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*for a few minutes there are dark flashes of images. Almost entirely incoherent, but there's a sense of dread to them. The silence is almost deafening.

A young boy blindfolded and trapped in a box-

A mangled body hanging from a treehouse-

A terrified little girl with blood splattered on her face-

Heiji and another teen hanging off a cliffside-

A different boy pale and unconscious in a hospital-

An explosion and the ground shaking from something big-

A stone angel just barely visible at the end of a manor hall-

A montage of bodies of all types and deaths, until a pattern of fatal gunshot wounds can be recognized.

The video straightens out. Heiji is standing in an entryway. It's dark, the only light coming from a room beyond the stairs. The shadows shift just outside Heiji's view, as if creatures are writhing in the darkness. A realistic looking statue of a crow rested on the knob at the end of the stair railing, black eyes glittering as if watching. Waiting.

Heiji moved down the hall. The expression on his face implied that he knew what was coming, and he hated it, even while it hoped it wasn't true. He approached the door and pushed it open. The light came from the fireplace, a dim fire dying in the ashes. The rest of the room was fuzzy, details unnoticed in light of the body in the middle of the floor; almost unrecognizable beneath the blood. Blood was everywhere. He knew it was more than the human body could actually produce, but that didn't he register in his mind as he approached. The firelight splashed across the fresh blood.

The detective covers his mouth as he recognizes the body. He staggers a step back and opens his mouth to say something, or scream.

The sound of a crow SCREAMS across the video just before it cuts out*

inordertobelieve

[Did you order a half-naked lawyer today? I know you probably didn't, but the sight is accidentally caught on your blackberries anyway, because you know that that's how the Author works.
It's not really anything like these awkward-sexy situations though. Sure enough, Mikami is really handsome, but there's nothing really funny about a man who's skin looks like it had been attempted to not be cleaned but completely washed away and separated from the body.
As Mikami gets dressed he seems to notice neither... not that his skin should probably hurt and not that the blackberry is recording.

He had just needed to get it off his body, off his mind. Everything. The Author's influence, his time here, his memories, the last plot, the dirt, everything was just dirty. It shouldn't touch him, not ever. The neurosis he had been forced not to really act on at all, due to the plots, just backfired badly on him. Not that he actually noticed. It wasn't much of a conscious action, more a part of his personality etched deeply into his soul ever since he had been in school. Get it off, off, off. Keep himself clean of all their influences, everything. It didn't have much use now though.
Picking his Blackberry up without looking, Mikami left the shower room.]

fallen_from_grace

[Where the hell was this supposed to be? She didn't leave the factory, not since she brought that useless doctor woman to Joh---....John. Where was John?!

Grabbing what she thought was her phone, she hit the Speaker button, and then another button resulting in a loud beep across the network. Pausing as she didn't hear a ringing or a dial tone, she decided to just go with it and spoke into the phone.]

John...?

I don't know where I am, I swear, I didn't leave the factory...do you have any idea what's happened?

[Somehow, she was staying calm...but that wouldn't last much longer.]

pineapple_fairy

[And whatever you all were doing it is no longer important because Mukuro is on the screen, looking mighty irritated. Well... at least as irritated as he CAN look... which, given his perpetual smile, comes off as being more perturbed than irate. However, that doesn't matter, something is at hand that needs to dealt with immediately and he doesn't have time for pleasantries.]

Judging by the other feeds I assume it is safe to say a bit of a swap of abilities has been done.

[He leans forward to the screen intently, his smile becoming just a hint harsher]

I need to know who has the first path of hell. You will know who you are. It is imperative to a dear friend of mine's life that I teach you how to utilize it.

[He starts to turn as goes to shut the feed off but pauses giving a brief glance at the blackberry for one more moment- his expression unusually serious.]

...and as for those of you that encountered me the other week, I think it is best for all parties, that it be forgotten.

[and he clicks the feed off.]

psychic-labrat.livejournal.com

Good morning.

It seems we are back at the manor at last, and except for the...obvious changes the Author seems to be continuing her roll of going easy on us. On that note, however, how many of the residents have been struck by this...bizarre condition she's imposed upon us?

More importantly, has anyone figured out how to get out of their rooms?

hearsthesilence.livejournal.com

[He looked out of the hotel window where he'd woken up. It was nice, fairly high-class, which suited him just fine. Despite the fact he was definitely not where he fell asleep, he's seemingly unruffled. Actually, he's finding the prospect of being kidnapped... almost amusing. Or at least, that's what it would look like.

He pulls back the curtain, and looks out across the street, taking in the architeture, and using that to get his bearings better than the festival.] Munich, Germany, if I'm not mistaken.

[He looks back at the the blackberry] But the date is different from that of the festival that appears to be in progress. That leaves me with two possible conclusions. And seeing as I doubt that Germany would celebrate one of their most well-known and widely travelled for festivals belatedly... This is not the real Germany.

Commendations on the attempt though.

[OOC: I'll reply to comments tomorrow when I ~~finally~~ get home <3]

lovestartsat0.livejournal.com

[The Blackberry displays a bit of interference when Ran switches it on for the first time. The girl appears, taking a tentative nibble out of her soft pretzel, salted and glistening with butter. She looks like she's about to comment to whoever is out there watching, but her eyes blink in surprise and she looks at the pretzel]

Wow, this is really good! [She looks over her shoulder, back at the pretzel stand with the burly German merchant, and then to the left off-screen.]

...but really salty. I wonder if they have any drinks that actually quench your thirst...[Flatstare] Though I bet father would be swimming in beer if he were here...

[Oh wait! The Blackberry's still on! A worried Ran looks back to her Blackberry screen.]

Say, if any of you see a little boy wandering around--with glasses, talks a lot, very curious--could you let me know? I don't want him wandering too far.

Thank you!

aboruk-otiak.livejournal.com

*Akito crouched near the door to the kitchen, shaking out a salt can sized bottle of some sort of dark powder into the hall along the line of the wall where it wouldn't be easily seen. He glances both ways and disposes of the can inside a potted plant, then ducked into the room. Jogging quickly, the thief snuck out the window, and worked his way back around inside, hiding in a nearby room.

It didn't take long for him to hear the sound of familiar footsteps. A middle aged man walked determinedly into the kitchen, talking to the empty room for a moment before realizing Akito wasn't actually there.*

Now I'm not going to say it again. You're going to come with me and submit to reprogramming before you cause any more trou-hey, where did he go?

*wasting no time, Akito crept up behind him and kicked him hard into the room, and lit a match, backpedaling quickly out of the way as he dropped it on the line of powder*

Goodbye for good, Father.

*with that he dashed quickly down the hallway, jumping for safety just as the kitchen lit up in flames*

((ooc: Manorites may have seen him violently trying to end the ghost of some kind of scientist all week, until he vanished suspiciously Friday night. While he was creeping about, he stole some certain supplies and booby trapped the kitchen in the middle of the night Saturday. Anyone near the kitchen will see the room pretty much explode. Let's hope no one was IN the kitchen, cause that wouldn't have stopped the robot from lighting it up.))

psychic-labrat.livejournal.com

*the first few seconds is a bit of an embarrassed silence before you hear someone let out a tired breath*

Good afternoon, everyone. I-

*a pause*

I must apologize for my actions the past couple days. I'm not sure what came over me. I'm sorry.

*there's another awkward silence before it ends*

notathunnusfish.livejournal.com

[...This place was totally not his bedroom. Tsuna was pretty sure waking up in a place that was not his bedroom was probably a bad sign. Waking up in a place that wasn't his bedroom without Reborn doing something like, oh, saying it was some kind of weird training exercise or something.

Feeling sort of suspicious about the whole thing, Tsuna's going to stick his head out into the hallway and try to sneak out. This... this place is weird. He's going to look around him at the nameplates on some of the doors.

...And that's when he sees it.

Rokudo Mukuro.

...Oh crap.

Yeah, Tsuna's going to try to slink into his room, but we all know his luck is worse than letting him actually get there undisturbed.

Interrupt him. Please.]

diditmyway.livejournal.com

[The blackberry starts a feed when its abruptly dropped by fingers that move now for the first time in nearly a week or more. twitching black gloved fingers belonging, as is revealed as the device skitters to the the floor with an unpleasant rattling, to a stick thin, blonde bobbed young man, now in all black velvet and feathers rather than leather.

Thats not going to make him very happy.

Mello's eyes open with a bit of an scrunch of the, brows knitting and a hand coming up to his face as his body seems to rediscover movement all at once.

And head rolling back, it knocks against the wall. He's sitting. He's been asleep sitting, and now he's staring at a ceiling that is not the ceiling he fell asleep to. The hell is the Titanic? Though given a second maybe he should be grateful its gone anyway. No. He can still be pissed. This is bullshit, just more bullshit.]

Fuck.

[He mumbles before moving to get up. And as he notices the blackberry watching him he rolls his eyes and kicks it hard, the thing turning off as it slams against the wall]

caseofthetruth.livejournal.com

[Naoto study's the Blackberry carefully, it seemed like an older model of the phone, but still, in a place such as this it was rather odd to see a phone like this. Considering they appeared to be in the renaissance period.]

I wonder why a contraption such as this exists in what appears to be the renaissance?

[She turns it around, the scene you now see if one from outside the window, to the view of the place. After a moment or two it gets turned back around before placed upon the table, revealing Naoto's outfit.]

It appears that I'm definatly not in Inaba anymore, nor might I be anywhere nearby, as I have never seen a room like this anywhere near, and it's definatly not one from Amagi Inn.

[She pauses for a moment, turning her head before she started to walk toewards the door, opening it before glancing outside. She was hoping to find something, anything about who had managed to get her here, she knew she wasn't invesitgating anything right now.]

He...couldn't have caused this, I thought it was over.

[So, that idea of the tv had gone as soon as it had entered her mind, but for now it was time to go out and look around as the feed shuts off due to it not being used.]

idbuckthat.livejournal.com

[A young man in his early twenties, along with his beloved pet(and best friend) perched on one shoulder, and a small blue and white serpent coiled partially around his neck like a tiny scarf are lounging around the main hall, sprawled upon the sofa. He'd only just arrived earlier that day, and has no clue what to make of the dragon-thing, but he's grown attached to it over the few hours they've already had together.]

[The Dratini is nuzzling at him from the side opposite of the one Enzio is resting on.]

Hey! Hey that tickles!

[And there's a bit of a laugh at that.]

Don't worry, I've got plenty of time and attention for the both of you.

weatherbraids.livejournal.com

[The video feed shows Tris in what is most assuredly fancier, more expensive clothing than the last time she was here. It still shows the signs of Sandry’s hands, but Tris herself also looks older, her eyes and expression harder.] So, I’m in this place again. [Her voice has a slight growl to it.] At least this time I have Chime.

[As if her name were a cue, the glass-looking thing on her neck and shoulders uncurls. It's a dragon, made completely of glass, and about the size of a housecat. She crawls closer to the blackberry, until Tris shakes her head.] Chime, you can't eat this.

Ah- Saguru? I’d like a word with you in private, if I could.

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[Of course it was inevitable. The ship is sinking. The bloody ship with all its passengers is sinking and soon almost everyone will be dead. Hell of a place to end up.]

She does have a wonderful sense of humor, doens't she?

[Emma was, of course, in the First Class cabins. Nothing but the best for the Xavier Institute co-headmistress and heir to the Frost family fortune. So she's one of the first to learn about the sinking ship. The rest, though, might not yet know. As if it would be difficult to find out. She sends everyone on board a telepathic message.]

The ship is going down. For those of you who don't know your history, there are not enough lifeboats on board to save everyone. Everyone get on the deck now and we'll figure out how to get off this thing. If you're trapped, we'll find you. Just stay calm and don't panic. And not dying would help as well.

my-own-friend.livejournal.com

[If you walk by the living room, you might notice something shiny. Very shiny. Look closer and you'll see that it's someone very shiny. Look again. It's Emma Frost in her diamond form, huddled in a chair and reading and trying not look grumpy. Her fingers make a tinkling sound whenever they brush together, and she frowns as she stares at the pages. The way her eyebrows are knit together speaks of frustration or a bad headache.]

Bloody hell...that stupid tart...

gender-at-will.livejournal.com

[The feed comes on facing D'eon for a moment, surprisingly the old timer had figured out how to turn the thing on, on purpose for once. Apparently he has no idea just how long he's been gone, or that he's even been gone.]

Pardon me but could someone please explain the current plot this week? I am currently at a lo-

[The blackberry is suddenly drops to the ground as D'eon is forced to jump back to dodge an oncoming zombie. The Frenchman draws his sword and makes quick work of the undead. Such a slow beast was no match for him. Once it falls, D'eon flicks the blood off his sword and sheaths it before picking up the blackberry again]

Please, any information would be much appreciated. Thank you.

[He bows his head politely and puts the blackberry in his pocket... but fails to turn it off. Well... at least he got it on...]

babynightshade.livejournal.com

[Stalking prey is something that Toothless is very good at but when this prey seems to be hunting something else, well, she's going to be curious just to see what they're looking for. Keeping to the shadows, she stays out of sight. Apparently dragon isn't on the zombie menu and she's having a little fun blowing blue-white lightening charged fireballs at her targets or pouncing on one just to hear it pop.

She really seems to be having a little fun with these stinky creatures.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[The feed comes on to a rather pale and ill-looking Hayato. He's got dark circles under his eyes, his breathing is shallow, and it appears he having a difficult time just getting the energy to talk. The blackberry seems to tremble as he's having a difficult time holding it]

Oi... I was just wonderin' if...

[He looks off to the side for a moment, utterly ashamed of asking favors with no way to pay them back.]

I was wonderin' if I could bum some cigarettes of someone again. I'll find a way to pay ya back, I swear. Thanks.

[And he lets his hand just fall to his side, revealing his condition. His clothes are drenched with dried blood, especially his back where he's been laying down. Though the most notable injury would be his left leg... or lack thereof. From his lower thigh and down, his leg is gone. His jeans are cut just above the injury, and are utterly caked with dried blood. He's not aware the feed is running and doesn't make an effort to turn it off]

abluechild.livejournal.com

[Aoko had been asleep well over a day before she finally starts to come too. The first thing she remembers was the horrible pain she felt shortly before blacking out- the next thing is why she was put through so much pain. Someone had asked about Kaito. Someone that thought she'd been lying when she said he was just her stupid best friend. Someone Dangerous.

So the first completely coherent thought in her head has her sitting bolt up right- Where's Kaito?]

K-Kaito?! Kaito! [she immediately gets to her feet-or tries too, for some reason she's a little unsteady on her feet and she falls with a small thump back in the grass]

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Entries tagged with comment: hakuba saguru

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