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[With a bowed head, the man on screen acknowledges his audience. His features are sharp, his smile disciplined, but however cleverly disguised his inner machinations, even on camera there is an unmistakable air of ostentation about him. How fortunate for those listening that he appears to have politely reined that in a little.]

I am Seymour Guado, a Maester of Yevon from Spira...a world that I suspect none among you are familiar with.

[Seemingly apologetic, Seymour shakes his head and offers a clear view of blue veins like a mask over his eyes and his very, very strange hair, a sort of blue-violet and horned. Behind him is the interior of his new home in Maurtia Falls, a temporarily spartan-looking abode that is also home to Luffy and Zoro.]

I cannot say that I'm pleased to find myself here as I've a great many responsibilities that require my attention where I come from, but I will nevertheless endeavor to help those in need, just as I would do back home. In fact, nothing would please me more—except, perhaps, the opportunity to become better acquainted with those of you sharing my circumstance.

[Here, he gestures towards the camera with one hand, large and manicured, with long nails barely visible for the billowy sleeve of the robe he's wearing.]

Might you introduce yourselves? And, should you have advice you wish to share, or questions that weigh heavily upon your minds, as I'm certain you must...please do not hesitate to ask. I will gladly answer to the very best of my ability.

[A final polite goodbye before, taking a step back and bowing his head above hands cupped together before him, Seymour cuts the feed.]
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[It is hard to tell if the person who appears on the network this afternoon is a particularly handsome woman or a strikingly beautiful man. Or what age they are. Or any nice, easy assumption, actually. They lean towards the screen, having watched the network for a few days, picked up what they could. A planetary war, tensions between imPorts, tenuous situations all around. For most people, it would be the time for serious discussions, strategic planning and getting the strongest intel they can.

Bel Thorne puts their chin on their palm, regards the camera a moment before cutting a sharp, curious smile.]

So, what does one do on Earth for fun? I'm taking suggestions.


Nov. 8th, 2016 12:47 pm
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So, I'm back.

[ Sophie sounds tired. Like positively destroyed, physically and emotionally. Things have been rough and she's been going on with minimal sleep, but because things had been happening so quickly back home she hadn't had the time to actually feel as beaten as she feels at the moment. And she even waited until after she took a nap to post this, but still.

There's a heavy sigh and some rustling; Sophie's basically plopped on her bed as she records this, half her brain still off and trying to convince the other half there's nothing wrong with shutting down and staying like that for the rest of the week. It's quite tempting.

I don't even know if anyone remembers me. Sophie Foster? Anyway... hey, how are you doing, what did I miss.

[ Whatever she says next is warped on a long, deep yawn before she ends the post. ]


Nov. 1st, 2016 08:20 am
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[ It's late at night when Cullen makes the post, the time of night when people would probably text something like this. But typing on the phone is still too much of an unnatural struggle for him to default to it.

He sounds relatively normal. Maybe just a tiny bit tired. ]

What is it you do when you cannot sleep and there is no work to be done to better utilize the hours you spend awake?

[ There's a tiny pause. ]

I am no stranger to sleepless nights, yet in coming here, I've now naught to do with mine.

video ♚ i

Oct. 7th, 2016 05:53 pm
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— Thank you.

[ The video catches the tail end of a conversation, with two men shaking hands and parting ways after. The older one is familiar to some, probably — one of the escorts for the new arrivals, just doing his job to help. The younger, the owner of the device it seems, is definitely not native, his clothes the biggest indicator, like he stepped out of some wild tv fantasy drama.

But then the device is turned to Edmund's face, and he waves shortly, just a flick of his wrist, awkward in that he definitely has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't quite smile, but he makes an effort not to look unfriendly.

My apologies, to my... audience? [ By the Lion, that is so weird to say to some weird box that apparently helps to communicate with others. ] I asked for help in figuring out how to use this contraption — he was certainly kind about it. He mentioned that plenty of other individuals would have difficulty using the first time around. I suppose he didn't tell me that just to make me feel better.

[ Which he isn't, but that's a differently story. ]

In any case, I am looking for certain people. Three, really. Peter, Susan, or Lucy Pevensie. If any one of them is here, I would deeply appreciate being pointed to them.

[ He'd thought about asking about the others, Mr Tumnus, the Beavers, or even Aslan. But he has had time to watch his surroundings, and there are more humans here than animals, and somehow, he can't fathom that there would be Animals. Besides, in a troubling situation such as this, at least one of his siblings would be in the midst of the chaos. ]

If not, then — my name is Edmund. A ple— [ a thoughtful pause, then finally, a small amused smile. ] I suppose it's not quite a pleasure to meet your acquaintances, since I've yet to meet any of you at all.

001: voice

Oct. 5th, 2016 01:42 pm
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( It's taken Cassandra a great deal of trial-and-error to be able to use the communicator at all. It sits awkwardly in her hands, as if mocking her ineptitude. The thought of people being able to see her face, from a distance, is frankly unnerving, so she quickly discounts the video option. Writing is bad enough when it's ink on paper, so that leaves her with one option she understands, really: voice communication. There are items in Thedas that have a similar function, Cassandra knows, but usually they're not so... bright. And rectangular.

Now, she knows, she is just procrastinating, and she is not the type of woman who likes to waste time. She flicks the audio function, like she'd been taught, and scowls at the device as if she expects it to stare back. )

I do not like this.

( A moment later, it's as though she's just realised she's already turned pressed the button. )

Oh! It's...on?

( Of course it is. And everyone has heard her confusion. Why did anyone think this form of communication was a good idea again? She does her best to gather both her composure and her thoughts. She starts to talk in a clipped staccato: )

I shall be brief. I am not familiar with this technology. Obviously. I was merely wondering if anyone else here is from a world similar to my own. I would like to hear your experiences, if you would share them.

( And she ends the call there partly because she's not sure what else to say but mostly because she's still not convinced that this actually worked. )
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[The gravity of somehow escaping death (even if he's not entirely sure this isn't some weird afterlife, yet) is enough to put Harry in an unsettled and confused mindset. What tips it into freaking out is being dropped in the middle of a new place with new responsibilities by himself. He's never had to do anything completely on his own before, and the prospect is more than a little daunting. Suffice it to say that as soon as he was showed to his new home, he immediately ran to his room and locked himself inside. Sorry, roomies.

Since then, he's been waffling around with whether or not to ask the imPort network for help. Pride says no, but desperation says yes. Eventually, he settles somewhere in the middle.]

Hey, um. Is there a map of this place I can get a hold of somewhere? I am so lost. [He laughs, and it's almost entirely convincing to an untrained ear.] Back home, I had a driver I could just say "Take me to this place!" to and they'd take me there. No such luck here, huh? I mean, I guess you could hire somebody, but I'm completely broke at the moment. [The reminder makes his stomach flop. Going from a billionaire to nothing in a second is... well, he's going to have some trouble adjusting.

He sucks in a quick breath before continuing.]
Oh-- and for the record, I'm in... [A pause as he tries to recall the name-- and ends up somehow butchering the pronunciation:] I think it's called De Chima? Anyway. If anyone's got some advice for settling in here, I'd appreciate it.

[It seems like he might end it there, but something's been niggling at him since he got here. Now's as good a time as any to bring it up, right?] By the way... this whole "alternate worlds" thing. Is that for real? Are you guys really from other places?
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[Noah turns on the video feed, looking sort of like he has a joke he can't wait to tell.]

Hey, what day is it?

[It's simple data collection. He wants to know how many people here have seen the seminal film of his generation.

But behind the smile on his face, there's a slighter edge of hesitance, and after a few moments he leans in a little closer to the camera.]

Um, and for anyone who knew her, Blue Sargent went home over the weekend. I don't know if she'll come back or whatever, but... yeah.

[Daily wisdom: when you're trying not to cry on the network, start with a meme.]


Sep. 9th, 2016 11:48 am
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[ By now, Cullen has figured out the different settings on his phone. Not all of them, but the ones involved with making posts to the network. Thank the Maker for that, because trying to write messages on the bloody thing is a trial and sometimes he just doesn't have the patience for it.

He's sitting on the porch, mostly just his head and shoulders—the latter clad in a simple t-shirt—visible in the video. The bland side of his house makes up the background. Not visible is his mabari, sprawled out at his feet. ]

Pardon the intrusion—[ Using the phone is one thing. Network etiquette is still rather nebulous to him. ]—but I wondered if anyone might have some advice on where I might locate a proper job.

[ His relatively neutral expression dips into a disapproving frown. ]

My current duties are ridiculous and wholly unrelated to my talents. [ The frown smooths out. ] I was the general of a rather large army and have been a soldier for the majority of my life. As a child, I grew up on a small farm. I'm accustomed to being active and prefer it to more idle occupations.

[ He drums the fingers of his free hand against the arm of his chair. He has no idea the protocol for ending communications of this nature. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ Eh, that's good enough. ]
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[ The video turns on to reveal a large man, who is providing it with a close-up shot of about half of his face, and one strong, muscular shoulder. Most of his skin is bare, aside from a white tunic-like garment pinned at that shoulder. It's evident that someone is in the room with him, since he's focused on them and not on what he's doing. ]

Is it working? I cannot tell if --

[ Another voice interrupts, directing his attention back to the camera, and then Damen adjusts it so that his whole face is on screen. He is dark-haired and dark-eyed, and his olive-toned skin is well bronzed by sunlight.

He could not look less comfortable with a camera in his hand. His smile is a somewhat awkward attempt at friendliness, but it's obvious this is new to him.

Hello. My name is Damen. [ His eyes flick away from the camera at that, looking again at his companion. 'Damen', and not 'Damianos'. A pet name given to a network of strangers. He sees no reason to hide their true names - but he’ll do it, even so.

While he is introducing himself, the person who had his attention earlier decides to make an appearance. Or better yet, he decides to slide into the space by ending half on Damen’s lap, one hand lazily lifting to sweep a little of his hair back from his forehead. Where the original man is large and olive skinned, Laurent looks fair and slight in comparison. He isn’t actually in miniature, a fact he will press upon people at some point, when perspective is brought up. And where there is bare skin on show behind him, his is all covered up by the kind of clothing that looks restricting even by modern standards.

And mine is Laurent. [ He somehow manages to look like he’s smiling without following through, which is a power he possessed before the Porter ever decided to bless him with new ones. ] As you might have guessed, we’ve only recently arrived to this wonderful place.

[ Damen has rearranged himself to give Laurent space, and slide an accommodating arm around his waist. At that comment, though, he rolls his eyes up at his lover. Be nice, Laurent.

Laurent catches that look out of the corner of his eye, mouth twitching slightly like that smile he’s been curbing is threatening to break free.

We would like any advice you can give about acclimatising while here. This world is unlike our own, your buildings, modes of transport, ways of communication - [ Lifting his brows upward as if to indicate the device . ] - they’re all unfamiliar. We would not like to remain ignorant.

[ Then Damen leans in, tagging onto the end: ]

And I have need of a place to train. I prefer the sword. If any of you would test your skill against mine, I’d welcome it.

[ The glance they share then seems to be one of mutual agreement. Laurent shifts slightly, reaches out to turn off the feed. His sleeve obscures the view, but to those with extremely good hearing they might catch the as if anyone could best you before Damen interrupts his own smile to reach forward.]

Wait - there was something else. [ There’s a brief scramble for something beside him, and then Damen lifts his file into view. With his eyebrows lifting and expression dubious, he reads from the page. ] Can someone tell me what-- ‘Sunday School’ is? I am supposed to teach it.

[ He glances up at Laurent, nodding. ] That’s it.

[ It’s settled then, Laurent angles the camera once, so that his sincere ( no, really! ) expression can be caught. ] We appreciate the aid.

[ ooc: Damen is red and Laurent is blue. ]
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hi its shinji again

you might remember me from that network post a couple months ago where i

well i wasnt in the best state but thats not what im here to talk about (im also not here to talk about this agonizing bus ride im stuck on without my headphones seriously why is american public transit the worst in every reality anyway uh)

[Unseen here is the five minute pause where Shinji had to consider if he really wanted to talk about this in public, but Hell, there's someone from his world here already. It's not like he can control what people find out anymore.]

there are probably a lot of people here from worlds where theres more sapient species on earth than just humans, right? i know for a fact theres worlds were elves and dragons and stuff are real at least

how does that work? is it possible for two species to co-exist in peace like that? even if one of them seems monstrous?

in my world there was another species too (well kind of another species but not really long story) and in the end there could only be one of us left. we just couldnt share the earth. maybe because there was only supposed to be one to begin with

i guess what im asking is

could it have been different?
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[Behold, Loki, hunched over a desk looking uncharacteristically introspective while performing dexterous feats of incredible skill with an inking pen. The mellifluous tones of Daft Punk can be heard coming from somewhere in the background as he opts to ignore the video for a moment more in favor of his deep contemplation.

And once the moment has passed, he stops with the finger tricks and fixes his gaze directly on the camera.]

Contrary to my usual M.O. I may require some help with a pressing quandary. Set-backs are usually temporary for me, granted some set-backs are walls while others are hurdles, but this one has me boxed. A boxed Loki never bodes well…oh, if I didn’t introduce myself last time? [Because there was another him, was there not? He looks vaguely sour for a moment.] Loki Laufeyson, though I’m under the impression that some of you have already met me before.

[For what it’s worth he’ll do a flourishing bow for the sake of theatrics.]

Back to the dilemma at hand. Your help will require the ability to tap into a time when you were below the legal age of majority. Your inner child. Sadly, my inner child and I had a disagreement, we're no longer speaking. [siiiiiigh] If you can get in touch with yours, or if you’ve never been one, but you possess a vivid imagination and are able to relate, or if you are, in fact, a child then here’s your mission--

[He’s getting to his point, patience is, after all a virtue. The question you should really be asking yourself is “what is Loki’s newfound preoccupation with the inner child?” Is he having a Freudian moment?]

Our exercise is this. I’m going to show you three pictures, yes the pictures have words, just ignore the words. I want to know, from the perspective of children, which picture would they most identify with and why.

[He’ll hold up picture number one. Take a minute to process that.

Picture number two.

And finally number three.]

Just in case you’re curious, this is the Yggdrasil, the World Tree of Norse mythology, and these are the nine realms that are presented. There were ten, but a war happened, a baby was involved, Odin flipped his Skittles, and he disowned Heven completely. Cut it clean from the rest of the realms!

Thoughts? Feelings? Expressions of outrage?
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[ Oh you are all in for such a lovely treat on this fine afternoon! Dorian has decided to make his presence officially known in a fashion befitting of... well, something. It's taken him a while to adjust to using such a device, and he still doesn't know much about it, but he does know how to fake knowing everything. And that is the key to survival.

Or something like it.

He grins widely in greeting before tipping his head to the side and waving his hand in a mockery of a bow. ]

Hello out there. I've been told this will reach a wide variety of people and assured I'm not simply speaking to myself. Not that it's a terrible thing, of course, speaking to oneself! Especially when you have a voice as delightful as mine.

[ Ego, yes. He has one full and intact. ]

Now, then! For those who've not had the pleasure, my name is Dorian Pavus and I've found that over the years one can learn an interesting deal from someone new by simply playing a game. And who doesn't enjoy a little bit of entertainment? One of my absolutely favorites is word association. I'm sure there's plenty of you who are smart enough to know or assume what I mean, but for the others: I give a word and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind, then I—in turn—do the same and so on and so forth. We keep going until whenever it reaches a natural end or a question derails the game itself.

Simple, yes? [ He smiles again as if he's just taught a child a new trick. ] I'll start you all off with an easy one: Magic.

( video )

Jul. 25th, 2016 03:13 pm
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[personal profile] sidequestings
[ when the video begins, mahanon is curled neatly in a chair, picking away with a small knife at what looks like a piece of wood that's a couple of inches long. his eyes lift and he offers the camera a brief smile, then turns his attention back to whatever it is he's slowly carving. ]

So that was exciting, huh? Anyway, speaking of gods and stories, after talking with Bull, I've been thinking a little about my own. --That is, those of my people and our gods. It's a mostly oral tradition among the Dalish, because we're nomadic by nature. Our clan Keepers are charged with remembering them and passing them on.

[ he finishes the little carving with a flourish, setting the knife down and unfolding himself. he leans toward the camera, planting a small, stylized, seated wolf in front of it.

he leans back, grinning a little sheepishly. ]
--I was thinking about making a halla, but I'm not that great an artist. [ he brushes the few flecks of wood off his pants, sitting back in his chair again. ] Anyway, I suppose a wolf is just as good, so to speak. They have a.. peculiar place in the elvhen pantheon. I used to keep a small totem on me, but.. I lost it in the Fade. Go figure. .. I try not to consider that some kind of sign. [ a breath. ] This fellow is representative of Fen'Harel, the Dread Wolf. He's.. rather a complicated figure. One part trickster, one part representation of evil, one part.. dispenser of hard-won wisdom, I suppose.

[ he hesitates, then reaches for the wolf again, rubbing his thumb over its snout with a thoughtful look. ]

.. I'm.. interested in other religions, a little? [ a beat, glancing back up and gesturing to his vallaslin. ] Not to convert. After all, I wear my faith on my face. But.. stories, like I mentioned. I was training to be a Keeper, myself, before I was caught up in the Inquisition, and I guess it's been a habit to collect them where I go. I know that we supposedly have a few gods-- [ and here's an unsure look, because he's not sure how much he really believes it, text post claiming it or not. after all, corypheus thinks he's a god, too. ] --here walking among us, at least. And even if you aren't a person with religious faith, surely you've heard a myth or two from your world.

[ he hesitates, brushing his braid back over his shoulder, then offering a small shrug. ]

That's it, really. Thank you.
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[ Right, so: here's Pablo, one of this month's new faces, looking an awful lot like A) he just woke up, and B) he just woke up from sleeping in paint. Guess what he did! In fact, it was a paint tray that he slept on -- empty but unwashed -- leaving one side of his face covered in (now dried) yellow paint, which is also in his hair, along with pieces of what looks like confetti and glitter.

He takes his glasses off, looking at the completely paint-obscured left lens.


[ There was a reason he turned this on, but he has to remember it first... Pablo looks down at his glasses again, off of which he's begun to idly chip paint, then back to the screen. ]

Uh, sorry. I don't want to waste anyone's time or anything. I just had a quick thing I was going to say -- I guess instead I fell asleep and forgot to do it, um, but... anyway.

[ He moves, sitting up (or possibly standing) and holding up the camera so that some furniture is visible behind him: a dresser and bookcase, the kind that usually come with the housing, although his have been painted. The bookcase is gradiented by hand in brushstroky blues and blacks, with thin lines of yellow stars cascading downward like diagonal beaded curtains, whereas the dresser is bright yellow and decorated with cartoony green, magenta, and lavender clouds. There's bits of confetti and glitter dried in with the paint here as well, although not necessarily to bad effect (depending on your opinion of such things, of course). ]

I'm getting rid of this dresser and bookcase, so if anyone wants one, you're welcome to it... uh, obviously for free. I went ahead and painted them since I can't really like, deliver them myself... and I figured that might be a hassle for people. But -- um, well... you know. [ Gesturing vaguely... ] If you want me to repaint either of them with something else, I can do that too. I just want them to go to someone who needs them more than I do, that's all. Well, or wants them more than I do. Either way.

[ Then, after another pause (during which he brushes some glitter from his hair and crunches some paint from his bangs): ]

Oh. Right. Uh, I'm Pablo, by the way. [ He hesitates, then gives the screen a little finger-waggly wave. ] Okay. Sorry -- that's all. Bye.


Jul. 2nd, 2016 06:00 pm
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[ Have one Dean Winchester, kicked back and enjoying himself, seated pleasantly enough at Lucifer's desk. Anyone who knows what that office looks like is more than welcome to comment about how he is not the big man on campus who should be sitting in that chair, what are you doing, Lucifer is going to kill you for this... But Dean just looks kind of amused and utterly oblivious to the fact that he's invaded Daddyfer's office. ]

Back home we've got just about everything but the boogie man. And I only say that I 'cause I haven't seen him - he's probably out there, hangin' around, waiting for someone to gank him. [ Dean shrugs. ]

But y'know. Ain't nobody's gotten there yet.

[ Clearing his throat and glancing up for a moment, Dean's gaze narrows as he thinks before he brings it back down again, looking all too inquisitive. ]

But see, what I want to know is, what's everyone else's idea of the 'supernatural.' [ He wiggles his fingers - spooky fingers!! ] I mean c'mon, the shit i've seen over the years, the things nobody else knows about, all the crap that people don't even know exists? I know it's there, I know it goes bump in the night, but if nobody else knows it's there, am I the only one who's callin' it a threat?

I mean- if nobody see's a wendigo walkin' through the forest, i'm still pretty damn sure it exists.

And then it got me thinking-- somewhere out there, there's gotta be a place where everyone knows this crap is running around free. Djinn and vamps and ghosts- like a monster mash that everyone's been invited to. Angels and demons, the whole shebang. And then what the hell makes it so goddamn spooky then? If everyone knows, then is it really so supernatural?

I mean- Hell, just like this place. We all got superpowers, what even makes it that super anymore? I'm not even talking about the difference between your ghosts and my ghosts because that's a whole different story, I mean I know my vamps are probably different from your vamps because with all this other-world shit? Someone out there's probably got ones that can't even stand garlic.

[ And that earns a significant snort. ] And I gotta say, that just makes it too damn easy.


Jun. 6th, 2016 03:24 pm
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[ The feed comes to life, and the voice talking is of a young girl. It sounds firm enough to cover her nerves, but she still has to marshal it to remain strong. ]

My name is Sophie Foster, I'm thirteen years old. I'm only saying that so people don't ask me all the time. [ She sighs; yes, she's young, no, she's not a lost little girl... even if she kind of is. ]

Obviously, I'm new. Right now I really don't have the strength to panic about being here or realizing that somehow an unsustainable situation has been sustained for roughly twenty years more than it should, disregarding the sociopolitical implications that should be evident but nooo... so I'm just going to ask... does anyone know where can I buy cheap clothes? Mine stand out too much.

[ A moment of silence, in which she debates whether to end the message there or take a risk. A risk it is. ]

What do you guys think about elves? Is the name Eternalia familiar to anyone? Or maybe Black Swan?

[ Here goes nothing. ]

002; Video

Jun. 5th, 2016 10:29 am
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[ When Baelish appears on the screen, he is sitting comfortably in his office, the camera propped up on the desk and his hands fold together across the surface. The gleam of his mockingbird sigil is evident at his collar as is the jeweled Narnia hunting pin on his sleeve. A physical sign of his and Lucy's alliance far before he even speaks the words. ]

Greetings to my fellow imPorts, old and new.

My name is Petyr Baelish, the Lord part of my name is optional of course. When I first addressed the network, it was to talk about your thoughts and feelings toward this war and the ambassadors who served each of the imPort cities. I received a lot of valuable feedback and made some interesting friendships because of it. And now, I come to talk to you about the same things -- only this time as a man who will be running to represent you in the city of Maurtia Falls.

cutting this because Baelish doesn't know the meaning of tl;dr )
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[personal profile] rassera
[It's been a long while since Kaneda had to think about preparing himself for the worst in this place. Maybe ever since the Perestroika Seminar things had quieted down to a relatively tame degree, but he's noticed he (especially him) have been getting too comfortable. Not that it's a bad thing--he certainly liked waking up in the morning and not having to fear for his life on a constant basis. But the reality being that the world now saw them as weapons and targets has never quite left his mind. America, for as much as it offered him and as better of a life as it gave him....was still America. And that's the part he hates most.

There's also Peter Pan to consider. He's not going to pretend that the issue of him being let go after four months isn't bugging him, and it's clearly visible when those brows furrow every time the topic's brought up. He needed new tricks to keep up with this guy.

For all his weapons stashed in his closet, he's certainly not going to be the one to say 'yeah, that's enough'. If he'd stopped before, he'd have been a lot less prepared for the events that happened. So when the feed clicks on, he's seen in HIS room for once, Capsule (his golden retriever) lying with him on his bed.

His request is fairly simple.

And it's something one wouldn't really be too surprised to hear coming from him.]


Anyone know how to use swords?

[Because he's looking for teachers.]
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[personal profile] notsheepish
So, uh... hi?

[The woman on-screen cringes a little and runs a hand through her hair.]

Sorry. Never had to introduce myself to the internet before. I'll try to be less awkward from now on.

I'm Ruby. Or, you can call me Red. Some of my friends do, so... Anyway! I'm new around these parts and figured I should say hi to everybody. It seems to be the thing to do for us newbies, right? So yeah, I like running, watching movies, nights out on the town with friends. That sort of thing. So if that's your thing too, hit me up, I guess? Maybe we can do a thing together sometime. I don't know.

[Yes. Excellent. Not awkward at all.]

Also, if anybody's up for a weird conversation about witches and ghosts and goblins and stuff or has seen a small woman wearing a sword, a scowl, and a suit of armor, let me know! I seem to have lost one. Er, woman, I mean. Not goblin.



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