tushanshu | Entries tagged with † leo valdez

( For someone who is generally a smiling presence on the network, Shockwave is surprisingly morose. Dressed in a somber black dress, hair pulled back into a simple braided bun, there's a weight to Shockwave's expression that has been absent for most of Shockwave's time on the turtle. It's overwhelmingly sad, but lacking the traces of tears or red eyes that one might associate with it. There's only so much a holoform can do - crying is not one of them. )

Orion Pax has gone. If anyone has information on what happens after we've vanished from this place, I would appreciate it. ( Call it scientific curiosity, but also call it trying to keep tabs on if there's any trace of Cybertronian technology just laying around for someone to stumble across. A second or two passes in which Shockwave buries their face in their hands, shoulders slumping. Shockwave managed to get the majority of a very emotional reaction over and done with before approaching the network, but apparently not all of it. Looking back up at the feed, Shockwave continues. ) If you had dealings with him, I apologize. I cannot take his place in law enforcement, but I will do my best to keep any other arrangements he might have made.

( Shockwave pushes something away from the feed gently, a flash of plush horns and fur the only glimpse of the robotic plush Shockwave received as a gift the last landfall. But it does remind Shockwave that there's still things to be discussed rather than wallowing around in grief. )

It's come to my attention that a few datapads from my world might have ended up at auction last month. They're rather large - it's hard to mistake them for anything else. If you've managed to come into possession of one I'll gladly repay you the cost and more for their return.

And lastly, is there still any interest for a school? It would be impossible to force anyone to attend who didn't wish to, nor do I think we should be constrained by what we deem to be a traditional educational system. Just those willing to teach and those willing to learn, regardless of age.

( For most the transmission ends there, but there's private encryptions for a few others. )

botcryption 100% to Tony Stark (616)
You wanted answers - I believe I can provide some of them in exchange for a favor.

botcryption 100% to Leo Valdez
You are owed a long-overdue explanation, even if you don't think so.

dracobin

[It is well past nightfall when Temeraire appears on the network, his expression exhausted and his posture hunched.

He has spent the bulk of the day flying, trying to dull his--well, it cannot be called grief, when he did not know the Emperor well enough for that, but it must be something close, surely. One cannot win wars without a few losses of one's own, but this is a price unfairly paid: something stolen and not captured on the field of combat. It is the gravest offense imaginable, for a dragon, and there is as much rumbling anger in his voice as there is sorrow when he speaks.]

Given recent events, there is little point in delaying the matter any longer. I do not know what form our enemy will take when it comes to us, but we must be prepared for any possibility, especially now that Eshai's power can no longer keep it at bay.

To that end, I am announcing the formation of the Keeliai Aerial Corps. There is little point in formation-flying when we cannot predict our enemy's movements, but at the very least those of us who can fly must grow used to flying together, and those of us who can fight must be prepared to do so under any circumstances.

Pray provide your name if you are interested; we will meet once a week at the very least, for target-practice and drills, and we might discuss tactics, and new technologies, as well.

If it brings an army with it, we will at least not be caught unawares.

[corresponding OOC signup thread here!]

hijackedbread

[The video clicks on to show a boy of seventeen staring at the screen. The kedan have just shown him how to work the console and he assumes he’s meant to broadcast, as he would in Panem. So he flashes a winning smile, one that doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes.]

Hello. My name is Peeta Mellark, from District 12. They said this isn’t the Capitol. To be honest, I’m not entirely sure where Keeliai is or why I’m here. But I know that the Emperor wouldn’t bring me here without a reason and I trust her wisdom. I appreciate how welcoming you have been and I look forward to learning more about you and to fulfilling my duties here.

[The tribute is incredibly charming, but those who are extremely perceptive would be able to detect that nearly every word is a lie and may notice the sound of handcuffs being pulled taut. He pauses and his smile falters.]

If any other Victors have been welcomed here, I would be glad to be reunited with them again.

godkaru

[the video starts with a girl sporting vibrant red hair and concerned red eyes looking around the edges of the camera before directly into it]

From what I was told, this isn't the Test. I'm not sure what help I can be in a war, but... If these people need help, I can try.

But before that, I have to find someone. Well, two someones. My best friends, Umi and Fuu. Umi has long blue hair and blue eyes, and Fuu has short curly blonde hair and green eyes. They're very important to me -- if I'm here, then they must be too! If anyone knows anything, please tell me. My name's Hikaru.

[she hesitates a minute before cutting the video]

ozones

The interesting thing about Halloween is that you can be someone else, I think. Most've the time that's not really an option.

_{( he thinks it's probably never much of an option, for him, but that's a thought that doesn't need vocalizing. )}

If you could be someone--something--else, would you?

It seems kind of like running away.

eye_of_isis

[So when the video opens, it's from Sadie's console. But it's not Sadie's face on the feed.

It's Leo's. And then his mouth opens and it's...vaguely British?]

So, three guesses who I woke up as and the first two don't count. It's Sadie. In Leo's body. And he's in mine. And I hope he knows that if he does anything stupid in my body, I will take great pleasure in setting his flat on fire.

iguanasolution

[Frank had set a deadline for himself to ask something to the network. And that was today.

Today. And if there was something he didn't do was to break a promise, even to himself. But he wasn't going to do a video post and give people more reasons to laugh at the situation... even though judging by a certain network post and a couple more than followed it wasn't just him that was going through this. So it's a tiny, shy girl's voice the one making this post.]

Uhm, hi. I know you are all busy right now and I'm sorry, this will be short.

I just need as much information about the turtle as you have. Anything you know about it, as much information as possible. I... want to try something, and I need to know Asti well before I do.

[A pause, and then he adds:] The more I know about anatomy the better actually so if anyone's gone... swimming under it or gotten a bird view or something like that maybe they could tell me what they saw. You can go anon if you'd like, I don't mind.

So... yes. That's i- OH guys, are all of you aright?

[The post traces back to Frank's console so he's hoping said GUYS will contact him, otherwise it's visiting-house-to-house time.]

philosophe

[It's a pretty normal, sunny day on the back of a giant turtle... That is, until an explosion rocks the Fire Sector. And it's not even like, a normal, mildly alarming, muffled explosion coming from the Valdez household. It's a loud, deafening sound, almost like a cannon fire, coming from an open space that is really suspiciously near Leo's apartment.

In any case, what happens next is a broadcast of this certain message on the network coming from Leo's PC. Behind Leo and Combeferre is the usual mess of machine parts and sketches, except now there's a distinct black mist hovering in the room.

Leo is wearing a sheepish grin and scratching the back of his head. His clothes and parts of his face are covered in black soot.]

Right! So, about that explosion. Theoretically, if that happened to be caused by a super smart and tragically handsome teenager and a guy with a distinctly French accent and hailing from some ancient century, what kind of trouble will said guys theoretically get into? All theoretically, of course.

--The 19th century, it is hardly ancient. [Combeferre interjects from the background. The explosion has shaken him rather more than he would care to admit, but he’s just going to take a few deep breaths here, in an attempt to calm himself down.]

I, ah -- we were testing the mechanics of a model cannon. Theoretically. [He offers a sheepish grin.] Clearly, that attempt used far too much powder.

[Hands up in the air all pre-emptively going "hang on bros y'all gotta chill"] To be fair though, we like, totally didn't blow up an entire block, so uh, no harm done, right?

[Leo's brows furrow soon after, and he turns to Combeferre.] Hey wait, dude, did I just say "we"...?

[A tad absently:] Yes, you did. [He tries for a weak smile, though it’s pretty clear he’s not really paying attention -- especially to someone who knows him well.] I suppose the theoretical talk did not count for much, anyhow -- is there a chair about?

(OOC: Joint post from the resident mad scientists! Leo is red, Combeferre is blue, come yell at them and get either!)

bridgetothemyscira

I suppose I have given myself ample time to adjust to this place by now, so I thought an introduction is in order. [A few weeks too long, perhaps, but they had been busy.]

Welcome to the new arrivals, I am certain you have plenty of questions right now, but do not worry. There are plenty of people here willing to extend information without a second thought.

For those who have been here a while, my name is Diana, an emissary of Themyscira prior to my own arrival. I am aware there are some who are familiar with me [To put it ever so lightly] that I have not met on this land, or prior to all of this. I would like to meet with you if at all possible, though I may have to apologize in advance if I do not recognize you. I have... not been out of Themyscira for long. [Hopefully, that explains the problem. At the very least, they aren't keeping her homeland a secret anymore, so that might lessen the complications. Hopefully.]

For those who are not familiar with me at all, I would like to get to know you as well. The reception here has been more than just welcoming, despite the complications. I believe knowing your neighbors is essential here, no?

Thank you.

eye_of_isis

[Sadie, if you know her, actually looks a little distressed.

She's mostly annoyed, though]

Right. So. That--and you all know exactly what I'm talking about, don't pretend you don't--but that? That whole incident? That is why you don't say the name of things you don't want showing up at your doorstep. Words have power. Names have a lot of power, and true names? True names can be used to kill. Whoever called that Thing--thanks a lot! If anyone needs me, I've got some potions to prepare before going to see if that Thing is actually in the city or if it was just projecting itself psychically.

[As she cuts it, you can hear her grumbling about "stupid mortals" and "honestly, don't you people watch television or read?"]

fotia

[AND BAM! Suddenly there is a picture of a decapitated robot head filling your screen. You're welcome, Tu Shanshu.

The photo is pulled away then, revealing Leo sitting in his suite filled with metals and sketches and other materials of the mechanic variety just scattered everywhere and in every direction, and he's looking more than a little excited at his discovery.]

So! Robot head. I found one in the ruins. [He also went through pretty disturbing death and dreaming hallucinations while he was in Sinbrilee, but the only hint that he's still shaken about it is the brief pause before he speaks again.] If no one owns it, I'm taking it. Finders keepers, blah blah. If you're the owner of this super cool robot head, you have 24 hours to get back there and take it. And your time staaarts... now!

[Click! And the feed is gone.]

kelpful

[Contary to his usual public presence on the network, Percy is look drained and tired, like he hasn't been sleeping well. He only adds to this impression with the way he drags a hand down his face before clearing his throat and speaking. Those who have seen him post before might recognise that he's in his suite in the Water Sector rather than the one he shares with Annabeth.]

Uh. Hi guys, long time no post, and all. I was just wondering if - has anyone seen Hazel Levesque, or Nico di Angelo? [A brief pause] Or Luke Castellan, I guess. I'm pretty sure they're gone, but - I thought I'd check.

[A sigh] It would be a lot easier if we knew for sure what happened to people when they disappeared, you know?

[encrypted 100% to castmates]
Hey. Can you guys all check in? I just want to make sure that everyone I think is still around is...actually still around, and okay. And if you need help with anything for whatever reason, just let the group know. We should - we need to stick together.

Thanks.

fotia

[HELLO, TURTLEITES. There is a lanky boy with a streak of oil on one cheek grinning dumbly at all of you.]

Hello, citizens of the turtle! Salutations and stuff, or whatever! [And he gives a stupid, dorky salute, his voice mockingly imitating the tone of someone giving a formal address to the adoring masses.] It has come to my attention that people have been concerned about my well-being during my hamster state, and I would like to assure everyone that I am completely fine.

[And he drops the formal tone as he waves a hand dismissively in the air.] But really, I've been in worse situations, and some jerks do a lot more than turn other guys into hamsters. [Like burn their moms accidentally. But if the issue about people labeling someone else as dangerous because of their powers is getting to him, he's not showing it.] Besides, as much as I hate to admit it, it was an okay prank.

[A pause, before an impish grin forms on his face.] And it's not like I'm going down without a fight, Sadie. Because it is on. [The teasing tone on his voice says he's joking, though... probably.]

VIDEO; ENCRYPTED 100%; LOCKED TO JASON, PIPER, PERCY, SANTO, and FINNICK

Uh... [In what is a stark contrast to his cheery, carefree demeanor in his public post, he looks really awkward this time, with a hand rubbing the back of his head and his eyes cast to one side.]

So bros, [Yes Piper you are a bro too deal with it] hypothetical question: if a girl you kind of really like asks you out on a date, how do you... [And now both hands are making vague, circular gestures like he's trying to catch the words in the air.] you know. Go about it?

[His face is a bright shade of red, and he looks like he's about to panic, really.]

liveagain

[The face that appears in the video feed is young with golden eyes and doesn’t seem to be aware that her console is broadcasting video. She actually looks a little confused as her brow crinkles as she tries to remember what the kedan said about using the console. For those actually paying close attention there’s a hint of concern in her gaze. ]

Oh…

[There’s a slight shuffle as she props her chin in one hand and leans on her elbow, her other arm crossed over her chest.]

Hello. [Another pause and her lips purse for a moment. This is almost as weird as sending an Iris Message honestly.] My name is Hazel Levesque. I was curious if anyone might be willing to give me another quick tutorial on how to use this console. They went through it really fast.

[She falls silent again, as she tries to figure out if she should ask about her friends.]

I’m looking for my friends if they’re here. [The way she says it makes it clear that she’s torn about whether or not she really wants to know if her friends are or aren’t in Tu Vishan, but she covers it up by moving on to the next matter of business and making her voice shift to a more chipper tone. The image however, continues to hold a certain amount of concern and the crinkle between her brows still hasn’t gone away although it isn’t so much confusion anymore as it is worry about what could be happening at home without her.]

And maybe a job, as I’ve been told I will need to find one in order to be a productive member of the community. I’m good with horses and art. I hope those are useful to someone here, but I won’t mind jobs like cleaning or organizing either, they were regulars on the duty roster back home.

fatedchaos

[Vanessa has literally been sitting on this information for months, letting it turn over and over in her head, as if she could make sense of it. It's not like it doesn't make sense. Being told that you're straight up a clone makes it a little hard to dispute, all things considered.

That makes it even worse, she supposes. And she's not told anyone about it, so any crisis she's had have been dealt with alone.

But she has friends now, people she absolutely trusts, and she's not really ready to tell the entire population that their bodies aren't technically their own.

So here she sits, biting her lip as she stares at the camera.]

Um, okay. So, after Percy made his post about the discovery of the cloning facility, I needed to know... more. [A beat.] I mean, hey. Sorry to dump this on you suddenly and out of nowhere, guys.

[A nod.] I went to the Emperor. She was surprised that I was asking about it, like a good sort of surprised. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, I asked her what that facility was all about. Like, why do we even have clones? [She has no idea how to get straight to the point, which is why she fidgets a bit, her upper arms going translucent.] She told me that organic matter can't be brought through to this place. That our bodies are clones. It's our souls in here. [She presses a hand to her chest.] But these aren't our original bodies, and there are more. There have to be more bodies, because I think that means she can just bring us back when we're going up against, you know. And there have to be more facilities, right? Because more people show up all the time!

[Vanessa pauses, takes a breath, and tucks a curl behind her ear.] What do we do?

eye_of_isis

[The feed clicks on to a very annoyed blondish/reddish haired girl with purple stripes in her hair. When she speaks, she has a British accent, though it’s not very strong. Those knowledgeable about ancient Egypt and its mythology might recognize the amulet around her neck—it’s a Knot of Isis or a tyet]

I don’t care about these kedan blokes or the turtle—though I am sorry he’s sick and all, it really isn’t my fault and there’s nothing I can do to help him, you’d want Jaz for that—I just want to get home. I am a very busy girl who has no time for any of this Tu Whatever nonsense. If anyone as seen my father, and trust me you can’t miss him, please let him know that Sadie’s here and is really very unamused by all of this. He's Dr. Julius Kane.

[She pauses, which for those listening is probably a blessing since she didn’t seem inclined to stop talking. She starts right back up, though]

I’m also looking for Carter Kane, Amos Kane, Zia Rashid, or Walt Stone. [Should she...oh, it can't hurt] Or maybe a small, really ugly man named Bes. I mean it when I say he’s ugly, there is no way you’d forget about him if you saw him he is that ugly. And he’s proud of it, so don’t anyone start trying to lecture me on damaging someone’s self-esteem or whatever. Or even Isis or Bast, who again you really can't miss. But if anyone’s seen or heard of any of those people, let me know straight away.

[She hesitates before shutting the feed off. What else can she say? Hopefully name dropping Isis would get whoever was in charge of this place to send her back]

selfsacrificing

[ It's a little too late to adhere to that whole non-interference clause of the Prime Directive, being the subject of an alien-napping and all, so here is Spock in all his pointy-eared glory. Looking as straight-faced as possible. Unlike Kirk, he didn't part from their meeting and then drink himself under a table, he stayed up all night watching network conversations and Sciencing. It would be illogical to... wallow, and he refuses to acknowledge that he even has the urge. ] ... Fascinating.

[ For such ancient technology, this thing appears remarkably serviceable. ] Greetings. I am Commander Spock, of the United Federation of Planets. If I understand correctly, then you are my fellow... detainees. [ There, that's politic enough. ] I would like to request information on what is being done with the crashed satellite debris. In return, I may be of some assistance in constructing something useful from it, as I am familiar with this level of technology.

In addition, any information on the turtle itself would be appreciated; the scans I have taken of the creature only tell me so much, and the indigenous people seem... disinclined to reply to my queries.

[ Aaaand he'll just give a sharp nod and the Vulcan Salute on his way out. ]

backbiter

[The video flickers on and Luke is sitting at one the consoles. The way the light hits his face makes his scar look sinister. He doesn't really see the difference between this and the Iris messages. Wel of course there was the whole electronically thing.] This isn't exactly what I pictured when I said I'd try for a second life. But.. hey, how could anyone complain? [Though he is a little tired of all these twists and turns that plague his life.]

My name is Luke Castellan. I'm not going to outright offer my help, I'm not too sure why I'm even here. [Other than to just rub salt in a fresh wound.] Call me a party pooper but I might make things worse rather than better. [Because in all honesty he's got a record for doing that.

He huffs a laugh.] I used to be better at introductions. [Luke looks away.] That was a long time ago though.

So I guess we all just play little village until we leave, right? [He's being a little sarcastic here.]

iguanasolution

[Frank decides to go with a voice post for this. It’s not that he minds using video but he’s freaking out enough without showing his face to all the population in this place, thank you very much.]

Okay, so… […Still, it’s pretty easy to tell how awkward Frank is feeling about the whole thing just with the sound of his voice.] Hello, I guess? I think this thing is supposed to connect me to the whole network but I’m not sure who ‘the whole network is’? So here’s to hope someone who’s able to actually help me will get this.

I’m Frank Zhang. If anyone recognizes that name please contact me, you know who you are. [’Di immortales please don’t let me be alone in this place’ is left unsaid but is still somehow made very clear. Even a son of Mars needs his friends in this kind of situation.]

I-… uh, I’m also a good hunter, and I heard there’s some kind of food rationing going on? So if there’s some kind of hunting place or something like that I could probably help? I don’t know. [A loud sigh, and the sound of shifting.] I just want to be useful, I guess.

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.

Tu Shanshu

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