aquanimity: (Solemn)
[personal profile] aquanimity
[The screen flips on to show both Aqua and Xion. Aqua looks concerned and a bit grim about something, and is the first to speak.]

The Chihuelans have left Keeliai, haven’t they? We’ve been outside the city for the last few weeks - what happened?

[WHAT DID YOU GUYS BREAK GOD WE CAN’T TAKE LEAVE YOU ANYWHERE. It’s here that Xion, after a moment’s hesitation, pipes up.]

While we were out there, we ran into a patrol.. or I guess they ran into us. They seemed… really upset about something.

[Given the awkward pauses, it’s clear there’s probably a lot she’s not saying. Though with these two, chances are things likely didn’t end in violence or anything like that? One would hope at least.

Aqua speaks up again after this.]


They didn’t tell us what had happened. [And likewise, the two of them hadn’t pressed.] If someone - anyone - could fill us in on what happened while we were gone, please tell us.

[Perhaps it hadn’t been the best of ideas to leave while the Chihuelans were still present after all.

OOC note: both Aqua and Xion will respond to replies - if you want a specific KH lady in particular just note in the subject!]
ironwood: (MISC / continent)
[personal profile] ironwood
[ Shortly before midday, the console network experiences a series of shorts and blips, resulting in static and about five minutes of complete downtime where the network appears to be entirely offline. When it resumes, it is with a new console message that's showing a tall, stern-featured woman wearing what appears to be a military dress uniform. She stares straight ahead at the screen, and her words come out crisp and confident. She looks more or less human, although her features seem just a shade too sharp. ]

"Greetings, citizens of Tu Vishan. My name is Grand Justicar Chosheni, of the Estellin Order of Vesquesam, capital of Chihuelo. Consider this an official notice of forthcoming action. As your city-state has been previously informed, my unit will be attaining shellfall no later than the 4th of next month. Our purpose is to capture Celaunn, of the Estellin Order, Atamsichar division. It is our understanding that you have not been able to do so yourselves. She will be returned to Atamsichar for trial.

It is also our understanding that there remain additional Chihuelans within Tu Vishan's borders. You will make it widely known that if they present themselves without resistance upon our arrival, they will be taken into custody and likewise returned to Atamsichar for trial. You will also make it widely known that any who do not comply with this order, as issued by myself in capacity as Grand Justicar, are subject to immediate execution when they are located -- and they will be located. Information regarding their whereabouts can be relayed to either myself, or my second in command, Eakoven of the Khiggorin Order, also of the Atamsichar division.

We expect the full cooperation of the kedanese people, as well as those designating themselves 'Foreigners'. Consider yourselves duly informed that any attempt to obstruct our unit from completing our mission -- whether by the willful omission of relevant information or by purposely helping these fugitives -- will be considered a treasonous act against the Chihuelan Empire.

That is all."

[ And just like that, the transmission ends. Those who wish to investigate it will find that it has been uploaded like a file to the console network -- more appropriately, like a virus -- but that no additional traces remain. ]

---

OOC: There will be no further replies from the source, as it was a contained file and not an open line, but characters are welcome to talk amongst each other on this post.
coattailsofdoom: (srs buiznez)
[personal profile] coattailsofdoom
[On the consoles an image of a very unhappy young man appears.]

 
I don't know who is responsible for this, but I tire of these interruptions. Whatever sick and twisted game you're trying to play, it's not going to work on me!
 
 
I demand to know what's really going on. And spare me with any more talk of giant turtles and soul magic, I'm done with these lies. I want to know who is in charge here and what you want. I have a tournament to get back to and a duel to win! So I suggest you cut the crap right now and show yourself!
 
[Someone obviously didn't take his introductory explanation too well.]
ironrule: (Default)
[personal profile] ironrule
[The Foreigners have been privy to Snake announcements over the consoles before. The difference here is that those announcements have always been made by Meisheng, and have always been broadcast to the entire populace of Keeliai - kedan included. This particular announcement is also a public broadcast, but it's directed towards the Foreigners.

And when the announcement starts, viewers will be treated to Tu Yunxu himself, looking very grave.]


Good afternoon. One of my patrols found Jintou by the edge of Water Sector last night, just inside the city walls. He's alive.

[Always start with the good news, especially during a show of good faith. With any luck, not every Foreigner will believe Yunxu had anything to do with this.]

I must warn you, however - he is not himself. There is very little I or the hospital can do. Should anyone wish to take custody of him, please see Meisheng at her usual post in Central Sector.

[And the feed cuts off.]

[OOC: Characters are free to respond to this network post directly, although there's no guarantee Yunxu will indulge anyone for very long. Alternatively, action threads can be played out here as well if your character chooses to go to Meisheng about this. Please contact me either through [plurk.com profile] Amaraq or by PMing this account if you have any questions!]
risingwinds: (scritch scritch scritch)
[personal profile] risingwinds
[By now, Ven's used to worldhopping, and after his last experience with the Star Shard, it's hardly a surprise to have crash landed in a brand new world. The sheer size of his new surroundings took him off guard, but it's kinda exciting to wind up somewhere so huge, so bustling, and so different.

Fortunately, he's adaptable, and he's picked up the basics of the console after that little crash course. Still, when the feed clicks on, he leans in for a moment, making sure the machine's recording. A few seconds later, he steps back and greets viewers with a bright smile and a wave.]


Whew! Okay, I think I got it working now, so if anyone's watching, I'm Ventus! But you can call me Ven.

[He chuckles. That came off a bit sillier than he intended. Ah well.]

This technology's something else! I mean, I've seen some pretty cool things in Deep Space, but it was all stuff like laser guns, low gravity chambers, escape pods... Nothing that'd let you talk to other people like this.

[At least, not that he knows of. Then again, he was kinda busy at the time.

But now he's getting carried away, so he sheepishly rubs his neck.]


Er, anyway, I've got an idea of what's going on now, and I wanna do whatever I can to help! But first, I've just got a quick question... Has anyone heard of the Unversed?
ruinsprofessor: (stare)
[personal profile] ruinsprofessor
[Raine looks a little drawn, but otherwise her face implies her usual cool distance.]

For anyone familiar with my brother, Genis:

He’s returned to our world.

If he left any obligations of which I’m unaware, I’ll do what I can to fulfill them.

[That's it. Despite the fact this must pain her, she's holding whatever emotions there are close to her chest. There's a beat, in which it looks like she might be about to say something more, but then she closes the feed.]
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9143589)
[personal profile] edgeoftheknife
[Hello folks, it's your friendly neighborhood gorgeous janitor. Except he's not looking so friendly, today. In fact, he's looking more serious than most people have probably ever seen him, here in Keeliai. When he speaks it's with a gravity that his words normally lack.]

Anton Shudder is no longer in charge of the Midnight Hotel.

I'm taking over.

[There's a pause, while he lets that sink in.]

Since Shudder has proven himself incapable of the running of the Hotel--or indeed, simple things like standing and walking, I find myself forced to keep him confined to a comfortable chair in front of the fire. With tea. And yarn.

He knits, did you know he knits?

[It should be noted that while the tone of the video has become decidedly less serious, Ravel's face has not.]

At any rate, I'll be taking over the day-to-day operations of the Hotel for the time being. Matters such as employment and pay will still go through Anton, obviously. Day-to-day functions should come to me, instead. Any present staff are encouraged to pitch in as you're able--God only knows you don't want me doing the cooking. Not unless the lot of you fancy grilled cheese or cold cereal.

[He pauses]

Was that it? Yes, I think that was it. Er. Carry on.
gistful: (alone i walk the winding way)
[personal profile] gistful
[Anton’s voice is tense and breathless. This is the bad kind of breathless. Not the ‘been running too long’ breathless, not even a raspy sort of breathless, but nevertheless a measured ‘can’t get enough air’ sort of breathless. It makes his words clipped and strained, with a pause between each sentence for a proper inhale followed by a proper exhale.]

Jintou’s been taken. Alley behind the Lane of Fuchsia Dyes. Earth Sector. Bring a syringe. Need blood taken.

[ooc: This thread is open to everyone! Erskine and Skulduggery will be tagging in first for a short round before Anton sends them off to find Jintou and get them out of the way. Anyone is welcome to collaborate in this post or go ahead and search on their own, and use that log to thread things out. Otherwise, the real plot-development material is available for those who stay with Anton and get a blood sample to analyse.]
irishthor: (spooked)
[personal profile] irishthor
I think it's going to rain, tomorrow. And not the comfortable kind of rain. It's still too bloody warm around.
croissaunt: (stress eating)
[personal profile] croissaunt
[Have a nice, middle-aged woman with short brown hair waving at the camera. Cass is smiling brightly. Hello! I'm Cass Rudolph, Tadashi and Hiro Hamadas' Aunt!

[She clasps tougher her hands briefly!] I hope they haven't been too much trouble!

.... Speaking of which! I have a quick public service announcement!

[Cass unclasps her hands and instead puts them on the console, leaning in as her smile turns into a frown, her brows furrowing.]

Hi-ro Ha-ma-da. Where. Is. My. Rice. Cook-er?
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9122090)
[personal profile] edgeoftheknife
Look, ah.

There's something I've been meaning to tell you, for... well, probably close to two hundred years, now. It's been on my mind a lot lately, and I think I need to just come clean about it.

So, here goes.

Anton?

You snore. A lot.
edgeoftheknife: (pic#9122180)
[personal profile] edgeoftheknife
[The man in the video is gorgeous. True, there are dark circles under his eyes as if he hasn't slept well in weeks, but it kind of gives him that "I just stepped off a movie set and wow am I tired from being beautiful all day" look. If you've been around the Midnight Hotel at all over the past couple of weeks you've probably seen him there, shadowing after Anton Shudder like a lost puppy--which is pretty nearly the expression on his face most times as well. He looks lost.

He looks like he's forgotten what he came on here to say, as a matter of fact.

After a few more seconds he perks up, looking up at the camera instead of off to the side as he had been. When he speaks it's with an Irish accent.]


Right, hello. Ah, sorry about that. I seem to have misplaced my... brain, today. Anyway, I've met a few of you already, but for those I haven't, my name is Erskine Ravel. I also answer to "Grand Mage" or possibly "hey you."

[He gives a little two-fingered salute and a slight smile.]

I was hoping...

[He goes quiet, frowning.]

What was I hoping, again? I.... Mm, nope, it's gone. Ah well, if it was important it'll come 'round again. At any rate, I hope everyone's having a lovely day. Pay someone a compliment and don't forget to tip your waitress.

[The video abruptly stops.]


((ooc: possible spoilers, please mark comments as needed!))
merb: (✈ until something better comes along)
[personal profile] merb
So when the information on this place said that people you know could appear... and then disappear... without warning? There could have been a subsection about it only lasting two weeks.

[ A silence, just a shade longer than a subject change would have necessitated. ]

What kinds of metals are commonly used in your worlds? I'm having some trouble finding comparable materials.
needmetoo: (pic#8824381)
[personal profile] needmetoo
[It might be starting to get a little warm for winter clothes, but with a torn coat and the clothes underneath being a bit too light, Xion doesn't really have anything else in her wardrobe at the moment. All the same, after walking around Agrabah in black leather, the slightly overwarm feeling from her clothes barely registered.

Plus it covered up the bandaging on her upper arm. The only real evidence of her ordeal ten days ago was a certain degree of tiredness in her expression. She's bearing up reasonably well though, and smiles a bit sheepishly at the feed.]


Hey um... I'm Xion. And I wanted to let everybody who heard that... [Who heard Yosuke's very panicked radio broadcast.] Well, that I'm okay. I'm really sorry if anybody was worried.

[Because really, they didn't need to be worrying about her. Really. Please don't.]

Also, it may seem kind of strange but... back home, sometimes different flowers could mean things. I guess... do are there flowers here with other meanings too? And how would I find them out?

With bonus action option around the Midnight Hotel )
forgediron: (zanru } proud)
[personal profile] forgediron
[Zanru looks irritable. This is nothing new. She also looks tired, and that makes the irritability worse. Whoever has been going around the city is focussing enough on Metal Sector that they've lost a bit of revenue and held up a few projects owing to, oh, vital components being filched.]

Right, listen up. Someone's been haunting the city, stealing things and leaving people bloodied. There's been rumours spreading, so let's clear some of it up.

Fact A: Yes, I know the perpetrator can use something that looks a lot like shadows. No, that does not mean the Old Nightmare is back. Think big, people. He wasn't so small-minded as this.

Fact A-dot-1: No, it isn't that Foreigner bloke who throws shadows about either. He's laid up and can't be in two places at once.

Fact B: The perpetrator can probably shapeshift and is probably not made of metal. Stop blaming the Foreigners for every petty thing, it makes us look bad. No matter how idiotic they can be.

Now, I don't care if people moonlight as a damned roof-hopper. What I do care about is knowing whether this person is involved in the crimes, stopping them, or just generally trying to build up some kind of morale game. Whatever the case, it's stupid and it's pissing me off.

The only competent investigators we've got left are Foreigners, so this is over to you: Get me the idiot who's playing up. I'm available on this broadcast for the next hour for questions and contracts. Anything after that I'll pick up as I've got time.


[ooc: Related to this plot here, but will not progress at any point beyond what Callaghan's mun stipulates. This is not an NPC plot, just NPCs reacting to things that happen.]
akito: akito / gazelle (pic#7586973)
[personal profile] akito
hotel action ♫ )

...I think someone might have blackmailed some kedan to steal my soul gem from me. I scared them off so they didn't actually take it, but... Be careful when you go out, and try not to travel alone.

[ he sounds more confused than bothered by this. but with that aside- ]

Um, if there are any people competent in first aid in the Midnight Hotel... Ah... If they could please come to the lobby it would be appreciated!

[ he'll clean up all the blood afterwards, Anton! he promises! ): ]
anewangle: (aha... this is really awkward)
[personal profile] anewangle
[The young man on screen looks to be in his early twenties, with dark hair poking out from underneath an old baseball cap. He's got kind of a nerd chic thing going. Or maybe an "I'm-a-college-kid-and-I-think-"formal"-means-putting-a-blazer-on-over-my-normal-clothes" thing. Either way, he doesn't stay silent for long. He got the whole newbie spiel already, from the welcome center and from a certain familiar face. City on the back of a giant turtle, less-than-friendly locals, weird soul jewelry... it's all pretty hard to swallow, but since his brain has so far refused to wake up and prove that this is all some sort of bizarre dream, he might as well give the consoles a try. Gauge the current level of tech around here, and maybe inquire after some pretty important information that the welcoming committee couldn't help him with.]

Uh... hi! My name is Tadashi Hamada, and I arrived pretty recently. That's probably pretty obvious, though...

[Focus, Tadashi. Stay on track. He smiles awkwardly, reaching up to tug briefly at the brim of his hat before forcing that hand back down and straightening up in his seat a little.]

I was actually wondering if there's anyone else here from San Fransokyo? You see, I'm looking for my brother. His name is Hiro. He's fourteen years old, about five feet tall, messy black hair? Usually wearing shorts and a hoodie? He was with me before, but I haven't seen him at all since I woke up here and I was wondering- [Wondering if something happened to him. Wondering if maybe his baby brother didn't make the jump between worlds with him. Worrying what that could mean and if this is all actually for real and time really does stop in his world...] Well, if anyone spots a kid that matches that description, I'd really appreciate it if you'd let me know.

[Have another smile, friends, thought a bit less awkward than before.] I guess that's all for now.
needmetoo: (going down)
[personal profile] needmetoo
[Xion finds it easier to go with voice for this; it affords her a certain sense of anonymity, but doesn't give her the same opportunity to censor and second-guess herself that text has proven to allow, when she's tried to use it thus far. It's still not easy to talk about. Maybe that's why she does this when she does. Part of it is because these thoughts are keeping her up of course, whirling around her head until sleep seems impossible. On the other, it means maybe people are less likely to see this. Maybe.]

Is... there anybody you really, really miss?

[There's a moment, and then she laughs a little to herself, though there's no humor in it.]

I guess... that's almost a silly question, huh?

[Deep breath, in and out. Anybody can probably hear the sigh whuffling across the feed.]

Back home, I had my friends. But then I... left. A lot of stuff had happened, and I just needed to think for a while. But... I hadn't meant to stay away, not forever. I was going to go back... but now I don't know if I'll ever see them again. That's what everybody keeps saying, right? That there's no way to go home.

How do we know if they're okay? People we've... left behind? And... Even if they are okay, even if... if they don't notice we're gone...

[She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate her thoughts on the matter. Whatever else though, it's something uncomfortable she doesn't really care to contemplate. And yet it's hard not to.]

I guess I'm just... [worried] Never mind.
stonebird: (❅ a newer sevres pleases)
[personal profile] stonebird
(Encrypted to Valdis)

May I speak with you privately about a certain matter...? (Her voice is prim, proper and to the point. She is hiding her hope in case she is destined for disappointment.)

(/)

What stories are common in your world? Were you raised with tales of adventure? Romance? Or tales meant for teaching?

(Books were an important part of her life at Winterfell - and she passed much of her time in King's Landing and the Eyrie with them as well. When Joffrey and Sweetrobin weren't bothering her, that is.)

Do you believe them true? I used to believe heroes existed and that all evil was punished. (Her tone is heavy with satire, though it is directed at herself.) Children are foolish.
akito: akito / gazelle (| → neth™ || do not take)
[personal profile] akito
[ age isn't something Akito has ever thought too much about. probably because laws had never quite applied to him, nor had he attended school - both things where age was an important factor. he used to have birthdays when he was very young, but the routine didn't last very long and so, aside from keeping track of how many birthdays he's lived through, Akito doesn't pay much attention to them. they were never a big deal, and seemed so unimportant...

but now, in Keeliai, he's grown used to people giving him strange looks. since spending more time with Ayin, and occasionally Meisheng, he's learned that while he can blend in with the kedan he would still receive looks, and soon enough Akito realized it was because of his stature and apparent age. where back home nobody gave a second glance to a diminutive kid who could take down mobs of armed men with only his legs and some hooks on ribbon, it had caused many kedan to give him a second glance.

normally he still wouldn't think too much about his age. but normally didn't include falling asleep and waking up a year later in a body that decided to start puberty without him. sure, it hadn't been much of a noticeable change, but it was enough to make his body feel like a stranger's and Akito more aware of the fact that he was growing up when he had been so sure that he wouldn't get to experience that particular aspect of life.

so, being confronted with ganglier limbs and a voice that still cracks and is of a lower pitch than he's used to (but has grown kind of fond of), and the fact that he's getting older... well. now Akito wonders, with his birthday approaching, just how old he actually is. ]




Hello! Um... It's been a long time, ne? I haven't checked on the network in forever...

Anyway, I'm Akito! I run Gazelle Delivery. I mostly just do deliveries for The Snakes and the Metalworkers, but I'll do a delivery for anyone who asks!

But, ah... I also have a question! How would... How would you measure your age? In chronological years that you've existed, or in the years of experience you've had? I guess... Physical age compared to mental age? How many years your memory believes you lived as opposed to how many years your body has lived?

Thank-you!