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Hey.

[Sup, Death City. Residential coolkid at your service. He's a man on a mission.]

So everyone and their mom probably has heard or knows by now that V-day is coming up. If you don't know what that is, it's basically the day we waste a crapton of money on chocolates and shitty store bought cards you buy in a box of thirty-two in hopes of getting laid. Seriously, there's nothing like saying "Be mine" on a card covered with hearts, glitter, and a naked baby on it.

But hey, whatever gets you time under the covers.

Speaking of which, I'm actually gracing the network because I'm on a bit of a mission. I'm pretty sure you guys know Miles Edgeworth. A bit of a stick in the mud. Wears pink. Magenta if you're anal about what type of color someone describes your clothes. Wears frilly shit.

I mean, he's always working right? Okay, look. Any gal pals out there who might go on a date with him? For that matter, anyone know his taste in girls wanna help a fella out? I got this whole thing planned out and everything. [It is very likely this will all end terribly based on how Edgeworth reacts.] I just need the date part for his date.

In before someone says he's not into girls. I considered it.

Hit me up. Kind of want to get this all hashed out a. s. a. p.

seizeyoursouls

CITIZENS OF DEATH CITY!!

And I guess you other guys, too! Today is your lucky day, kesese! You see, I'm in a chipper mood even though I dropped my breakfast on my amazingly shiny shoes. If you praise me, I'll paint a portrait of you! My talent is pretty amazing . . .

. . .

The citizen I live with is as cute as a little bird.

. . .

My citizens are like rabbits that have a soft tummy.

. . .

By the way, I'm trying to prolong this video so you all can get more time with my beautiful face.

APPRECIATE ME!!

paradiseruined

[The feed turns with a clatter as the communicator is thrown against the wall, and so the first images are a swirl of fuzziness as it slids to a stop somewhere close enough to give a view of said wall.

There's the sharp thump of furniture being knocked over. And then the screaming starts.

It's loud and hoarse, and goes on a while before trailing off into ragged sobs. A blue-clad shoulder comes into view, slamming hard into the wall and sliding down, turning enough in the process that those who know him can recognise the figure as Lord Darcia.

He scrabbles at the wall like a trapped animal and tears stream down his cheeks, face contorted in grief. His right eye is wide, unseeing, and the left side of his face is a scoop of shadow, yawning hollow. He raises his head, only to slam it back into the wall, rocking back and forth and still sobbing like a child or a madman.

It's clear he's still caught in the grip of a nightmare, but after a while, his cries can be finally heard as words.]

Hamona... Hamona... where... why... I killed... why... Hamona... I killed her...

signhere

First of all, I would like to extend my gratitude toward Shibusen and the guests who ran the initial tour from the Kishin Chamber to Casualty Communal. It was very informative and organized, and offered a great deal of guidance for us new arrivals. I'm sure I'm not the only who appreciated it.

[ There's a pause and he segues into the next part, keeping his tone pleasant and amicable. ]

My name is Light Asahi. I've been told I was here once before, but I'm afraid my memories from that time have been erased -- so if we've met, I apologize for not recalling. From what I've seen in these past couple of days, there are a great number of fighters and people from worlds where fighting is the standard form of practice. I, myself, am not much of a fighter. As a matter of fact, I was just an ordinary college student up until BREW choose me to partake in this war. I can't say I'm entirely comfortable taking the front line or going on a mission -- although my partner seems intent, if not eager, to fight. If I may ask, for those of you who are experienced here, what made you decide to fight for Shibusen? And for those of you who are inexperienced or perhaps uncertain, are your reasons for not partaking in this war similar to my own?

I believe that is all--

Light? Would you come look at something? For an accuracy check, you know, I'm sure you've seen more than I have...

[L's typical monotone is unusually high-spirited, calling from a separate room in the Death City Heights apartment.]

-- Now is not a good time, Ryuzaki. I'm in the middle of something. [ Light's tone reflects the patience of a saint, even though his patience is really wearing thin. ]

Mmhmm, aren't you always... in the middle of something, that is, but seriously, I'd like your opinion on some decorating decisions. Decisions that have been made already, mind you, but that doesn't mean you can't offer your input after the fact.

Do these decorating decisions have anything to do with the potent smell of markers, perhaps?

[ There's a long, heavy pause as he addresses the network once more. ]

I apologize. There's something I must attend to.

[FILTER: EDGEWORTH]

[ And immediately before Light goes to deal with whatever L has done to their apartment, he quickly sends a message out to Edgeworth. ]

I would like to begin at the Agency as soon as possible. Thank you.

[ OOC: Black = Light, Blue = L. And also, I apologize. Replies will come tomorrow. I must sleep. :'[ ]

trageteas

[It's been a while since he's made a post, hasn't it? The lack of socialization doesn't usually bother him -- it's not as though other people aren't loud enough for the both of them -- but but a half a dozen of his acquaintances have left in the past few weeks, and without Roy in particular, it's becoming an overwhelming kind of quiet.

And so he turns to the network, the silly and completely unnecessary yet undeniably helpful thing, once again.]

There's not much to say on the topic that has yet to be said, but it's distressing to hear of how many people have left. At the same time, though, I'm glad to know that my acquaintances have been sent back to the places where they ought to have been the whole time, and where they are no doubt safer -- and there's no need to point out exceptions, I know very well that some of you are from warzones.

I'm growing more and more sure, however, that I myself ought to have gone home by now as well. The others from my world left so quickly that I'm sure we all were a mistake. Why send only one man here, without his family and peers, when so many others have their bands of friends?

[Is he upset about that fact? Most certainly, and his voice shakes a bit; it's not gotten any easier, knowing that the few people he truly cares about are completely out of reach.

He nearly turns the feed off after this, but remembers something, and -- well, he ought to ask now, lest he end up waiting another month before speaking to the city at large.]

It's not at all relevant, but are people here truly so casual about what you call... sexual orientation? [Because he's been reading books on the topic and they all make it sound so simple but it's actually not!!]

waitedforyou

Addendum.

Those who are thinking of joining the Agency, you must first be fashionably sound. I have a simple test to see if you are or are not. The reason for this is you are representing Miles Edgeworth and a few of the other people that he associates with... and that means that you have to at least try to look your best.

Sound fair?

starfruitfrog

[The camera turns on to show a suitably darkened room lit by the warm glow coming from two candlesticks. You see the corner of a tatami mat, and the edges of a dark pink kimono and a head of long, straight, black hair crowned by something gold and metallic. It's vaguely...skull shaped.

The princess (?!) slowly raises her head and...

Oh. It's just some weird frog.]

Welcome~

[And he's using a weird, high-pitched, girly voice.]

This Keroko is pleased to welcome you to our humble corner, my lord.

[He bows deeply, hands carefully tucked into his long sleeves. Then just as suddenly, all princess-like pretenses gone.]

Well? Wasn't that amazing, de arimasu? I've always wanted to try on one of these twelve-layered kimono, and then I just found one lying around when I got back, de arimasu! It even came with this really nice wig and headdress~

Ke-rokerokero~ The moment I put it on, I thought...it would be a shame not to act in character to match the clothes, so I did~

[Keroro twirls for you because he thinks he makes a perfectly lovely princess. He really is much too proud of this.]

Waiiii~ Waiiiii~

Ah.

I almost forgot, de arimasu. Eve-dono and I are planning on moving so we're going to have a house-warming party with dumplings, de arimasu. You guys have to help make the dumplings though, de arimasu. And try not to worry too much about the gifts, de arimasu! [Hint, hint. WORRY. Nudge, nudge. Get something nice.

Now. Back to twirling. He has no idea where someone got a Keronian-sized kimono, or how they deposited it into his house without him knowing. BUT: Free stuff!]

timelessummoner

[The first thing you'll see as the video starts is the face of a little black kitten filling up the entire screen. The tiny creature meows and rubs against the camera, looking absolutely delighted, before flopping down on top of the communicator. Look at the little paws flailing at the screen.]

Kemuri, that is not a toy.

Mew?

[A hand reaches down to try pick the kitten up, only to have her cling to the communicator and mewl. You are not taking her toy!

There is a sigh, and the hand retracts. A moment passes with the kitten settling back on the communicator. Then something catches her attention and she rolls off and pads away...

And with the screen no longer blocked, you can see Raidou, dressed down to dress shirt and pants (and hat, obviously), sitting on the floor and keeping the kitten distracted with a cat toy. There is a small, affectionate smile on his face as the kitten dashes and bounces around him, batting at the toy happily.

Then he glances at the communicator and blinks.]

Oh. Excuse me.

[He reaches over and the feed shuts off.]

seizeyoursouls

Ah--

West is gone.

waitedforyou

... everyone [ -- meaning those he actually cares about, but he's willing to act like he's extending it out to all people -- ] ... is all right, aren't they?

dead_black_eyes

[L has settled into a routine: during the early morning hours until around noon, he's typically just outside the city limits, hanging out inside a huge rusted bell that's been turned on its side. With the elimination of Zone 2, much of the debris has been moved outside the city, and being a true creature of habit, L followed a familiar item when it had been relocated. While the old bell is a comfortable place for him to work on his notes, the debris-scattered resting place for some of Zone 2's old ruins is outside the city, and it's therefore not the safest place to be if the ground is going to start trembling.

Which it does. L doesn't have quite enough time to crawl outside of the bell before it shakes free of its new, shallow groove, gaining momentum and rolling toward the desert. It's a bumpy ride, and there are plenty of obstacles, but most of them barely slow the thick, heavy bell down. During a particularly rough bump in which the bell hits a pile of debris and skips right over it, thudding back to earth and continuing in its path, L's communicator turns on and joins him in tumbling around the inside of their rapidly spinning prison. L transforms into his Weapon form, since stainless steel will hold up a little better to the violent ride than flesh and bone.

Finally, the queasy, tumultuous rolling stops, but not before a few violent pitches manage to turn the bell from its side, effectively trapping its occupant underneath it. L changes back, with some scrapes and bruises but no major injuries.

Despite this good luck, something's wrong. The Earthquake was enough to send the bell rolling a good distance from what residents typically consider "safe". He hasn't been thrown very far, but he's far enough from the city that he can feel the effects of the madness wavelength for the first time.]

Oh...

[He wraps his arms closely around himself, retreating against the side of the bell and drawing his knees toward his chest. His communicator screen illuminates a pale, wide-eyed face for a few moments before he reaches for the device with a shaking hand. His gaze and tone are rigid when he speaks into it.]

Someone. Get me. Quickly.

knitbadsweaters

[Iris was not usually frightened of earthquakes.They happened frequently at the Hazakura Temple, where she grew up, and she knew what to do. However, this was the first time that she had been stuck in a lift.

Franziska was not the type who was frightened of earthquakes either. She only found them worrisome. Being stuck in a lift because of an earthquake was another story. It’s not that she’s had some prior experience with lifts and earthquakes. She heard stories about these kinds of emergencies. One story in particular comes to mind. She’s been pressing the intercom button repeatedly. It wasn’t responding.

Thankfully, however, after panicking for a few minutes, Iris gained enough self-control to turn on her communicator while Franziska was busy pressing the button]

H-hello?! This is Iris....I am in one of the elevators of the Fatality Condoniums with Miss Von Karma, and....I-I think we’re now trapped....

[Franziska notices what Iris was doing and holds her hand out for the communicator.]

May I?.

Huh?! Uh....s-sure....

.[Franziska gets the communicator and, after remembering that it wasn’t a celphone and shouldn’t be pressed to her ear, starts her part of the message.]

We’re stuck somewhere between the fourth and sixth floor. Lack of oxygen shouldn’t be an issue. But someone should assist us with escaping this place before the next aftershock.

[And pressing the filter button faster than Iris could (possibly) say no.]

[filter: the Agency (those who Franziska knows)]

One of you should check on Edgeworth. Bring a bottle of clean water and some smelling salts if you can. Keep him away from his communicator.

[And tossing the communicator back to Iris. Franziska’s just going to sit down now.]

[OOC: Both Iris and Franziska will reply to comments. Purple is Iris, Blue is Franziska.]

soul_mods

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

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Entries tagged with franziska von karma

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