YGGDRASIL COMMUNICATION NETWORK

six: private video.

purpletaint — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 08:21:57 GMT

[ For once, he has no ill humor to add to the tidings, and only sends messages to two users. ]

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[Private | Maximum Ride]

Were you at the party, love? What went on after the surprise? I was a little indisposed.

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[Private | Dai]

I was just checking in. Was that something planned or not at all? If the latter, did things turn out well? [ A tell enough that he missed the very end. ]

3.001 | voice + action

nebenmond — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 05:26:55 GMT

Voice;

I just wanted to say Thank— [ahahaha, snerking all around.]
... —thank— ...

[oh fuck it.]

Nevermind, I can't even say it.

Next time you want to host a party, just don't. [Your parties are too dangerous, Dai.]

Action;

[The loneliness the streets provide in Nuadoria is always refreshing. It's a hard cold reminder of what they're all doing there, what other have done, and what still others will be doing more than likely even once those currently present's time is up.

Heine's long given up on rhyme or reason for this place and there's no room for hope that this place can be saved even for those who wish to save it. It's dead, it's over, it's a shadow of a once grand place and nothing that is spoon fed to them does Heine believe as truth for a moment. They aren't heroes. None of them ever will be here, either.

He walks the streets by himself save for his one companion, the three-headed female Cerberus stalking beside him. Although there's no battle, there's enough danger in this city nowadays that one can't ever be too prepared and he's found that she is much more effective in battle against the native creatures than his own weapons with limited ammo.]

[ooc: so yeah if anyone wants to run into heine on the street feel free :Dc ]

三 text/voice.

tridented — Sat, 03 Dec 2011 06:05:41 GMT

[ you have: one unread text. read text message? ]

You are cordially invited to the celebration of Irie Shouichi's 26th birthday.

The festivities will begin on the 3rd of December at 1PM within the church. Do come to congratulate him on lasting a full twenty-six years- it's quite a feat.

A little bird told me about someone's special day.

[ ooc: EVERYONE WELCOME, bring your own food unless you want to be subjected to the truly villainous curry!! The church will actually be looking festive at this event, courtesy of Mukuro expending energy on truly pointless things.

Feel free to action log or whatever in this post!! ]

five: voice.

purpletaint — Thu, 06 Oct 2011 23:44:35 GMT

All right, now that the dust has settled, let's have a show of hands. Did we all have fun on our various tasks?

I know I did. Despite time slipping away all too soon. [ Ironically, enough. ]

Was anything interesting found?

[ At least something to amuse for awhile. Things have been quiet. ]

Angel, darling. Did you return in the end? I'd be so sad if you were still trapped down there.

.apophasis. .II.

redeify — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 22:42:46 GMT

Well.

[ what else can one say, really, in reflection of certain things. dai appears on the video feed, smiling thinly in the weird grungy light afforded by the all-too-familiar scenery of the run-down cathedral. in the dark, only barely revealed in shape by one filthy, washed-out window of unbroken glass, a handful of figures move sluggishly, their bare ribs jutting as nothing but bumpy shadows. chains rattle. dai pays them no mind, as always. he only has eyes for whoever might be watching him, out there on the network. ]

Please allow me to welcome you back from your long journey. I hope we haven't suffered an excess of casualties; while it's a matter of personal preference, I do like it better when you're more conservative with your grisly deaths. Being, as I am, unable to rescue you once you've gotten yourselves killed. Isn't it a horrible feeling, being helpless? I don't like it at all.

... Welcome home, nonetheless. And welcome to those of you who had just joined us. I hope our local residents are already at work making you feel as welcome as they once did, as fledglings in our modest family.

I have some news for you, by the way — a little good, and a little bad. Let's get the bad side of matters out of the way, so we can dwell on a more pleasant subject:

One of our new arrivals is hoping for the safe arrival of his sister, Rose Lalonde. Being honourable, I felt it was important that you know of its importance. I'm told that she speaks eloquently and favours a purple colour. If you should happen to find her, of course, I trust that all of you, being similarly honourable, will treat her well. [ he smiles sweetly. just barely in the frame, his left leg seems to jolt, a little — but closer inspection reveals something nudging at it, seeking his attention. a humanoid figure, nudging their skull against his thigh. he doesn't acknowledge it with a glance, but his hand strays down to pet its hair. ]

... Onto better news, then.

Please welcome me back into the fold, residents and magisters alike. I have busily spread my territory in your absence, that I could surprise you all with something nice on your return! I hope you'll rejoice with me. Perhaps we should all celebrate? Hasn't it been a long time since we all did something nice together? With this big Cathedral here, wouldn't it be wasteful not to take advantage?

[ all figures have, at some point, stopped their rustling. their heads are turned to the feed, and even if their eyes can't be seen, there's little doubt that they share the same pointed gaze as dai. ]

... Should I insist?

(ooc: I'm really sorry for being so late with this! I've had a sluggish couple of weeks, but I should buck up now. there'll be more details posted on the ooc tomorrow regarding dai's territory-grab and its related consequences.)

01 ♔ accidental audio->video

singingalleluia — Sun, 11 Sep 2011 22:36:59 GMT

[The first sound you hear is—a sort of wet rustle, actually. How odd. But it's punctuated by a thin whine after a moment—canine?—and then more staticky sounds and shuffling.

Then the image clicks on. And if you guessed "dog's tongue" for the licking sounds, you were right—because there's a closeup of it.

But the object of said affections and owner of this device, a small old man—no, wait, that's a young man with white hair—begins to stir. (There's also a... golden ball with a tail and wings(?!) of grapefruitish size that gets displaced in the process, hovering over him in a concerned sort of fashion.) Scuffed looking, some bandages on him, and sporting quite the fashionable prisoner's uniform—er, a long white tunic, that is. Quite the old and very odd sort of scar jagging down his face, too, with the pentagram on his brow. That left arm looks a little—odd, too. Red like dried blood in color with strange stripe and kunai tattoos winding up his shoulder, looking almost plated and armorlike in his hand.

But pardon him, he's looking utterly baffled at being woken up by the large white dog panting with a slack sort of smile at him.] Ah—

[You know, it's quite possible those rather large silvery eyes can't get any wider.]

—hi there. [But um. Just. Rolling with it and patting the dog on the head out reflex seems as good an idea as any. ~~Erm, alright then.~~

But beginning to slowly stand (lurching for a moment, like he's off balance—or feverish) and look around, the colors drains from his face. Tense, nervous, eyes flicking quickly to his surroundings (tombstones. church nearby), then lifting his right wrist to blink at the silver bracelet (it seems) there.

—then realizing the new (familiar) weight on his ear when he last remembered there being none.

And there's a marked shift in his expression at that. The flare of shock for a moment, breath caught, but then swallowing hard and quieting, mouth drawing somber and serious. Sobered, he carefully (so carefully) raises a hand to touch the wireless device on his ear.

It's not quite terse, but it's the flatter sort of tone one would adopt with a captor. Stiff. But uncertain.] —Hello?

[But no reason not to have manners when one's just been kidnapped.]

[Quiet, steely, meticulously measured manners.]

First Scratch - Text

strideonstrider — Tue, 06 Sep 2011 13:59:45 GMT

alright so Rose are you out here
if youre stalling me i will lay the smackdown like a quarterback in the ring
answer me if you can
and i dont believe this welcome shit for a second
bring on the horrors because youre going to anyways
might as well get this out of our systems before doing anything else
whats with this crow by the way
it keeps following me where ever i go
like im some piper calling up an army of retarded feathery freaks
what ow shit ow
stop that
i am not
fjdsffkk ow ow ow
will you be happy if i didnt say that
fine
this is me retracting that statement so you can quit imitating the birds
shit is getting real here
someone answer me already

video.

blonde_neophyte — Sat, 30 Jul 2011 07:51:31 GMT

I need some volunteers for a surveillance mission to the casino.

Nothing but a investigation at the moment. We won't be hanging around if we find anything nasty. I'd still prefer people with combat training if possible.

Meet me at the docks if you're interested. Weapons and equipment will be supplied.

01.1 Data Base Entry :: Voice

undeify — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 01:05:38 GMT

[An audible sigh. Those who have known Caim for a while may notice his personality seems to have changed. His words are cold, stiff, and short.]

It seems I will be your information provider, instead of Lilith, temporarily due to unfortunate circumstance.

But, first: I do hope at least some of you plan to investigate that... noise coming from the Entertainment District. It must be rather... unpleasant to listen to.

EVENT; ???

expergisci — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 18:38:26 GMT

It's been rather quiet as of late, however, that won't last long. You'll begin to hear strange noises coming from the casino district. It sounds like a nightmare you can't wake up from—with each passing moment, the screams, cries, sobbing of people seem to become more and more real, and you can't seem to block it out.

You may consider heading over there to find out what's going on, even if it's so you can get a decent night's sleep.

((ooc; check out the ooc post here!))

1; action/video

blackarmored — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 04:06:06 GMT

What manner of magic is this?

[In the feed, there is a silver-haired elf in black armor. He is apparently speaking to the air around him, seeking an answer. His tattoos pulse faintly, a pale blue in his mounting frustration. His voice growls out each word, equal parts suspicion and anger. He does not have the look of one who has an unlimited supply of patience. He mutters something indistinguishable under his breath, before continuing.]

I have been here several hours, long enough to tire of whatever game this is. Declare yourself, mage! Do not hide in the shadows like a coward.

001 ♬ voice

fallintomylies — Tue, 12 Jul 2011 20:05:52 GMT

I must say, this is quite the predicament.

[he sounds tired, as one would after that arrival ordeal. the combined sensations are, in a way, familiar. unpleasant, yes, but familiar. at the very least, he hopes he won’t be sporting a headache for days after this.]

The doors are locked.. Where is the key, I wonder?

--Ah. [an unseen smile, and a pleased tone.] The sound is rising once again.

[there’s a lilt to it, curious, almost amused. a moment of silence, and then, with a small laugh:]

Good morning.

((ooc: ~~OKAY THAT'S IT FOR NOW. /sleeps~~ okay leaving tags for now. will get back to them in a few hours!))

Voice 1.00

sospital — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 19:37:51 GMT

[the feed is just dull white noise at first before the owner finally speaks. Her voice is hesitant, unsure if she wants to know the answer to the question she's about to ask.

Taking a deep breath, however, she bites the bullet and manages to force the words out of her mouth.]

...Is everyone okay?

[What if they're not, though? What if-- oh, she can't think about that now.]

PLANE-SHIFT END.

expergisci — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 21:48:16 GMT

"This is all that I will do for you."

The voice echoes in your ears, sounding so close at first and then far too long a distance to even be hearing it at all. It's replaced by a buzzing sound (the sound of ice starting to crack, perhaps?) and then there is a clear shatter that is as painful to your head as it is deafening to your ears.

Some of you may collapse to your knees, while others will be able to remain standing. Either way, you close your eyes tight, the pain momentarily unbearable and then—

Silence.

Opening your eyes, you seem to have returned to Nuadoria in its most normal state. It's almost a welcoming sight after all the troubles you've been through, isn't it?

Too bad things are now a little too quiet, suggesting that while things are "fine" for now, it may be that something new is waiting beyond the horizon and slowly approaching.

/END PLANE SHIFT.

one; video, voice, action.

usagggiiii — Fri, 01 Jul 2011 23:14:19 GMT

Oh?

So you believe this Caim will help you? That he is kind of heart, that he is partial towards us, that he has the sort of disposition that is to our advantage?

How naive. Pathetic. Pitiful.

Tell me, Caim. What will you do for us?

二 video

cannibar — Wed, 29 Jun 2011 00:57:26 GMT

[ Even though there had been no word from Itachi for the passing weeks (His own company only being himself. The lose of Sasuke as well as numerous comrades. It's a odd sensation that he had felt; a series of attachment and dependency when their own physical beings were not guaranteed to stay in place, a idiotic presumption that they would.) he clicks on the device.

His back against a wall, but the darkness that aims to flood the undead city doesn't threaten to cover up his own appearance. -- But the small device around his wrist fails to direct itself at his face. Perhaps it's for the best.

He's...tired. For the most part.

There is blood, somewhere, however. But more-so than that, there is more evidence that Itachi had just awoken. It's cold, he notices, and it irritates him as much as the lack of being unable to predict the sudden events.

And it's then that he starts to speak. ] ...That woman. -- An illusion, perhaps. [ The doubt is heavy in his voice.

A beat. ]

It appears I was not the only witness.

The object, I assume, was also envisioned by others than myself?

[ PRIVATE | Caim. ]

[ There is some coldness in his voice.

Not enough to be hateful or give any indication of disdain, but enough to give the impression of Itachi being annoyed. ]

Should I allow myself to inquire, or would providing an answer be too much of a challenging feat for you?

[ PRIVATE | Caim. ]

二; video

tridented — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 06:54:25 GMT

What a thoroughly depressing atmosphere, don't you think? It's almost enough to drive a man mad.

[ through the darkness- a gleam of white, teeth bared in a sharp smile, before there is a brief moment of dizzying vertigo as the screen shifts. fingers splayed over a barely visible jawline, a face half obscured by something dark and slick sluicing down his cheek in rivulets. ]

...but what does it matter, in the company of madmen? The lovely Nuadoria surely holds no concern for the state of its inhabitants' mental well-being.

[ from somewhere off screen, mukuro laughs, and twists. there is a sickening crack, followed by the sound of something dropping to the ground. ]

Or perhaps it believes us better off dead.

[ click. ]

001 ♘ audio

instrumented — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 06:41:27 GMT

[The feed opens to a thick silence. To say he's had a rough existence, and very likely been at the worst he's ever experienced during his long stay, here, is an understatement. For now, Zero is going to appreciate (for lack of a better term) his sanity. Never again.

He sounds embittered, although, in truth, there likely is more fatigue in his tone than ire, and it seems to refuse to completely dissipate, no matter how many (fitful) hours of sleep he has managed. Nevertheless, he continues to keep what other, darker and more self-deprecating, sentiments he has regarding these recent events under careful, well-practiced control.]

To think that I'd consider the collapse of this damned place as preferable, over whatever just went down.

[A humorless smirk edges the remark. He sounds as though he's resting his head on his arms, as touch muffled, lying somewhere. The cynicism simmers down, however, when he next speaks.]

I know I wasn't the only one to see that woman.

[ PRIVATE : CAIM ]

[He's been needing to speak with you since before this shit happened, bro. It may even be obvious in his tone.]

Caim. I know you're around here somewhere.

[ /private ]

four: video.

purpletaint — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 05:16:37 GMT

[ For the first time since he's arrived, video reveals the clever little instigator that's been playing his hand around the city. But whether or not the white-haired child is a surprise, it's soon clear that this video is not planned. The angle is off, revealing him from a upward angle, his hand clutched at his side.

The boy's eyes are wide, struck with some kind of emotion, pressed with too much helplessness. Here lies an entity that could rise to deity with effort; an immortal that could don the mantel of devil and demon with less. And here is what cannot be, and it shows in his face. What is before him is spoke as impossible--an absolute denied utterly.

He moves forward, takes only a step; his voice is cracked, childlike, nearly unrecognizable from his normal tones-- ]

...Rubedo?

[ And then light flashes in his eyes, purple and magenta lighting the orbs in a luminescent flare, and something unknown crosses his mien.

There's a moment, thick and heavy, and then the boy starts to giggle.

The sound continues, dissonant and maddening, rising in pitch and volume until the laughter is the only thing heard. Here, now--it could be confused with sobs.

With no warning, the feed stops. ]

[ ooc: this is continued HERE if you want to interact, or just reply here for insanity. ^_^; ]

001. video

absolute_npc — Sun, 26 Jun 2011 19:27:43 GMT

[A (surprisingly cheerful) man shows up on the video screen, and although it's safe to assume he's somewhere around the current area, it's impossible to where.]

Well, well. It's been a while, hasn't it? Welcome to Niflheim, I was sure I'd saw the last of you all with the city collapse. [He laughs.] My mistake, though.

What resilience!

Now, how is it that so many of you have ended up here at once? I do say I have my suspicions, but let's save those until I've heard from all of you, hm? Perhaps you all saw something right before waking up here...

[He pauses, mulling over whether he should add a few more words.]

...For the sake of any newcomers, let's pretend we've all never met before this, shall we? My name is Cthulhu. And yours is...?

VIDEO.

it_was_the_best — Thu, 23 Jun 2011 18:12:01 GMT

[The Doctor is frowning at the screen, thoughtfully.]

Does anyone remember...dying? A illusion, clearly. But was it a mass -

[He stops, looking at something off screen.]

This place is pulling things from my mind. Giving it shape, like the gestalt. Must be.

[His voice is carefully steady, like he's willing what ever it is away.]

Log 003 [Video]

lolwhatfuture — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 23:46:36 GMT

[There is a healthy amount of clicking and scuffling. She'd fallen on her ass in the transition, of course, and is still gathering her wits after very much not having them. She's pretty rumpled-looking as well, and caked in dried blood.]

Ugh, at the rate this place goes I don't think my head'll ever stop spinning.

[There's quiet for a moment; she owes a few people one hell of an apology, but where to start?]

Is this...hell?

[A cough in the mist, and then a disgruntled groan.]

'Cause it's really damp. Not to be all borderline selfish or anything, but I better not be the only damned one here.

[/End transmission]

[OOC: Albedo-mun, if you would like to continue their log I'd be more than happy to backtag~]

001. voice

armagus — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 23:34:26 GMT

[He is clearly annoyed when his voice transmits through the communicators, not having heard from anyone else. But, he knows they're out there, either waiting to see if someone will try the communicators first before them or just barely coming to consciousness at the moment (he just woke up himself).]

Can anyone tell me what the hell just happened?

EVENT END. PLANE-SHIFT BEGIN.

expergisci — Wed, 22 Jun 2011 16:40:46 GMT

The invisible timer stops ticking and for a moment everything is still.

But it's when that mass of dark red opens itself up, swallowing the entirety of Nuadoria, including the sky. It's one final moment of now unbearable pressure, unbearable hallucinations, your mind being pushed and pulled, stretched too thin while trying to break you. It's sickening, leaving you crumbled to the floor and each second it feels more and more like you're going to die before finally everything goes black and you see no more.

You feel panicked, experiencing a chaos around you suddenly that you have never seen. That same mass of mist that finally did you in is present, people running around screaming and pleading for help when there is none.

You suddenly are compelled to run, too, although not in the direction of exiting the city. Somewhere, somewhere deep down and protected is where you end up, just in time to see a young woman in white break something that you somehow know isn't meant to be broken.

"—don't!" Is that you calling out? You speak a name you can't even remember. It doesn't matter, you're too late and the woman slowly turns to look at you with cold hatred before drawing her rapier at your presence.

You want to speak again, but the words get stuck in your throat and you have no time to swallow because suddenly the blonde is charging and takes a deadly swing at you.

The hit never comes and the image fades.

When you awake, you'll find yourselves somewhere else, a cold and dark version of the city. Low mist covers the ground and while some may be familiar with it, others... well, others will be in for quite a surprise.

This is the Abode of Mists.

OOC: Your characters will be experiencing a rare plane shift where Niflheim is accessible to both the living and the dead. You will find everything the same in layout, but it's forever dark and cold. No sky, just a void of blackness. Now that you're here, what do you do?

Everyone has returned to a normal state as no zones exist here. That includes the people selected to be influenced differently and go crazier than the rest of the group (you're cured!.

Your objective: Find a way out of this plane by seeking out the ruler of this domain.

ETC. (No power limit here), Mist/Fog here does not affect threshold levels of characters, it's just plain mist, watch out for roaming childs (monsters) as they make this place most often their home.

OOC POST: Don't forget to read :D!

001. [voice.]

pseudism — Mon, 20 Jun 2011 23:28:12 GMT

... It's harder to sleep, lately. With all that sound.

You've all become lively.

[ it'd be easy to construe the words alone as expressing distaste, but giovanni just sounds a little pleased about it, if anything. it's always nice when something different happens.

one gun taps against his thigh rhythmically. the metal clicks when he flicks his fingers over it, and while there's something very eager in it... it's controlled, as well. it's patient, like always. but he has been waiting, and it's not as patient as it could be.

his shoes sound wet on the underneath when they scrape across the ground. ]

I thought we wouldn't get any more days like this. Since the world 'repaired' itself.

... Hahah, I shouldn't have worried. But this is something new — for this world, at least.

For me, it's a little nostalgic.

[ very familiar. the sound of the torment on the network, of people slowly unravelling. losing their minds in such a similar way. will they all die, as well? will it last long enough for that?

there's a shift in the cadence of sound when he straightens, cocking his gun. the whole mood shifts to something rather more focused and intent. ]

It's a relief. Having something to do.

[ ooc: please forgive me, I may not be able to tag back properly until tomorrow! ]