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[This is Kenzi outside her apartment building in the early hours of the morning, walking and talking while occasionally looking down at the camera on her phone. Even in the dim lighting one would notice her hair is significantly lighter, not quite her natural blonde but almost.]

Who wants to play a game of good news, bad news? No one? Too bad.

Bad news, I went home. Good news, I'm back.

Bad news, I'm definitely dead back home and in Hel. Good news, I saved the world and Hel happens to be a giant hotel that provides anything and everything one could ever want. Bad news, I can never leave, aside from coming back here, or see anyone I care about ever again. Good news, I get as much Nutella and Belgian waffles I could ever want. Bad news, some creepy person calls me at the same time very day and just breaths a little on the other end before hanging up. Like, seriously what is up with that? [Wait, that doesn't sound much like a hell of any sort.]

Oh, I almost forgot to mention the closet full of one-of-a-kind couture dresses that are all tailored specifically for me. [She grins and stops to pan down and show off one such dress. That skirt is looking a little short there, Kenzi.] How gorgeous is this dress? Ugh, I love it!

[She releases the comm to look for her key, expecting the comm to just float there for a moment. Instead it falls to the ground with a clatter, landing face down so everything goes dark for anyone watching but it's clearly still one because Kenzi mutters a few choice words before picking it up and turning it off.]

video | 001

May. 5th, 2015 08:53 pm
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[personal profile] thinhammer
[ The feed opens with the uncomfortably close view of a tan nose and one dark nostril, and then the owner leans back to reveal more of his face; bright blue eyes, messy blonde hair, three whisker shaped marks down both of his cheeks... He gives the camera a stumped look. ] Uhh- [ Just as he opens his mouth to speak, the feed suddenly swishes upwards to grace the network with the view of his ceiling, and after crying out a loud "Come on!" hands appear to rearrange his set up. For a brief moment there's a flash of some upside down instant noodle cup that he was obviously using as a stand, and then the feed is focused on his face again. ]

Alright, are ya done now, little box? If I gotta prop you up one more time I'm gonna throw you out the window, so you better behave, y'know! [ Enough talking to the device, Naruto, talk to the network instead. ] Hey. I'm.... Naruto. [ He squints and scratches his face; he's not used to talking to boxes, so it's an understatement to say he's a little awkward about this exchange. ] ...In Konoha we use birds to send messages -- like, carrier hawks and stuff -- but even then I usually just find whoever I wanna talk to if I have to tell 'em somethin'.... and I've never even seen one of these things- [ He gestures at the camera; waving his hand blindly at the screen. ] -before, so uh.. this is kinda weird.

[ He sighs like his words are apology he's reluctant to give, and then settles his arms folded behind his head to assume a thinking pose. He's been told to introduce himself to the network using this little magic box, but... where to begin? His story is a long one, and despite usually being so intent on sharing it with others, now he finds himself little lost for words. After all, these people won't know what a Hokage is, or what an honor it is to be a Leaf ninja... They might not even know what a ninja is! ]

I come from the Land of Fire. I know you guys don't know where that is 'cause it doesn't exist anywhere near Am-ri-ka... [ An excellent attempt, Naruto, but it might have been better if your attempt had sounded anything like the word it was intended to. ]... but I've been told it's kinda like your Japan? Anyways, I'm a ninja of the Leaf village there, and one day I'm gonna be the leader of that village. Just as soon as I get back home and straighten everythin' out. I got some promises to keep.

[ He pauses for a second, then his face splits in a grin. He can't help it. How can he be sad when he's thinking of home and all the faces that will be so happy to see him when he gets back? ] It's still kinda hard to believe this isn't genjutsu, y'know. Except genjutsu is usually pretty awful, and this place isn't so bad. I got a job and stuff to do, and one of my team mates even lives close by! [ A look flashes across his face, a twitch playing at the corner of his mouth... then his voice grows firm and his eyes sparkle with defiance. ] It'd be better if all my friends were here, but that's okay. I'll be back with 'em soon.

In the mean time, I guess we're all in this together, so if anyone ever needs me, I'll be around y'know!
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[personal profile] bestversion
Is hurting someone the only way of getting the job done? Wolverine said pain goes around -- it's a circle. If you protect others, you have to take on their pain to protect them . . .

but is that the only way? I admit I am . . . scared. Of getting hurt. I fought a dragon and I was scared because . . . well for a lot of reasons.

But then the dragon died and people lived and that's a happy ending.

. . . Isn't it?
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[personal profile] darkpants_warmfeeling
[This one’s a fair bit longer than Jacob’s previous posts, and he’s not much for speeches, so he’s typing it out. It’ll be easier for people to review later, that way.]

Hey, this is Jacob Taylor. I know we’re still recovering from the Flare, but I’ve got a proposal for all of you. A chance to do some good.

Maurtia Falls has a crime problem. The streets aren't safe, the black market is booming, and the cops just look the other way. Everyone knows it, and I know some imPorts are already trying to help out there. What I've got is a plan for taking it to the next level. It’s called Operation Archangel.

cut for details )

If you believe the hype, there was a time when heroes here didn’t care whether you worked with the government or not. No Registration, no politics: just people who wanted to help, and did. They changed the whole country for the better. People loved them for it.

I say we treat Operation Archangel as a chance to bring those days back. To show everyone that we can help people without an emergency call from the government or a leash on our necks. Our mission, our terms, on our own initiative. Standing up to the bad people, the way heroes are supposed to.

That’s about it. If you've got questions, now’s the time. If you’re in, let me know. And if you've been fighting crime in Maurtia Falls, I’ll take any information you've got.

[ooc: regarding this plot! Sign-ups will remain open all month if anyone wants to jump in late. The log will be posted Saturday or Sunday this weekend.]
fridgeflower: (my conception was shady at best)
[personal profile] fridgeflower
Do you think that it's possible for people to be inherently bad? Not all the way, necessarily, but like maybe there's a bigger chance of messing up if you come from something bad, or like you've got some kind of latent seed planted deep that could burst someday.

I don't think that's true, if you look at it objectively. It still makes me really nervous sometimes, though, so I wonder if some part of me thinks it's a real possibility. I can't shake it off, so I get frustrated with myself sometimes.

I'm sure other people must feel like that. I'm sorry if you do.
resipiscent: (well...)
[personal profile] resipiscent
Is it weird to ask for... advice here? I know this is a public forum, so don't feel pressured into answering or anything. I've just been thinking, and has anyone... you know, kind of managed to reform themselves from an awful person? Doesn't matter whether at home or here, I don't care about the details. I'm just curious.

And, I guess this is my real question, but after you stopped being awful, did the people you were awful to forgive you? Or did they just not want to see you ever again? Were you able to become friends?

Sorry. I'm just kind of wondering what the usual turnout for this kind of thing is. Guess it depends on the situation.


Mar. 11th, 2015 10:46 pm
gowild: (030)
[personal profile] gowild
...guess I should figure out how this thing works, huh.

[That's what you hear just as the video comes on to show a man who... looks a little like if a grizzly bear turned into a person. The truth is, Uvo's been in town for a few days - so he's lacking the utter confusion of a complete newbie - but he hasn't been at his residence the whole time. Gotta get that last bit of freedom before he settles in, after all. Which means some people may have spotted him roaming about less inhabited spaces in the city the past couple of days, since he's, well, massive and hard to miss. But in any case, he's here now! Peering into the camera, frowning a little. Something seems to occur to him.]

Anyone ever figure out why they make these phones so damn small? The ones back home were just as bad-- worse, even. How's a guy supposed to keep in touch with anybody on this thing? Flimsy, too.

[well, now that that's out of the way-]

Ah... anyway, since I'm new and all, someone familiar with Nonah wanna point me in the direction of where they keep the entertainment? Maybe a good bar... no, definitely a good bar. It just seems like this city doesn't see the kinda fun some of the others do.

[Speaking specifically about Heropa and its recovering-from-terrorists state... yeah. Fun.]

Yeah, that's all.
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[personal profile] villainously
( Hook is still having trouble running his tablet. he barely learned how to use his talking (cell) phone before he landed here. suffice to say different technology is not favoring him better. he's had some time to practice. . . not a lot to do when he's been in the hospital since he arrived. he isn't sure how long, it had been a bit of a disorienting experience to be in and out of consciousness as parts of his body grew back.

he's glad to be out. hospitals aren't any fun. even if this time around he wasn't handcuffed to the bed, and no blonde saviors showed up to press on his wounds.

(actually he would have been happy enough to see her he wouldn't have cared if she broke a rib or two.)

the question is, so, now what? and he honestly isn't sure of the answer. this network is supposed to help him connect with other 'imports' like himself, so maybe they can give him guidance. he isn't generally one to favor asking for aide if he can help it, he just has little options to the alternative. he'll suffer it for a good cause. )

I'm sure this has been asked before,
but is there a way to contact where we're from?

( he won't call it home. that idea hurts a little too much. and he has just experienced the pain of a heart growing back, he's good on pain for awhile. )

if I'm stuck here,
then at least I could tell those who might care not to worry.

( he doesn't know what he'd say exactly, yet. but if there's a way. . . he's got to say something. )
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[personal profile] cigarchomping
[ Those lurking the comm the afternoon of March 9th will spot Jolly Jonah himself staring near aimlessly into the camera. The man is sitting on a brown recliner, and he's tired. It not hard to tell, especially given the pile of paper that can be seen just out of the frame and the fact that there are at least 8 stogies in the ash tray next to him. He's got a new one in his mouth right now, actually!

But still, for as tired as he looks, you'd never guess that by the way he speaks. While most new imPorts have a reputation for being rather displeased with being so rudely yanked from their homes, JJ's overall demeanor is...surprisingly pleasing. So much so, that he begins speaking at a mile a minute as soon as the video turns on. ]

Well, it's about damn time somebody recognized my heroics! Looks like whoever's doing the import thing is finally makin' some steps in the right direction, eh? I mean, just reading about some of the weirdos you've brought in before me? Glad to see you're starting to pick out some upstanding citizens like myself!

[ He taps his cigar against the ashtray next to him, getting rid of the excess ash. Some gets on the arm of the chair, but J.J. doesn't flinch at that. ]

In fact, I recommend that whoever is running this damn thing pick out my son next! John Jameson, real American hero, that one! Don't bring in my wife, though. Lord knows that I could barely stand her back in New York, can't deal with all the friggin' nagging she'd do down here.

[ Suddenly, his entire demeanor changes. He now speaks to the camera head-on, dissuading any need for tangents. He's large and in charge and everybody has to know. ]

You can call me J. Jonah Jameson! Why am I telling you this, you might ask? Well, maybe if you stopped askin' so many damn questions in the first place and let someone with intelligence speak, I could tell you! Anyway, point is, that is a name you ingrates are gonna be hearing a lot from now on. See, back where I come from, I was a pretty big deal! Nobody wanted to mess with the likes of me!

So, for all of the so-called "vigilantes" out there? There's a new hero in town and the only superpower he needs is the power of the press!

001. video.

Mar. 9th, 2015 04:02 pm
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[personal profile] unhidden
Uh, hey. Sup.

( Tara is sitting, cross legged, addressing the device, and offers a half wave. She's looking a little worse for wear, as might potentially happen during a... zombie apocalypse, jeans torn and her flannel shirt looking like it should maybe be cleansed with fire rather than washed. )

Okay, so this whole blogging-slash-vlogging community thing is neat, I guess. I kinda missed the internet. But, you know, I was hoping there would maybe be some cat videos or something.

( Ah, the sweet notes of gentle sarcasm. )

This seems more like-- man, this isn't even Facebook, this definitely is givin' off some MySpace vibes. It's kinda... I mean, I'm just waiting for some autoplay bubblegum pop nightmare. I mean, nobody deserves shit that screwed up, right?

( Right? C'mon, you know you agree. Tara glances down at her hands, shakes them out and rests them on her legs. Her smiles fades a little, brow creasing, and by the time she looks back to the camera it's gone completely. )

Listen, you gotta get a whole lot of these-- ( she waves her hand idly. These posts, you know? )

Anyway, there are people I was with before I wound up here, and I need to get to them. Help keep 'em safe, annoy them with dumb jokes, y'know. So, uh, Maggie, Glenn, Rosita, Eugene-- Abraham? Team GREATM, we need to regroup. It's not much of a 'Team' with just the 'T,' right?

( A moment of hesitation, any fragment of bravado slipping away. ) There's others, too.

( But she wasn't with them when the firetruck was heading back to the church, so it's less likely they'd be here, she's pretty sure. She's looking calm, though the giant puppy eyes of oh God where are my people are becoming more and more apparent. Her puppy eyes were almost, but not quite, listed as one of her powers. )

If you can give me a heads up, thanks in advance. And if anyone knows any decent pizza places in Mauritia Falls, give me a heads up. I owe this Jaime jackass a meal, figured I better make it a decent one.

So, I dunno. T-T-Y-L, or something.

( And she leans in to cut the feed. )


Mar. 5th, 2015 09:09 pm
capriciousrevolt: (I got what you want; it just don't stop)
[personal profile] capriciousrevolt
[ The video shows Ash's face from a rather distinctive selfie sort of angle. Briefly, he brings up one hand to wiggle his fingers at his audience. When he speaks, his accent is distinctly French, ] Good evening, all you people desperately in need of serious therapy. I'm new here, and starting to come up with some personal theories about my situation. Did I die? Is that it?

Since I'm in random alternate dimension America, it must be that I've died or my promoter betrayed me terribly since there's so many gauche, noisy examples of humanity around. I'm in my own personal Hell, and it's unfair because I really didn't deserve this.

Heh, maybe. There's nothing to be done at this late date. 'Burn it all down' doesn't seem like much of a solution. We're the good guys here. [ Laughing like he thinks he's funny, he idly toys with his hair. ]

Down to business. Entertainment. I'm in the market for it. Off the books would be interesting, but nothing illegal. Favorite bars, best restaurants, no holds barred underground fight clubs... whatever. I just don't want to be bored. No one wants me bored.
databoner: (Isolated Warrior)
[personal profile] databoner
[Oh look, a new post on the imPort communicator! Although this time, there seems to be no ID attached to the post, it's entirely anonymous. It's pretty late at night on the 25th, surely some people will be up.]


How safe do you really think you are?

Warning: Picture heavy under the cut )

[OOC: Aaaand Inumuta is currently infected with the Hornet's Mind Clone of Miguel Rodriguez right now! So he's not exactly himself at the moment. Right now, Inumuta's doing the whole anonymous schtick, but if any hackers/people capable of tracking him down do any digging whatsoever, they'll find him. He's intentionally not covering his tracks as well as he could have because as a Hornet, he isn't shying away from any jabs he can get at Imports.

So, action is possible, but please try to coordinate with other players in this! Feel free to threadjack, whatever!

Side note: Please forgive my typos, and I'm sorry for the poor choice in pictures for some characters, if I used a picture you don't like and want a new one, send me a link. Also also, I will update this post with a few more characters once I hear back from a few people to get their final approval from my plotting post.

001; Video

Feb. 7th, 2015 02:13 pm
notyourfathersosborn: (Anything for May)
[personal profile] notyourfathersosborn
[The feed starts, showing Normie sitting out on the balcony of his residence. He's dressed in a beige t-shirt over a green long-sleeved shirt, and his wavy brown hair (the signature Osborn look) slightly mussed. ...Did something on his shoulder just move? Nah, just your imagination, 'cos it's not now. Normie gives a little lopsided smile to the camera.]

Hey there. [Small wave.] My name’s Norman Osborn, and uh, according to my file I'm apparently a genealogist now. Well, "Family Genealogy Researcher," but I'm pretty sure that's the same thing. I don't think anyone seeing this will really need one, but honestly I don't know too much about genealogy so I'd appreciate any help anyone can give, even if it's just pointing me in the direction of the nearest library. Oh right, I'm in Nonah, so that would be the library there.

[He leans over to turn off the feed, then suddenly stops and resumes his original position.]

Before I forget, I'm looking for the location of the nearest junkyard, or maybe a pawn or thrift store that might have some broken electronics I can take off their hands. I'm also looking to buy some welding equipment. I need them for...

[For a fraction of a second, there's a crazed smile stretched across the young Osborn's face. However, just as quickly as it comes, it's gone, replaced by the lopsided grin that had been there all along.]

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[personal profile] daughteroftheoriginal
[The video feed starts, and May moves the communicator a bit so there’s a better view of her, clear sky in the background. Perfectly normal teenaged girl. The ID reads simply May Parker.

What’s not so obvious is that is that she’s on top of a roof somewhere.]

Hi. I can’t say I’m exactly terrified, but I’m guessing that’s because shock hasn’t hit yet from the whole ‘kidnapped to another dimension’ thing. Even if it does have hovercars for everyone. I guess that’s cool? [She doesn’t look like she’s completely behind that statement, though.]

I’m May, by the way. I don’t know what sort of questions I should be asking, but I’ve got the feeling anything I really need to find out, I’ll find out soon enough.

[Hopefully. There’s enough confidence in her voice that she doesn’t sound completely lost and confused. In the meantime, she’s going to be on this side of anxious about everything at home; being dragged to another dimension was really not what she needed going on in her life.]

So! Different question: I heard people are brought here from all sorts of other dimensions, so do the Avengers or Fantastic Five ring any bells?
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[personal profile] ktfod
[Feed's on an to many, there's Akihiko there, standing infront of a mirror in what looks like a- grungy as hell, dark public bathroom. The sort of bathroom that casts everything in yellow and it's hard to say if it's the lightning in the place or just- the walls having been caked with something you don't want to know anything about.

But otherwise, it looks like a boy. Late teens, shirtless, fit. Grey, short hair, grey eyes- but the most eye catching thing is the blood down his nose and the swollen skin under his right eye. Blood even more so trailing down the side of his face from what- looks like a long slit cut open in his face along his brow. Anyone that's been hit hard enough knows the cut was probably put there on purpose. Better to drain the blood.]

[He's leaning in, using his tattoo to activate video in the mirror. Audio would've worked two but it really didn't matter. He leans to clean up his face a bit, grabbing his own jaw, taking a look at his teeth.]

I was reminded of something. [Breath heavy, still dripping in sweat. There's bandages on his hands, red seeping through at the knuckles.] I'm not sure if anyone's said anything about it yet. I really haven't been looking.

But the lightning before. [A sigh, looking a little annoyed. With good reason, that whole- ordeal was really annoying.] It wasn't just some storm. It was artificial. I figured it was a good idea to say something but it only just struck me now. Not only wasn't it artificial, but when it was happening- I-

[Stands up again, a thoughtful look on his mostly blank and battered face. He holds a cloth under his nose before lowering it and looking down at it.] I knew when it'd happen next, when it'd strike, what days.

It was like it was all planned out. Does anyone else know anymore?

[A pause, staring for a moment. Oh right.]

I guess there's been new arrivals too. Welcome. [He guesses.] You can call me Sanada.


Feb. 2nd, 2015 09:45 pm
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[personal profile] runout
[ As the feed cuts on, there's an extreme closeup of Minho's eye, and he squints at this camera, like it's some sort of great mystery. After a few moments he hands the communicator to someone else, and sits back in his chair, sitting upright, hands resting regally on the armrests. He looks like he's about to say something of great important, but instead--

He turns his head and coughs feebly into his hand for a good ten seconds.

Placing his other hand over his chest, Minho stares off to the side for a moment, a pained look on his face. Finally he turns back to face the camera, chin held high, voice strong despite the earlier coughing fit. He sounds distinctly un-Minhoish.

There is no easy way for me to say this. Without the aid of some powerful magician, I am not long for this world.

[ There's a pause. Almost a hope that someone will step forward with an "a powerful magician, you say? Well funny you should mention that, because I just so happen..." But he doesn't have time to wait all day for someone fitting that description to show up.

Slipping back into something that sounds a little more like him, even slumping back in his chair.

I can't exactly leave my kingdom without an heir.

[ Holding up a finger. ]


[ A second finger up. ]


[ Sitting up straight again, his hands resting on the arms once more. ]

Those are the most essential traits I seek. Anything else is negotiable.
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[personal profile] trickstar
'Sup, guys and gals!

[And look here, Joseph is actually using video this time. Definitely taking up all of that video screen with himself. Seems like the egotist is back to normal.]

Remember that last post I made? Yeah, let's pretend that never happened. Thanks. ... Except you, Josuke. You're grounded.

-Moving on, I got a point to be here. So, there's been some debate on that Lunatic guy, and accusations about Yuri Petrov being guilty, right? Well, he should be defending himself over this, but he hasn't really spoken up, has he? This is a pretty serious accusation, if he was innocent, wouldn't he have said something about this? Anyway, we'll never get answers unless we ask.

So I've got a solution! I know where he is.

[Joseph holds up a photo to the communicator's camera, and sure enough, there's Yuri Petrov in the shot. The photo shows Yuri sitting in what looks like an office building… one that's obviously taking some serious damage. No real clues on where that building is… at least not in that photo.

But that's not the kicker. The kicker is Yuri's clothes. The familiar colors of blue and green and white, to those that know Lunatic's uniform. Although they're damaged a bit and the lighting isn't perfect, it's pretty clear that those clothes are close enough to Lunatic's outfit for an arrest warrant.

Joseph leans close to the camera, a hand to the side of his mouth like he's sharing a secret.

Pretty incriminating if you ask me.

I've got other photos here that show me more on where he is. One of my powers is that I can track people down. But I'm only gonna tell the location to people I'm sure are just planning on just arresting him. No point in more people winding up dead, even if they deserve it. Sound good?

Oh, and you can start thanking me any time now.
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[personal profile] takethestairs
[Clears his throat. This is going to be a difficult post to make]

Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth speaking.

[The young man’s voice is clear, but stiff, with a harsh edge to it that hints at the anger bubbling underneath his skin. He represses this rage, attempting to remain composed and professional]

Earlier I received a tip from a confidential source- [Sorry Kay, he's not going to drag you out in the open, it’s too risky] - regarding a potential lead in the Lunatic case.

[A deep breath as he steels himself. This is a damning accusation to make and he knows it, and there’s no going back if he’s wrong]

Yuri Petrov, imPort advertising manager, has two files, with two different sets of abilities… and two different aliases. According to one, he’s been graced with an immunity to alcohol, but according to other? Pyrokinesis, with the ability to control and manipulate blue-green flames, specifically. Sound familiar? [A note of bitterness seeps into his tone, but he moves on quickly] And, if that’s not enough to convince you, there’s his alias, printed right on the file. Lunatic.

[A short pause follows, just enough to let the information sink in for any potential listeners.]

Unfortunately, my source only caught a mere glimpse of the files, but when I tried to confirm the discrepancy with Petrov, he was nowhere to be found. And, as much as I wish we had time to gather more information, we cannot afford to wait any longer for a response! If anyone listening has further information regarding Petrov, Lunatic, or their current whereabouts, I implore you to share anything and everything you know. With Lunatic on the move, it could mean the difference between life... and death.

[With that, he ends his little speech, and waits for a response from his fellow imPorts]

[OOC: And here’s the grand IC reveal! This post isn't strictly for conversations with Edgeworth. Feel free to talk to other characters, threadjack, and make IC plans here. Edit: And to clarify, this post takes place in the evening!]
glowsferatu: rude, sad (Is It Wrong Not To Always Be Glad)
[personal profile] glowsferatu
[ kanaya knows she has to make this confession, not that she's particularly looking forward to it. but now that they've put her in solitary, nothing about this punishment has been satisfying. she needs something better.

everyone needs to know, but she doesn't want their pity, and doesn't deserve their sympathy. so. she kind of goes a little too far in the other direction, there.

I've been quiet the past few days. I say this not as an apology, because I don't particularly give a shit, but as an explanation. For those who don't know me, my name is Kanaya Maryam, an for the past few months I've been moonlighting as a costumed thug. One might even go so far as to say I was a supervillain.

Shocking, isn't it? I was a bit surprised, myself. [ not that she's going to explain that one. ]

As Hobgoblin, I committed numerous crimes, whether disrupting traffic, harassing the costumed set, playing ghost in a haunted house, other, more serious infractions. Kidnapping. Stalking. And...worse than that. [ her flippant tone cracks, her voice falling low and shaky. ] I've-- I've hurt people. People who didn't deserve it. Innocents.

[ there's a fury brimming in that last word, a self-loathing and shame. she can feel her hands shaking, her knuckles going white as she balls her fists. but they won't see that, it's important that they don't. if they recognize any remorse, it will defeat the whole purpose.

she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she collects herself again.

For all of these things, the most the local authorities have seen fit to do is stick me in a room alone without my powers. Which is really great, I must say. Wonderful to know that we feed and house our criminals when law-abiding residents have no such amenities, especially when they aren't registered! I must say this world's punitive measures are deeply impressive, it truly overwhelms me with compunction, how much softer-handed it is than I expected when I turned myself in. I suppose I shouldn't be really surprised, when the approach to everything is such a joke, such a limp attitude toward justice is at least consistent.

But it isn't real justice. It's a mockery. [ she thinks of terezi, and wonders if she'd be more embarrassed by the meagerness of it, or that kanaya submitted herself willingly. terezi would know what to do here. ]

I'm sure many of you could do better, someone who really believes in the subject, unless you're too stuck in all the nonsense moralizing humans too often preoccupy themselves with. You're heroes. I'm a villain. That seems simple enough to me.

If you want to see real justice done, I'm not going anywhere.
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[personal profile] nostalgiabomb
[ Hello, network. The feed opens up to shelves and shelves of stuff -- stereos, power tools, appliances, speakers, the works. You name it, you see it. There's even a display rack of guitars hanging on one wall along with amplifiers. And, whoa, hey, was that a horse from a carousel? What the heck?

Today you'll be treated to the dulcet tones of Rupert Holmes' voice as he sings "Escape," though the music is indistinct and soft, almost as if it were playing over headphones. ]

Okay, look-- [ The camera flips around to a dude looking pretty aggravated, and-- oh, hey, those headphones we mentioned earlier are hanging around his neck. ] --I've only been working here for, like, a day or two? But I think it's time for some serious changes. So we're implementing a new rule at the pawn shop, alright? If you're gonna mess around with the guitars, the following songs are now banned.

[ He ticks them off on his fingers as he names them: ]

"Smoke on the Water." "Sweet Child of Mine." "Back in Black." "Purple Haze." "Crazy Train."

And "Stairway to" friggin' "Heaven."

We all get it, rock star. You kinda know your way around a guitar, and you kinda know, like, the first couple bars of the cool parts, but you're seriously not impressin' anyone with your half-remembered riffs.

So to anyone who wants to come in and plans on playing even one note of those songs -- and trust me, I'll know, -- be advised: I have guns. I will use them with extreme prejudice.

[ He pauses for a beat, scrunching up his lips, then he shrugs. ]

Pretty sure that's it. Have a good one.

[ -- and the video ends. ]


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