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| [Some clattering is heard, along with some groaning. There's a little bit of shuffling before a tired voice is finally heard.]
What on earth is that noise?
[As more shuffling is heard there is the distinct sound of scratching and scraping at the walls. There's also small sounds of squeaking. Does the young detective's apartment have wood floors?
Grumbling is heard distantly.]
I really hope that someone's not trying to break into my apartment... They should know I have a gun and-
[The distant sound of a light switch clicking on is heard.]
What... is...
[GOOOOOOOOOD MORNING VATHEON! Your wake up call is a blood curdling scream before the audio shuts off after the sound of a thud, some skittering and a soft squeak.]
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| ( someone seems a little more thoughtful than usual... he looks down at the sfc in his hand for a few moments before lowering it, knowing that it's recording... he's standing near the coral, in the meantime -- )
People just come and go at the drop of a hat, don't they. Both the stupid ones and comrades alike, it doesn't matter. And it's not like they have any say in it either, it's like we're all just waiting for our damn turns to take a stab at the odds of leaving.
( his grip tightens around the communicator, which you can actually hear... )
So, tell me. How many of you have had your comrades come and go, then come and go again? Personally I'm getting pretty sick of it. What's the point in showing up again if you're just going to leave. Just leave them where they are so we don't have to deal with it in the first place, I say. | |
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| For those of you who knew her, Cheria Barnes has returned home. Pascal and I are the only ones left from our world now...
[There's a good, lengthy pause as Hubert debates on saying more, but whatever he's thinking just happens to be a pile of negative things and upset-driven notions that he feels like he shouldn't bother sharing.]
If anyone has a burning need to bother me I'll be at work at my usual post.
[And that's the end of the broadcast, but true to his word he can be found in the amusement park, if anyone actually does go looking for him.] | |
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| Uh...
[Rinoa pans the camera on her. Instead of her usual get up, she's wearing an interesting white cloak with red diamonds on it. In hand she has a staff, and a bag full of potions on hand. If one looks behind her, they might see the new quest board at the plaza.]
Suddenly my magic's been limited to healing spells, and I got all this stuff. Kinda looks like the potions from back home. Anyone know what's going on?
((ooc: with some explanation, Rinoa would be willing to do the quests. also, yes, the robe she's wearing is a traditional white mage robe from the Final Fantasy series.)) | |
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| [Roland has had to take in a lot of rather crazy scenarios in his lifetime (or at least the latter part of it) which may be why this is easier to take in than it should have been. Then again, what else can he do aside from going with it?
He's only been watching the network for a short while - long enough to be unsure of its contents, and long enough to know that he should probably make an introduction for himself before he wandered around too much longer.
The man stands in the center of town, leaning his back against the coral as he finds the switch for the video.]
Should I make a formal introduction, or will a simple greeting suffice?
You all seem to be busy with your own problems, so I hate to interrupt. | |
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| (( OOC: Major DDS2 spoilers. For a tl;dr version of the dream, just watch this; and let me know of course if you're interacting with her in the dream or afterwards. :> ))( So, you like electricity, Indrajit? )[When Argilla awakens, there is an incredible stiffness in her body like she's never felt before. She isn't transformed, like she had been just moments ago; she can tell. Her eyes don't even want to open at this point, but she forces them anyway as she slowly tries to glance around her room. Her very own room, at the Embryon base . . . how did she get here?
She spots her SFC on the ground. It had apparently fallen off, the collision pressing one of its new buttons; and without realizing it had been recording in the first place, she clicks it off and sighs.
What in the world . . . ?] | |
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| [Rinoa loves sleeping. She loves naps and blankets and everything wonderful that comes with them. But a two week nap is... a little much.
When the SFC is kicked on, it shows one drowsy looking Rinoa, tiredly rubbing her eyes. She knows she's been asleep for awhile, longer than normal.]
Um, hi guys. How long was I out?
[A tired, unintelligible murmur and a yawn, then she adds:]
Sorry if I worried anyone. Anyone want to catch me up on what I've missed?
((ooc: I'm back from my hiatus! Zack's awakening post will go up tomorrow~)) | |
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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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| [Hey Vatheon, instead of a view of Sola's face, the first thing that pops up is a massive pair of antlers, adorned with leaves from the park's trees, a piece of paper pierced through one prong, several short lengths of tangled cord wrapped around here and there, a small lantern, and a bat (by the name of Johnny Rayflo of course) who turns on one foot and yawns as he lazily hangs from the horns.
It takes a minute, but Sola finally steps back so he can be seen along with his impressive headgrowth.]This curse is stupid. | |
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| ( the feed seems to turn on as the sfc falls to the floor, bouncing off again before finally resting flat. there's an akward view from below of a redhead, who seems to be lifting a local up off the ground from his collar. but... there's something different about heat this time. quite different, actually... in place of his firey hair -- red-tipped spines can now be found. in fact, those spikes seem to be sprouting not just from his head, but also what you can see of his back, down to this thighs. he has been porcupine'd...
but that's the least of his problems right now. in fact, you have to wonder if he's even actually noticed yet... )
Where?! Where is she!
( and the damn local wasn't being of any help at all! -- which is why he's getting tossed aside as heat stomps forward towards the next person that comes into sight -- )
Hey! You! | |
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