badfic_manor | Entries tagged with comment: trisana chandler

[It'd been an exhausting week already, and what showed on the video was Spade, holding up the Blackberry; he'd been checking to see if it would react - and it'd turned on all on its own, a fact that has Spade scowling at it.]

Fine, then. [If it was going to be on anyway...]

This place? If anyone hasn't figured it out on their own, it's reactive. It'll throw things from your own mind at you, and the more you react to it, the more power it has, and the more it'll make things from you and warp.

[The screen fuzzes for a moment, with an image of a burned-out wreck of some kind of large, ornate building with broken down walls.]

[And then there's a faint female voice - as if from somewhere back in the building behind him; weak and pained sounding.] Help me...

[For a brief second, the color drains out of Spade's otherwise controlled face, and he shuts the feed off fast.]

((Paging Charles and Tris for an in person off this; other people can find him at the storefront, assuming they're nearby atm!))

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.]

heterosexually.livejournal.com

[So John, afflicted with the event like most everyone else, is having a hell of a time right now.]

[For the most part he looks the same, just that he's shirtless and has funny blueish gills on his neck, and webbed hands if you look close enough. He also looks pretty intensely frustrated.]

Okay, this is really bad timing!! It's my sister's birthday, I can't organize any kind of celebration when I'm half fish!! [And with that he flips his tail once, making a pretty decent splash in whatever little body of water he's situated on the bank of.]

[He then proceeds to fold his arms over his chest and sulk.]

was_a_hunter

[Anyone passing by the kitchen will notice either a sickeningly sweet smell or something that will make their mouths water...it all really depends on how you feel about pie. That's right. Pie. Mary had meant to do this after horror month, but Oktoberfest and being weird little monsters put a stop to that. You couldn't exactly cook when you were a foot tall. Everyone deserved something nice though, especially after the hell that they had all been through.

Walking into the kitchen, the source of the scent is apparent soon enough. There are already a few pies set on the counter of various flavors. It looked like she'd been cooking for a few hours and she likely had. It was all worth it though.

Hearing a soft ding, she grabbed a set of mitts and pulled a fresh apple pie from the hot oven.]

...I can't believe how much I missed this...

[Cooking breakfast was one thing...but there was just something about baking that relaxed her.]

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]

mist96.livejournal.com

[The feed opens up on Chrome sitting with her head buried in her knees. There is a banging at her door.]

Nagi! Let me in right now, young lady!!!

[Chrome's form tenses up at the demonically warped voice of her mother, and she starts to shake from crying.]

Go away....go away....

[The doorknob jiggles as the woman tries to get in.]

Nagi, I am your mother. Let. Me. In!!!

N-No you're not. You just gave birth to me.

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*

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.]

whitefacedclown.livejournal.com

[The feed switches on to reveal Allen in a completely different outfit then what he would normally wear. He turns his head slightly, looking around the newly changed manor before facing the blackberry back to himself.]

It appears as if the Author has changed not only the manor, but also my clothes. I can't seem to find anything of mine that doesn't look like this.

[He tugs at his shirt slightly for the moment, it wasn't his first choice of clothing he would wear, but there wasn't much he could do. The hat though he liked as it covered his hair mostly.]

Has this happened to anyone else, or is it just me?

pineapple_fairy

[Well, knowing that Autumn was well on it's way Mukuro had thought it would be a good idea to enjoy the last of the warm weather he was so accustomed to, especially now that the little illusionary beast from the previous week was gone. That was at least one headache out of his hair. ~~Unfortunately Fran didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon~~.

He had taken up a deck chair in the late afternoon, to get some time to himself. Surprisingly Mukuro found himself so relaxed that he actually nodded off right there for a little nap, leaving himself more or less harmless...

use this opportunity wisely...]

crowspetfox.livejournal.com

[Anyone going out by the gardens might notice that one of the larger and less-koi-inhabited ponds has a temporary addition.]

[A very, very large addition, in the form of a six-legged dragon-turtle-thing, who seems to be perfectly content... partly thanks to a wooden cask Raidou'd retrieved earlier.]

[Meanwhile, Raidou is sitting nearby, somewhat more content with access to his normal summons - or what he has of them - returned, with a history book he's filched from the library.]

[Yes, he's cheating. And blissfully unaware of the current plot.]

[Disturb/flail at the giant turtle-monster/poke with a stick?]

psychic-labrat.livejournal.com

Well, this seems to be a strange occurrence. I appear to have found myself far away from the hotel I fell asleep in.

I have to say: The technology is easy enough to figure out. Even though it is far more detailed and intriguing than I am accustomed to. I take
it this is some form of communication network.

Is there anyone out there that can give me answers? I promise I won’t take too much of your time.

7forsecrets.livejournal.com

( Blood and death below the cut )

[OOC: Her body's in the middle of the hallway by the showers in the wing her room is in! People can feel free to dash in, investigate, try to take care of the body, etc.]

blondmage.livejournal.com

[Fai was sitting outside with a hammer in his hands as he appeared to be hammering something lightly together, if at all. Fai wasn't really interested in doing the work or doing it as quickly as possible so instead he was taking the lazy way out and only pretending to do something when clearly he wasn't. In fact, Fai hadn't a clue to even what he was making in the first place as he stopped and started to stare for a good few moments.]

What could someone make using all this?

[Fai continued to sit there, all the while thinking of things that could be made using a couple of piece of wood, some nails and a hammer.]

7forsecrets.livejournal.com

[She'd been ... alarmed and annoyed by the onset of the illness - she'd never BEEN ill before barring some unpleasantness when some brilliant soul had tried to poison her.]

[And as per how she normally handled things physically wrong, she'd ignored it and prepared to wait it out and avoid letting on that anything was off.]

[That was shot a little to Hell when she was en route to the kitchen, attempting to keep a normal routine...]

[And suddenly the world and gravity seemed to decide to no longer point up consistently, but rather spin out like a busted gyroscope, leaving her collapsed in a heap in the hallway near the kitchen, her balance abruptly devoured by vertigo and an attack of weakness.]

[She was still recovering from what, by now, looked like the distant aftermath of a nasty fight with someone with a sword, although to judge by her healing injuries it should've been months ago and not last week...]

nootherwish.livejournal.com

[The video feed clicks on to show a very unhappy looking teenager standing in a fairly nondescript room.] Hello? There's someone that can hear this right? [Kamui pauses for a moment before frowning even more.] I need to know how to get out of this place. I have-- I can't stay here. There's something I have to do.

[There's a another pause, longer than the first, before Kamui visibly forces himself to calm down.] My name is Kamui. If anyone can help me... I'd really appreciate it. Even if you can only just tell me where I am.

[...] Thank you.

thornstained.livejournal.com

[Briar woke up and was immediately wary, looking around the strange room with an economy of movement. Nobody else here... and nothing keeping him to the bed. What was this? Some kind of kidnapping? He couldn't feel the sticky drag of unmagic that Sandry had mentioned could drag people from one place to another instantly, but he also didn't feel the aftereffects of any drugging. He frowned, reaching for the girls, just in case, and flailed mentally as he encountered a completely different sensation from the 'too-far-to-contact' he'd expected.]

[Daja's and Sandry's just cut off into blankness, but Tris' was very close, and very obviously there. Briar poked at it, grinning a little. Cooooppercurls~]

[While he'd been looking at the bond, he'd wandered over to the window of his room, looking out into the lush greenery. He opened the glass - how much must that have cost? - and leant out to the tree by his window, the branches twisting to meet him as he brushed his fingers over the strange leaves.]

["Now, stop that," he told it affectionately, swinging his legs over the windowsill with no fear, holding both arms out to the tree. "If you don't hold still, how am I supposed to get over to you?"]

[All thoughts of exploring the place he'd woken up in forgotten, Briar made a jump for the tree, catching himself safely among the excited branches.]

[ooc: Feel free to bug him in his tree, or have seen him seemingly being dragged from the window by a KITE EATING TREE MONSTER OH NO okay I'll stop. But interact away /o/!]

imatrollmon.livejournal.com

[There's a crunch and the video feed cuts on to the inside of a mouth. When the face pulls away there's a a visage of a tusked blue behemoth on the screen, looking utterly perplexed. and after giving a sniff he tosses the slobbery thing off to the side. The room shown is very primitive and tribal looking, housing odd beaded feathered little knickknacks, also there are no shortages of skulls, and the occasional shrunken head... and probably many more things your average sane person doesn't want to know about.]

Now, where be Vol'Jin... dis be some trick of dem's alliance scum?

[His old raspy voice can be easily picked up by the blackberry, despite it's place on the floor. He bends down sniffing then feeling the ground. He finding his bow under the bed he takes it, feeling much more comfortable]

No, dis be no trick of dems human's... Dis be some powerful voodoo dat brought old Vol'Jin here...

[He stands up straight to crack his back, and bumps his head on the ceiling. He rubs his head. Grumbling he heads out the door leaving the device behind]

[OOC:Since he's so primitive, if he hears the blackberry speaking his first reaction will probably be to kill it, so in person is probably the way to go with him XD]

stalking_horse

[The video feed clicks on to the study; he's doing his damnedest to be about as professional as he can get in his eight year old body and clothes. He's also very good at straight-faced ignoring just how ... odd the whole Srs Bizness bit sounds coming from him right now.]

I know this might come at an inconvenient time for a lot of people, but we don't know when we'll have a more peaceful week again, so it's better to try and get this out of the way ahead of time.

The last attempt at a legal system fell apart - and honestly, this is too fluid, too chaotic, too small, and too mixed of a society for anything too static to stand; anything that exists for keeping relative peace is worthless if the majority doesn't at least accept that it's there for a reason, and we're all from too varied backgrounds for any one person's rules to apply. Those of us from worlds with well-established systems of law have to remember that those laws took centuries and a lot of shared background and culture to get to that point, neither of which we have.

I think there is a place for something here - but it has to be minding what the original purpose of things like that was - being there for the benefit of the people. I know there's volunteers who're willing to step up when there's some kind of flagrant abuse going on, but all it'll be is a continued joke if we're not working with everyone else here and letting everyone have a say in it.

I also think whatever gets built, it'd be almost more useful more often to plan some kind of "disaster response" to deal with some of the Author's more dangerous plots and be prepared when it happens; we're going to have to put up with weird disasters, monsters, and whatever else she comes up with, and if we can have something in place so those who're willing to help can make sure the people who might not be able to take care of themselves are as safe as they can get, so much the better.

So, I want to have an open meeting - Friday or Saturday, it doesn't have to be immediately - to bring together the people who want to volunteer to help around here, and anyone who has an opinion on it and wants to get their say in, to get ideas together and get at least enough agreed-on that we can work on the details without being completely caught off guard the next time something insane happens. Whatever we might be, we're all stuck in the Author's game, so there's no reason to treat each other as enemies in that regard.

If you don't think the people involved will listen to you - I'm not from most of your worlds, and I have no real reason to care about your background or your history. If you have a good idea, then you have a good and useful idea... you can contact me or anyone else that's been involved that you'd feel comfortable with privately, and don't have to make a target of yourself if there's some other conflicts you don't want drug into this.

[OOC: There'll be an open log post up later; it'll be forward-dated so there's plenty of time to respond without it feeling rushed.]

the2nd-kira.livejournal.com

[ Misa had a secret. Not many people outside the entertainment industry knew this. The feed opens with a young girl--- about 9 or 10 years old, standing in front of a full length mirror. For those who visited Misa's room before, they might recognize the room belonging to her. But the girl in front of the mirror was not the Misa Amane they know.

The girl is cute. That is the first thing people will notice, but her hair was dark brown and not blonde. The young girl is pinching her cheeks and staring at herself in the mirror disbelievingly. Her hands were shaking as she began touching her hair and then tugging on her pigtails. ]

This is a lie...

[ She began blinking, like she was trying to wake herself up from a dream. But each time she opened her eyes. It still remained the same. ]

WHY IS MISA IN THIS BODY?!

[ Meet Misa Amane at ten years old. She has brown hair and eyes, but a mix of the cute features of the Japanese and the milky white skin of her foreigner father. After she decided to join the entertainment industry, she dyed her hair blond and wore contacts often. Now, she looks down at her legs and lack of womanly body, then pouts. ]

MISA IS NOT SEXY AT ALL!

Profile

Badfic Manor

Navigation

Game Information

March 2013

S	M	T	W	T	F	S
					1	2
3	4	5	6	7	8	9
10	11	12	13	14	15	16
17	18	19	20	21	22	23
24	25	26	27	28	29	30
31

Page Summary

Syndicate

Style Credit

Style: Cosmos for Ciel by nornoriel

Page generated Jun. 11th, 2025 08:28 am

Badfic Manor

Entries tagged with comment: trisana chandler

[Video/In Person]

[Video] Because clearly, sight is overrated.

backdated to december 1; in person.

Mary Winchester | 13 | [Action]

001

002 || Video/In person

[Voice]

Detective Notes 01 | Accidental Video/In Person

06 ★ Video

14th illusion ||Rokudo Mukuro|| [video]

[In Person] Sure seems like a peaceful week, doesn't it?

(no subject)

[Video] I wrote the gospel on giving up

10th World | In Person

[In person] Stubbornness 0, Illness 1.

[video] - 1st Seal

First Growth ❦ Open/In-Person

1rst ritual || Vol'Jin || [Accidental video] [in person]

[Video] Not like one side is any better

✟ Fourth Wink - [ Video ] - Our Little Secret