he's good! Really!]

alderwood

The transmission begins with the ID of the Alderwood Emperor, though it is not Evandau that sits at this console. Hannibal Lecter, rather, is the one ready to speak, though there is a statement from the former Commander first.]

The Foreigner investigations into the murder of the Ironwood Emperor resulted in the identification and apprehension of a suspect. He will air his conscience here before punishment is commenced.

[Then, he quiets and a hand pushes at Hannibal's shoulder. The message is clear: Get on with it.]

I suppose I’ve got to get these formalities in, although I do appreciate the opportunity for some last words. [He turns to Evandau.] I don’t suppose I get a last meal request, do I?

No. [The single word is uttered with the strictest control over his tone.]

[He chuckles. A few people knew just what he did with most of his victims, how far that’s gotten around, he has no idea.]

It was I who killed you Emperor, I who committed the string of murders a few months ago, and I who anonymously called upon Malicant. The first was because I cannot tolerate a poor host, the second because I had powers I don’t usually have and didn’t want to waste the opportunity, and the third was because it was entertaining.

[He straightens his suit, which is a little bloodied up from his capture.] Formal apologies to all of my patients as well as anyone I had agreed to meet in person. As flattering as it would be if you all had nightmares about narrowly avoiding death at my hands, I feel obligated to inform you that neither my patients nor my guests were ever in any danger. That would be bad practice, on my part. [Because despite being a serial killer he needs to take care of his image.]

And my deepest apology to Abigail Hobbs. I wish you the best of luck in this life.

Everyone else, if you’d like to air your grievances, I’d love to listen. I’ll take them all as compliments, really.

[It is at this point that Evandau intercedes.]

You have one hour. The prisoner will be executed at the end of this hour and there will be no further opportunities to converse with him.

[There is a promised finality to his tone and then the transmission ends.]

OOC: Please indicate in the comment subject which party you are directing the comment to, as both players are available!

Hannibal will be unavailable for plots/posts after this date in Tu Shanshu. Cass will be dropping him, but intends to backtag all current threads (and threads from this post) to completion.

fuckcable

Am I the only one who thinks it's suspicious how, in the weeks around the Emperor's murder, our presence is suddenly graced with a pair of queens, a princess, a prince, and whatever that horned kid is? It's not the first grouping I've noticed.

neverdanced

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

myownbestfriend

[Say hello to Emma Frost, an intimidatingly beautiful but apparently normal human woman who is not especially pleased to be on a giant turtle and drafted into some kind of metaphysical war. She's got it dialed down to an aura of vague irritation, though, and she leans back in the large desk chair that came with her Fire Sector suite. The deep brown of the leather sets off her pale coloration and low-cut white X-Men uniform to excellent effect, and if you think she didn't plan that, you haven't met Emma.]

Please tell me there's a half-decent salon somewhere on this planet.

[If she has to do her own roots she's switching to diamond form until the problem is resolved, see if she doesn't.

Yes, yes, Malicant, a murdered emperor, giant turtles all but extinct, a world on the verge of destruction...but none of those are the sort of thing one ought to ask stupid questions about in public, now are they?]

alderwood

[The video comes up not with the backdrop of the Commander's office, but instead that of the Emperor's personal quarters. It is Alderwood that sits there, his expression dark and controlled; there are signs of grief in the redness of his eyes same as there are signs of activity in the motion of police kedan behind him, but he ignores that to address the network.]

The Ironwood Emperor is-- [Here, he breaks a moment before the line of his jaw settles with stonelike strength and he continues.] She is dead.

[Centuries of war that she survived, centuries of difficulties, and he found her as innocently dead as a victim in a murder. Evandau appears torn, once again on the brink of the grief that threatens to consume him, but he forces himself into mould of a Commander so that he might serve the purpose of this message.]

The sealed scroll outlining her succession was opened this morning under my authority as Commander. [His hand moves, briefly touching a rolled up scroll set on the flat surface before withdrawing as though burned.] It was her wish that I assume all authorities and responsibilities as Emperor after her passing.

[His look is pained, but does not break.]

Henceforth, I assume the role of Alderwood Emperor and thusly fulfill her wishes. The responsibilites of the Commander will continue with me until I choose a successor.

[A pause, a breath as he composes his next words.]

The Palace of Landed Sky is closed to all petitioners until further notice. Without Eshai's power protecting it, this is no longer a safe haven for those that wish to speak its name, so do not risk it.

[For he already suspects that Malicant is behind this and will not have it invited in to make a pair of he and Eshai in death.

That brings him to the end of what he needed to announce and so he only offers one flat statement in closing.]

This changes nothing of your presence or purpose, so do not come beg of return. Those magicks are beyond me and my priority is determining what fool made the decision to kill her.

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard's smiling today, and it quickly becomes apparent why: she holds up a little orange hamster, who appears completely uninterested in the proceedings. Really, woman, you shoot things for a living and you get all googly-eyed over a hamster?]

Say hello to Captain Squeaks, of the SSV Normandy. I never thought I'd see this little guy again!

[Captain Squeaks... squeaks a bit, and she sets him back in his little cage.]

Anyone else have pets from home they've been missing?

spideyfanone

[It's hard to be sure of the camera's angle, but it's definitely propped up somehow, with the speaker hanging upside-down from the ceiling, because why not. Scrawny, scruffy, in his early teens, and some kind of fuzzy, blue elf-demon. When he speaks, it's with a clipped Brooklyn accent.]

So... the turtle is new and different. I've done space whales, but not reality-turtles.

Anyway. Longshot, but any of my team here? Lookin' for a General James Howlett especially, or Miz Alison Blaire? ...Hercules? ...Emmaline Frost-Summers? I mean, she doesn't even like me and I think she's a goddess now, but worth a shot.

Guessing not, though, so does anybody need somethin' fixed? Because I hate being bored, and unless somebody's got a mission that needs doing, I'mma be a huge pain in the butt.

superieure

[ Monet is seated, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, lips curled into a smile, immaculately dressed as always, regarding the camera with a critical eye. In front of her is a chessboard, all set out for a game. She’s chosen black, so white faces the viewer. ]

I require an opponent.

bludhavenknight

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

ironwood

So that tags are correctly visible. If your tag isn't showing up, please contact the mods.

Tu Shanshu

005 || Video

003 ♛ video

ʁʍ oo1; text

3 ✞Video

joint post; the murder of ironwood: conclusion

text; anon location

001 - video

[video]

video | the alderwood emperor

008; video

001 [Video]

002 ♛ video

Video; In which cold weather is clearly the best!

Tag Cloud

Links