tushanshu | Entries tagged with † tazendra

it seems to me that if the mechanists have organized themselves, that those engaged in the more magical arts should do so likewise, to that end, I would like to invite such individuals to join me in three days to discuss such a working.

That is, if I can locate a gathering place.

[Tazendra looks smug about having suggested this: she's not used to having plans more complex than 'let's charge the enemy']

kreitech

[The man in the video is blond and good looking, and thanks to an impromptu shopping trip with Akito he's dressed like a local already. As the video starts up he's muttering something about "backwater" before he settles down and addresses the network.]

Ah, hello. My name is Alistair Krei, though... I don't suppose that means much to most of you out there, does it?

[He frowns for a moment, then shakes his head]

Anyway, I'm looking for some information on the technology here. I had a tablet with me when I arrived, but I don't know enough about the consoles or the rest of the tech here to know if it's possible to interface with them successfully. That said, I'm sure someone's already looked into this--without me having to risk frying my own computer to test it. Anything about the consoles or the general level of technology, or the work being done on them, would be appreciated. For reference, I run a technology company back in San Fransokyo and my own degree is in computer engineering.

Thank you.

[He reaches over to switch off the feed, then pauses.]

Oh, and if anyone here knows how to make a latte, you might just be my new best friend.

stonebird

(A length of cloth is resting on Alayne's knees and she is busy stitching. The sound of thread being pulled through, tightened and then piercing the cloth again can be heard by the keen of hearing.)

Dresses of a Southern make are far more difficult for me to stitch. (Her pink lips purse and she bites off a thread with her teeth.) I fear, should the weather warm, I will be incredibly uncomfortable in wool. Yet silken fabrics are notoriously difficult to piece together. They leave no room for mistakes - even slight ones.

(Sucking on one of her fingers, her brow furrows. It isn't common for her to stab her fingers. Septa Mordane would know something is amiss with her. Yet her dear Septa is long dead.)

I heard some strange noises on the street. I'm certain someone grabbed my skirt, but I didn't stay long enough to look.

(Therein lies the problem.)

Could they follow me to my room?

looksfine

[For a time, Aya debating sending this particular transmission through radio. In the interests of total transparency, however, she decided she simply did not care if the locals were to catch sight of her broadcast.]

[After all, from her perspective, she was doing nothing wrong.]

It has been brought to my attention recently that there are many residing in the city of Keelai who possess an inadequate knowledge of technology. [The statement was meant to be factual, not insulting.] As such, I would be willing to offer my knowledge and expertise to any and all who wish to learn.

Currently, I am employed at Stark Industries as an instructor. However, it does not make sense to me that the local populace should receive instruction that those of us designated as Foreigners do not. And although I am currently prohibited in bringing Foreigners into my classrooms at that location, there are various other resources I could utilize.

[A Pause, to allow this bit of information to sink in. Followed by a second request:]

In addition, I am currently seeking any carbon-based life form who would be willing to aid me in an experiment. It is both non-painful and non-invasive, I can assure you, and would require little more than a series of full-body scans, and perhaps some verbal inquiry regarding the precise biometric specifics of your unique species'

[She says, with her usual serene tone, as if it were truly nothing major.]

For those who wish to contact me about these opportunities, my name is Aya.

Thank You.

fearlessherosheart

[Tazendra looks like she's sleeping better, and thoughtfull]

I recall that there were certain masters of unarmed combat who took students. I would be interested in lessons.

[Tazendra wasn't so good at this fighting without killing anyone who stood in her way thing.]

Also, does one know a weaponsmith who crafts practice blades?

[A wooden sword could still do a lot of damage, but it was lighter and less likely to slice someone open.]

It also occurs to me that in a month, I will have spent two years in this place, and it is less than three months until the new year. I found the date of my arrival on the turtle -- that is, the date in the calendar of my home Empire -- in a book during one landfall.

[OOC: If anyone remembers, Tazendra actually arrived in the spring, and she isn't taking into consideration that Konryu's days are 6 hours shorter than Dragaera's. Coincidentally, this means her new year is close to the one celebrated by many other foreigners, despite being a spring equinox holiday in her native country.]

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?

survival_isnt_living

[Septimus is idly tossing something--a largish, flat rock--when the console flickers on. He sets it down after frowning at it for a moment, though, to give a half-hearted smile at the screen.]

It's been a while since I spoke, we have new faces--and another one of those turns. [His expression is ever-so-faintly martyred. These particular weather shifts are difficult; he'd give anything for a hurricane. Hurricanes maybe he could try diverting or moderating or controlling or something!] It's a crowbegotten unpleasant day, so I'll be succinct.

For old faces: glad to have those of you still with us. [A shadow flickers over his face; the disappearances are concerning, especially in the face of a threat he's been trying to organize against.] Some of our departed friends were organizing against our palace squatter, like our dragons' aerial corps. If you've been involved and want to keep drilling, come find me. We'll refit something.

For new faces, I'm Septimus, and I run the hospital. I'm also trying to work out a more united front against the aforementioned squatter. We're a lot more likely to have success with practice working together. Come talk to me for more, I don't want details over the network.

For everyone: We've had a case or two of heat exhaustion, and I'm not laying money on it getting better in the immediate future. Be careful, stay hydrated, don't overreach--and don't be afraid to ask for help at any clinic or the hospital. I'm working on coldstones [he holds up his rock]. Supply is somewhat limited by my free time, and priority given to those with greater need, but drop by if you need one.

Anyone wants to talk systematic deployment of some measures against this heat, find me.

[With that, he clicks off.

When he realizes the hatchlings are suffering, priority is shifted; all turtle parents will receive a couple free stones--though Jack Frost gets the first delivery.]

fearlessherosheart

[Tazendra's bedroom is rather packed with things, and the view from the console looks like someone has been working on projects.]

I wonder, if those who have visited other places on this world, had any stone they had brought back. I am attempting an experiment. It need not be a gemstone.

[She considers this further]

I am able to provide a small payment. But it is for a project of mine.

survival_isnt_living

[With the network back up, Septimus has had two options for how to address people. It was a hard choice, which to go with—and he may later record it at the radio for them to broadcast if anyone’s avoiding the network completely. But he’s willing to do this to reach as many people as possible… and he might have an ulterior motive for using it.

He is wearing a small, faintly triumphant smile.]

We seem to be getting new arrivals again. Welcome to our urban war. [Dry and sardonic—because really, it’s a crowbegotten mess.] I’m Septimus, current director of the Eshai Memorial Hospital.

But today isn’t about healing, as cheering as that would be. When we attacked the palace, we may not have been able to break either the outer barrier or the one to the throne room [a faint, almost unnoticeable flash of chagrin] we nonetheless got into the Palace. Many of the teams explored, got out again with success in removing some of our enemy’s resources. There’s been a change.

There was little chance for planning. We didn’t entirely communicate inside—we never knew if reinforcements would come behind us. Coordination was awkward. We often did not know what our teammates were capable of—not always even their names.

[He leans forward slightly, his voice gaining a faint edge of intensity.]

We got more done in within hours than we had in weeks. Months. We did it when we stopped being loosely associated or entirely independent, when we talked. When we worked together. The hospital is the same, and even more: Foreigners and kedan building together, healing together. The radio [still such a strange term] connects, communicates, by our creation.

Think how much more we could do.

[And by now, his eyes glint with determination and obscure passion. His smile is almost savage.]

It’s time we do. Time we talk to each other, stop wandering with little purpose. Time we learn to fight the slive we face not severally, but together.

I am building bridges between locals, organizations, teams—and you, too, if you are ready to gear up for the fight. I will not discuss details here—it is still too insecure. But I can be found at the hospital.

[And he is well aware that announcing it in public may make him a convenient target.as all his life. He may be baiting it. He would rather face it head-on.]

[The same day, a courier arrives with a message requesting a meeting at earliest opportunity and suggesting a time, directed at both locals and Foreigners: Celuann, Eva, Milyn, Costigan, Temeraire, Korra, Stark Industries, Wayne Enterprises, the radio, Annabeth Chase, and Jack Frost. It also notes to pass the message along to meet with him to anyone they think relevant.

Also, all Foreigner hospital employees and volunteers have mail telling them to see him.]

[[ooc: response, action, or log all welcome!]]

shorttempered

[The video clicks on and the image of Mark comes on the screen. He’s visibly nervous, and you can just barely see he’s wringing his hands as he talks. It’s clear he doesn't want to say what he’s saying, but he’s just as determined to get through it.]

Um, hi. I know the network’s not super reliable right now, and that it’s not secure and all of that, but with everything that’s happened the last few weeks, I really don’t want to wait in the hopes this gets fixed to say what I need to say. And as for Never-Speak-His-Name, well… that’s sort of the point of what I want to say, so…

[Takes a deep breath, sits up straight, and stops fiddling with his hands.]

I know some of you aren’t going to understand why what I’m about to say is so difficult, but I’m sure there’s some of you that are. And for those of you that can’t—this… this is really big for me, okay? I’m breaking pretty much the cardinal rule where I come from. But I've thought about this a lot, and with everything that’s happened… I’ve realized that this rule is getting in the way of helping people, which is what the rule is trying to do in the first place.

What am I rambling about? I’m getting to my point, I promise.

[He pauses because he knows after this there’s no turning back.]

For those of you that don’t know me, my name is Mark Grayson. [Mark picks up his mask, which was sitting on his lap, and puts it over his head.] I’m also the superhero who goes by the name Invincible.

This is a big deal for me because where I come from your secret identity is everything. Your secret identity is what keeps the bad guys you fight at work from coming to your home and hurting your family. And that’s not hyperbole. I've had a super villain come to my house and hurt my mom and threaten my brother to get back at me. For something I didn't even do. My family might not be here, but I've made a lot of friends here and while a lot of them can protect themselves, some of them couldn't. Not from the likes of the people I’m used to fighting, anyway.

But now everything’s changed. It’s not just my friends in danger of getting hurt anymore. Everyone’s in danger. And that’s why I decided to come clean. So the long-winded way of getting to my point is this, and this goes out to everyone (well everyone but Never-Speak-His-Name): if you need me for anything, anything, come to me. I’m super strong, super-fast, can fly, and yes, I’m invincible. And I want to help any way I can. If you need me to be a messenger, I can be a messenger. If you need me to carry something heavy like your couch to a different room, I’ll carry it. Heck, if you need me to open a stuck jar, I’ll do it.

Everything got real with the explosions, I’ve realized that I haven’t been really helping people like I should. Stopping muggers isn’t going to cut it anymore. It’s time I took my responsibilities more seriously. My secret identity doesn’t matter anymore. The safety of Keeliai does.

So I mean it. If you need help, for anything, let me know. I’ve been told I make a really good pack mule, and I’m knowledgeable about construction. Unfortunately I don’t have superhearing, so if you want to get a hold of me you’re going to have to do it the old fashioned way.

…I’m sorry this was so long, but thanks for listening.

[Quickly turns it off before he rambles any more.]

unetrustworthy

( CW: talk of Child Endangerment...and Bakura )

freeskies

How unfortunate it is that the reprieve was so shortlived.

I daren't say I've missed much in the months I've been gone, at least. You've all a talent for staying out of trouble.

[he sounds amused. he realizes he didn't have to do this, to announce his return... but, ah, what is a skypirate if he doesn't have any vices? And Balthier's vice being somewhat more of the flashy sort when there's no need to lay low.]

Shall we begin the introductions, then? I've nothing but time for the moment.

agentx13

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.

naismith

[A man appears on the network of indeterminate age, extremely short-- under five feet tall, easily-- with a slight hunch to his posture and Germanic features. His eyes are sharply alive, bright with challenge. There's no hesitation as he speaks, in a gravelly kind of accent that sounds almost Russian, the words flowing quickly as he makes them up on the spot.

Right now, he desperately needs intel of all kinds, and eventually a spotter to watch him while he uses his seizure inducer. That fact he's assiduously ignoring. He'd checked his neurotransmitter levels this morning, and he has at least three days, even with all the stress of arrival. No, four days, probably. Five. Really, he can go a lot longer without one than the ImpSec medical staff had given him credit for. --Focus, Vorkosigan.]

So. I see you all have quite a neat set up here. Let's not waste time. Who can bring me up to speed, ex tempore? Surely we have more intelligence than "don't say its name" on our bogey man. Since confirmed facts are likely to be scarce, personal accounts would be acceptable.

I'm also taking proposals for getting miserably drunk at the bar, as is traditional in times of drawn out peril. I need someone to drag me home, y'see; alcohol has quite a soporific effect on my constitution. [And Ivan is unfortunately not here to do the dragging. Miles ignores the resulting pang that inspires in him.

Then he hesitates imperceptibly, the memory of his previous catastrophic failure to report his seizures clanging loudly through his brain. No. He can't ignore this, much as he'd like to. The only thing that scares Miles more than never going home is turning into a vegetable, mindless and drooling. He can at least do the preliminary investigation about options.]

Information about local medical facilities would be appreciated as well. They're not all-- er, at this level of technology, are they? [He looks dubious about anyone surviving on that level of medical care, but immediately recovers with a wide, convincing smile.] I'd just like to know preemptively for when I wake up with a skull splitting headache.

ixis

[The video feed clicks onto the lovely grinning visage of Ixis Naugus, staff in hand, a pile of writing books to one side.]

Fellow Foreigners of Keeliai, I ask that you indulge me in what could be a bit of census-taking!

In the interest of further defending this turtle and those who reside upon it, I wish to know and take note who among us are versed in magicks and similiar abilities. I feel it would suit our collective purpose better to have this information compiled, perhaps look into how our respective crafts interact or can be enhanced. Please, come forward, fellow casters; tell me your name and tell me your arts!

In the interest of fairness and demonstration of goodwill, I will state my own. I am Ixis Naugus and I specialize in, of course, Ixian magicks. The focus of such being the control and transformation of the four elements: air, water, fire and earth. I am a master of all four as well as a fifth of my own making, the transformation of matter into crystals nigh indestructible.

Come forth and make yourselves known, wizard heroes of Tu Vishan!

browbeater

Uh... so, anyone got any plans for the New Year's?

[yeah, he's trying to be more sociable for the moment. But, it's kind of obvious that this post was not meant for everyone on the network. He just felt kind of awkward. He's switching feeds now.]

[Basic Encryption; Locked to Legend of Korra and ATLA casts-- sans Amon, because seriously.]

Okay, so. I'm not sure how much everyone's noticed that there are no sports here, but there basically isn't. And with Bo being back, and all the Fire Ferrets together, we have enough people to form at least two teams for a pro-bending match, maybe three. Asami knows the rules of the game, and she could ref for us.

I'm not really suggesting we make a pro-bending league or regular habit out of it, but if we did a match, it might give either the other foreigners or the Kedan an idea or two.

And New Year's is probably the best time to do it.

So, anyone in?

[Basic Encryption; Locked to Korra]

Hey... How are you doing...?

puppetfetish

Sup, bitches.

_{[ Feed of Bro Strider again. Looks like the dude is still wearing his tailored leather jacket, but lacking his typical gray hat today, golden hair looking a complete mess. He runs the back of his palm over his nose, wrinkling it slightly before dropping his arm. His face, as usual, is exceptionally stoic, and as always, his pointed shades cover his eyes. ]}

—Thinking about picking a motherfucking smack down with some people who are interested in actually enhancing their fighting or defense abilities.
The catch...

_{[ He tilts his head up, then drums his fingers on his chin. ]}

—without any use of powers or abilities. Got a few of my own. Pinky-fucking-promise I won't use.
Non-projectile weapons are acceptable. Like swords.

If anyone wants to train with me, holla'.
Peace.

unconchonable

[The feed turns on to show Eridan, surely his is a face everyone wants to see so soon, especially after his last post. Though, he looks really fidgety. Drumming his fingers on the desk as he starts:]

So, back when I was on my planet, Alternia, I used to do this thing. Orphanin'. Y'know, go around killin' the lusii a other trolls. I mean, it serwed a purpose, was no mindless slaughter or the like. Was actually a pretty damn honorable job to hawe. Probably the most if I'm bein' honest here. Thankless though it were.

[Is this story time with Eridan? It is possible. The finger drumming ~~intensifies~~ continues. His fins are even flicking here and there with notable agitation as he tries to keep up the ruse of being anything but. Stoic is the aim, but sadly Eridan's aim falls pretty far from the mark when it concerns anything that ain't a gun or wand.]

See, it was called Orphanin', 'cos unlike you pink animals who raise their young all weird an' sympathetic-like, we trolls are taken in by beasts-- [as if on cue, there's a rather large white seahorse peeking into view. Eridan spares him a glance, before shoving his head out of view. He's really a polite child, even to the creature that raised him. But hey, maybe that explains a few things! How mannerly could a guy even be when he was raised by a giant floating seahorse?]

--anyway, it was my job to lay slaughter to a good amount a them, leawin' many a troll without their lusus, like I was some kickass royal slayer or some such. Which I was, don't need you lot thinkin' different and such. The ocean was my killin' cauldron, really...

[He lets out a near dreamy sigh recalling those good memories. But honestly, it just frustrates him more than anything.]

...kinda got off track there for a sec, the whole bloody point a this is to say I'm pretty fuckin' restless as a late, an' sponge numbingly bored. I'm more used to hawin' far more... [violent] things to do.

So, I figured to myself, that I'd ask you lot if you knew a any places where there may be a influx a beasts. I think my intentions are obwious, but I mean, if I don't do somethin' and soon I may be liable to kill someone outta boredom.

[A PAUSE FOR DRAMATIC EFFECT...]

An exaggeration, a course.

HOWEWER, I suppose I could shed some consideration an' ask if you pink skinned beasts got some sorta taboo concernin' the harm a random beasts, but surely you ain't that sensitiwe of a species... right?

[See, He can totally be all sorts of considerate, nothing but consideration here! He's even aiming his pent up violent frustrations at animals and not people!! Such consideration. He's like a dog that's been in its kennel all day with no way to burn off that violent energy, so he's... trying, at least?]

Or, if any a you got any better ideas, I guess I'm willin' to listen to it. But it better not be something's stupid like "hawe you tried not bein' wiolent?" 'Cos fuck that noise.

fearlessherosheart

[Tazendra is looking uncharacteristicly pensive, given her normal appearance of either being joyfully enjoying her life, annoyed at something, or concentrating on her new books. People who haven't met her might not notice it, of course.]

Do you know, this is the second time I have been present at the death of an Emperor. There were certain unexpected similarities, all the more surprising because this Empire lacks an Orb, but has a Turtle, and this Emperor was... well, not an Easterner, but I do not what else to call her.

It occurs to me that I do not know the slightest thing about the places outside my home Empire, or this turtle. Perhaps such events are normal when a ruler is killed.

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.

Tu Shanshu

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