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[When Kyoji came on the video feed he looked extremely irritated. And understandably so. He is completely covered from head to toe with honey. So coated in fact that even his stubborn hair was completely weighed down and dripping with the substance. On top of that, what appears to be corn flakes are stuck to the honey, coating most of him. It was like he had been tar and feathered, only with tastier things.]

I would appreciate advice on how to keep those rodents out of my room. They have stolen my coffee pot three times. And the pranks they put me through to get it back have gotten worse each time. The most recent has resulted in this.

[As if to punctuate his point, a large blob of honey dripped off the bangs of his hair, narrowly missing the blackberry. His scowl deepens and he attempts to take a towel to wipe the honey away from his eyes, but quickly realizes the towel is already too saturate with the sticky substance to do any good. With a sigh, he flips the device off.]

bestamontillado

[From the clatter as the feed comes on and the camera angle, it's fairly clear that it wasn't intentionally turned on, so much as dumped off of a nightstand; the room is dimly lit, but you can pretty well make out a certain illusionist half-dressed and having issues with the unfamiliar room.]

[There's also some muttered swearing in Italian, and he's fumbling on the floor feeling around for the Blackberry ... a couple feet away. No, the room's not THAT poorly lit.]

[Finally there's a grumpy pause, and silence, it's almost as if the blackberry falls through the floor into blackness, only to drop from mid-air into Spade's hands at an awkward angle.]

[Only to get frowned at; Yeah, he's having issues with visual tracking and not actually SEEING it.]

[Finally, after a moment of annoyance, it gets set on his dresser, video recording the ceiling, as there's the sound of him rustling around the room, getting his clothes, and fumbling around badly.]

[Nope, he doesn't know it's on.]

ilikekneesocks

[Blade isn't happy. No he's not. He was kind of in the middle of something before everything went all crazy. And now he's in some kind of palace where the guards and serving girls all talk gibberish.]

I don't give a damn where I am. Just tell me how to get back to the Black Spot.

[He's holding the Blackberry in his free hand while he's lifting up one of the palace guards by the scruff of his clothes.]

Now you have two seconds to give me the answer I want or you're not going to have the chance to see what I will do to the next guy I come across.

deeplymeaningless

[Look who doesn't look very happy today. This is one of the rare occasions when every bit of his annoyance can be seen on Ryuutaro's face.]

If there is any way to make these people keep their distance, I'd appreciate if I was told right now.

[Ryuutaro knew he was pretty. But he did not think that was an appropriate reasons for random men to come on to him, occassionally mistaking him for a girl. He had not been suddenly touched this often in his entire life and it was nothing short from extremely unnerving.]

I hope everyone is enjoying the week.

[... that didn't sound very honest, not even his usual faked smile entered his lips. And with his fan angrily snapping shut the transmission ends]

andsuddenlydynamite

[As one of those almost completely unaffected by the plot (as far as he knew anyway), Hayato just assumed it was another quiet week. He didn't particularly mind, it was a bit dull, but after the holidays and all the field trip jumping around it was sort of welcome. He had spent the first few days restocking his supplies of dynamite, and now had decided to continue to fulfill his promise to his mother he made back in October before the whole event with the Angels. Not to mention he wanted to try the sheet music he got for Christmas from Reborn.

So anyone by the music room will hear the sounds of Bach's Solfeggietto and see a familiar silverette at the piano.]

armorangel.livejournal.com

[Varon's MP3 player is blaring through the network playing anything from HIM to Front Line Assembly. It must have gone through seven different songs before it stops. A hand reaches into the darkened space of his pocket and covers the screen.]

Eh? I don't remember this thing.

[Varon's eyes widened with curiosity and blinks a few times. He brings the device in close, his baby blue eye now taking over the screen.]

Looks expensive.

[Then a throaty chuckle.]

Hope no one misses it.

[Then a laugh.]

Wonder who's it is. They'll call for it soon, I bet. Better keep it on an' wait who calls.

[He sets it down on the table and puts his ear buds back in. Even if anyone did call, they'll leave a message that it's theirs, right?]

lovestartsat0.livejournal.com

[It was hard to miss the talk over the network about the recent snowfall. Of course, waking up to that gentle silence that snow brought with it was enough indication that the landscape of the mansion had changed to a more seasonally-appropriate outlook.]

[Ran couldn't help but be a little excited. Tokyo rarely got snow, unless it was having an unseasonably cold year. Typically she would have to travel a little up north and west-to Osaka, for example-in order to enjoy any type of snow-related recreation.]

[But there was snow! A rare occurrence that Ran wasn't about to take for granted. She snuck into the kitchen once it was empty. She needed to spend some time to better acquaint herself with the layout, and see just how well the pantry was stocked.]

[...she had to admit, she was impressed! All the ingredients she needed were available to her in perfect view, along with several ingredients she wasn't all that familiar with. This had potential!]

Well then, it's not getting any warmer outside...! [Ran rolled up her sleeves and set to work by the stove. She had solid bars of milk chocolate, a gallon of milk, some cinnamon sticks, and a bag of marshmallows ready and waiting.]

This will be loads better than any instant mix! [Ran smiled as she stirred the milk to keep it from burning on the bottom of the bot.] This'll be a nice treat for everyone~!

deeplymeaningless

[Hello, Manor. You now have plus one kid. Ryuutaro is small.... really small, yet make-up-less and glorious six years old. Also he looks really lost. He's standing at the main entrance, staring out at the garden.]

Suzuki-san...?

....

Oka-sama? Otou-sama?

[As there is no reply he steps out, leaving his Blackberry -which he has yet to think of as his- on the ground. He takes a deep breath and still looks so very unsure, but then again, kind of fascinated]

deeplymeaningless

[Ryuutaro probably does not realize his blackberry's transmitting and it's easy to figure out that he'd never willingly show himself like this. His face is a complete mess, his eyes are swollen, there's remnants of red and pink color all over his skin and he's crying, crying so hard that it seems impossible to figure out how he's even breathing.
And he's covered in blood. The video doesn't show it clearly, but in front of him there's a corpse with silver hair.]

... why... how could this happen?

['Because it's fate'... the reply just comes to Ryuutaro's mind like the most natural thing. And then there is anger in his eyes. And hatred]

If this is fate... i-if this really is fate.. then I... I h-...

[Ryuutaro pauses, not wanting to speak out loud what he just thought. 'I hate it'. But it's true. Any other person, anybody else, but fate just had to take Hayato. Ryuutaro couldn't forgive something like this.
Any other person...but not...]

H-hayato--!

[And with this strangled pain-filled cry the identity of the corpse is clear.]

((ooc: Naturally this is backdated to 10.18.))

caseofthetruth.livejournal.com

[Naoto switches on the feed, her face not showing any signs of emotion, she certainlly means business.]

Since I first arrived here, I have been checking out various places in and around the castle area, just to see if what people have said to be true. Although it would be impossible to be able to keep us here without people escaping, the information I was given is true.

[She pauses for a moment, looking around her room before looking back at the blackberry.]

Since we all appear to have been brought here together by this author person, I feel as if I should introduce myself. My name is Naoto Shirogane, it's a pleasure to meet you all here. Although given the circumstances things could have been better.

[She arranges her hat so that it's at the right angle before picking up the blackberry.]

I'm curious to know this since I've heard about different worlds, but I would like to know what your worlds are like where you are from.

[She bows her head slightly, a very tiny smile placed firmly upon her face.]

Thank you for your time.

[With that she switches the feed off.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[At some time early in the morning, Hayato had very tentatively made his way into the kitchen with the goal of taking a weeks worth of canned goods and hoarding them in his room. After some rather unpleasant encounters last week he wanted to avoid contact with people as much as he could. The teen was SORELY disappointed to discover that all canned food had vanished from the shelves and cabinets and replaced with things like bread and stupid shit like that.

Slowly he eases himself onto a chair, and starts picking at the fruit in a bowl at the center of the table, inspecting it to see if it's poisoned. He grunts a bit here and there, and sits a little lopsided. He's clad only in a pair of pants, and what looks like a bandage shirt. His cheek is swollen and on a whole it looks like he was beaten and battered by a giant cat.

...because he essentially WAS beaten and battered by a giant cat.

The only other thing he's got on his is his dynamite holster, he didn't usually wear it unless he was expecting a fight, not just having breakfast... but after the past two weeks ~~of getting his ass kicked by strangers~~ he was making this a new habit.

So please, come bother him. He's totally in the mood!]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Well to anyone walking past the Parlor would probably notice... well...

a significant lack of parlor.

It seems the author was all for setting up a little birthday surprise for the teen... which said teen didn't appreciate. Having a birthday on the anniversary of the death of your mother doesn't exactly make it a happy day. After he was done ripping the decorations apart, and tossing the cake to the ground, Gokudera had taken it upon himself to blow up the rest. He didn't do a very thorough job though, some parts of the decorations made it through, he didn't care though. He had made his point. He stormed back up to his room with his bucket of fish for the "Ogopogo" he had been caring for.

So to anyone looking for the teen, they will find him in his room, sitting next to his Lapras, watching the memory feed of his mother on repeat that he got from prison week. The Pokemon occasionally nudging at him in concern.]

pineapple_fairy

[Well as expected after his fantastic little display yesterday- Mukuro was planning to make one of his usual brilliant escapes... it would have gone flawlessly if there was actually anywhere to escape to. Once he discovered that it was impossible to physically get out of the prison, he surrendered to the guards who put him into solitary confinement... a pathetic excuse for solitary confinement., at least compared to ~~the pickle jar~~ his confinement in Vendice.

He’s gracelessly tossed outside into the exercise area, ah perfect timing to be released. He seems unfazed by everything, just contently taking a deep breath of the outside air... that is until a feed catches his attention...

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Standing before Mukuro and two groups of people (including Belphegor) is a small teal-haired boy in a bizarre large apple hat. Mukuro waves to the boy in greeting.

The boy's only reaction is to rub his eyes in disbelief.

"Crap. I'm seeing fairies." suddenly the boy goes into a strange dance-like movement, "Ombra kokka dombra kokko! Begone fairies!"

Belphegor's group go into a bit of an uproar calling out in shock and disbelief that the kid doesn't recognize them for one reason or another- which Mukuro only laughs at.

"Kufufufu, you Varia don't leave much impression." He turns to address the boy, "Fran, it's me! You recognize your teacher don't you?"

They boy pauses his little dance and looks at Mukuro, it appears as though he recognizes. The boy speaks again.

"You startled me. This is shocking." Mukuro smiles broadly. Sucks to be Varia.... that is... until the boy continues, "Way up in the mountains I didn't expect to find... a pineapple fairy."

Mukuro instantly has to be held back from going after the boy with his trident, and the Varia immediately go into a ROAR of laughter, calling out jeers at Mukuro's expense.
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All of Mukuro's hate. Focused on his blackberry. He vowed that one day... he would make the author suffer for this. Suffer like he has never made anyone suffer before.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[Well guess who just COULDN’T resist getting into solitary confinement on day one? Not even day one... the first HOUR of the plot. Well Hayato was never one for just TAKING smack talk... but unlike usual he didn’t stand a chance against these guys. After his time in solitary is up he’s unceremoniously THROWN into the mess hall, and kicked in the ribs before the guards leave. His face is bruised and swollen, and it’s a safe bet the rest of him isn’t in much better shape. He pushes himself off the ground onto his knees and wipes his lip which has begun bleeding again, along with his nose. He sits back on the ground to catch his breath a bit, and then all of a sudden something comes over the blackberries, including his, that REALLY catches his attention...

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A young Hayato is sitting a a large lavishly decorated room practicing his the piano. He’s about to play a wrong note when a woman’s hand takes his and guides it to the correct one. He looks up curiously to a silver-haired woman who is almost the splitting image of the the young boy.

“This is the F sharp key” She smiled warmly down at the boy, “Do you like the piano?”

The young Hayato nodded cheerfully. “I Love it!”

She woman seems to light up at this and cups both of his small hands in her own petting them.

“Gentle hands are best suited for playing the piano. These are wonderful piano-hands. Keep playing the piano, and never forget how it feels to play like this.”

“okay!” The young Hayato giggles and smiles... and the feed is cut.

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The teen just stares at the blackberry, he could feel his heart almost stop while he watched it... his last memory of his mother. And everyone saw it... he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but continue looking at the screen in horror...]

andsuddenlydynamite

[anyone walking by the parlor will discover a rare sight. Hayato is resting relatively quietly. He's sitting on the couch his bad leg kicked up on the table, and he's watching T.V. more specifically, Star Wars. He's got a notebook on his lap, filled with his schematics and formulas, and off to the side he's got some of his tools and some unfinished mechanisms for his explosives. He's essentially turned the area into his little fort.

He looks up to the movie over the rim of his glasses from time to time, maybe grabbing a handful of popcorn, but over all he's focused on his work.]

andsuddenlydynamite

[And for the rare few of you that missed Gokudera and his rather abrasive usual self, well here he is... speaking perfectly by the way. He appears to be sitting at some sort of table, and there's a door in view behind him... that moans and shuffles can be heard eminating from. Though he doesn't seem to care]

Alright morons listen up 'cause I'm only going to do this once. I know most of you lot are sissies, so I'm goin' to show you how to make somethin' useful.

[He pulls out a bag of flour, a shoelace, a bottle of wine and a lightbulb]

I'm goin' to teach you how to make bomb, and this is all you need. Alright, first thing's first, take all the shit outta the lightbulb, and put flour in it.[The teen demonstrates as he talks] Next, pour some alcohol on the fuse... [And before he does this he takes a swig from the wine bottle, only to spit the liquid out right after, cussing and muttering about the taste] then, stick the fuse in the lightbulb and light 'er up.

[The teen brings the fuse to his cigarette, giving it a moment to light.]

Not exactly the most potent explosive... [and the source of the shuffling finally makes it to the doorway just in time for Hayato to toss his little creation back at it, the jerry-rigged bomb goes off with a small blast of fire, igniting the zombie's head and shoulders]...but it's sure to melt some faces. And that's my cue to get out of here.

[The teen reaches for a crutch off-screen and pushes himself up with a grunt before reaching for the blackberry]

Get me a tailpipe some fireworks and an alarm clack and I'll show ya how to make a pipe bomb.

[and he ends the feed]

[Fan filter]

( Private to Temari )

( Private to Ryuutaro )

scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com

[Black Jack is quite happily sat on one of the benches in the garden, looking up at the stars. Or atleast that's what it looks like from a distance. Up close, anyone who goes to poke him will see that his eyes are closed, and that he's dozing lightly. The night wasn't warm, but it wasn't too cold either - not that it would have mattered either way. With the Manor gone, they'd all have to get used to the great outdoors.But he had had to sleep outside more than once in his career]

((Feel free to wake him))

andsuddenlydynamite

[Anyone near the lake will probably not be able to avoid noticing the rather large explosion followed by a large plume of water.Yup, our little Italian is at it again. Fishing like a man... which means with explosives. Though his "fishing" had given him a BRILLIANT idea for a new variety of dynamite, and he's just ITCHING to get the idea down on paper!

When the video comes on, Hayato is shirtless once again (go figure), and wading out in the shallow part of the lake, he's got his t-shirt tied off like a sack and swung over his shoulder and it seems to be full of something.]

OI! If anyone has some paper or a pen or somethin', I'll trade ya some fish for it! Or cigarettes. Cigarettes work too.

[Don't think he's just going to be handing out his goods for free!]

sandcarnage.livejournal.com

[The lack of discernable chakra in the forest is the reason that Gaara knows he is no longer in Konoha. Concerned, however, Gaara is not. No chakra meant no threats. No threats meant no fun. Being separated from Kankuro, Temari, Baki and the mission at hand doesn't bother Gaara in the slightest. What bothers him more is the fact that he had been robbed of a match with Uchiha Sasuke. He had wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of those eyes....to watch them roll upwards towards a sky they could no longer see, staring into perpetual nothingness. His entrails would become one with the sand on his back.

A beat.

Gaara clutches his forehead; the familiar pounding was back. Thirst. So tempting.

Another beat. A deep calming breath

His hands fall away from his head, and he stands perfectly straight. Gaara readjusts the gourd on his back; he could feel the sand inside shifting with reassuring melody. Calmer now than he had been since the Forest of Death, he formed the seal of the Ram to ascend to the highest branch of the tallest tree in sight. If he was to satisfy this, he would need to find quarry. And to find quarry....]

-Ten Minutes Later-

[The feed comes on to reveal the forest floor. From above, a particles of...something fall without sound, enveloping the grass.]

...blood... there's not enough of it...

[Gaara shifts slightly, to reveal a blade of grass marred by a splotch of blood. He takes a step forward, revealing another one and another. Until finally, there's a clear view of a mangled bird corpse by a sandled foot. Above, invisible to the viewer, Gaara contemplates a single feather in his open hand.]

...I’ll find you some more…mother...

((I mentioned this in the OOC comm, but as a reminder, please don't approach Gaara in person if you don't want to deal with any IC consequences of making him angry. Video/Audio/Text should be alright though.))

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whitebrother - Third Cell ♊ Video ♊ Backdated a few hours to late afternoon
bestamontillado - [Video] Because clearly, sight is overrated.
ilikekneesocks - 1st Gospel - Misplaced priest is misplaced. [Video]
deeplymeaningless - Fate 30 -◘[Video]◘- This somebody's getting hurt. Here comes the next contestant!
andsuddenlydynamite - 33rd bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]
armorangel.livejournal.com - ~1st Glory~ Smile! You're on Candid Camera (Accidental Video-Audio)
lovestartsat0.livejournal.com - [Action] Making Hot Cocoa For Those Playing Outside~
deeplymeaningless - Fate 24 -◘[Accidental Video / In Person]◘- Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to
deeplymeaningless - Fate 23 -◘[Video/In Person]◘- Passing bells and sculpted angels, seem for you the wrong companions
caseofthetruth.livejournal.com - Detective Notes 02 | Video
andsuddenlydynamite - 25th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]
andsuddenlydynamite - 24th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]
pineapple_fairy - 13th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [video] ((part 2))
andsuddenlydynamite - 21rst bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person/video]
andsuddenlydynamite - 20th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person]
andsuddenlydynamite - 19th bomb || Hayato Gokudera (stepping in for Mcgyver) || [video/in person]
scarsnscalpels.livejournal.com - Carte 23 ♥♦ Black Jack ♣♠ [In person]
andsuddenlydynamite - 15th bomb||Hayato Gokudera|| [in person/video]
sandcarnage.livejournal.com - 001 | Sabaku no Gaara [Accidental Video/In Person]

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