third helix ♥ VIDEO; backdated to Jan 1

[alcheregis]

[ Haen smiles for the camera, but it looks a little less exuberant than normal. ]

My dears, I have a question for you all. How do you make an empty house seem less empty? I'm afraid both of my charming boys have left without so much as a goodbye, and it's now just myself in such a large space. I've never lived on my own, you see, and while I know how, it's only... well, it's very quiet.

[ Something of an irony, given Haen's penchant for chatter. ]

I've tried the radio, and it isn't seeming to do the trick, so I'd much appreciate anyone's thoughts on it.

EDITED IN LATER: I don't suppose... anyone might wish to be roommates?

Video - Forward Dated to 1/6

[lucke]

[The video clips on in a clearing surrounded by idyllic looking trees and ferns. Cu struts into view, twirling a what appears to be a wooden staff.]

-I got it. It'll be fine. Nobodies gunna know anything that... what?

[Cu freezes, catching and stilling the staff with a snap as he leans towards the camera (or the person behind it) with a curious expression.]

What? ...OH we're on! Thanks for the warning. [Only slightly sarcastic.] Ahem!

Yo! It's been a while imports! Cu here, as if I needed an introduction at this point, right? Recently returned from yet another Import attack. But don't worry, I'm not here to whine about how terrible we have it here. Because, if I'm being honest, I had a blast!

I mean... I'm sure it was terrible for some. Being hunted in a jungle, or having your mind wiped clean and programmed with another purpose. But it did give me, and I'm sure others as well, an opportunity to stretch our muscles and cut loose for a while.

See, I'm pretty sure there are people out there like me that aren't really concerned with the bigger picture trivialities. But how many people need to get hurt to have that opportunity? When things hit the fan like that, scores of people who aren't interested get involved. And what fun is there in that?

But I've got an answer! [He crouches excitedly, thrusting an end of the staff towards the camera as his face splits in a toothy grin.] Why don't we just skip the pretense of scheming and traps and just throw down for fun?

No uptight laws to clog things up, no diabolical plots. Everyone involved is ready and willing to get their collective backsides handed to them, and give a few in return.

I'm getting pretty tired of sitting on my hands myself. Heck I'd be willing to take any of you on if you think you could handle what I've got.


[Moses quickly turns the camera away from Cu Chulainn and pushes the end of the staff away.]

What he means to say is that we're hostin' a tournament in Maurita Falls and we want you to be a part of it.

Jus' a small fee for entry and the winner gets prize money at the end of it!

It'll be happenin' this Saturday, and everyone's invited, even if you ain't a fighter and just wanna watch.

...Tho', we can't promise yer safety. Sorry!

And we'll be open for trainin' in Maurita Falls at the Red Branch tomorrow. Tournament is January 9th!

Please come train or you ain't gonna get this guy to behave - Would you sit down before I smack ya?! - so see you soon!

[Moses turns to look at his problematic servant and is about to shout something when he turns the camera off.]

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1st Cup; Backdated to Jan 2 [VIDEO]

[abittertruth]

[A video.

A man in a mask. Not your general 'I'm some kind of a hero/villain/vigilante' mask, but a mask nonetheless.

Godot is positioned with his jaw resting on one fist, 'regarding' the screen through the red lights of his visor. His jaw is set firm, his mouth half a grin--but he doesn't look entirely like he's smiling. Once he's sure it's on, he removes his chin from his hand and sits back.]

Well, isn't this a fine how-do-you-do.

They sure know how to make an offer you can't refuse, don't they? Free housing, free medical... all you have to do is sign on the dotted line.

Fine then. So be it! The harsh winds of fate are cold enough to freeze a man to his very bones. They blow sharp and bitter, like the blackest dregs at the bottom of a cup of coffee.

But if your coffee is ice cold by the time you get to that bottom... you've already wasted it.

[He looks... grim. Maybe he's trying to say something with that line? Sure would help if this man spoke regular English.

Well, good luck out there.]