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[Guess who's back, Vatheon! One angel-like looking Gear can be seen on the feed. She smiles a little, but a bit of worry can also be seen on her face.]
My name is Dizzy and I arrived here... or actually I came back about an hour ago.
[She makes an even more worried look now.]
Does... does anyone still remember me? It's been a while... I think. And Ky... has anyone seen Ky? Um, he has blond hair and is dressed in white and blue.
Please, let me know if you've seen him.
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| [She's read and reread the brochure. She stopped by the gathering long enough to get what she needed and ran. This prison is a sick joke to her. Elektra knows better than to let anyone catch onto the fact she's rattled by the thought of being trapped underwater away from her father and home. Her voice is even as she addresses whoever is on the other end. She can only hope she's doing it right.]
The pamphlet's good. Detailed. [A beat.] It's missing a good coffee spot. Suggestions? When I find a decent cup of coffee, I'd like to hear about your experiences. Have you ever been to another world before? No, this place doesn't count.
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| Considering the natives' already weak grasp of the concept of property, I don't see why anyone should be surprised one of them went rooting through your crap. It's your own fault for not keeping better tabs on it.
[Like it wouldn't be easy to steal from Laharl while he was asleep.]
You know what bugs me about this place? The lack of corpses.
I've heard when we die here, we don't stay dead, but don't the locals at least kick it long enough to warrant some kind of funeral? Do they all get cremated? Or no, don't tell me, burial at sea is the way they go here. What a pain. |
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| [When the camera switches on, it shows not one, but two people - Serph and Ky. YOU MIGHT HAVE SEEN THEM AROUND BEFORE. Serph’s the same as always, calm and expressionless as he speaks :| ]
This is Serph, leader of the Defense Force. Due to Vatheon’s nature--
[You know, putting people to sleep and returning people to their home worlds. Because the latter’s what happened to all the other leaders of the Defense Force.]
-- it’s unwise to have just one leader. From now on, Ky is also a leader of the Defense Force.
[Ky’s comfortable as a leader. He has, after all, spent most of his adult life and some of his childhood (depending on when various people’s definition of childhood starts) being one. He smiles, earnest and charismatic.]
I hope that I’ll be able to serve well in this capacity. If anyone has any concerns, or general suggestions for improvement, please come to myself or Serph. And if anyone would like to join and hasn’t yet, we’d be happy to have you join the team.
The Defense Force works to protect Vatheon from threats and serves the populace here. Everyone has the capacity to do something to help, if you want.
[Since Ky’s said everything that needs to be said, Serph nods and ends the feed.] |
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| [Good day bubble, today on your SFC you will see one templar at coming in and out of one dressing room of two which is situated in one of the many clothing shops in the plaza. His hand has hit his own SFC on without much though, which is why what else can be seen is a mirror and small table between the dressing rooms as well. He also seems to be posing in front of said mirror and coming out in different clothing every time that ranges from this to this and even this. He's making comments too, some examples are "Oh this won't do." and "Ugh! This is awful!" for specifics. His hair that's usually tied up is not for the day either and his ears are sporting a pair of ruby stud earrings. Anyone can see he's having a hard time deciding what outfit to pick too, but finally decides on one as he's done changing back into his regular clothes and holding each one up.]Hmm... I think I'll go with that gray suit I chose with the red tie and these earrings aren't that terrible either. A nice birthday gift to myself I would say too. Then I can get home, pick up Ib, and we'll be on our way to dinner. [Picks up the SFC, he'll see it's already on and linefaces for a moment before continuing.] Since this obviously was on before I decided to make a call, it seems my words prior were heard. So yes, it's my birthday and I'm going out to dinner with my adopted daughter Ib. Also Ib darling, if you're listening, I hope you're getting ready by the time I'm back at the apartment. [Obviously the world needed to know these facts, right?]Anyway. I'm still not sure what the big deal with birthdays is about, but I might as well celebrate since people here seem to do that and this will be the first time in years I'm actually enjoying this day. But either way, I've done enough talking so I'll be in touch if anyone needs me. [Then he promptly turns off the feed.] |
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| [ There was a large splash as something or someone landed hard in the fountain. The water took awhile to settle and once it did a silver blonde head came up out of the water, dripping wet and with a slightly disgruntled pout on the otherwise angelic face. Barry stepped out of the fountain and shook his wet hair out of his face. One look around told him he wasn't in Rome anymore and a small brochure and SFC at his feet confirmed it.
Not wanting to look poor for the camera he dries himself off instantly, fixing his clothes and hair back the way it had been. It doesn't take him long to figure out how to work the device and he clicks it on to show his face. ]
Greetings, it seems I've arrived here rather unexpectedly.
[ Barry smiles the look absolutely angelic and innocent. ]
It seems I'll need somewhere to stay. Can someone assist me?
[ He tilts his head to one side still smiling angelically. ]
[OOC: Feel free to respond via whatever SFC media you choose, or just in person o/ ] |
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| [Hello, Vatheon, your resident not!murderer has a PSA for anyone interested.]
To anyone concerned with the re-occurrence of Riffael's actions, I would put your minds at ease with the news that he is dead and will no longer be able to terrorize anyone.
//Filtered to Bianca//
Miss Bianca, I have your answer, should you still desire it.
//Filtered to Cain//
I would see you, if I may. Anywhere you please is fine with me.
//Filtered to the defense force//
If you still feel it necessary to detain me, I will not argue nor fight your judgement.
[After sending what messages he had, the man set about looking for a towel and, hopefully, a new shirt to replace the bloody and slightly torn one he wore. It was only at left sleeve and along his back, but he was certain it would be an off-putting sight nonetheless.] |
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| So, I've been wondering... have any of you ever felt that you should remember something, but you can't no matter how much you tried?
[That's how Libertà feels. There is a part of his memory that he just can't remember. But why can't he remember? It feels like...]
Like there's a hole in your memory...
[He sighs a little.]
If only Princess was here, she would be able to help me out... Well, never mind. That's all I wanted to ask. |
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| [It's been an entire 24 hours since Sola ran out on Johnny after their fight but the sting of the argument hadn't dulled at all. The Hylian had spent the time between then and now hiding out in Link's empty tree house, alternating between crying while hugging his knees and punching the wall imagining it to have Johnny's face. Really, it's a bit over the top and melodramatic but you can't expect a boy with the emotional maturity of a first grader to be able to handle things like this well.
In the wee hours of the morning he'd cried himself to sleep.
Now it's mid-afternoon and the replica has calmed some, even if the ache he feels has not. He's still angry, still brutally angry that Johnny hasn't come for him, that he hasn't tried to prove Sola wrong in thinking the vampire doesn't love him, and it just stings more. It hurts so badly to know - not think, but know - that Johnny doesn't want him. He didn't want to be right about that...
So then why had Johnny said he did? It's the big mystery and the only solution Sola can think of is that Johnny was just playing with him, seeing how long he could string the stupid kid along until he cracked. Hell, he's probably laughing at him right now. Stupid Sola, can't even tell when someone's lying to his face...
Sola's face on the SFC is cold, his complexion dark and brooding.]
Johnny Rayflo is a liar and a jerk!
[For a moment it seems he has more to say, but he's overcome with a mix of sharp anger and solid grief. Not wanting to scream or cry at the network, instead he shuts off the feed with a violent flick of his hand.] |
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| [Her clothes clinging to her, the green-haired and green-eyed woman peers at the screen. If one takes the time to notice, the fairly minimal amount of clothing she wears looks very much like the style of the Embryon's clothing.]
I appreciate the information within the brochure. However, I do not understand. What is the purpose of recording your location for all who wish to see?
[Her body feels different. Weaker. Although it doesn't show much in her voice, this change is bothering her. It isn't even just her body. The brochure explains many things, but not the important things. What is she here for? Was this what happened to those who rose to the heavens? No, that was impossible. 'Oceans' were deep. This was more like sinking. Did death affect those who had gained the power differently to those who had not?
Apart from that, however, she seems entirely unperturbed by the soaking wet state of her body, the marking, or the fact that her hair was plastered to her left eye by the dampness.]
I will ask only once. Is the direction to this 'residency list' a trap? |
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