want_the_world: (but hey you're all right)
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[Mello hardly ever uses video, but he's rather proud that he came out of a battle with a Witch with only minor injuries to show for it: the bandages on both his forearms are the extent of the damage.

Near was slightly more worse for the wear, but he is the one who had to consume a Witch soul. Now he's awake and on the mend, and though Mello hasn't yet left his clinic bedside (the IV stand and bed railing, but not Near, are clearly visible behind Mello), there are public service announcements to be got out of the way.]


Yesterday, my partner and I defeated the Witch Isabella, and became the newest Death Scythe pair.

[He permits himself the closest to a real smile most people are ever likely to see from him, which skews slightly wicked before he speaks again.]

We might have broken the Grand Canyon a bit in the process. Sorry.
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[This entry's strange in that a file is included, labeled IMPORTANT. Might be handy to open it up first and take a look. But there's Kanji looking grim from the very start of the video, not looking at the camera.]

...Yo. I'm gonna make this as quick as I can, but there's some heavy shit I gotta lay down. If ya opened up the file, then ya know what I'm gonna talk about's not gonna be pretty. It's an old poster, I know, but it paints a picture for you, and lets you see what this prick looks like.

His name's Tohru Adachi. He's from the same world as Naoto n' me. Back home, he did some things we thought he regretted when he was caught n' arrested, but... we were wrong.

[The frown deepened. Maybe he was from a timeline where he'd won, but what did that matter now? He finally looked at the camera. His eyes are hard, a steelier gray than normal.]

BREW brought him here, back when it started grabbin' people from different worlds. He was free again, and it got to his head. Long story short, he ate a helluva lot of innocent souls and turned. Bastard's a full-blown Kishin!

[He scowled, ran his hand down his face. Focus... he needed to focus. From outside the frame, a smaller hand settles on his shoulder and squeezes. Kanji glances over briefly, and slowly his shoulders unhitch.]

Shibusen and agents brought in by BREW took his ass down, but then the Witches took him. Since then, he's been a pain in the ass to find, almost disappeared completely.

...'til now. Me n' Naoto found him, and we get the feeling he ain't gonna be where he is for long before he moves on and we lose him again. Shibusen's on board and we're planning a direct attack, but we need a team. We stomp his ass, and we get the information we need to start trackin' down where Medusa's hiding! We can finally bring an end this war!

[The hand at his shoulder lowers to the upper arm as Naoto enters the frame and has a seat. She nods to the taller boy before addressing the camera, far calmer than the visibly-agitated Kanji.]

Some time ago, investigations unearthed an underground tunnel system beneath the desert. Inside, there lies a lingering thin but viable amount of the yellow fog of Kishin Adachi's creation, his weapon. He will no doubt make use of it in the battle as he has before. Therefore, training in the fog in a controlled environment such as this will not only be a boon to us, but an unpleasant surprise for him. As for what the fog does...

[Now she looks warily away from the camera, but it's short-lived.]

Like Madness, it plays upon your fears and anger, but the properties of this fog functions differently. The fog is like a mirror, forcing you to face yourself in its entirety, for good and for ill. It's... something we can't properly explain without a visual.

In any case, we understand there may be hesitation to undergo such an operation, considering the strength of a Kishin. That is why we hope to answer as many questions as we can now and give it our all when the day comes.

To those of you who wish to participate in what will be your toughest mission yet, you have our utmost gratitude. We would be unable to do this without any of you.
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[The video's simple: The clattering of silverware against glass, and the chatter of people. But on screen is Kanji about halfway through some kind of purplish sundae with blueberries on top and... pop rocks? Those that have been to the Hikan Cafe lately would very likely recognize exactly which dessert it was.]

Ugh... still feel cold...

[His shoulders are trembling, but despite that, he has another spoonful.]

I'm in a desert city in the middle'a summer and got a sundae. Hot mixed with cold, so... it's gotta fix the chills, right?

Why do I feel like I'm bein' screwed with again...?

Screw it- I'm done. I'm done with snowy mountains for the rest of my damned life!

[Video]

Dec. 26th, 2013 09:57 am
nanitewerewolf: (On Standby)
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[After a refreshing trip to the mountains and snow, Biowulf had returned to Death City...only to be befuddled by modern technology.  The lupine EVO is standing in the kitchen in front of the stove.  He's managed to get the appliance on...and find a pan...and get a steak into it.  He just...doesn't seem to know what to do next.]

Hrnn...Cooking is...complicated.
topgun_textiles: (Lemme set things straight with you.)
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[It's already past 100 degrees out, so the video catches Kanji in his usual form-fitting sleeveless tops. He's bruised in several places and bandages are stuck on exposed skin every which way to cover up where beaks and claws had broken skin, but the Meister looks a little more tired than anything else. He runs an upper arm over his forehead to mop up a bit of sweat.]

S'dry heat, I know, but it's still hot as balls out--

[Oh. Shit. The red light's on a little sooner than he thought. Well then. Enjoy your colorful comparison, if you can call it that.]

Uh, sup? ...So it's done. Took down our witch, and we got ourselves another Deathscythe runnin' around. But somethin' went wrong after the witch soul was absorbed, so we had to stay in the clinic for a couple days until Naoto stabilized. Whole lotta power rushin' around in the soul beats the shit outta you. Yeah. Who knew? But...

[He turns the device to look over his shoulder. The detective's on the couch in the apartment living room, testing commands against Watson, the rottweiler pup, who is madly wagging his tail and making huffing noises as he sits, lies down, speaks and so on. Camera's back to the owner, who for the moment is still a little distracted by the scene.]

...We're all good, I think. Gotta check back in a day or two for the all clear, but... shit...

[He tightens his jaw and keeps himself as cool as he can be. But he's not looking at the camera and there's the slight tinge of pink across his face, betraying the demeanor just a little.]

I'm jus'... r-relieved, y'know? I thought I fucked up somehow. So I guess consider this a heads up for the guys out there gettin' close to their last few souls: Keep an eye on your partner. Don't let up.
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[personal profile] theworstcrimeofall
[The following has been laboriously typed over a lot of time, but the results are less than satisfactory.]

WAT IN HEVVENS GUD NAYM IS GOWING ON AYE HAV PURFORMD AND AYE HAV DELIVRED UNTO THEES SANDEE STREETS A SHO OV MAGNIFISENT PRUPORSHUNS AND YET AYE HAV GARNERD FORE MY LABOURS MEER SLYPS OV PAYPER

[The feed switches to video. A wisp of a man, swarthy and dressed colorfully in the manner of a jester, is grinning, but something about it seems a little forced and practiced, the type of smile that gymnasts are taught to maintain even when they've come down hard on their ankles.

In his hands are many, many death dollar bills. An impressively lucrative day for any street performer. Utterly baffling to someone who is used to receiving coins as tips and has never seen paper money in his life.]

If anyone can hear or see this, I must have bread like anyone else, and no baker I know of will part with a loaf for a bit of green parchment!
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[personal profile] vintage_magic
[Normally, Lily would be setting out to the park for her gardening job at this time but she’s in her apartment this morning instead. There’s a fine coating of dust in her hair and her previously white dress definitely needs to go through the wash. Her eyes are red, both from being irritated by the sand and an all-nighter tracking down child-eating demons in Haiti, and she stifles a yawn.]

[She meant this to be voice and for Kanji only but she was never good with technology. And her tiredness and squinting at the mirror through sore eyes don’t help. It ends up being video and public.]


Kanji, are you still going on that mission today? Those stairs are kind of scary in this wind…

[Especially when you’ve gotten sand in your eyes, can barely see, and need to cling to your partner to keep from imitating a Weapon trying to force a first transformation!]

I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it to the shop today. If you pass by, could you put up a sign saying that we’re closed for the day? I reckon not many folks would want to go shopping with all the dust blowing around anyway.

[She moves to end the message but then reconsiders a moment and adds…]

By the way, do you know anyone who might want to work at Yesterday’s Magic? The space next door is still empty and I’ve been thinking about expanding. But with you being out on missions so often and Yuugi having a partner now, we’d need more help. Both in the shop and to make trips out of town with me to search for inventory.
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles
[The video begins in a very interesting and rather lovely room, quite different from Death City's usual fare: The feed appears to be coming from a very BLUE lounge, lavishly decorated with sofas, cloth-covered tables, and the bluest curtains. A pair of cabinets are in the shot, one carrying various types of glasses and a few bottles of this and that. The other is filled to the brim with books, though titles can't be determined. If the viewer listens hard, there's a relaxing tune going on in the background, completing the display.

That... and the two people within the shot. There was Kanji, seated atop one of the tables, and Naoto stands with an open book propped atop one hand. The observant can tell there's something odd with the way Kanji and Naoto are dressed, just as blue as the room among... other things. But that's not important. Standing as a stark contrast among the blue are bright red armbands on the left upper arm of both individuals, reading 'S.E.E.S.' on each.]


[Naoto nods, clearing... her? thoat. Seems a pink in the face and a little embarrassed.] Good evening. It's been some time since SEES matters were addressed, and we apologize for the silence.

[Kanji's looking less embarrassed, despite the attire.] We got a lotta new people in Death City since the last time, so consider this not only a 'SEES is ready to fire up again', but a 'hey, welcome to the weirdest goddamn city. If ya don't like Halloween, well, you're kinda screwed.'

[Naoto frowns at him briefly.] Be that as it may, SEES is open to new and old faces alike. We all meet here, in the Velvet Room, located in the Shopping District. You've seen our table set up before Casualty Communal after you first arrive, giving out welcome baskets to help make your transition easier, but that isn't all that we do. We're a group focused on not only community-building, but aiding and protecting Death City and its people despite being a 'Guest'.

SEES was founded on, uh... 'destiny', but really it started up on what we're all good at. If you're a fighter, cool. We're right out there when someone else decides to try n' trash Death City, or we head out on a campaign of Shibusen's to turn the tide of the war. If you're not a fighter, you got a place here, too: There's always a need for a friendly face and extra pair of hands to help repair the city, provide support to your pals and help welcome the newcomers each week.

[Naoto snaps the book shut at hand and nods.] We've also removed the age limit set by the previous leaders... any and all of you are welcome to join SEES. Kanji and I are happy to answer any questions you may have over the network or in person. Members receive a Velvet Key to access your new headquarters and an arm band worn during duty. We aim to meet more often and discuss new ways to help Death City and Shibusen as a whole, and would like to hear your ideas as well. Please, don't hesitate to speak up.

A'right... I think that covers it. So give us a shot and let's kick Death City back into good shape, yeah? Keepin' our current home safe's just as important as goin' out there and kickin' ass!

[Both appear content, glancing to one another, but both look away quickly. Yeah, they look ridiculous.]


[ooc: Kanji and Naoto. No, the outfit links aren't mixed up. Comments, inquiries and whatnot will be answered by one or both.]
holdmydumbbell: (Now there's a look in your eyes)
[personal profile] holdmydumbbell
[The feed turns on to the displeased face of one Mondo Oowada. He doesn't look like he's had much trouble figuring out how to use the device, but is giving it a stern expression regardless.]

This thing's a little more interesting than the student handbook, I can give it that. [The comment sounds like it was mostly made to himself. After clearing his throat a bit, he continues, his tone louder and more purposeful this time.] I never thought I'd be in a place that was crazy enough to rival having a murderous bear for a headmaster, but this comes pretty fucking close. [Here he glances up briefly, as if to cast an accusatory look at the ridiculous sun hanging overhead.] At least we weren't brought here to be locked up.

[He grimaces a little at the thought before turning to look back at the camera.]

Anyway, does anyone know where I can get my hands on a motorcycle around here? It's been too damn long since I've gotten to ride, and now that I actually have the chance to, I'd like to get on that as soon as I can.
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[It's that time of month again, huh? All these new faces showing up all over the DEMISE network...

Except this time you don't really get to see a face, just a Venetian mask. The style and the shape looks like it belongs to a woman, but since whoever this person is is using a voice changer, there's no way to tell.

The background is pitch black, with a light shining on the person making the post, causing the metal and stones to glitter and the white mask almost seems to glwo ominously in the light.]


Consider this a courtesy warning to those who have just arrived and don't know any better: you would be better off not putting your faith in Shibusen.

As for those of you who have been here longer...how did it feel to lose your homes to an attack? How does it feel knowing that your very homes are not safe?

You who sit around and do nothing but complain as our homes and livelihoods are destroyed, you now know how it feels to be us.

We were promised an end to this war and instead what we get is you. So we will be taking the fate of our city into our own hands.

[There is no expression to be seen, but the poster leans in threateningly.]

We are Erinyes, we are the avengers and your persecuters. We are everywhere.

((OOC: Characters who have been paying attention to the news and to the network might remember that "Erinyes" is the name of the anti-Shibusen group who incited riots recently. They also kidnapped some Guests and took their communicators...and now you know why!))
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[The video feed clicks on, and the brunt of it is taken up by cake. Or, more accurately, cakes. Big and small- though mostly big, some even tiered, piled on every table, countertop, or available flat surface in Ramza's apartment. Most of them bearing bright, Magenta icing, and the occasional message of "THANKS BLONDIE" or "YOU'RE FUCKIN' ALRIGHT" or "BEST FISHES"]

... Does.... anyone here like cake?

[As he gets up from his seat, a single half-finished cake sits on the table among a half-dozen others. And to make matters 'worse', behind him, and well out of his sight, Meenah- clad in an apron and oven mitts- gives a cursory peer around the corner before quietly bringing out another colossal confection, carefully setting it on one of the few bits of free space still present in the apartment.]

...I cannot even hope to finish all of these myself. She has been baking for hours, now. I plead, if you do-- [He carefully rights a precariously-positioned cake he bumped against.] --I live in Casualty Communal, 9G. I'll even make some espresso to--

[He stops in midsentence as he takes another glance at the baking backlog.]

...Meenah! You're still at it?!

[suffice to say, the feed cuts shortly thereafter.]
topgun_textiles: (...The fuck you say)
[personal profile] topgun_textiles
[Feed: On. He's not normally a chatty guy, but what can you do. Despite sporting a red mark on his jawline, he was looking at the camera like it wasn't a big deal.]

Sup? Mission this morning went a'right. Heh... my partner's pretty tough. Those kishin egg bastards didn't know what hit 'em!

[His gaze averted then, arms folded over his chest.]

So, y'know, we're gonna take a little break! Hit up Hokkaido for the weekend, catch the last bit'a Hanami, and take down a helluva lotta food. Months of American food makes the stomach seriously homesick.

[But he can't quit you, occasional Deathburger-with-everything-on-it. He blames Duo. And Aranea.]

Anyway... That's it.
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[personal profile] soulsutures
[The video begins with Stein sitting backwards in his usual chair, what looks to be some rare exotic animal tied down to a lab table behind him. He was going to wait for later to do this, but decided that perhaps getting this out of the way before getting caught up in his experiments would be for the best.]

With BREW acting the way it does, I've noticed it seems to be a problem keeping every new guest updated and information gets mixed up and is rather tiring to continue repeating. When information circulates between multiple parties, valuable bits get lost or forgotten in the moment. And since repeating myself in class gets old quickly and stops progression, I've made a basic write up of what everyone needs to know.

[Video switches off and turns to text with a file attachment.]

This guide is to be given to anyone who comes to the network asking for information. I would also suggest any of you who haven't been attending my classes regularly have a careful look at the information as well. If anyone pulls the tl;dr card I've seen tossed around, then that's your own problem and I'm not summarizing it for you or answering any questions that are already gone over there. However, if you believe there's something that should be added to it for improvement then feel free to ask questions or make suggestions.

[It switches back to video, Stein now has a cigarette and seems at least a little less stressed.]

In regards to my specialty class, I apologize for the delay in the final announcement. I wasn't expecting things to escalate as quickly as they did.

Private to Soul Menace Class )

Private to L, Bakura and Nanami )

Private to Condesce )

Private to Maka and Soul )
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[personal profile] ritsu_kouyou
[Private to Kanji Tatsumi]

Tatsumi, Sion and I are leaving the country for a few days. I wanted to make you aware of our absence so you didn't worry unnecessarily if you tried to contact us and we didn't answer. I... dislike the idea of leaving you alone in Death City with Shirogane still recovering and Kujikawa no longer here.

...may I make a suggestion?
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[personal profile] evokes
[The whole tour thing had gone fine and dandy, not a thing that went too far over her head and all. Minako was just the type of girl who liked to explore and become familiar with a new place herself, so another walk through the city was no problem. It was just that, well.

No one told her about something like THIS.

Through the video feed, there's one red-eyed, XXII pin-wearing girl smiling apologetically. And a large box behind her.]


Hey, uh, sorry to bother everyone. Ideally, this isn't how I thought I'd introduce myself, but circumstances have changed somewhat... [She points the camera so it shows the box more.] I get the whole fighting witches and being in a place called Death City, that's fine. But either this box has been following me all day and I have no idea why, or I might have actually just gone crazy.

[Okay, no point in staying in the box if she already knows he's in there. So much for cover. ]

Would you feel better if I told that you were crazy? [He just groans because disguise is no longer effective. ]

You can't just give away someone's position when they're undercover and---[You know what, forget it. He doesn't feel like trying to explain why this whole thing is wrong.]

Never mind. Look, I'll drop it. Just don't mention it ever again to anyone. Got it?

cut for hideous i.e. length )


[ooc: Joint post for Minako and Raiden! They'll both be responding, but expect threadjacking from either side.]
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[personal profile] heavenly_earth
[The feed flips on for no apparent reason as silence filters through a still video. In the Death Room, Neji's taken up a still meditative pose on the floor, veined white eyes focused in a far-off direction. Silence reigns for several long minutes, his expression distant and preoccupied until he blinks and seems to come back to himself]

We've found them.

[He pauses, brows drawn and considering how to elaborate] They're alive with minor injuries and none are in critical condition. They don't seem traumatized, just subdued from being force-fed sedatives. They know we're coming, since now that we have their location, we can organize a team. However...

[Neji glances somewhere off-camera, then places a hand on his knee to stand]

We still don't know what their captor's intentions are. This means no one is getting their exact location until we've organized to avoid rash behavior that could further compromise the captives. I apologize, but this is necessary for their safety. I can assure you that I'll be monitoring them until they've been retrieved.

Azusa-san is in the planning stages of the operation, and I'm certain we'll have no shortage of volunteers. We'll have to expect an increase in security, so although they're being held by civilians, be certain to come prepared. Once again however, the use of lethal force will be forbidden.

All interested parties should meet at Shibusen for a briefing this evening in classroom 54. Thank you.

Filter- Kanji )
Filter- Obito )
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles
[Filtered to: SEES]

['Keep calm'... that's what the video said. But he's anything -but- calm. With a fist slamming down on the counter, he finally lets it sink in. His jaw's tight and his eyes are steely.]

Some son of a bitch took Naoto!

[Then he turns his head away.]

And whoever did it must've taken Yako-san and Cupid, too. Damn it...! How did-!?

[He's at a loss. He's searched every part of Death City that he knew, but nothing turned up. He seems to have forgotten he was recording then, as his fists are balled his knuckles are turning a little white.]

Why the hell didn't I offer to walk with her to work...!?
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[personal profile] tauborn
[He looks a little worried, when in fact he is actually a lot worried.]

Um, has anyone heard from Yako today? Or... yesterday?

[The hallway behind him isn't his own. In fact, anyone who has been over to Yako's would know he's standing right in front of her door. He's posting this video after knocking for a desperately long time.]
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[personal profile] topgun_textiles
[Filtered to: Gumshoes of the Kuzunoha Detective Agency]

Yo! If one've you wanna give Detective Shirogane a nudge and tell 'em to call it a day, I'd owe ya one.

Workin' late's great and all, but so's dinner and sleep. [A rather distracted, stiff nod. He didn't know Naoto hadn't even made it into work today, but this is the only place he knew she'd be.]

Thanks.
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[personal profile] pishirogane
[This can't be far from Death City Heights when the video turns on. Naoto stands, her back against the Anti-Shibusen graffitied wall and a split grocery bag at her feet. There's a cut on her cheek and several taller individuals surrounding her. She looks indifferent as she thumbs away the blood.]

... Very well. Since you have threatened me physically, understand from this point I'm responding properly in self-defense.

And what will a pint-sized thing like you do without your gun?

[The one speaking steps forward, knife raised]

You'll get back to that boyfriend in a few pieces once we're finished.

[Naoto doesn't say anything at this remark, one hip popped and her hand resting on it. How she responds to the threat seems to irk the boy holding the knife. Few may have noticed, but she appears to have grabbed something hidden on her form with a finger]

Are you quite done? You're pathetic and an insult to criminals everywhere. I expect my groceries to be replaced.

[That seems enough to tick the gang off. The communicator is turned off when abruptly stepped on.]

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