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[the usual forest of books that graces qilby's workplace seems to have dwindled since the last time he showed his face on the network -- seems like some comments about him practically keeping shibusen's library all to himself have actually got to him.

or... maybe it's that sheaf of notes that looks suspiciously like a dozen or so overdue notices. perhaps due dates really do apply to kings! in any case, despite everything, he appears livelier than he's been recently -- with the sort of energy that suggests he's been doing that thinking thing he does so well again.]


I'm almost embarrassed to admit I'd never thought about it before now, but… We're not the only ones affected by Madness, are we? Us sentient beings, I mean. I thought that our failure would mean the crumbling of cities, the end of reasoned civilization-- but the last mission made it clear that the world, and all its flora and fauna are on the line as well. [unless giant, mutated creatures and bloated mushrooms are the norm on this world. which he hopes they aren't.] I fear the longer the war goes on, the less of a world there'll be left to reclaim.

If anyone should be qualified to help, I believe I'll turn some of my attentions to finding a way to reverse the corruption inflicted on affected plant life. But, considering our short-handedness vis-à-vis doctors for people, I can't be disappointed should no one be interested.

[he's seen the recruiting attempts, kurapika. it's enough to make you lose your faith in peoples' capacity to help, eh?

a pause; his ever-present smile falters somewhat, and he clears his throat and looks at a point just to the side of the 'camera.']
And… I have one more entirely unrelated concern. If anyone knows of a kind of shampoo I can purchase that won't make the young man at the store laugh at me, I'd sure love it if they shared their wisdom.

[filtered to ed elric]
paging that short kid with the funny arm )
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[Video reveals an older man who slowly puts the camera up to regard the light. He's muscled but his clothes don't quite fit him right, like he lost too much weight in a short period of time. His arms are covered in bandages, and his features are pinker than they should be. That would be the new skin that he's been forced to grow all over again from his considerable burns. However, there is the faint shadow of stubble on his chin and head.

Unlike his previous post long ago, he's not in the hospital. He's in a regular apartment and seated as comfortably as he can get on the couch.]


Greetings guests and citizens of Death City. I wanted to thank those of you who took the time and care for my injuries when I arrived here a few weeks ago. As you can see, your efforts had restored me to a functioning human being. [A shadow crosses his expression at that last sentence, but he manages a small smile.]

As I missed the introductions that many received here, I find myself in a difficult position of inactivity. I haven't been able to make it to the classes advertised unfortunately. However, I'm curious if anyone can answer a few questions for me?

[He shifts where he's sitting to look at a piece of paper where he had obviously written questions.]

When and where would it be convenient for someone to tell me if my soul fit as a meister or weapon? If I happen to be a meister, I have heard they each come with an ability. [He glances up, a short hungry expression passing across his features.] And if I'm a weapon, what is the easiest way to transform to ascertain the form that I take? Do weapons also come with similar abilities as meisters and if so, how does one access them?

[Now that he has asked his questions, he bows his head a little before reaching to turn off the feed.]
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[The screen blinks to life and Ramza's face is on the other side; if the soft clicks are any indication, he's switching through the settings on his communicator to re-familiarize himself with the controls, apparently absentmindedly initiating a broadcast in the process. After a moment's consideration, the video cuts out. Sound will do for now.]

Hello. I am...

[...On second thought, he switches it back to video mode. He sincerely doubted anyone here knew who he was. Or that it would even matter here. Regardless, he no longer had much cause to hide his face.]

...My name is Ramza Beoulve. I had arrived ten days ago, but-- [He hesitates for a moment, pondering how best to skirt the details.] --making oneself scarce all too soon becomes a force of habit. Nonetheless, it would be of no aid to me in finding a meister.

[Another moment of consideration. The view shakes as he taps the mirror against his hand in thought; speaking to a crowd was quite different when you couldn't see them looking back. In the absence of feedback, he rambles on.]

I'm... afraid I don't precisely know the nature of my weapon form. It takes the shape of a pole-arm affixed with a battle standard, but if there's any use beyond as a weapon or banner I've yet to discover it. It was at the least enough to defeat a kishin egg back in the grottoes beneath the city.

[He pauses for a quiet laugh.]

It's strange enough to say such things aloud...though I must confess that it's no small relief to see some good come of our efforts.

[Ramza's contemplation soon turns to idleness as he looks back at the mirror, as if awaiting a response. Remembering the device's functions, he stops the transmission.]
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Good morning, Death City! Somewhere out there, I know that there's a special lady who combines these attributes in one flawless package.

1. Good in bed
2. Great in bed
3. Spectacular in bed
4. Searching for all of the above in a sexy love torpedo named Barney Stinson!

Ladies, especially Weapon ladies, send in your replies before they start pouring in too fast for me to keep track of.

Dudes. Dudes. Cock block at your own risk. Because I will make fun of you if you post here. It will be ruthless, cruel, dirty low-down mockery. You've been warned, gentlemen.
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I’m going to spare you from the usual boring introduction or indignation for being taken from my world, or whatever you crazy kids do these days. It'd be great if you could spare me too. [Matt is cranky. He hasn’t had a smoke since he arrived]

Instead, I want to ask where can I get smokes for free? It seems I left my pack in my other pocket along with my whole life, like my PSP. Might as well ask, does this world know what a PSP is? [probably it’s called DeathStation Portable]

And I guess I need a new shirt too. [because his shirt is currently covered in blood and bullet holes. And speaking of it, some people saw him covered in blood during the tour] Sorry if I freaked out some of you, by the way. You did catch me in a bad time, though. I was a bit busy.



[ PRIVATE TO MELLO || AUDIO ]

Mello. [okay, smooth, Matt.] I just arrived and some troll kid named Karkat showed me your recent post. Nice puppy--

anyway. I guess I'm pretty popular around these parts, but I don't remember a thing, so I will need briefing on that. I'm at the Creeping Crypt, 19th floor, unit E. [and that's all. He has too many questions, but he will ask them when he meets Mello]

Also, I really REALLY need some cigarettes. It's life and death, okay?


//EDITED after this//

Oh look, L found me first. We both learned something out of this. You can't handle your drink.

See you soon. Don't forget the smokes.
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Good evening, Death City. I trust you've been well.

I am a Single White Male seeking a Sexy Weapon Female, in case the abbreviations weren't clear. I'm a Meister, obviously, and apparently my ability is Soul Dazzle.

What else could it have been, right?

Contact me if you'd like to knock resonances... or anything else.
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Welcome back to Barney's legendary blog. I know that my devoted readers have been just dying to see how I've fared over the last 24 hours, and I'll be glad to fill everybody in. Especially the ladies... high five!

1. My Suit

Yesterday while the sandstorm was being lame and I had nothing better to do, I did a favor for a lover of spandex and wrote a touching story. My mysterious and likely extremely hot benefactor came through for me in a major way, donating money for a suit. It took all morning in fittings and price-negotiating, but I finally have my suit! Suits are like Doritos or women, though... you can't have just one. Basic black is necessary, but so is pinstripe, two shades of grey, navy blue, and then doubles just in case something, heaven forbid, happens to one of your well-fitting friends. And then the fun suits, like white or diamond-encrusted, and so on and so forth. Obviously, to fund these suits, I need more money. Which means I need a job. No problem, I'm used to having a job and I'm actually happier living a luxurious lifestyle. Which brings me to...

2. My Crappy "Apartment"

Seriously, Death City? Seriously? This is no kind of bachelor pad. Casualty Communal is a cute name, and all, but you might as well call it "Casual, Sweatpants Broke-Ass Community Living Center for Sad Losers." I can't continue living here. I can't take a woman back to this place. But the computer came in handy. So I spent this afternoon making and editing a video resume with the camera on my communicator, some awesome stock footage, and my apartment's computer, which brings me to...

3. My Legend...wait for it...dary! My LEGENDARY Video Resume!

Potential employers of Death City. I want you all to pay close attention to your next star employee. He possesses the qualities of a leader, the mindset of a team player, and sickening amounts honesty, integrity, and perseverance!

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Why hello, everyone. Now that I’ve come to the realization that I have not, in fact, been kidnapped by the Chinese, I think it’s time for a proper introduction.

I am Barney Stinson. Some have called me great. Others? Mighty. Noble. Dignified. Virile. Humble, because I will so willingly drop to my knees in the presence of true physical perfection.

Speaking of which... upon arriving, I haven’t turned a blind eye to how many perfect female forms exist in Life City! I’m calling it Life City because I’m here now, because I am the life of the party, and nothing kills a boner like a pile of actual bones. Not to mention all this sand. That stuff chafes, if you know what I mean.

That being said.... ladies. If you do happen to be mourning or missing someone, let’s meet at the Bitch’s Brew tonight at 8:00. I’ll listen to anything that might come out of your mouth... and maybe later on, I’ll put something of my own in it. High five!

In the meantime, can some sophisticated bro tell me where I can get a rush-job on a tailored, high-quality suit? That is priority numero uno. Because I arrived dressed as a very awesome robot, but I'm not wearing that to the bar tonight unless someone can guarantee that a hot tinfoil fetishist is going to be there.

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Jan. 31st, 2012 12:21 pm
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Seems it's still needed. Don't mind us.

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