[Video]

[devwocean]

[He's chosen the backdrop and everything about this strategically. Behind him is the wall of the bubble, the ocean beyond visible as schools of fish and perhaps some ominous larger shapes dart past behind him.

Dualscar himself is resplendent in his full armour, emblazoned with the Aquarius symbol across his chest in Royal purple and his laser rifle slung over his shoulder, as well as his sword belted at his waist. His cloak spreads out like a fan behind his head and his gold rings gleam. Overall, he's an impressive figure of a troll.]

People of Vvatheon.

I am Orphaner Dualscar, a military leader amongst the trolls, many a wwhom livve in this city. Wwhatevver wwe may feel about havvin' been brought here, or about the city itself, wwe do for noww call this place our home, and it's a fragile bubble a life wwith nothin' but fathoms a ocean all around it.

I'm recordin' this today because I understand that this bubble may be under threat from monsters that livve in the deeps. I don't knoww wwhen another monster wwill strike, but I wwant to do my part in makin' sure wwe're ready to fight back wwhen and if the threat appears.

I'vve already been wworkin' wwith the leaders a the existing militia. Minato an I have agreed that I'll put together and organize a group wwhose specific purpose is to defend the city from attack. I'm lookin' for those wwith fightin' experience - Calvalreapers, Archeradicators, an the like. Most important wwould be those wwho can survvivve outside the bubble, either alone or wwith the assistance a equipment. From them I'll put together a Ninjaquatic strike team, to be lead directly by me.

Contact me if you're interested.

[After the video ends, a few specific people get text messages]

( Karkat )

( Eridan )

( Darkleer )

[video]

[echigo_wargod]

[ have a normal-looking Kenshin sitting properly at the living room table with a bottle of sake and a cat in his lap (who is purring rather loudly). ]

A week has since passed since I took on the persona of the legendary hero, Momotaro, thanks to the curse, and somehow I am still finding dango around the house. Moses-kun has attempted to eat several and he seems to be quite fond of them. Perhaps I shall find him some fresh ones, though that hardly remedies the issue of removing them from the household.

I do wonder how many there truly are.

034 ♋ [TEXT]

[bethehugejerk]

[FILTERED AWAY FROM YUNO GASAI]

I'M ALIVE AGAIN.
I'M SURE A NUMBER OF YOU HAVE ALREADY HEARD IN ONE FASHION OR ANOTHER, OR FIGURED IT OUT FROM THE STANDARD TIME IT TAKES A PERSON TO REVIVE AFTER DEATH
(FOR THE RECORD: FIVE DAYS)
BUT CONSIDER THIS AN OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL WHO DO NOT YET KNOW.
MAY I ALSO STATE FOR THE RECORD
*ERIDAN DID NOT KILL ME.*
SO LAY THE FUCK OFF BECAUSE HE HAD NO PART IN IT BUT FINDING ME AND REMOVING THE WEAPON.
WHILE I WILL NOT CONDONE A SENSELESS MANHUNT FOR THE CULPRIT
I WILL INFORM YOU OF HER IDENTITY AND WARN YOU TO WATCH OUT FOR HER PARTICULAR BRAND OF BATSHIT.
SHE'S A HUMAN BY THE NAME OF YUNO
LIVES ON FLOOR 2, APARTMENT 5 OF THE LARMLINE COMPLEX
AND HAS LONG PINK HAIR AND PINK EYES.
DO NOT TRUST HER EVEN WITH A COFFEE MUG.
DO NOT TRUST ANY SWEET ACT SHE PUTS ON.
IN FACT, DON'T TRUST HER IN GENERAL.
ALSO MAY YOU UNDERSTAND THAT THIS IS NOT AN INVITATION TO ASK ME DUMB QUESTIONS.
I AM NOT GOING TO DISH OUT GORY ACCOUNTS OF HOW I DIED, BECAUSE REALLY, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.
I WILL HOWEVER REQUEST AN UPDATE ON ANYTHING IMPORTANT I MISSED OVER THE PAST WEEK
BEING AS I COULD NOT KEEP AN EYE ON YOU MORONS ON ACCOUNT OF BEING A CORPSE.

[END FILTER]

( FILTERED TO THE HANDMAID )

Time for some culture, everyone

[stayb100ponyboy]

[The camera flicks on, showing a young troll sitting down, a large book open on his crossed legs. There's a stack of books behind him, and the gentle lighting and general hush all around him indicate that he's in the library.]

I found this book of human poetry, and found a beautiful poem. I had no idea you humans had it in you. This is true highblood lyricism; if I didn't know better, I would think this Samuel Taylor Coleridge fellow was a blueblood.

[He clears his throat, then begins reading from the book.]

To a Young Ass, Its Mother Being Tethered Near It, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
( Cut for some very real, very sweaty poetry )

[He carefully closes the book, his face as close to beaming as he's willing to get in public.]

Magnificent.