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[Hello, Death City. How have you been? Lili's been falling in and out of sanity, herself. Madness isn't fun, neither is being invaded by bugs and dead people, and neither is being forced into a mission because Shibusen can't secure their prisons. Still, she smiles, as obviously fake as it is.]

Well, at least we had those cameras. We would have had a big mess on our hands without them.

wiredgod

[When the video turns on the first thing you’ll notice is that Lain is wearing a scarf despite being indoors and, if her tank top can be any indication, fairly warm. There’s a bit of red peeking out on her neck over the scarf, but she clears her throat as if to drag the attention back to herself.

Her stomach churns and she swallows, squaring her shoulders and adopting a serious expression]

I... [She trails off and turns a little red, loosing her will momentarily. A beat and she takes a deep breath, starting again]

My name is Lain Iwakura, and I’m one of the Zone Leaders of Outer Residential Quarter III. [A short pause] I’m afraid I haven’t been a very good one, though... I was... I was too scared to do anything, too scared of messing up or making people angry with me. So I left everything up to my partner, Neji, and got away with doing the minimum. I know that not many people trust me, because there’s more than one of me in my head and for...other reasons. [like remembering what Evil did with all their information]

And I know that that’s partly my fault, because I haven’t done anything to gain anyone’s trust either. But...I want to fix that.

[She sits up some, adopting a more commanding pose, face determined] So that why, effectively immediately, I’m taking over the Zone Leader duties completely. Neji isn’t in a good enough condition to do these things himself--he needs time to recover. So... from now on, anything that needs to go to him will go to me first, and I’ll talk to him if it’s something I can’t handle on my own. But I intend to step up to my responsibilities and become someone you can trust and depend on.

I know it’s asking a lot, and that it will take some time, but please bear with me. I hope it’s not too late to step up like this.

...Thank you.

[She pauses and wonders if she should have filtered that, then decides it doesn't matter. If there's anything private that has to be discussed she figures they'll filter it to her first. It's not like she's letting out any actual important information, right?

Now nervous about that, she turns her communicator off. She's already taken Neji's communicator from him, so any attempts to contact Neji directly will fail.]

sugaredover

[His apartment is a mess, even after he's had a couple days to recover from the zombies and his own rampaging. Even his clothes are still ripped (moreso than usual) and flecked in zombie blood, but from the way he's lying sprawled on his couch, it looks like he could care less]

Well that was exciting - now someone needs to come clean this up for me~

[He punctuates that by kicking a chunk of plaster off the couch]

Those witches were quite impressive~

[He mumbles that like an after thought, rolling over on the couch]

I'd give them a 7 out of 10 for the creativity.

get_the_win

[The video feed clicked on, showing Domon with a very annoyed expression on his face.]

If we're supposed to help fight, why do we need a partner first? I'm sure I can handle one of those Kishin Eggs just fine on my own. The more of us that fight, the faster we can go home.

[It's pretty obvious he's never actually encountered a Kishin Egg before. But you can't blame him for trying, right?]

And if we really do need a partner why would that thing bring people here by themselves? How are we supposed to trust a stranger that much?

[He sighs. For just a split second, the anger is gone, and he just looks incredibly sad and lonely. But the irritated scowl is back in an instant, making one wonder if that other expression had really been there at all. He stares at the communicator for a moment, like there's something else he wants to say, but doesn't know how to say it. In the end he gives up though, and simply makes an annoyed grunt as he switches the device off.]

sugaredover

[text: anonymous (albeit easily un-anon'd)]
Byakuran has been returned home

[There's a pause, and the video feed flips on.]

Just kidding! Wishful thinking, I suppose!

[He giggles to himself, because he thinks he's terribly, terribly clever]

So many people disappearing, and a murderer on the loose to boot. How scary -- I knew I should have said something when I saw a man with a knife last night! Ah well, the paper said the dead man could have been a murderer, so it can't be that much of a loss - that's how you people would see it, isn't it?

want_the_world

Are you people not taught to find information for yourselves in your worlds? Every time we get a new batch, there's all the whingeing, all over again. Here are some answers to the questions people ask every damn time.

[Someone's been working on a FAQ...]

( ...in his own special style, of course; not ICly cut )

ih8spiders

[The feed comes on to show... fabric. The seam of a pants leg, the owner of this communicator holding it limply at his side. After another moment the view moves up and captures Kurapika's face at a low angle and from the right. He's staring at something, like a spot on the floor. An empty spot on the floor of his flat.]

Kuroro's gone.

[He waited the whole day to make sure that this wasn't his partner doing something stupid again before deciding that waiting any longer would be pointless. He'd wait another couple of days to eliminate all other possibilities, but he knows that this isn't one of those one-day things, not with Kuroro spirited away during the night and all of his personal belongings gone. He has a feeling that this won't be a two or a three-day thing, either.

Kurapika looks calm enough, face deliberately wiped blank, but his blond hair has been cut short recently and there's no hiding his eyes, which are now a dull, dark red, like the color of murky wine. A more spectacular display of his temper is in order, naturally, considering what he thinks this means for him in the long run, but the only thing that comes next is this bewildered, almost disconsolate mutter:]

He took the couch with him, the bastard.

quarterlynx

[ Haru makes his first network appearance in a while, in an expensive tub filled with bubbles. From the fancy decor to the well-polished floors, this is obviously a hotel room. A casual smirk slowly splays across his lips. ]

Woooo, woooo....it's the sound of the DEMISE network police, coming around to remind you newbies of the three very important rules of living here in Death City.

[ His sud-covered hand lifts toward the screen, one finger extended. ]

Rule number one~! No nudity without censors. [ He pans the feed down toward his barely covered body with just enough bubbles pooled around to conceal. ] See. This is okay because you can't really see anything.

Rule number two! You need to watch your language. There are plenty of children who can't hear the words cock, fuck, dick... [ He claps his hand over his mouth in mock innocence before continuing on: ] -- so find creative words for those things. Do you want to suck my lollipop works.

Rule number three! [ And there's a bitter, dark laugh at this. ] You're not allowed to be anything other than happy, perky, heroic or anything along those lines. Anything darker is just not allowed. So sorry for you bad guy types. Sorry for you not-so-good types. You're gonna have to change who you are to please them if you want to live peacefully in this city~! But if you can follow those three rules, you should be just fine.

[ He wears the brightest of smiles. Passive aggressive, much? ]

Oh. And for all you newbies who aren't prudes? My name's Haru. I'm a sex pro. Call me sometime and we'll discuss rates, mmmkay~? ♥

[ He blows a kiss. ]

knifedances

[He's been here for twenty-four hours before he decides to put in an appearance on the network; time enough to loosely acquaint himself with his new surroundings (at least as much as the ache from the knife-wound in his side will allow), to settle in to his accommodation and - most importantly, from his perspective - look over past network communications to gain a better idea of the kinds of people he can expect to interact with.

It's crossed his mind that perhaps he should be utilising an alias - his exploration of the DEMISE network has informed him there's at least one person here he'd rather avoid - but ultimately he decides there's little need for it. It's a big enough city for his whereabouts to remain undetected, and he's still hidden behind his use of text; better to reserve anonymity for those times when it's really needed. Besides, this is an unprecedented situation, and he's a little excited. It's not the kind of experience he ever could have predicted, and while he's here he thinks he may as well make it fun.

And so, he makes his introduction]

I suppose I'm expected to begin with questions. Why have I, of all people, been brought here to fight a war that has little to do with me, is perhaps among the most common. Ah, but that's all a little pointless, don't you think? We are, all of us, in control of our own lives and as such are the only ones who can be held accountable for what happens to us. It's a matter of responsibility and an attempt to abdicate it would be both careless and cowardly. At least, that's how I see it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, for whatever reason, it's the path we chose in life that brought us here, a chain of actions and events that we are, ultimately, responsible for. That makes the question of ‘why’ irrelevant, doesn't it?

For whatever reason, we're here now. Perhaps we ought to enjoy it~

Death City, Nevada. It sounds interesting ☆

stfuabouthonor

[sup, Death City. A new face appears on the network, although there may be something of the deja vu about the helmet with its golden crescent, the mon with its twin sparrows, perhaps even the face, a little. Not the attitude, though - actually, this kid is the polar opposite of laid back cool. Which is to say he's absolutely furious.]

Let's make something clear. I don't know what dumb joke that guy is playing, but there's only one Date Masamune, and that's me - me! The One-Eyed Dragon, the Lord of Oshu, future ruler of all Japan, Date Masamune!

[He thumps his chest just in case any more emphasis is needed.]

Just wait and you'll see what it means to have me around here!

[Yes, he is absolutely serious. You may wish to be kind, but then possibly not.]

sugaredover

[This video post doesn't start the same as others. Instead of someone appearing on camera, a roughly drawn animation begins playing - a troop of small marshmallows march across the screen, followed by a small cartoon character in a jester's outfit. He claps his hands and the marshmallows vanish in a puff of pink smoke, then waves at the camera, speaking in a squeaky, mechanical voice]

Hello, Death City! My name is Byakuran! I've heard I need a weapon - if you're interesting you should volunteer. No boring wanna-be's, please!

[And then the screen fizzes for a moment before an actual human appears on screen, grinning expectantly.]

I'll be waiting~ ♪

soul_mods

Seems it's still needed. Don't mind us.

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