recitings: (Bated breath)
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[Looks like someone's hard at work training! But it isn't the one handling this device. Nope. It's actually Edgeworth, Genesis' Meister, doing push-ups on a mat with thick law books laid on his back.]

Looking good there, Edgeworth!

[The lawyer groans under the weight, his arms already trembling from the strain.]

Almost at fifty now! You can do it!

[Edgeworth pumps himself upward slowly-- one, two--]

Three more to go!

[One, twooooooooooo--]

Give up and I'm putting another book on you--

OBJECTION!!

[Edgeworth cries out giving a final push before collapsing in a heap on to the mat. The books go scattered. Genesis, still holding the device, comes over to him.]

Smile for the camera, partner.
pishirogane: (Side Glance)
[personal profile] pishirogane
[It appears that Naoto is up finally and not shivering anymore. No cold either fortunately.]

Greetings to those who recently arrived to Death City. My name is Naoto Shirogane. I am employed at the Kuzunoha Detective Agency and volunteer daily at Morning Training, providing instructions at the shooting range. My apologies to the other instructors for my absence yesterday; I was away on a mission.

[With some minor complications]

I'm aware a 'helpful' FAQ has been posted to the network already (though, definition of helpful may vary), but if you have any further questions that it hasn't answered or any recent follow-ups from the arrival tour, I will attempt to answer them to the best of my abilities. If any other Guests would like this opportunity to speak to me, I'm listening...

[For once. May or may not be aimed at some people before the feed becomes private]

Private to Shibusen )
shadow_star: The Real stars of the show (Partners)
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[ So the feed turns on sometime early this morning, with Tsubaki peering looking down at the communicator with a small smile. ]

It feels like it's been such a long time since we've been home - even though it hasn't really -

YAHOO!

[ An obnoxiously loud voice interrupts her then, and the view from the communicator shifts to show Black☆Star way up on top of one of the spikes on Shibusen's building. ]

HELLO, DEATH CITY! No need to be scared or sad or worried anymore, 'cause your God has returned from kickin' kishin egg ass! Betcha missed me, huh, all you tiny stars?

[ Placing his hands on his hips, he continues yelling down at the surrounding areas. ] Any of ya got strong enough to think you can actually beat the big and great Black☆Star? THINK AGAIN, HYAHAHA-

[ The laugh cuts off when suddenly the spike he's been standing on breaks, sending Black☆Star plummeting toward the ground. He really should learn not to do this since this isn't the first time it's happened...

And back to Tsubaki, looking alarmed, and then ... just... sighing sheepishly. ]


Kid-kun? We're back.


[ Ooc: Both Tsubaki and Black☆Star will be responding, natch :D ]
halfbakedfruitcake: (fighting evil by the moonlight)
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[When the communicator is switched on, it's tilted upwards, giving a nice view of a tall tree against the clear dawn sky. There doesn't seem to be anyone on the screen, but it does look nice...]

Hark! The call of the heavens, the earth, the sea... They summon me forth to defeat evil!

[Just then, you can see a man standing on a branch, his back to the communicator. The long wings descending from his headgear flutter in the wind like a cloak as he turns and strikes a pose, one hand rising over his head while the other points straight towards the camera.]

Waka, the gods' gift to man, is here! Bonjour!

[And he jumps off the branch. All rules of drama dictate that he should come floating down through the air and land gracefully on his feet, perhaps accompanied by sparkles and pretty music.

Sadly, BREW says no to powers like that, and so he comes plummeting down and falls off-camera with a resounding thud.

After a few seconds he appears staggering on screen, then shrugs as though nothing happened.]


Well! They weren't joking about our powers being stripped away. That seems unnecessarily inconvenient for everyone involved... But no doubt our good hosts know what they're doing, hmm?

[His smile doesn't quite give the impression he's entirely convinced of that.]

So tell me, Death City... How do you feel about this little adventure we now find ourselves in? I'd say this place could use some more color, but that's just me. I'm sure everyone is eager to take up arms for a noble cause!

Well then, I'll have to see if I can find a store that sells high-quality flutes, since BREW saw fit to take mine away. Excusez-moi!

[He stands there for a moment, as though expecting something to happen, then sighs a little and walks off. It's just not the same as disappearing in a flurry of glitter...]
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*It didn't take long for Zero to figure out his communicator. He'd been used to more complicated machinery. So the network gets a look at an armored man with a very long blond ponytail.*

So in addition to kishin eggs and witches, there's a Madness out there than can affect anyone. You mean to tell me that not only machines can go Maverick now, but people too? If anyone can go Maverick, how have the people here fought against that? *It's an unsettling concept to say the least.*

I'm also trying to see if there's anyone out there who can repair damage to machines. A clinic isn't going to do me a lot of good.

Also...*and this is a longshot but* X? Aila? Signas? If you're out there somewhere, contact me as soon as possible. *And he switches his communicator off.*
topgun_textiles: (I'm fixin' it hold your horses)
[personal profile] topgun_textiles
[The feed begins with a pair of hands at the corners, adjusting the camera to make sure it's settled properly on the coffee table before a figure quickly moves behind the couch that fills the view. Kanji leans into the frame from above to line up what look like plush dolls in a row upon the couch cushions: A dog, a cat, a girl resembling Alice from Alice in Wonderland popping out of a weird bear mascot costume, a very fluffy chocobo and one Death the Kid. They're very elaborate.]

[Okay... here goes nothing. This was a long time coming.]

A'right, punks, listen up! I'm only gonna say this once!

I got somethin' I like to do, and I'm damn good at it. What you're lookin' at is shit I made in my spare time. I like arts n' crafts! I knit! I paint!

Now, I know what you're thinkin': Not somethin' a guy like me would do, right? Two things. One: Because I'm in a damn good mood right now, I'm gonna give you a minute to laugh your asses off. While you're doin' that, move on to number two: Go to hell.

For the rest'a you, I'll make whatever you want, even stuff from your home world. [He pointed to the chocobo for emphasis.]

Dolls, knit gloves, hats n' scarves, costumes, landscapes, portraits... uh, repairs... you ever feel like pickin' up sewing or knitting, I can teach that, too. Heheh.

[He seems to be congratulating himself when a lanky gray and white cat pounces in from off-camera to attack the Kid doll.]

What the- Hey HEY! GODDAMN CAT!

[The Meister dives for the cat who springs under the coffee table with the doll in tow. The camera's just treated to a view of his rear and legs as he struggles with the feline until the feed suddenly cuts.]

Suddenly, private messages (over an hour later)! )

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Aug. 7th, 2012 09:45 pm
nobilitea: (Default)
[personal profile] nobilitea
My, this is a strange device, isn't it?

[clearing her throat a bit]

Good day, everyone. I am Sharon Lainsworth, and I am very pleased to make your acquaintance despite the circumstances that has brought us here. I must say that I'm a bit inconvenienced with this situation so I must apologize if I appear unpleasant.

Still, I must say that I have been quite pleased at the effort that Shibusen has made with their information and also the provisions that they've provided on such short notice. I'm glad to see that our hosts are at least hospitable and more importantly, responsible for their actions. So of course, until this is done, I will be helping Shibusen with whatever means I can so that we may all be able to go home as soon as possible. That means finding a weapon, correct? Will someone please explain it in a bit more detail?

[pauses to give a very bright smile]

Ah yes! One more thing if you do not mind. I am sorry to take up so much of your time, but you see, it's very important. If you've met someone named Xerxes Break, please inform me right away. ♥

Thank you and have a wonderful day, everyone.
starfruitfrog: (talking || Is this close enough?)
[personal profile] starfruitfrog
[Hey, Death City. Long time no see. A round green face takes up most of the screen as Keroro addresses the Network, having been both a god and a dragon back in his own universe since his last stay. What you can see of his location seems to be one of the shared apartments. 

Directly behind him is a pristinely blank wall, which really should be decorated. Maybe with something red? Like a 1:12 Char Aznable Custom Zaku II built lovingly out of Lego bought with your very first Death City paycheck?

Something must be wrong if it's gone. He is sure Eve would never get rid of it so that only leaves one possible explanation...]


What year is it, de arimasu?! Eve-dono? Azusa-dono? Anyone?!

[...His apartment has been taken over by crows who hate Gundam.

Oh, and a lot of time must have passed. Never mind that he didn't bother to check anything else after the initial panic of losing the 1:12 Lego mobile suit...]

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Jan. 31st, 2012 12:21 pm
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[personal profile] soul_mods
Seems it's still needed. Don't mind us.

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