tushanshu | Entries tagged with † logan

[ So here's Roy Harper, with costume, mask and trucker hat all assembled on his carrot topped little head, looking bright eyed and bushy tailed in a way that might be bordering on neurotic, considering he'd huddled in a mess of tools and arrow shafts scattered on his suite floor. Ignore that. ] So, guessing by now everyone's gotten well acquainted with the crazy ghost-like pod people with the possession special ability? Vanessa, you can kick me for thinking that precaution was lame.

It's probably overdue by now but don't try to hit them. It makes us end up needing an Exorcist and I am so not hanging around to watch if your head spins around and you crawl up a wall. [ Hold on, going on a tangent. ] Side note: Is anyone else weirdly reminded of that one Doctor Who episode where the space thing possessed people and David Tennant almost got tossed off the ship? Merlin was there? It was during the Donna times. Point being - if people start getting bug-eyed and copying everything I say, I will not hesitate to pistol whip them. Bow whip them. Guns are so Red Hood, I'm classier than that.

[ Pause. Cough. It was important, okay. Anyway. ]

Uh. Point being.

Arsenal to the rescue! I got your back, guys, and please, hold your applause until the Turtle McGuyer demonstration is complete, but I tried pretty much every trick arrow I had on me until I got one that works. [ See Roy holding an arrow aloft with a sort of jury rigged looking electronic device on the arrow tip. ] Void points for aesthetics, please, I'm working on a time crunch. I call it... The Eletcro Space-Ghost Zapper. If that's not informative enough - basically, I fire this at the Doctor Who rejects, it sets off what's basically an electric shock pulse as it's passing through them, ouch, it's super effective. Because this is a weird universe where electric pokemon are weak to other eletric pokemon, I don't even now.

[ This is making so much sense. He might have had a lot of sugar today. And it sort of weirdly looks like he's having fun with this whole chaos thing. Ah, smells like home. ]

Bring me your shit. I'll see what I can do to hook you up with something similar.

Vive la révolution.

[[ ooc; i will be responding really slow because my laptop is completely crapped out and i'm working from an ipad :| so bare with me. i just wanted to get this event post up before it had to be lame and backdated /o/ ]]

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.

dungfu

[Cue a whine when the feed comes on. Yep, it's a big white dog and... well. What's a dog doing, having access to the console?

There's a smear of black ink in the corner, because they said you could make words with it but why aren't the words coming out of the ink. This is stupid, and the expression on the dog's face accentuates that. It is in fact very expressive for... well, a dog. It actually scrunches up its face in annoyance.

In comes a round of plain barking at the thing, but obviously it doesn't work.

Possibly defeated by the really awkward technology, the dog sits back (are those flowers growing around its paws or are you just going crazy?) for a while, staring at its console, before getting up and disappearing off camera.

The flowers are still there.

There's a lot of sounds of rummaging, before a loud, offended animal shriek rings through the room.]

TOO LITTLE FOOD! This cannot be a residence with too little food!

trainwrecked

Anybody heard from or seen the Noh-Varr kid, lately?

Because I've got the feeling he might have to be added to Mr. Wayne's list.

Current Mood: concerned

liugan

[ clink ]

[ clink ]

[ clink-- POP ]

... there we are.

[ /ahem. ]

While I understand completely the feeling of inherent laziness that no doubt consumes those of shofter life spans, ironically enough, it simply boggles the mind that so much time and effort goes into the process of skinning, slicing, and preserving simple fruits far more easily obtained from a tree.

I doubt this is even a real peach.

[ there's something to be said about all the added sugar, though. It's like peach soup. ]

Of course, the obvious lack of bountiful orchards in the immediate vicinity is to be blamed currently, but one wonders where the fruits come from if not a garden or orchard nearby.

[ clink-- POP. Sigh. ]

Hm. Money that would've been far better spent on a book.

-- should anyone suffer from a sudden brain injury as a result of an errant can of carrots, you've my most sincere apologies.

suoxi

[ Inara comes into view with a smile, as always. She’s very confident sitting there in her suite, hands in her lap and a few candles burning behind her for ambience. She is the picture of calm and poise and looks entirely at ease.

Inside, though – Inara is boiling. Inara is Not Happy about several things, but there are…certain experiences best not ‘advertised’ on a public network.

But boy is she pissed about being fired, then threatened on the way home.

ANYWAY. ]

I have decided to open the Companion House that is located in the Fire Sector earlier than I originally planned. [ read: Inara got fired, and needs another source of income. ]

If you are interested or require more information as to what a Companion is and does, please let me know and I will forward you directions and information. [ Inara learned a valuable lesson: make a pamphlet. Repeating herself explaining the intricacies of Companionship was quite taxing. ]

I am also taking applications for those that would like to enroll in Companion training as well. [ Inara smiles, but her eyes are decidedly sharper here. ] This is not an endeavor lightly chosen. It is a life choice – a career, and the training is intense and not limited to intimacy. I will personally speak [ interrogate ] to any interested party.

[ inara out ]

iwillnotlookback

[ The girl on the screen looks younger than her years, and she is still rather young. Only sixteen, the burnt-away stubble of silvery-blonde hair highlights her sharp cheekbones and draws attention to her large violet eyes in a way that makes her look like a doll. A very feral sort of doll. Her expression can be best described as a mixture of irritation, weariness, and childlike curiosity. And over it all a mask of regality. Nearly bald and ragged-looking she may be, she still looks every inch a queen. ]

Tell me, are all our dear hosts so exceptionally skilled in making obeisance and providing obfuscation for their master? I ask the reason for my presence and they tell me that knowledge is the Emperor's. I demand to know where my dragon is and they simper and apologize. Not one will deign to give me a clear answer, only riddles. More riddles. I am weary of riddles.

[ Dany sighs, a certain something in the way her eyes slip briefly closed betraying just how very tired she is. It never ends, does it? At least she is clean now. The first thing she did when the kedan led her to her quarters was bathe, soaking away her aches and pains and scrubbing off the accumulated weeks' worth of filth and blood in water heated near to boiling. Merely world-weary is marginally better than being both world-weary and filthy. ]

Very well. If we are to be companions in entrapment, we might at least know one another. I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Mother of Dragons, a khaleesi of the Dothraki, Queen of Meereen and rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. I would know you, and whatever you can tell me. [ Pause. ] And if you have seen a dragon, say, the size of an aurochs, colored black and red, I would know that too. You will be well rewarded, I swear. Though I beg you not to approach him, as his temperament is…quite volatile.

effective

[Katniss is wearing short sleeves today, so the burn scars and grafted skin up her arms and neck are more visible. She seems almost awkward, aware that she hasn't shown her face on this thing lately, and that she has no idea what she's doing.]

I'm going to show people how to deal with rations. At the...community centre. It's here. [She gives an address in the Earth Sector] If people care, that is. [She shoves a hand back through her hair.] It's not that hard to figure out, but if you run out of food before you can buy more, you'll regret it.

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]

thetyrant

[Logan comes on the console from his suite in the metal sector. He looks perfectly composed outwardly, but those who know him might notice that his left hand is hidden under the edge of the table, and his shoulders are ever so slightly more hunched than his usual kingly bearing.]

Has anyone noticed any lingering ill effects from the jiangshi we had to deal with a few weeks ago?

[He's paranoid, and terrified that those things left their mark on him. His arm is still healing where he scratched it bloody, trying to get the corruption out.]

And is there anyone who had little or no contact with them? I know some of us fought and destroyed many.

suoxi

[ Inara appears on the video screen to those who might happen to be watching at this particular time, poised and smiling and entirely at ease. ]

It appears as if new arrivals are a fairly frequent occurrence. Every weekend, it seems. I know it's a trying time and very frustrating, but if one chooses to think of it as an opportunity as opposed to misfortune, then perhaps it isn't quite so bad. In any case - welcome.

[ pleasantries aside...]

Now, down to business -- literally. [ she smiles and it's a bit more cautious this time, head tilting slightly as she wonders at the wisdom of her query. ]

I have been told by the kedan that there is an area of my sector that caters to specific needs and comforts, and while I am certain their tastes run true, mine, perhaps, might be a bit different.

For those of you that don't know me, my name is Inara Serra, and I am a Companion. [ seeing as no one here seems to be from the 'Verse, she decides to elaborate - delicately. ]

I provide company, conversation and comfort to those who might desire such a thing, and I am paid [ a high sum ] for my time. I entertain, converse with, and bestow companionship to my clients, and ensure that they have only a positive, enlightening and joyful experience when they are with me.

[ another polite smile. ]

If there is, perhaps, someone here who could show me some of the...finer institutions that the city has to offer that might be more suited to my personal tastes, I would be most grateful. Thank you.

occupygotham

[ text, anonymous. Upon arriving, Bane has kept to himself, patiently reading through past entries on the network and evaluating his current situation. he has seen more questions raised then answers after his research ]

It would seem that the state between death, dreaming and life has more to be desired. The reason for our continued presence remains a mystery as we play the role of docile prisoners to this...Emperor. While others may seek contentment in their cage under the guise of routine and monotony, I must question one simple thing:

Tell me, fellow occupants, how long are we to be kept in the dark?

Surely none of the Kedan's guests were aware of the creatures lurking beneath the shadowed depths of Tu Vishan. A small, inconsequential thing, perhaps, to those who no longer have the fear of death instilled upon them, but the opportunity to prepare for such onslaughts was stolen from us. We are all strangers in a strange land, fellow outsiders, and it seems as if the Kedan are more than happy to maintain that relationship. A relationship that leaves us in a state of inaction.

Citizens, for that is what we should rightfully call ourselves here, it is time to find our voice.

[ a separate text message is sent out anonymously: ]

I seek the services of a medical professional- preferably one with a hand in anesthesia. Chemists, would also be welcomed.

philosophe

[Here's another who looks like he's been through the wars. That is, in fact, true -- the last he remembers of home was being bayonetted through the chest. So to say the least, this young man looks a bit worse for wear, shirt bloodied and ripped, waistcoat hanging open and cravat undone, and rather deathly pale to boot. Despite all that, he still manages to give off a faint aura of extreme curiosity -- if it didn't hurt to move so much, he'd more than likely have been running about Tu Vishan the moment he arrived.

In any case, he studies the screen cautiously, but gives it a smile soon enough.]

I have been told I may use this device to communicate with other -- arrivals to this place. This is fascinating, truly -- one may send messages instantaneously, I take it.

[Here he pauses as if to adjust a pair of glasses, before a slightly sheepish look passes over his face, and he shrugs.]

Anyhow, to business. I am called Combeferre, and I am, as you have no doubt gathered, a new arrival to this place. Anyone who can answer my questions would have my gratitude. Firstly -- I would like to know if any of my friends are here as well; they would more than likely be calling themselves a member of Les Amis de l'ABC. Failing that, anyone from Paris would be most welcome. ...Secondly, I am -- rather in need of a doctor. I would attempt to do it myself, but I'm afraid all I have managed since my arrival is bandages.

So, ah -- thank you, and I look forward to speaking with you.

poeticverses

[The feed opens up on a...pretty beat up redhead. Dried blood, bruises starting to form, cuts and scrapes, everything short of bullet wounds, really.

Those were healed before he woke up.

It takes a second for him to realize that he got it to start recording and he blushes a bit. Not that you can tell with all the bruising and whatnot, but. He looks like any beat-up 19th century Frenchman: dirty, bloody shirt, bloody blue waistcoat...basically, he didn't bother to clean up before figuring out this console.

When he speaks, his voice is fairly soft and he's terribly awkward, and not just because he's talking into a box]

The gentleman who brought me here said I could use this...device to contact others in the city. Does...is anyone else here from Paris? If so, are you familiar with Les Amis de l'ABC? My name is Jehan--Jean, but I prefer Jehan--Prouvaire, and I need to know if I'm the only one of us here. If I am not, could you please direct me to my friends?

[Don't ask if he wants to be alone here or not. He couldn't tell you]

I also need a doctor, please. I don't think I am in any danger of dying now, but I would rather not risk it.

Ah...thank you.

[[ooc: for those of you not familiar with French, "Jehan" does has a different sound than "Jean"]]

cmdreffingshepard

[Shepard is cleaned up, settled in - more or less - and rested by now. She's also been keeping an eye on this extranet-type thing - the network, anyway, even though there doesn't seem to be any means of contacting anyone off-planet. Whatever planet she's on. She still doesn't quite buy the "between living, dying and dreams" thing.

But that's not what she's here to talk about today. Nope, she's just got a couple of quick notes.]

Shepard here. SSV Normandy. I need to know if any of my crew are here, and this looks like the best way to do that.

I also want to thank the people who helped me during the attack. Bruce, North, the girl with the fire biotics, and a few others. More people were saved working together than I could've done on my own.

[She looks a little distant, for a moment, then her gaze focuses back in on the screen.]

I'm happy to help where I can, but whoever is responsible for bringing people here picked a really bad time to do it. I'll be court martialed now, for sure.

backwordscompatible

[So, first, she’d almost drowned. Then, her best friend (and sort-of boyfriend) had drowned...only to come back as a zombie. Whom she had to watch die all over again. And, to top it all off, she was still suffering from the after-effects of running around while all this was happening in sopping wet clothes.]

[To put it mildly, Zatanna was not in good spirits (hah--oh, forget it). And had a few dry words for the Network:]

Some ‘world of dreams’, or whatever they’re still claiming this place is. More like one, big, slow-moving nightmare.

If I’d known the Turtle was going to find inspiration in every bad movie we watched the other night, I might’ve reconsidered picking a different theme.

[...of course, none of them had much to do with how she was actually feeling right then. Too public.]

[Her eyes were still glassy from sleep as she sneezed twice before ending the feed, message delivered.]

[But then, it switched back on as an afterthought occurred to her:]

Oh, yeah: whichever of you perverts decided to leave that tiny ‘surprise’ in the frame of my vanity mirror? I took a particular satisfaction in frying that thing. Twice.

Just so you know.

[~~’sup, Batman, she definitely just inadvertently called you a pervert. Because bugging teen girls’ rooms is incredibly rude.~~]

effective

[Katniss has a few healing cuts and scraps from Zombie Adventures, but she's clean and apparently recently showered, judging by the wet braid slung over one shoulder. She sits in her chair with her legs pulled up to her chest, ready to leap from it if she needs to. Her bow and quiver are visible in the background]

I want to hunt. Is there anywhere I can do that, or does this turtle have some kind of moral objection to things other than us being killed on its back?

[There's a long pause, and she almost reaches out to end the post before she remembers something] Animals. I want to hunt animals. Nothing else. That's all.

exiledsummoner

[When Tris's feed flashes up, he looks concerned and a little out of breath. He'd been in the Fire district when the undead had broken through the barrier, and he'd stayed there until he could no longer hold his barriers up. Instead, he'd fought with sword and magic to get back home, trying to save as many kedan as he could. And that was when it had happened.]

I feel like there is finally something I can do to help people here. When those creatures kill, they steal souls. I watched them do it to the kedan and I should have been able to feel the soul leaving this world, only that didn't happen. The kedan died but his soul was consumed by the undead. It wasn't safe enough to free the soul and allow the kedan to pass over, not when I was alone, but I'm confident that if I had aid holding the creatures that I could free the souls of those who have been killed.

I guess I'm offering to help anyone who loses their friends or family to these creatures. If anyone needs any aid fighting as well, I am skilled with a sword and also have quite powerful magic. Please don't hesitate to ask for help. I'll go wherever I'm needed.

memoriesinsmoke

[So this is awkward. Liz has never been very good at talking about business beyond "what do you need me to burn". Handling everyone as a group was always Kate's thing - but Kate isn't here, and Hellboy's skills with rounding people up usually leave something to be desired. So she's just going to put on her best poker-face and do this.

Thankfully, she's always been good at keeping a straight face.]

I'm sure something everyone's noticed about this place is that there's no shortage of paranormal things going on. Some of you may be used to it, while others probably aren't.

For those of you that don't know me, I'm Agent Elizabeth Sherman, and back home I work for the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. Our job was to research, monitor, and investigate paranormal happenings around the world. ... And defend mankind from it, whenever it came to that. [Which it did. Very frequently.]

Considering the nature of this place, I thought it would be wise to try and put together something similar over here. That way the next time something happens, we'll have a group ready to take care of the problem without having to worry about civilians and other non-combatants getting caught up in the mess.

Of course, it's the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. So along with fighters, we'll need people with knowledge of the paranormal - and who could maybe help with looking into finding more information about the nature of the things found in this world - people who can keep records of what's already happened... office kind of stuff, basically. [She does paperwork when she has to, but it's not her forte, okay.]

If you're interested, let me know your experience with this sort of thing and what you're planning to contribute, and we can work something out.

thetyrant

[Logan taps his fingers agitatedly as the feed begins, but that's the only part of him that's anything but stoic. Even with his hair lank and greasy from the sea, his clothes stained and damp and that breastplate surely irritating him, he projects as much kingly composure and calm as he can muster.]

I suppose the first order of business would be to introduce myself. [His voice is deep and rich, a bit of a contrast with his thin, angular features.] My name is Logan. I am the king of a place called Albion, but unless any of my citizens have found their way here, I'm aware I have no authority and will not make any attempts to command.

[His left hand clenches into a fist, hard enough for his knuckles to go white, then relaxes. The movement is repeated rhythmically as he finishes.] The person who brought me here from the Shell's Edge seemed to believe he had told me everything of import, but is there any other knowledge I'm likely to be missing? The natives of a place often take for granted something a foreigner would like to know.

Tu Shanshu

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