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Crane is no longer on the loose. He's in my custody.

My custody, as I'm sure will be illuminated to me, is not lawful, nor is it constructive. It's my belief that Crane needs structured punishment for what he has done: a trial, imprisonment, and psychiatric help. Not a pitchfork carrying mob and a chopping block.

Crane is from my world, and I know him. I know the scope of his threat, and his madness. I also know that what's in store for him is unacceptable in the state it currently exists. I want to surrender him - I will surrender him - but I have demands regarding his treatment that RISE will sustain, if they want my cooperation. This is my letter to RISE discussing my terms.

Letter to RISE which is also visible to public )

I don't think anything I'm asking for is beyond reason. They are concerns everyone here should have with the criminal justice system that they themselves allowed to take hold, and will be held accountable to if they break the law - as I have.

If you want Crane, then RISE needs only state it's intention to cooperate, prepare its tribunal, and in seven days I will hand him over to face the people's justice. If you want to come after me instead, then you can expect a fight.

"Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both." That is all I'm asking for. Much is being done to rebuild in De Chima, the families of the people he hurt continue to need your help, but justice for them and justice for Crane are the same thing, and one cannot be leveled for the sake of revenge for the other.


[ OOC: The OOC planning post for this plot resolution is here. I'll add other OOC notes if more planning posts/network conversation goes up as a response just to keep everything tidy. Have at it! ]
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For those of you who don't know me, I'm Miles Edgeworth, and I had the misfortune of meeting with our "esteemed" Doctor Crane before he unleashed his research on the university. Seeing as he's still on the loose, here's what I've observed about some of his abilities. Unfortunately, my knowledge is limited, at best. If anyone can elaborate, it would be most appreciated.

1) He has a connection of some kind to crows, and in the past, has used them to spy on others and collect information. He may simply be able to communicate with them, though others have suggested shapeshifting as a possibility. From what I've observed, though, the former seems more likely.

2) He can affect people's emotions with a single touch. In my experience, he was able to instill an almost supernatural calm in me. I do not know if this is the extent of his control, or if he can influence other emotions, as well. It seems that skin to skin contact is required for this ability to take effect, but I still recommend caution, just in case I happen to be mistaken.

While I shared this information with RISE, I apologize for not sharing it with the general public earlier. I also apologize to everyone who was concerned about me and Kay Faraday. I should have announced my presence, and shared what I found out, much earlier.

Speaking of Ms Faraday, she and Franziska von Karma were sent back home earlier this month, for those who missed it. Her own murder of crows seem to be lingering around, though; if anyone is concerned about the differences between her birds and Crane's, please contact me privately.

[The message is a bit late for Kay and Franziska's friends; the would have noticed their absence by now. However, that last message isn't intended for friends, exactly]
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[It's been awhile since Harry has addressed the Network as a whole, but after last week's excitement, for lack of a better term, now seemed to be a good time. Busy sounds of sewing machines and idle chatter about fabrics can be heard in the background.]

I'm not usually one for bombastic declarations-- [Because only in some overly polite world might this be considered bombastic.] -- but I thought I should announce that Hart's of Heropa is open for business again.

Though, more importantly, I don't think we'll be networking at the swear in ceremonies in the future, for obvious reasons.

[A small sigh. Weary, but more annoyed than anything.]

I apologize to anyone who may have witnessed my behavior that night. Though it's my understanding that the gas used makes us act unnaturally, that's no excuse to not express my regrets.

[Harry's polite language probably wouldn't have seemed as sincere via text, which is why he sticks to voice-- he does mean it, and not just because more people now have hints about his training.]

On that note. Let's all stick to those with background checks for professional help in the future, shall we?

Locked to Eggsy )

Locked to Steve )

Locked to Peej )

Locked to Mary )


[Several hours later, an anonymous video feed appears on the Network, the location currently scrambled. A rather battered looking man sits tied to a chair under blinking fluorescent lights, glaring at the camera. Typing can be heard slightly off screen, and text appears beneath the feed.

I'd like to introduce the Network to Mr. Leskoff. He and his KGB friends have been very busy following us up until recently, and now he's come forward to explain himself. If any of you have questions for one of the people that's been spying on imPorts for the last few months, now's the time.

Don't have the balls to ask any more yourself--

[Obviously, the spy can read what's being typed as well. The dull snap of a silenced pistol firing cuts the man off, however, and he freezes as the bullet punches a hole in the wall immediately behind him.]

Try to stay on topic, Mr. Leskoff. You don't want me to get bored.


Aug. 9th, 2015 02:43 pm
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[A man in a comfortable suit settles himself back into his chair. He's clearly at home in front of a camera, directly meeting the 'eyes of the camera' with a polite smile and a good posture.]

Good afternoon. I do hope I'm doing this right.

[A brief appearance of a bashful smile. He's not usually in charge of his own productions with a single camera.]

My name is Francis Urquhart and as a new ImPort, I have been assigned as your Undersecretary of imPort Public Relations. Given what I've seen already, I feel that it would be in all our best interests if I took the role. 

In it, I shall do my very best to address any concerns you might have and work to improve our image and in so doing, I hope, our position here, for as long as we have it.

For now, I'd like to get to know the people I'm to represent. You. 

We... didn't have this sort of technology back at home, so I'll have to ask you to bear with me in your response. Think I'm doing rather well, so far, don't you? [A genuinely bashful smile.] 
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[The voice that comes over the feed is distinctly English, and despite her mood, Peggy is polite. She wasn't going to reveal her status as an agent or indeed the SSR because Peggy didn't know who was listening.]

My name is Margaret Carter and like some of you, I am a recent arrival. It hasn't been easy, trying to adjust to my new circumstances and- [there's a pause.] - abilities. After reading the file I was given and speaking to others, I'm no closer to getting to the truth of this place and whom or what is behind it; if anyone has any more information or even a theory, please share. The more I know the better prepared I am for what's to come.

[Bringing people from different universes, both good and bad, and bestowing incredible powers upon them is a recipe for disaster in her mind. Already, Peggy has heard worrying details about the Swear in ceremonies.]

But I do know one thing for certain. I have no desire to stay here and I am determined to try to get everyone who wants to go home back to where they belong.

[There's a fire in her tone, like something has awoken inside of her and came rushing to the surface.]

You have my word.


Aug. 7th, 2015 11:27 pm
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Hey, okay, so... question: if I'm understanding Kate Bishop's guide correctly, we're v2.0 of this and there was a separate world before this that Lachesis imported people to...and then moved them from? Right? Anyone with more info on that?

For that matter, any clue who's been here the longest?

And speaking of being here a long time, anyone know the rules and regulations of modifying one's apartment here? Specifically the Maurtia Falls Govt. Apartment Complex. I mean, I don't want to do anything drastic--just to be clear, definitely NOT talking about knocking out walls here--just a nice coat of paint and stuff. (Hermann: see attached file)

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Jul. 12th, 2015 10:44 pm
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Hello everyone, I have a small favor to ask. [Sabriel's in a graveyard, wearing rather muddy clothes-she's making this post during one of her breaks at work, apparently.]

First- I won a car, thanks to that game at the last swearing-in. But unfortunately I have no idea how to drive it, though I'd like to learn- is anyone willing to offer lessons? I can pay you for your trouble.

[Someone, help her. Hopefully someone will teach her who doesn't view traffic laws as optional.]

Secondly- part of the nature of Charter magic is that it's a power granted by baptism, not birth- I've taken on several students here, and I'm always happy to teach more. I want anyone interested to understand that Charter magic takes dedication and training to master- the rewards can be great, but all lazy or slipshod spell casting will get you is singed fingers.

[And while there's a light in Sabriel's eyes as she speaks, it suddenly dies away.]

And no, I have no intention of teaching anyone necromancy, even in a theoretical sense. After the incident with Melkor, I trust everyone understands why. [Not that there's much theory to Free Magic- it runs on will and instinct, and Sabriel can't actually give anyone that power- not unless they already had it.]
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[Eggsy’s arrival is pretty much the same as everyone else’s, except for one minor difference. He’s lost his fucking welcome pamphlet. Yeah, he should have been more careful, tucked it away for safe keeping after flipping through it, but, he hadn't, and now he needed it.

He’s not sure if he misplaced it somewhere between the building and the car or sometime after, but, either way, he wants it back. Sooner rather than later. Or at least a copy of it so he can try to figure out what the hell is going on. Eggsy doesn’t know if this is some kind of test, waking up in a new place with a tattoo and no memory of how he’d gotten here; sounded like the night before must have been pretty rough or amazing, whatever, he just wants to know what the fuck is going on.

The pamphlet, he thinks, is a good way to get things going. An opener. So he can see what kind of people he's living around now, figure things out for himself based on more than what's on a piece of paper.

And even though he's not one hundred percent that this isn't some fucked up test, he does know how to use the phone he’s been given, and he doesn’t waste any time pushing through and just asking for what he needs.]

Yeah, Eggsy here. [He shifts the device, angling it so they can only see his face and not where he is. Not that he even knows where he is.] I lost my fuckin' welcome guide. I need another. Anyone got one to spare? Great, thanks. [A quick grin, and the feed ends.]

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Jun. 13th, 2015 10:41 pm
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[a text post from Jonathan Joestar? this is truly a rare sight. but the subject that he's about to broach is kind of super embarrassing, and he doubts he'd be able to even compose the message, let alone post it, if anyone could hear or see him.

he's been staring at his communicator for an hour before hitting send as it is, struggling internally as to whether this is absolutely necessary. but in the end he had to acknowledge that he didn't know what to do on his own, nor did he have a friend with this sort of experience; there really was no way around it. drat.]

[filtered from Ramir]

I'm sorry to trouble the entire network with such a trivial matter, but I'm afraid that I really don't have anyone else to ask. Perhaps it's for the best - uninvolved parties often give the best insight, after all.

[or. something. he's flustered and rambling and he hasn't even gotten this damn thing off the ground yet. pull yourself together, Joestar.]

I would be very grateful if someone could advise me on navigating a rather difficult situation of a...romantic nature. There are other things involved (a great number, actually) that have made it rather overcomplicated, so I'm afraid it may take some effort to unravel.

I don't have much recompense to offer aside from owing you a large favor, but I'd be glad to take on that debt if someone is willing to give their time. It's something I need an answer to rather promptly, so I'll take all the help I'm offered.

That said, if you aren't particularly skilled in that sort of thing but are willing to engage in idle chatter for a little while...I'd appreciate that as well.

[you know, to give him something to focus on that isn't dying of mortification.]
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[ The alias attached to the entry reads only Scarlet Witch, no name given. The alias is a relic, a token from the old days when she and Pietro shouted revolution from the rooftops. After HYDRA, Wanda didn't think she had anything to fear anymore. No cell could hold her, no bullets could touch her. Together, she and Pietro were invincible. No one could hurt them again.

Then, she came here. ]

today i have learned that in america, a hero is someone who grows fat and lazy off the praises that are given to him, but he has not earned. for this, a hero will give away his freedom.

[ Though she does not fear as she once did, Wanda doesn't accept the tattoo on her wrist easily. Rather than being gunned down in the streets, the masses of "imPorts" allow themselves to be cataloged and controlled -- even those that profess to be unhappy with their enslavement. They say things like, "it could be worse," using that to justify their own slothfulness.

It could always be worse. That doesn't make it right. ]

where i am from, the avengers are so high in their tower that humans appear to them only as little ants. the complacency i see here is worse, i think.

where do i find a true hero?


Jun. 7th, 2015 04:40 pm
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[Sabriel's sitting in the study of her lodging in Heropa. She looks better than she has in the last few weeks, though she's still unnaturally pale.]

For those of you who recently arrived- my name is Sabriel, and last month, certain items of mine were stolen by someone named Melkor, who proceeded to use them to raise the Dead in Maurtia Falls, as well as using his own abilities to set part of that city on fire. Eventually the Dead were disposed of by our fellow Imports, and I subdued Melkor and took back what he stole. [And somehow, you can hear the capital 'D' in Dead.]

I would like to thank everyone who helped defeat the Dead Melkor summoned, and protected the people of Maurtia Falls during that time as well. I owe all of you a great debt. If you have need of my skills as a Charter mage, do not hesitate to call on me. [Her language may be formal, but there's sincerity and genuine warmth in the words.]

While we're on the subject of Melkor- I'm his probation officer. I will be doing everything in my power to keep him from causing more trouble, so please tell me if he's trying to cause trouble, or if any Dead Imports start attacking the living- I'm a necromancer, but I lay the dead to rest instead of raising them- and if that's not possible, I bind them.

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Jun. 4th, 2015 09:42 pm
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[The camera clicks to show a close-up of a nice shot of leather crotch, which quickly whips upwards to show a white crescent insignia on top of a gray upside down triangle. Look, he hasn't exactly needed to frame himself for a glorified skype conversation before, all right? The Authority would usually just headmail each other.

After a moment more of fidgeting, showing off some various shots of the strangers black trench coat, the camera finally makes its way up to his cowled face--a very, very unhappy cowled face.

Look, you can all just skip the multiverse pep talk. Until yesterday I lived in the goddamn Bleed between realities, and me and four alternate versions of myself play poker every other Thursday. I'm familiar with the concept.

What I want is how exactly they brought us here. An Earth alternate too stupid to get itself out of the cold war shouldn't have the technology to snatch people from other dimensions.

[Especially without the Authority knowing about it. But he decides to keep that little piece of information to himself, because it's none of their fucking business.]

I tried asking the woman that brought me here, but she was too busy trying to explain to me what a gee golly great place America was. Give me answers and maybe I won't find trying this thing a major waste of my time.

[Goes to hang up, but stops at the last second, and adds:] Speaking of, don't tell me any of you actually bought that bullshit. There's no such thing as a free lunch, kids.

[And with that, he turns the feed off.]
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[ The screen flickers on to a face that’s as pure America as apple pie. With his wide jaw set at a stiff angle and his blond hair all a mess after facing the abuse of a helmet for far too long, Steve stares down into the endless abyss of an open video communication log. He’s not exactly comfortable with this, but he can’t think of a much better way to find familiar faces besides going door to door -- not that he didn’t consider it. Briefly. ]

This is Captain Steve Rogers. I’m looking for members of my team; we were separated before I arrived here.

[ He’s not naming names; at least one person on said team goes by well over a dozen of them, and he’s pretty sure she’d snap his neck in six places if he even so much as uttered one of them on an unsecure channel. ]

Near as I can tell, most everybody here has been dragged away from their lives to fight somebody else’s war by a governing body that doesn't seem keen on so much as a “please” and “thank you;” if I’m wrong about that, I’d love to hear about it. If I’m not, I’d certainly like to hear more about that, too. So whatever information you’ve got, I’ll take it.

[ What do you say from here? After a long and somewhat frustrated silence, he closes with: ]

Over and out.
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[Harry has been mulling over the government announcement since yesterday, and becomes more and more certain things never actually do settle down around here. He's glad he had the foresight to register, though beyond the mark on his wrist, it means nothing to him.

What's more important is casting out feelers on the Network on another rare occasion, to gauge reactions, and who to keep his eye on.]

I've found that some things manage to stay consistent between at least my own world and this one. The sky is blue, water is wet, and America spins morally divisive federal action in the most saccharine way possible.

[A small testy sigh, that doesn't betray the heavier one he breathed out after reading the announcement.]

But perhaps political discussion is a bit gauche when I mean to talk business. Lillian, Miss Sabriel, your suits are ready to be picked up or delivered at your earliest convenience.

[And the end of the post is its disguise; finished examples of his tailoring work.]

Sabriel )
Lil )


May. 26th, 2015 08:35 pm
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I've been an attorney for fifteen years. And I'll admit there were times when I thought about running for DA, or for mayor, but I've never really been a policy-maker. Maybe it's because so many policy-makers seem to make decisions with their heads firmly entrenched somewhere— you can fill in where on your own— because sadly, it seems like nobody has bothered to learn anything from history. Not their own, and not ours. Which, when you've had the catastrophic champion of a previous registration attempt hanging around drooling to toss in his two cents, the opportunity is quite clearly there. I'm sure he'll have something to say any minute.

[ Matt hopes he does. Matt sure as hell has a lot to say to him, right now. But he carries on in the calm, courtroom voice in the meantime. ]

So let's talk about all the things they didn't mention in that press release, because I for one would like to know:

- How are they going to enforce this effectively without tracking everyone's status extensively?
- How extensively have they been tracking this in the first place?
- How is a registered imPort going to know that the possible costumed Import is or isn't a vigilante? "Let's you and him fight"? I can see the lawsuits piling up already.
- How will they know who to target?
- Where is the oversight for this program? Who is giving the orders and passing out the information? How do we know that they're getting it right and not just adding names on a list?
- Alternatively, haven't they just handed registered imPorts license to go after who they want?
- What reasonable basis is there to consider that "registration" is an effective criteria for trusting that an individual has the training or effective judgment necessary to be trusted with what is essentially a law enforcement task? Is that really a trustworthy reason to believe someone can carry out their job?

And, most importantly:

- When mistakes are made, who the hell's going to be held accountable?

You see, I was there when the Superhuman Registration Act passed in my universe, and I was there when they tried to pass registration acts for mutants again and again before that. And when the costumed community turned on itself, it wasn't always heroes bringing in their former friends. They allowed criminals to become part of the program to hunt down the noncompliant based on a flimsy pretext— people who had spent lengthy periods in jail, mass murderers and a cannibal alien and a mad man who put on a goblin costume and went on to blow up Asgard. So you'll forgive me if I don't look at this and think it's an effective solution to the problem. Because I want to know the details. I want to know that this isn't going to become the same unconstitutional, poorly-organized clusterfuck I've already witnessed once.


May. 17th, 2015 01:59 pm
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[There is no greeting, just a shot of Sabriel's face, all seriousness and barely contained fury. When she speaks, there is both calm authority and something deeply urgent in her tone. She's at the porter in Heropa, getting ready to step inside. She's dressed in the clothes she arrived in- right down to her surcoat, with the sword she commissioned from Revan at her hip.]

I need every imPort with experience fighting the Dead to come to Maurtia Falls- I don't know how many Dead he managed to raise, but hopefully the canal will keep them on one side of the city. If the Dead he's raised follow the rules of my world, they won't be able to cross running water. Their presence may cause technology to break- and guns will not be effective. If he's raised Dead with physical bodies, they'll need to be completely destroyed to keep them down. If he's managed to create Shadow Hands- bodiless spirits... we'll need magic to stop them.

I'm going to find Ma-Melkor, and take my bells back. Once that's done, I'll be able to put down whatever he's raised easily enough.

As for everyone living in Maurtia Falls- [Sabriel takes a deep breath, and starts reciting the precautions she'd recited in class, back in Ancelstierre.]

Be inside by nightfall. Lock all doors and windows. Deny entry to strangers. Shed light inside and out. Prepare candles and lanterns for when the electricity fails. Wear silver. If caught outdoors, find running water.

May the Charter be with us all.

[ooc: Sabriel will reply to comments, but may cut things short if she feels it's going nowhere.]
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[ The video flips on to what appears to be a music store -- various racks and displays of instruments to one side, rows and rows of CDs (who even buys CDs anymore??) to the other. On the instrument side, in front of the rows of guitars, there's a sheet of lined paper that reads "'STAIRWAY' BANNED. OTHER SONGS AT EMPLOYEE DISCRETION." And just beneath that in smaller letters, "(Seriously. Don't test me.)"

The device moves, and the camera along with it, to point down at a CD case on the counter. Specifically, this CD case. ]

Three guesses for what I found in the used CD section? And the first two don't count.

Even the dog doesn't look happy to be there, which is amazing, 'cause dogs love being everywhere.

And that poor kid. One day, her dad -- I mean, I assume it's her dad -- is gonna be like, "Hey, kiddo, did you know you were on the cover of an album?" And that girl is gonna get all pumped, thinking she's as big as the Gerber baby or something, and then nope, her dad whips this out. He'll be all grins and she'll just stare at it in horror, and it'll ruin her teenage life when her parents mention it every time her friends come over.

[ A pause as the camera shifts, showing the handsome gentleman that is Star-Lord, a.k.a., Peter Jason Quill. ]

Anyway. 'Parently I've been out of commission for a month. I hear I missed Night of the Living Dead and Smaug swoopin' down to attack the village. Don't supposed there's anything else anyone feels like sharing? Each interesting tidbit gets a kudos point, redeemable only for Star-Lord's Gratitude and, I dunno. Warm fuzzy feelings.


Apr. 27th, 2015 06:59 pm
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[personal profile] bindsthedead
[The young woman who shows up on the video is exhausted, and cleaning a sword as she speaks.]

Now that the bloody dragon is dealt with, and I have some time to rest- has anyone made any progress on a cure? I seem to be immune, but the healing spells I know can only slow the sickness down, at most. [Which is frustrating. Even if healing isn't her greatest strength, it's something she's been doing a surprising amount of since her arrival.]

And perhaps it doesn't matter right now, but I'm curious- what do people know about the Lif Foundation? I know they sponsored that raffle at the last swear-in, but they've been around for a while- I heard Mr. Holiday mention their founder during the February swearing-in. [Sabriel looks down at the sword. There are symbols on the blade- but they're not static- instead, they're constantly shifting, moving over the metal.]
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[After Harry settles as best as he can into the housing he's been provided, he spends a long amount of time observing the Network before using it himself. Earlier, he got a lay of the land, now he needs to take stock of the community. It's as diverse and overly candid as any social media from home, though with more encryption possibilities that he takes careful note of.

It's time to put a cover in place, just like any other day, and Harry decides his domestic one will be best: The closest to his true self without anything compromising, though he's felt as compromised as a man can get since his arrival. His voice is polite and measured when he finally starts recording.]

Pardon me if a voice post is a bit forward for a new arrival. This sort of technology has never been my strong suit. My name is Harry Hart. I can't claim to really understand what's going on, despite all the supplemental material that's been provided-- [There's the faintest huff of exasperation, which is entirely genuine. Few things annoy him more than red tape, and he has no intention of keeping that secret.]

Regardless, I'll be happy to offer my services to the community at large. Unfortunately, that only comes in the form of tailoring. I don't have all of my equipment from back home, obviously, but I can manage basic alterations, simple patch ups. Hopefully I can work with the government on setting up shop more extensively, but you're welcome to contact me regarding any of your sartorial needs.

I can't say the military will find much use for this either, though they do make quick work of asking for unflinching loyalty, don't they?

[He ends the transmission on that little note of skepticism, casting out hooks for any answers he can get.]


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