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My cat is lost.

It's mean-tempered, not very bright, mangy and just generally terrible. The breed is Cornish Rex, the age is "old", and the color is something between smoke and mud. The sex is male.

Wear thick gloves if you attempt to pick it up.

[Privately Coded to Mello, Near, and Matt] [Audio]

Relevant information follows, so listen carefully.

Yagami doesn't know that he died, and he doesn't know that I'm aware of the events following my own death... including the fact that I know he is Kira. For now, I want to keep it this way. Should any of you encounter him, feign ignorance. If something changes, I will inform you immediately.

[Privately Coded to Bakura] [Text]

1. I got those cards you left for me, and I saw some people playing in public the other day. I am still trying to decide whether I actually want to look like those individuals, but the prognosis is grim. 2. What I didn't tell you recently is that Light is back in the city. Don't talk to him. I'm concerned that you'll ruin something with your general bumbling and strangeness. 3. I am out of shortcake.

[Privately Coded to Yuugi] [Text]

When is the next time you're not going to be over at Bakura's?

[Privately Coded to Eridan] [Audio]

I am nearly certain that our surveillance of Kadaj will draw to a close soon. I want you to know that you have an excellent reference, if you want to take a different position within the Watch.

As much as I like having you work for me, you're too talented to fetch coffee and check spreadsheets. Also, I'll be working alone for my next assignment, by my own decision.

[Privately Coded to Light] [Audio]

How are you acclimating to Death City? I thought we should meet sometime soon. Maybe in the neighborhood of "right now?"

ahomine

[ No one ever taught Aomine how to take care of himself – or their lessons never stuck, whatever – so among other great lifestyle choices, he's survived on fast food and other junk ever since he showed up in Death City a few weeks back. Sure, he sometimes shows up at morning training to mooch free breakfast, but that's only if he manages to crawl out of bed on time...which almost never happens.

It's more common for Aomine to play basketball all day, grab a burger or something, then crash on his bed for a long afternoon nap. Which is what he did today. In fact he woke up just seconds ago, rolled over and snatched the Communicator up off the floor. His stomach's rumbling and he has an important question to ask the network.

He gives the camera a vacant stare. Then he yawns. Then he stares again. It's pretty obvious he's forgotten what he was going to say. Actually he doesn't look like he's even realised he's awake. It takes a couple seconds for his brain to catch up to reality.

Basketball superstar extraordinaire right here. ]

'm hungry. Who wants to come make me some dinner, or somethin'? Not right away but pretty soon...

[ He trails off into another yawn. It occurs to him that such an offer might not be tempting. ]

Or at least tell me how to make somethin' decent. Livin' offa junk food is startin' to lose it's charm.

[ He rubs the sleep from his eyes before cutting the video feed. ]

legend_waitforit_dary

Good morning, Death City! Somewhere out there, I know that there's a special lady who combines these attributes in one flawless package.

1. Good in bed
2. Great in bed
3. Spectacular in bed
4. Searching for all of the above in a sexy love torpedo named Barney Stinson!

Ladies, especially Weapon ladies, send in your replies before they start pouring in too fast for me to keep track of.

Dudes. Dudes. Cock block at your own risk. Because I will make fun of you if you post here. It will be ruthless, cruel, dirty low-down mockery. You've been warned, gentlemen.

realimperfect

[ Death City, have a very defeated looking Re-l Mayer standing over a pot of charred, smoking... something.. It would seem that a little cooking adventure had taken place, and Re-l had failed miserably. Her windows are open but there is still some lingering smoke as she tries to scrape the dead meal off of the bottom of the pan, grimacing at what a wreck all of this was.

Well, let's just say her cooking isn't the best. Finally she puts the pan down and turns to address the network, looking rather disgusted with herself. ]

I've tried time and time again to cook a dinner that wasn't noodles before my shifts, and every time it ends up like this...

[ Oh, that's quite an ugly frown. ]

Would anyone be willing to, I don't know, teach me something when it comes to cooking? Is there some special skill or talent that makes people more or less able to cook?

shadow_star

[ 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

[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...]

armorbound

[When Alphonse finally starts to make his way back through Death City towards Casualty Communal to see what living quarters has in store. He's currently somewhere in the middle of the shopping district when he finally turns his communication device on, it's focus set on his large gunmetal gray chest plate and leather fingers that are curled around the edges of the mirrored device. He doesn't speak up at first, because a he's managed to earn quite a following as he makes his way down the street. Just over the clunking of his metal feet the hushed voices of those he passes closest to can easily be heard.]

Is that a robot?

Whoa - that guy is huge!

Mommy that thing is scary!

[Besides the part about being confused for a robot (what's a robot?) most of the whispers are things that by now he's quite used to hearing. He keeps moving and when he's gotten to the a section of streets where he recalls turning earlier with his tour group he stops and finally brings up the communication device towards his 'face'. His face of course being a giant metal helmet and he does his best to use his tone of voice to 'smile', because his face can't.]

Hello? I'm pretty sure I got this to work correctly and if that's true then other people should be able to hear me, right?

[His tone wavers just for a second with uncertainty, but after a brief pause he does his best to focus on the point of using this device.]

My name is Alphonse Elric and I'm hoping someone here might be familiar with anyone else from my world. I'm looking for my brother Edward. He's ...

[Haha describing Edward was always interesting, because let's face it most applicable adjectives were just short jokes waiting to happen.]

Well, let's just say you'd probably remember him if you've met him!

[The nervous laugh is pretty much a dead give away that he's trying to avoid listing any specific identifying features.]

I'd really appreciate being told any and all information you have about him or his whereabouts. Even if there's the chance that he's not here. [A thought which makes his voice take a much more worried tone.] Speaking of information! Does this place have a library? The tour ended before I had a chance to ask.

perfectorder

[greetings, Death City. it’s your wonderful current acting Shinigami gracing the screens of your communicators, and he has a very, very important announcement. seriously, look at that face. in the background, however, some may notice two girls, the taller one of which was just shaking her head.]

	Good morning. I hope that everyone is enjoying their day so far. However, there are two things I’d like to address with everyone. First. [holding up that abomination of a box of chocolates.] Excalibur, if this is your work again, you could at least leave me out of it. As such these are going directly into the trash. [really, what is with that particular chocolate? anyway, setting those aside to be trashed as stated.] Secondly, I could not help but notice how wrong some of these Valentine’s Day hearts have been. [holds up one. to the casual observer, nothing seems amiss, but Kid will be quick to point out the problem.] If you were to fold it like so, you can see that the halves do not evenly match with one another. [demonstrates. see that sliver of heart that goes over the other half? that’s like. barely noticeable? yeah that.] So as your current acting Shinigami, I thought it only proper if I should instruct everyone as to how to create a perfect heart by—

[ WHAM! Suddenly the door is kicked open and in stumbles Black☆Star, dragging Soul tenderly by the hand(?) ]

Kid! Kid! We got an announcement!

[ He almost gets blushy when he looks over at his BFF. ] ....you wanna tell him?

[Let it be known that Soul did not seem to mind this dragging at all. Heaven forbid, he might have even looked... happy. And not just in his usual Soul way. Like. Genuinely happy.

What is going on.

At the question, though, Soul squirms a bit (yep, squirms), fidgets, fails to make eye contact several times, then mumbles:]

No, you tell him.

But, Souuuuul... [ Black☆Star practically pouts, turning in the direction of the deathscythe before setting his hands on his shoulders. He stares deep and lovingly into his eyes. ] ...maybe if we sing it?

[this? this is a look of pure disgust and horror as Kid just stares at them.]

What the hell is wrong with you two? [and what the hell do they want to tell him? does he even want to know?]

[Wow, Black☆Star. Bro.

You’ve got such nice eyes.

BUT WAIT HE MUST NOT GET DISTRACTED.]

Fine! But you have to start!

[ Black☆Star spares a slightly annoyed glance toward Kid when he interrupts their ~*~broment~*~ ] There’s nothing wrong with us! We just finally realized something that’s been there all along.

[ He turns back toward Soul. ] You could say I’ve been SHOT THROUGH THE HEART [ begins the horrible, off key singing and he grabs Soul’s cheek to pinch it with the next lyric. ] And you’re to blame...

[...oh hell no. he could see where this was going. so while those two bro birds were distracted—]

Liz. Patti.

[guns will soon be in this young Shinigami’s hands, though his weapons were cracking up.]

[Of course, in pursuit of TRUE LOVE, Soul can’t be bothered to notice impending doom on their hands, right?

So now, in an equally off-tune voice, and complete with what he thinks is a totally intense Rockstar Stare, a pinch to Black☆Star’s cheek in return, and a grand sweep of his other hand in Death the Kid’s direction:]

...You give looooouuuuuve~ A BAD NAME!

I ….......um....uh.... [ Black☆Star comes to a dumbfounded pause as he tries to remember the rest of the words, looking to Soul as if they could bust out some dramatic and heartfelt duet. ]

[And that look just makes so much sense.

Forget the fact that they’ve both forgotten the lyrics, guys. THIS IS TRUE LOVE. As such, Soul’s giving his bestest bro ever a big smile, a Meaningful Nod, and then, as he turns back to Kid:]

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART--

[BANG BANG.

two shots, perfectly aimed right at their chests. the force behind it was enough to knock them back to the ground, and Kid just stood there with a deadpan look, the smoke still rising from the barrels of his twin demon pistols.]

Satisfied?

[well they did say "Shot through the heart".......]

[ooc: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY DEATH CITY. Brought to you by your loveable NPCs. Kid = black (or default); Black☆Star = blue, Soul = yellow. All of them will respond accordingly.]

skirtingdanger

[sometime during the late afternoon, another feed pops up on the network; this time Maka is on the air, with Soul tagging on right beside her, although it seems as if she's the one holding the device as they trek down Shibusen's impressively long staircase]

Hey, everyone-- Maka here, along with Soul- [she nods a little in his direction] -and we just got back from a mission we were sent on, which is why we had been absent for a while. Which-- I apologize on, especially after we heard what happened the past few days...

[Soul, in the meantime, is walking along in his usual fashion: hands in his pockets, jaw slack, wearing boredom the way he wears his clothes. He glances at his partner once, then looks back at the camera.]

Everyone all right? [A beat.] You better be.

[in response, Maka simply gives him one of those looks (that sort of frankness wasn't needed right now!), turning the camera a little more away from him]

-- What he means to say is, we hope everyone's all right, or at least is going to be. So if anyone ever needs anything or just wants to let us know what's up, give me a call, okay?

[Aww, c’mon, Maka, they don’t have to babysit, do they? -A-

Still, he’s breathing a sigh out of his mouth.]

Yeah, what she said. [Siiiigh.] And if anyone cares, we’re fine. [Obviously, his look seems to say. Since he’s a Deathscythe, aww yis.]

( ooc: both soul and maka will be tagging! )

perfectorder

I would like to thank everyone for their efforts these past few days. For many this was their first time to truly test themselves in the face of a foreign adversity in an even far more foreign world. For some it was your first real chance to test your resonance with your partner. This was by no means an easy battle, but even so I observed that every single person here showed some level of bravery and courage. In fact I am greatly humbled to be in the presence of so many who were willing to fight and even give their lives to protect this city and the people who inhabit it.

As we say time and again, none of you have to participate. But time and again many of you voluntarily put yourselves in the face of danger. Words are simply not enough to express my gratitude, but I thank you all the same.

Due to everyone's efforts during the rescue mission, we were able to bring back those who were taken, destroy the Moral Manipulation Machine and the kishin eggs, and eliminated two of the five witches. Considering the complexity of this mission and the fact we were up against five witches, to accomplish this much was no easy feat. But we were able to accomplish what we set out to do and more, and so I can say with great certainty that this was a successful mission.

[expression hardens a bit.]

But unfortunately, as with any war there not everyone came out unscathed. Many were injured, some more than others. Some suffered a traumatic experience that no one should ever face. [his eyes narrow as he recalls what the victims were put through. it sickened him.] We were also too late to save some of the civilians, and a number of our own agents lost their lives during the attack and during the mission.

...And it is with great regret to announce that one of our guests also lost his life during the mission—Ryuuji Keikain. To those who knew him, you have my condolences.

We always strive to bring everyone back alive, especially the guests. Unlike our agents, none of you were really trained or prepared for these kinds of missions. However, he will always be remembered for his bravery and be placed among the other agents who had also given their lives.

[he takes a moment to let the news sink in, to give a moment of reflection, before he speaks again.]

We still need to be cautious as we are currently in a vulnerable state. To those who are able, just remain vigilant as we continue the repairs and clean up of the city. All who are injured should not force themselves and instead focus on healing and regathering their strength. If you have yet to go to the clinic, do so now. Otherwise, just rest. All of you have been through enough—there's no need to push it any farther.

[rest. that actually sounded nice. when was the last time he rested? had he even slept? he should take his own advice but there were still things he needed to do, matters to be seen and dealt with. sleep can come later.]

It will take time for the wounds of both the people and the city to mend, but as we've shown time and time again, we are resilient. I may be the current acting Shinigami, but what makes Death City is not its leader—it is the people. I can only hope that one day I will actually be worthy of truly being this city's leader and as a Shinigami. Thus it is an honor to be working and fighting alongside everyone.

[his voice softens a bit, with just a touch of a sadness.]

I am sure my father would be very proud of everyone, just as I am.

So once again, I thank you.

soul_mods

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

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