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[The feed opens to show Azusa standing somewhere... chaotic. Somewhere in Shibusen, actually, a wide corridor--there are technicians running around and students clustered together in small groups. She's snapping out orders with an outstretched finger, yelling for security around the borders of the city to be beefed up, telling the students to behave or else. And then she raises the communicator and speaks directly into the feed.]

It's the water. Death City's entire water supply has been compromised, very likely with black blood, or a more diluted form than what we've seen in Europe--

[There's a crazed yell as one of the students behind her suddenly breaks free from his group and charges at her back, an arm cocked and changing into a partial blade form. Azusa doesn't even hesitate; she pivots on a foot and catches him full in the chest with a roundhouse. The feed is jerked crazily from side to side, and for a moment all it shows is the tiled floor. There's a groan from off-screen, and then Azusa's voice, tight and exasperated:]

--still sore about that F I gave you the other day, are you? Control yourself! This can be resisted through strength of will!

[She brings the feed back into focus. Her stern expression is the same, but most of the students behind her look visibly calmer, or at least, more intimidated by her at the moment to mind the effects of the black blood they'd unknowingly ingested.]

Unbelievable. The entire city--

[And here's Spirit Albarn, running toward the group with a mobile phone in each hand, face panicky as usual. His hair seems to be singed. Ran into a chef with a blowtorch, actually.]

I called them! The water guys are fixing it now. Vegas is sending us water in bottles-- Whoa! [He sidesteps the student Azusa had kicked down, hopping as he keeps his balance.]

It won't make the madness go away immediately, but it should be gone in a week or so. Tzar said he's sending us agents with Calming Wavelength. We need to figure out where it came from, though.

[And the next thing you'll hear is a very, very loud slurp from somewhere beyond the screen. Stein eventually wanders in after Spirit, turning the crank driven through one side of his head with one hand, and sipping milk from a small carton with another. He looks around once, and, upon noticing the student on the floor, immediately crouches down.]

Hou...

[Squatting down, squatting down. Peering at the kid. Slurping from his milk carton.]

I'm home for barely a week and strange things happen. [He does not sound bothered at all. La la la, digging into the pocket of his lab coat. He might not be looking for a ballpen.] Let's get things under control before we look around first. In the meantime...

[Aha. Here it is: his scalpel. Yes, he's eyeing that student.]

Stop drinking from the water supply. We need to start purging the black blood from your bodies. [The corner of Azusa's right eye twitches in annoyance - an involuntary tick. She whirls around once again, and this time, smacks the back of Stein's head--the hand holding the scalpel is hovering over the unconscious student, and his companions are all looking on in petrified horror.] AND STOP DOING THAT!!

[ooc: Plain black is Azusa, red is for Spirit, and purple is for Stein.]

threefourtime

[There is something...off about Waltz. His eyes a bit too wide, a bit too wild compared to how he normally is. He'd set the communicator down, angled so he was framed perfectly in the middle. He gestures with a flourish.]

Death City! I don't believe I've formally introduced myself. [He tips his head with a quiet laugh.] I am Count Waltz of Forte...but I'm sure none of you have heard of it, have you? I suppose then, I should describe it to you. Forte was a beautiful country with strong mountains, lush hills and a beautiful shore line. The cities were clean of filth and the forests teeming with life.

[He giggled, and the sound rang with the same harmonics as his last laugh. Young. Cheerful. Malicious.]

Of course. That was in the past. I imagine Forte, and the beautiful snow covered country of Baroque are now nothing more than ash and flames and smokes. A world ripped apart at the seams and left to fall apart as everyone watched and could do nothing.

Everything ends eventually, you know. Mountains erode, meadows die, forests burn, and cities fall. [Another sweeping gesture.] Love, anger, hate and joy. Everything ends and nothing is left behind.

Why are you even trying to escape it? No matter how fast you run or how hard you fight, in the end nothing of you will be left. Nothing. [He laughed, long and hard though it almost sounded like a sob.

...but that can't be it. In the next moment he's running a finger over the communicator's edge almost lovingly, but his smile has regained that sharp edge.]

Better for it to end now before you put all that effort in only to be disappointed, wouldn't you agree?

shipwwrecked

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weaponry

[ With Tenten's recent failure of her mission, Tenten self doubt started to slowly grow. Her focus diverted to dedicating as much time as humanly possible to becoming the best Meister ever for Santana, and, to be able to properly resist madness wavelengths. As such, she's been hitting the gym. A lot.

The feed clicks on to show the brief interface of a treadmill. The time spent signals steadily increase. So far, she's spent nearly two hours on it alone. She seems to be moving at 9.5 miles per hour. Her heavy breath gasps for air irregularly. She takes the feed and focuses on herself as she continues to train. She hangs the feed in a place that's more focused on her and less on the treadmill. ]

Good afternoon, Death City! And hello to all of you newcomers! My name is Tenten, and I run the weapon training at morning training with the actual weapons. Not the "I'm a person but I'm also a staff" type of weapon. If you're interested in sparring or honing your skills, drop by!

I wanted to ask the entire network a couple of questions. [ She wasn't quite sure how to phrase them that'll cast herself in a negative light. Hooray for neutral phrasing! ] The first is, what type of qualities to you seek out or find admirable in a Meister? If you're a Meister who wants to talk about what qualities you wish to have for your weapon, that's all right too.

The second is one that should apply to everyone. What do you view failure as? An opportunity to grow? Something that's shameful that you'll never ever reveal? A lesson? How do you cope with failure? It's not that I failed [ Tenten: She's Tsundere over failure! ] I'm just curious about it since I heard that the missions suddenly became really really difficult over night. Stupid Kishin eggs getting stronger. Seriously, what's up with tha-

[ And then Tenten does something stupid. She stops moving. Immediately, the high speed treadmill flings her off the belt. She hollers loudly as she careens into a collection of punching bags causing them to eject at the impact and spread out around the gym. One of them rolls towards the feed as Tenten struggles to get up. ]

Fuck! I've had my teammates sent home, my foot chewed on by a damn Kishin egg, been lit on fire and robbed, grounded at the hospital watching everyone else enjoy themselves, failed a mission and now my partner's avoiding me, I've just been flung from a damn treadmill and it's still January. [ A brief impatient huff as Tenten strolls back to the treadmill. Her hand lingers over the feed as she turns it off with a very caustic remark. ] Happy 2010. Everyone just answer the questions, please. Ignore what just happened. [ SHE WILL MAINTAIN DIGNITY. ]

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.

spandexisyouth

[A man with a very shiny bowl-cut, wearing green spandex, beams into the device. While he enjoys talking in general, he's about to cover one of his favorite topics.]

Good day to all! By now I think almost everyone should be up instead of sleeping in! I am Maito Gai, for those who have newly arrived, and I am here to give you a reason to greet the morning as it begins instead of later in the day! Morning Training!

Every morning, from six until nine, morning training happens. It is there to teach how to be a Weapon or a Meister, personal fitness and combat skills, resonating with your partners, and how to figure out your abilities! Breakfast is provided! There are very good reasons to show up, I assure you!

[He poses, giving a thumbs-up to show added sincerity. It looks goofy, but for him it means a guarentee. The thumb goes down, and his big smile tones down just a little.]

There is also something else I have been giving some thought to. Encouragement. It is a very important thing and many are lacking in it. I have managed to build some up!

[Karkat, Neji, Santana, he's looking at you three especially.]

But I would like some help. Do you know someone who could use encouragement or another friend? I would be glad to assist! We are all far from home here and could use support! It is not easy, after all, to be taken somewhere, especially when you are in the middle of something important! Let me know their name and I will seek them out!

[He straightens up now, looking directly at the screen.]

To those who are new, welcome to Death City! I hope that you do well in your stay here!

To those who have been here for a time... I could use some more assistance in some areas of morning training. Breakfast and Partnership are the two areas that I could most use help in, but any who wish to assist and know what they are doing will not be turned away!

[[ooc: Morning training happens every morning, but is logged out in one big log about once a real-time month. An ooc coordination post goes up first, and that will go up on the in-game 29th. The log itself will happen on the in-game 30th. If you'd like your character to help out with it, feel free to comment here or when the ooc post goes up!]]

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.]

coolest

Yo.

[He raises a hand in a jovial fashion.]

Date Masamune.

[And that was his way of introducing himself. Now that was over, Masamune looks at the camera straight on, arms crossed. Time to make his big address to everyone in this city.]

I heard that we're fighting a war here. You guys must be in trouble if you had to drag me here, the One Eyed Dragon of Oshuu!

[There we go, he's steadily getting back into the stride of things. The whole experience in the Kishin Chamber was a bit of a shock even for him, but now that he's out and he's got this amazing communication device, he might as well make full use of it.]

Hah, what a name though. Death City! I would say that it was cool but the sun has a face that smiles. What kind of place called Death City has a sun with a face like that?

[Masamune pronounces 'Death City' in a very pronounced Engrish accent. He looks at the feed expectantly, then realising he isn't going to get a reply immediately, continues talking.]

I'm a meister, whatever that is. Sounds cool though. But I hate the idea of being without a weapon though, especially in a crazy place like this. They may have taken a dragon's claws away, but he can still bite.

[Masamune grins at the camera, trying his best to be jovial at the end of his feed.]

So if any of you transform into swords, let me know. I'm looking for six of them. Okeydokey?

[And it finally clicks off.]

soul_mods

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

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