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[ shouichi irie is pacing. this is all going much, much too fast. adjusting to death city and its amenities was difficult enough on its own without all of the extra details and fine print involved. ]

Are you crazy? I-I'm not going to just run out to who-knows-where to like that! I don't know how to fight, I'm an engineer!

[ somewhere off screen, another voice cuts in: ]

That's exactly why I told you to leave it to me without making a fuss.

I can't think of any good reason why I ought to!

For a supposed genius, you're awfully slow.

Oh? F-for a proven delinquent, you're rather casual! I-I want to get this over with as much as the next person, but I don't think it should be done so recklessly!

Why not? If speed is the priority, a little collateral damage isn't worth crying over.

IT IS WHEN I'M THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE

Is that why you ran away crying in the middle of things?

For the last time, I wasn't crying! I was having a asthma attack!

Which only occurred because you started crying. I don't think I've ever seen that particular shade of blue before on a human, by the way.

I wasn't -- Okay, look. Wh-what I'm trying to suggest is that maybe it would be beneficial to the both of us, if we practised some first!

[ a pause. ]

Considering how the first practice run ended, perhaps it'd be better if you found someone more suited to your delicate sensibilities.

THEY'RE NOT DELICATE, THEY'RE PERFECTLY REASONABLE.

[ ooc: orange is shouichi, purple is mukuro! ]

ih8spiders

--not Prussia, too.

[Compared to the last time he made a post about a person's disappearance, Kurapika seems simply resigned. There's a long pause after his first mutter, then he opens his mouth, as if to continue, then closes it again, as if reconsidering what he's been about to say. Flicks his eyes to the side, runs his free hand through his hair distractedly, a motion that might hint at the upset he's trying to hide.]

... I don't suppose anyone's seen him since Norway?

[His voice as he asks the question is small, and not really that hopeful. He already knows the answer, because his flat is emptier than ever. There's no more solid proof than the sudden, almost staggering cleanliness of the place--not a single stuffed toy anywhere. The nation is gone.]

karmafree

[When the feed comes on, you’ll see one Rokudo Mukuro sitting on the couch at his apartment, smiling at the screen. Does he look piqued? Pale? Bleary-eyed? Wearing too many layers for a desert climate even in February?

Yep.]

Norway was interesting, wasn’t it?

[Oh, hold on, sneeze coming on... there. Sneezing a little elegantly into a hanky now.]

I must say, though: I’m rather displeased at how that tsunami ruined a perfectly good set of clothes.

[ The pile of blankets beside him moves when he sneezes- Tugging itself over to try and cover a bit more of his side, leaning against him in a motion that’s more of a flop than anything else. It even mumbles a bit, though it’s basically impossible to make out what the words are.

A few sniffles follow the mumbling, though, a high-pitched little sneeze- and a groan. ]

[And Mukuro, in turn, is glancing down at the Rhode!bundle slumped on him with open amusement before turning back to the feed.]

As you can all see, my dear partner and I are both rather sick. We ought to be on the road to recovery within the week, though, and we’ll make sure to go back to work the moment we’re both well.

[ Another muffled noise, and then her head finally comes popping out with a bit of wiggling, hair sticking up and cheeks and nose red- but she’s trying to hide those back under the blanket again. ]

Don’t post about it. I’m not sick.

You are incredibly sick, my dear. [Reaching down with a small chuckle, and smoothing out her hair.] Now go back to sleep.

M’not sleeping.

[ But Rhode sinks back under her blanket as he pets her, until only her hair is visible above the edge of their dark purple throw. ]

[Ah, his darling partner. =w=

As he was saying...]

Anyway, I would not suggest visiting us while we’re possibly contagious, but: feel free to drop by within the next few days?

ooc note: This color is Mukuro and This color is Rhode! Both will be replying~

knifedances

Ah, I can't help feeling that things are a little quiet around here right, now. I know I should probably feel glad considering the alternative, but I guess I find it all too easy to become bored.

I've heard the news that there may be a serial killer in our midst, but it's hard to feel concern for something when it's at a remove from you, right? It's a big city after all, and it's easy to put your mind to rest and think that such a thing will never happen to you. Only, perhaps the people who were killed used to think exactly the same thing? I wonder.

Anyway! Perhaps it's better to concentrate on something a little less morbid. And since I said I was bored...maybe some of you can tell me what you like to do for fun around here? Is there anything you particularly like about Death City? Or even things you really dislike? Give me some ideas ☆

misamisa

[Misa turns on the communicator and wastes no time before giving a bright smile, waving cheerfully.]

Hello everyone! I’m Amane Misa, it’s nice to meet everyone here. Or at least, it will be when I do.

[After thinking a moment and tapping her chin, she turns back to the communicator.]

I don’t really know how to fight at all... but back in our world, I’m an actress so if anyone needs an entertainer, think of me! And I’m only talking about classy stuff, okay? I’m a top-idol in Japan, after all!

And I’d like to help Shibusen. They’ve been helpful since bringing us here, so whatever I can do to help, I will! They reunited me with my fiancé, Light, after all so I’m very grateful! [Whoops, was she supposed to not mention Light?]

I look forward to getting to know you all! [She gives another small wave before turning off the communicator.]

blossomgale

[ The voice application was useful on the communicator, especially since Sophie didn't know how to read or write complicated words. She went for the video option, thinking it might be helpful for everyone to see her. With Shinra's help, she managed to figure out what most of the functions are designed to do.

The feed displays a young girl with long purple pigtails, peering worriedly into the screen. Of course, she's feeling a little troubled... especially when she thought she didn't have to worry about being left all alone so soon... ]

Oh. It's working, I think. Asbel? Do you see this? Your scent, voice, the sound of your footsteps... I can't sense how far or how close you and the others are anymore. Please, tell me you're here.

[ Practically all of her functions she was originally built with no longer work. There's a brief pause, like Sophie is expecting someone to say something. Then she continues to speak. ]

Back where I came from, there's also something very important that I need to do... but I know I can't go back right now. There's a war in this world. Does that mean... a lot of people are going to be killed?

I'll do my best to protect everyone.

cursemarked

[Well, her bruises have healed up nicely leaving her feeling more up to making an announcement to the network. Even though she knows the population of Death City is going strong, it feels like she's lost a lot of people; only a handful of the people she considered close to her remain.

But she's gotten most of the paperwork out of the way for going about cleaning up and rebuilding the place so it's time to say hello and let everyone know she's still alive.]

The gallery took some heavy hits during all of this, so it'll be closed for a little bit while all the repairs are done.

I need something to do with my time though, would anyone be willing to learn photography? I wouldn't mind teaching a few people one-on-one, or maybe even a class if I get enough interest. [A small smile. It'll give her something to do and she really enjoys being busy. More work means less time to think on things that depress her.

The downside is it means less time thinking on things she probably should be spending time on and coming to terms with]

On that note, I'm in need of an assistant for the gallery since... Well, since Ritsuka went home. [A fleeting, pained look, before the smile is back] I'm not asking for much; someone who's good at research, organized, dependable, willing to learn--that sort of thing. An interest in photography is a plus, but not really necessary.

A day guard and a night guard would also be helpful... [Maybe she should just run an ad in a newspaper.

Rei pauses to think a moment] Ah, I think that's all I need to say. [Another pause. She feels like she should say something inspirational here, something to motivate people or help cheer them up, but she can't think of anything]

On a more somber note, I'm available if anyone needs someone to talk to. I'm not a professional or anything, but talking... It helps, sometimes. I might not be able to do much, but I'm good at listening.

[A sad smile and she turns the communicator off]

karmafree

[When the feed comes on, perhaps the first thing anyone's going to notice is the fact that the pair of eyes staring into them are different colors: one red, one blue. The red one has a very peculiar mark on it... is that some sort of symbol?

The poster moves the communicator back a bit, so that everyone can see the rueful shake of his head and a smile just before he's turning away, looking back up at the sky.]

Oya, oya~ so we're back to this place again, is it? It's a good thing I managed to get so much done while I was out. [Siiiigh.] I suppose I don't mind continuing this little vacation...

[Trailing off, to rake a hand through his hair and toss his ponytail over one shoulder. Then he's started walking again, traipsing down the steps of the Academy as he speaks.]

So, how interesting did it get around here? Anyone care to share?

Filtered to Rhode;

[The expression Mukuro has on now is Very Serious.]

Where are you?

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.

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 ☆

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~ ♪

hoarfrosted

[VOICE. a slight cough; a few seconds of silence; and when he speaks russia's tone is calm and vaguely irritated, but one can make out a smile in that somewhat friendly and polite voice.]

Good day. Russia was here before, though that seems like .... a dream now. How odd! And yet, all the better if it were.

If, ah, certain nations and comrades can make contact with Russia, that would be much appreciated.

[a slight pause; one must have some purpose in these things, otherwise why bother opening the message to the public at all.]

Perhaps Death City can indulge Russia in a game. No need to worry about gains and losses and such, I think the city has a lot of that already! [ha ha ha.] It is a simple game, see. You give me three things about yourself, and I guess which one is right, and if I am right, I get to have your name. If I am wrong, I suppose you can ask me something in return, and I will reply honestly, for the duration of that one particular question, of course. Do choose wisely.

[there is a vague kolkolkolkolkol at the background.]

Of course, you don't have to participate, if you don't want to. Russia is only meaning to alleviate boredom and such things. I'm not the only one who came here, after all, but it is all very annoying and boring to not know everything and everyone. Being alone is so much trouble.

ooc; as the post suggests, it's a two truths and a lie post! russia will ask your character first if they're playing the game or not, and if they choose not to, they can just have a normal conversation with russia without russia sounding out the people in death city so far. have fun~.

OH AND RUSSIA IS REPLYING IN VOICE FOR THIS POST TO EVERYONE

facades

[ the feed clicks on to reveal a very white screen. backing away from the communicator it's revealed the white is actually a haori, being held up by Gin.

it's mostly white anway-- there is what appears to be a giant brown stain stretched all the way across the back, covering the three symbol that signifies which division he used to lead. ]

This coffee stuff don't come out very well. [ might be time to get some actual clothes. ]

My partner seems ta be missin'. Anyone seen a mopey blonde guy around? My laundry's pilin' up.

jaganshi

[ The video feed flickers on to that same face, more grumpy than usual, poking at an open and still bleeding scratch on the high point of Hiei's cheek bone. The smaller demon looks a little disgruntled, a little sleepy, despite the fact that his arm and face are clearly scratched and scraped as if he's fallen and bleeding.

He doesn't seem to pay it much mind other than persistently wiping away the blood that attempts to run down his face, not so secretly sticking that same finger in his mouth as if everyone here cleans themselves up the demon way. ]

What the hell is going on in this place? I try to take a nap in a tree and wake up in time to barely save my head from the walking path. [ The camera angle changes, moving away from the small demon and panning over to a large crack that has formed in the park's shifting Earth, not too far away from Hiei's feet or where he landed. ]

It appears the city may have a new gorge forming shortly, unless I am mistaken.

[ And then, almost grudging. ] Where is the closest clinic?

( Filtered to Kurama: )

soul_mods

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

cursemarked

[Rei stands in the middle of her gallery, pictures scattered across the floor from where they fell from the walls. She really should have done a better job fortifying them, but the idea of an earthquake hitting had never really occurred to her.

She was regretting that now.]

Everything's mostly alright... Some of the pictures were damaged, but I can replace them. [It's still disappointing though. And it's going to require a while of clean up.

She finally looks up and smiles, tired and strained. It's been a hard week.] Please check in with me, [You know who you are!] I want to make sure you're all okay.

[She turns back to the pictures and wonders where to even start]

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Entries tagged with rokudo mukuro

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