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Good afternoon, imPorts. Most of you know me, but for those of you who do not, my name is Yuri Petrov.

[The man onscreen bows his head politely before straightening in his office chair. But it's a weekend, why is he working, you ask? Yuri knows not the meaning of the word weekend! He is a veritable workaholic, unabashedly so.]

I would like to take a moment today to speak with you about a matter that is very close to us all, if only because it pertains to a position we all find ourselves in. I am referring less to the point of our being in this world, and more to the fact that we have been given the opportunity to turn our unfortunate circumstances into something full of promise.

How can we do that, you ask? Let me explain.

[Yuri smiles, though the expression cannot be said to interrupt the rest of his professional countenance; it is very...impersonal.]

It is my job as a Registered Heroics Advertising Manager to assist you in accomplishing feats that will benefit you, your fellows, and the native citizens of this country and the rest of this world. Of course, my services are almost entirely exclusive to Registered Heroes, but I am not unable to help those of you who may be considering future Registration, either.

[A loophole he has conveniently worked in there so that he may be of assistance to those who may not necessarily want to Register, as he is not actually an advocate for Registration...despite being Registered, himself.]

For example, if you are lacking in finances to support yourself, I can help you find sponsors who will support your work in exchange for some advertising on your part. If you are having difficulty adapting to your surroundings or you find yourself requiring some guidance due to language or technological barriers, I can offer my services as someone who can be a confidant or a tutor. Furthermore, this line of work attracts conflict and misunderstanding; should you find yourself in the midst of a legal conundrum, I would be more than happy to advise you. Which isn't to say that you are limited to what aid I can offer, because you are not. In many cases, particularly those I have already mentioned, if you require special guidance, I can put you in contact with professionals who will respect your confidentiality and do their utmost to provide for you the appropriate care and relief.

[He gestures, palms open and up, as if to the network.]

Let us work together towards a brighter tomorrow and a secure future for us all.

[Yuri's e-mail and business phone number both appear, as if on cue, at the bottom of the screen.

Almost as an afterthought, and just as he is reaching toward the device to turn it off, the former judge adds...]

To the individuals occupying residence #017 in Heropa's government housing, I thank you for having me as long as you did, but I have now found my own place to call home in Heropa. I wish you all the best.

[Said residents will receive one thank you basket of various boxed chocolates, teas, and flavored coffees that will be left upon the dining room table for them to find. Attached to it is Yuri's business card.]

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Sep. 17th, 2014 06:57 pm
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[Max is sitting on an office chair and lazily spinning around on what appears to be a stage. He's wearing the equivalent of BK's crown.]

Employees are the greatest invention ever! These humans don't acknowledge Inhuman royalty, but they'll still cater to my every whim.

[He indicates to whoever is holding the communicator to pan over to a bunch of people standing around and fanning or feeding a very large bulldog. They look like they're only tolerating this for their pay-cheque. A snap of his fingers has the camera back on him.]

But I put forward a question to my fellow refugees, name a show with sufficient amount of explosions so these won't go to waste.

[He finally stands up and claps his hands twice. The wall behind him explodes and the camera drops to the ground as people scream and run out evidently deciding this is not worth the money. Max comes back into view as he stands over it.]

Hmm, less loyal than I hoped. That was only a very small one too.

[And then he bends down to pick it up and the video ends.]


Sep. 6th, 2014 03:00 pm
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[ There's a biiiig pause before Dorian starts talking. He is totally in a motherfucking cell and rocking that chic prison orange. Great job, loser. ]

Good news and bad news. Or, more like, bad news but some good news that would make the bad news less bad.

If you were trying to get in contact with me for the past few days, that ties into the bad news: I was arrested. It's nothing I can't handle by myself, you don't need to worry. [ except that he knows like, two people, are just worried about him. ] I simply won't be around and about for a while.

The good news is that, for once in my life, I've managed to be exceedingly well behaved to the police officers. So well behaved that despite the...ah, nature of my crime, they've set bail. More bad news is that it's rather high. Still, I'm not too haughty to ask for help in a situation like this, especially since I'm much too attractive for jail. [ There's a little laugh here, like he's trying to just take the whole situation as a joke, letting the fact that he's in jail slide off like water on a duck's back. ]

Any donations to the newly established "Get Dorian Out Of Jail" fund would be gladly appreciated. I'm currently in the Heropa jail, so visits would be appreciated also. [ There's a contemplative pause, before he adds, ]

And unless you're Anita, don't touch my stuff!
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[Hello Heropa, look who it is, your favorite smarmy celestial being. He's sitting on the roof of some building or another, the sky blue behind him and a bottle of some fancy looking champagne by his hip. He lifts the glass in toast before speaking.]

So in as many days we've had some rather colourful threats from folks. One promising to do "our" work for us. [He rolls his eyes, because wow, really?]

And another promising to come back and give the town some refreshing blend of trouble and mayhem... [He shakes his head and empties his rather full glass in one go.]

My question is what's the point? Really. I can understand persons wanting to do good because it's the right thing or it gives them a warm cuddly feeling or out of some sense of duty. And I can understand wanting to rebel or bend the rules or go out and indulge.

But the whole "I'm a villain, come fight me." attitude... [He fixes the camera with a curious expression, equal parts intense and intrigued.]

Why? What's the point? What drives you? Any of you? Good bad or whatever. Why? Why play the hero of the villain?

[And like that his expression shifts back to something more amused.]
As always, I'm open for discussion. Just wait till I get a little more drunk if you're gonna talk morality.

[The screen goes black. Over to you Heropa.]
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[ The camera opens up with a panning shot of a hotel that looks a few decades past its prime. The paint is peeling in places, the roof is in desperate need of maintenance, and weeds are sprouting up through the cracks in the pavement. And this is the good side of the building—the other side features quite a few lovely boarded-up windows.

After a long moment, the camera is turned around, taking a moment to focus on Charles. Emma and Erik are visible in the background.

Welcome to the future home of the Xavier School for ImPorts. That still sounds strange to say. As you can see, it’s been a while since the building has… seen its prime. [ Charles smiles a bit, his expression notably optimistic. ] Although that is where you come in! We would like to prepare the building for a proper opening in September—and I believe that with the help of any and all volunteers, it could be entirely possible.

[ Emma being Emma, the first thing that comes to mind is catty, but she knows enough not to snipe at her nominal boss on camera, at least not right off the bat. She takes a few steps closer so she can address the audience over Charles' shoulder. In her usual heels, she has several inches on him. ]

While Charles is rather more of an optimist than I am, this isn't my first construction project [ Do you have any idea how often mutants have to rebuild things? Do you? ] or first time running a school for super-powered students [ A lot of them are even still alive! ] so I'm confident we'll have everything in order in plenty of time. We're also looking for faculty and staff, and we'll be casting a wider net than a more conventional school, so if you think you have something to offer, please get in touch.

[ Charles turns his attention to Erik as though silently asking him if he has anything to add. After a moment, the communicator is handed off to Erik. ]

There will be dormitories in the school for anyone who desires an alternative to government housing-- registered or otherwise. [ There's an emphasis on "otherwise". He's made his anti-registration stance fairly public by now. ] In light of last month's events in Colorado, security will be an utmost priority.

On a related note, Charles and I were able to question an accomplice in the kidnapping. If anyone else was able to uncover any information on the parties responsible, I would appreciate an opportunity to compare notes.

[[ There will be an open log for renovating the school later this week. Here is the previous OOC plotting post about the school, for those who missed it. The school directory is over here; please comment on the directory post if you are interested in having your character be a student, teacher, and/or resident at the school! ]]
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[Oh, great. It's everybody's favorite nihilistic dead jerk of a villain. Just in case anyone forgot he was still on the lam.]

Content warning for a jerk waxing poetic about his deathwish )

So what's the point of this? Nothing, really. Just some thoughts. But I wanted to issue a warning to everyone.

I'm coming back to Heropa, soon. I'm going to set my plans into motion once more. I won't go into details on how or what I'm doing, but I want everyone to be aware. I'll be there. And I'll be working again.

And if you see me, I want you to come and stop me. If you believe so strongly in your stupid justice, I want you to bring me to justice. Confront me. Make me pay. Kill me and put a stop to me once and for all.

Why? Because I'm a villain. And you're all supposed to be heroes. So do something about it.

If you don't, you may be the next person I take over. I can make you do whatever I want you to, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. I can control anyone I like. I could make you commit more crimes. Another murder. Maybe a real one this time.

Don't like it? Good. Then come and get me.

[All replies from "The Manipulator" will come from audio or text only.

NOTE: Further content warning in some of the comments, discussions of bloodless healing-factorish suicide attempts.

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Aug. 7th, 2014 08:18 am
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[ The feed opens up with a young woman in what is presumably her apartment. Muted daylight streams in from an off-screen window, tinged bluish-gray for drizzling rain (also heard, though not seen). If not for this cast of color, the wall behind her would be a recently-painted white; it bears no decoration or ornament aside from this fresh coat. As for the focus of the broadcast: an Asian girl in her late teens sits, straight-backed and tense-shouldered, giving her communicator (though not its camera) a focused stare. The most striking thing about her is her hair, of course: a pale, unnatural-seeming sea foam shade of green, with her long fringe swept to comb over her left eye. Beneath that curtain of hair can be seen the lower edge of a red swatch of fabric. The down-turned corner of her visible eye—iris an off-gold color—would make even a neutral expression seem sad.

This is a new and exciting change of pace — if you know anything about the person currently broadcasting.

There we are. [ Murmured words; Ruka finally meets gaze with the camera, but gives no smile in greeting. ] So, I'll do my best to keep this brief: I'm looking for a new roommate.

[ Her voice is middling-low in pitch, steady and bored, and her slight accent sounds more closely related to an English-speaking European inflection than an American one. ]

It's a two-bedroom in Maurtia Falls. Not unspeakably far from this town's Porter. We only signed the lease a couple weeks ago, so it's still very new. Full range of kitchen appliances. All of them still work. One bathroom. Not very lived in, yet, if that matters to you.

[ Ruka reaches forward, taking hold of the communicator. She rotates it in a slow three-sixty pan of the living room while she talks. It's very bare: there's the couch she's sitting on, a window, a bookshelf against one wall; a coffee table with two coasters, no cups; the front door, with a coat rack beside it; a partition, then the dining area, possessing a table with three chairs and space for a missing fourth; a wall, panning to the entrance of a darkened hallway, then to another wall; Ruka again. It's a small apartment, and if it weren't for the fact Ruka were in the broadcast, it wouldn't look lived in at all. ]

It's not very big, but it's a lot quieter than living with four other people. The weather is much better up here. It's terrible, I mean, but even so, it's a lot better than the humidity of Heropa.

I moved in with a friend, but he's been exPorted; we have a couple months' rent already paid for, but, it's not a place I can afford to keep by myself, and I'd rather not break the lease, either. Any interested person may apply; I'm not too picky, really. I'd prefer someone closer to my age, but that's not a deal-breaker. I don't mind if you're not human. If you turn out to be a serial killer, though, I don't want to find body parts in the freezer.

[ That's obviously a joke.

... Right......?

If you're interested, let me know. My name's Ruka.



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