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Before our great leaders or some overly sanctimonious citizens decide to deep clean for the sake of some city beautification program, let's get a little proactive! Has anyone had a chance to grab photographs of the lovely murals around the city? Please don't say you grabbed video of one on this network. We all know it has a rather biased set of viruses. (Not a knock on you, Miss *Hyun-ae; we all know you try your best.) Since I'm sure that this skirts the line between legality and the no-no line (encouraging terrorism? Moi? Oh no, never!), let's keep this more or less sanitized. Please don't be stupid enough to upload your picture to the network. Instead, a location and a description of what you saw there will do. Discussion of the symbolism is all right, if you think you can get away with it. If you don't think you'll be safe communicating through this network at all, but you'd still like a description of your mural here for posterity's sake, please feel free to contact me through my inbox and I'll arrange something with you.

[[ ooc: inbox link now edited to something less not his ic inbox am sorry ]]

ghost_shield

Hey guys, I think we may have our first real task here. I'm sure you've seen the graffiti all over the place, right? I think if we take time out to go and help clean that up, then it'll look good in the eyes of the public. If we can work together with some of the natives too, that'll help us get to know them better. So I hope your scrubbing arms are prepared! Let's go out there and make a difference.

( And then, a little extra: )

nemophila

I assume you have all educated yourselves on what Philemon's intentions and goals are for this city in his latest charade, or you would not be wasting your time humoring that ludicrous and insipid excuse for literature.

Now, what about Nyarlathotep? Have any of you figured out anything about his plans for this city, or are you more concerned with petty child's play?

misogynistic

[Locked away from the IT, especially Rise's damn mouth.]

Sheesh... All this Junes Invasion stuff has really gotten out of hand for the police!

[Behind Adachi is another officer trying to calm down a rabid fangirl. It isn't working out too well.]

But before that, I guess I should introduce myself! I've been having to go around town a lot, especially since all this mess started, yet I don't remember doing too much introducing and whatnot... I'm-- [Seriously? One of the girl's sharp yells cuts off Adachi, and he glances behind him.] --ah, hey! Come on, you can't just headbutt an officer!

[Adachi grimaces.] ...I better make this quick, then. I'm Adachi, and... [More and more keeps on happening over his shoulder.] Don't worry about this mess. We've got it covered!

[Yet, he still nervously glances behind himself to check up on it before back down at his COMP.] Y-Yeah, you can count on the Hinoto-Ri police! Now, if you'll excuse me... [However, a few seconds before he cuts off the feed, the sort of riot isn't settling...] H-He-- [Then it blacks out.]

[OOC: If you could answer his permissions, that would be awesome!]

genkibot

[The video displays a blue haired girl with a slightly confused, but mostly contemplative look on her face.]

So a lot of people have been talking about this new book both on the streets and the network and I thought it might be a good way of getting a better understanding of humans and the types of things they like to do.

I was able to get a digital copy so I could read it quickly, but it's a little confusing. I mean, I know it's suppose to be fiction, but sometimes it can show trends in reality.

So are relationships usually that complicated? Or with so many people?

Are rivalries actually just a cover for some deeper relationship between the rivals, or was that just wishful thinking on Mimini's part?

When people are in love, do they really hurt each other like that? Because I was under the impression humans don't like pain and try to avoid it, but it seemed that one character was really enjoying the pain...

Maybe I should read the first book, but I just got here and everyone was talking about this book, so I wanted to keep up with the current topic.

sageprincess

[In the aftermath of the tournament, and the revelation of what may lie within Mictlan, Zelda has a question about the mission Philemon gives each Visitor when they arrive.]

What do you think "protect the city" means?

stringmods

DATA UPGRADE COMPLETE   

> Connecting to network. Current Time 1:11 1/28/10AC
> colonyzero is operational and online
> Audio playback operational
> Video playback operational
> Eruditio protocols perficiendis

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> Searching databanks
> One(1) Video Playback available
> WARNING Recording appears to be unstable. Data may be corrupted.

PLAY?  この後、後戻りはありません...

Y/N
( Y )

[Note: This video will be available in the databanks, so if your character is still out cold, they can find out about this later.]

itsfromtheshow

[As the feed turns on, you're introduced to a blue light with grayish edges. The perspective zooms out. The light happened to be from the eye of a blocky, yellow robot holding up the COMP. He cocks his head, giving a frown if a robot without lips could ever give one.]

What d'ya reckon it is?

Hm. The boss was never into beauty supplies, so a pocket mirror is out of the question.

[A round, red robot replies from behind the blocky one.]

If I had to venture a guess, I'd say it's a camera.

Camera? But this'n is gotdang bitty. How's a puny camera like this gonna capture the doc's great ol' frame?

True, we've always had to buy in bulk. Of course, we've always had a problem with the lens not cracking when the boss gives one of his laughs.

What are you doing with that!? Get out! Out, out, out, out, OUT!

[A door slams open and a mustached, rotund man flails his arms at the two robots. They hop away out of sight.]

And to think I was rid of them... Eh? Is this thing on? They told me this was a live feed... ugh, of all the...

Ahem. Citizens of Hinoto-Ri. My name is Dr. Eggman, the greatest scientific genius in the world. I specialize with engineering, especially with robotics. Now, it seems that my stay is fairly extended. This is rather inconvenient for me because I've got big plans in the works that I need to get back to posthaste! If you would be so kind as to direct me to a private workbench... err, a warehouse or garage or something is fine, whatever... then I would be ever so grateful.

You won't regret it. I'm not used to these, ah... domestic accommodations, I'm afraid.

screwattack

[On the network, a video feed starts up from one of the watch comps, pointed directly at the face of the user. Said user happens to be a woman with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, wearing a futuristic looking armored suit. Her helmet is currently off so that her face is visible on camera.

It appears that she is sitting in a stark white hospital room, with several doctors nearby reviewing clipboards and storing samples of... are those vials of glowing blood?

Speaking of glowing, the woman herself happens to be glowing slightly blue all over, and there are dark blue veins running along certain areas on her face.

When she's positive that the feed is working, she begins to speak.]

My name is Samus Aran, from my universe I'm what's known as a space hunter, a hired mercenary and bounty hunter primarily working for the Galactic Federation. One of my missions recently left me infected with a radioactive substance known as Phazon; my body is currently producing Phazon at a steady rate, and the city's government feared that my condition may cause harm to civilians, so I have been in the hospital for the past two days while tests were being run.

As I assured them, and as they confirmed, my condition is not contagious nor is it outright harmful to either myself or any others that I come into contact with. I now assure you that there is no need to fear my condition, and I'm taking great care to make sure that I keep it under control.

[To her chagrin this might mean regular check-ups at the doctor's.]

As a warning, my body and my suit are irradiated, so radiation detectors will go off if I come near them.

I'll be happy to answer any questions or concerns regarding my condition, but first I would like to ask if there happens to be anyone from my universe currently residing in the city. If you are at all familiar with the Galactic Federation, whether you are a part of the Federation Police or military, or whether you are simply aware of their presence as the law enforcement of the galaxy you are from, please let me know.

faustianphantom

This city is starting to resemble London. [Monsters prowling the streets at night... Ah, how nostalgic.]

Even defending yourself may not be enough. [Isn't he helpful? There is even a positively diabolic smirk on his lips.] The monsters of the night can learn your weaknesses no matter what you do.

[He rests his cheek against his hand, looking...well...tired. After seeing his Persona (or Personas), he hasn't been able to sleep. He even has to suppress a yawn behind his hand.]

Then again, perhaps the monsters control this place. [It would explain his painfully familiar Persona(s).]

None of us are safe.

hadronknight

[Video;]

[...So, if having everyone suddenly singing and dancing wasn't embarrassing enough?

There's this guy over here who was meaning to turn the feed on to ask for explanation on this madness.

Safe to say it didn't work at all.

So yeah, he's going to just turn it off and turn to text instead.]

[Text;]
...Does anybody know why we're suddenly living in a sodding musical, of all things that could have happened this month?

stupidmeatbags

[Voice]
[The network is about to get a work out today. It starts with a voice message; it starts out garbled and difficult to hear, despite the fact that the voices are speaking rather loudly in their argument, but eventually it comes in with better clarity.]

Exclamation: OBSOLETE?! You oversized bucket of bolts! I could put a blaster bolt through your central processing unit at a hundred and twenty kilometers with one arm disconnected! You--

[And the transmission dissolves into static before timing out.]

[Text]
[Some time later, a text goes out, and... well, it obviously an error of some kind, because it is just the same message over and over again.]

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[...this continues for a few hours before it finally stops.]

[Video]
[About an hour later, a view of a workshop of some kind comes in, but it's completely tinted red. There's the sound of tinkering, before the voice from before comes in loud and clear.]

Diagnostic: *SIGH* ...those are my photoreceptors. Query: Honestly, who programmed you?

[And the video immediately cuts out.]

[Video]
[Finally some hours later, everyone gets to see the reason for all these malfunctions on the network, though the video is a little strange. Because of how the droid that appears is built, he does not have his own video function. Therefore, the individual he had been arguing with had to install an extra function on the COMP that would show a simulated version of the droid anytime he wanted to transmit video. The simulation mimics the droid rather well and is almost like the real thing, except it's tinted blue, and no background can be seen.]

Statement: It seems the electronic butchery I was forced to endure has put you meatbags at an inconvenience. If you must blame someone, I suggest directing your attention to the MECHANIC.

[...another sarcastic robot. Aren't you just so lucky, Hinoto-Ri?]

Continuation: But I digress. Greeting: I am HK-47, assassination and protocol droid.

[A pause, and HK-47 seemed to look irritated despite the fact that his face can't express emotion.]

Diagnostic: It seems I still have no discretionary control over my vocabulator. How upsetting.

[Another pause, as HK looked off screen to someone that had spoke.]

Statement: No you can NOT fix it. You've done enough damage!

[HK let out an irritable noise, turning his focus back forward.]

Statement: I require information on the status of my current master, a meatbag that designates herself as "Meetra Surik". I do hope she is still functional; I really would like to kill some deserving meatbags right now.

forceofnature

[pseudo-voice... or is it???]
Attention, peons!

[Viridi's voice echoes once again with its usual Message From the Divine manner. Nothing out of the ordinary here.]

...OK, look, I'm not going to pretend I like you humans any more than I did before, but for what it's worth, I guess you're not all completely horrible. I mean, you're still active participants in a culture that exploits nature, hastens the death of the planet, and imprisons livestock in horrifying conditions, but I'll give you a step up to 'Mostly Horrible' since it seems like some of you actually care about restoring this planet.

[This can be interpreted as a major concession for Viridi.  ...Some form of concession, anyway.]

Anyway. I've talked about that stuff so much even I'm tired of hearing it. Let's move on to the real topic. Take a look at this.

[The COMPS will automatically activate their video feed as what appears to be a prerecorded message begins to play. It displays Mt. Utsugi in Gemini District - and the time stamp in the bottom corner displays 23:59:45. Those who have been in Gemini District during the 13th Hour will know what's coming. At the stroke of midnight, without any fanfare whatsoever, the mountain will quietly and seamlessly raise itself from the ground, contort horribly, and mutate into a horrifying amalgation of stone and clockwork and steel.]

There!  I'm sure some of you have seen that in action. The question is, why isn't anyone trying to investigate what's obviously the main dungeon of this RPG? I mean, just look at it! If we're here for any reason at all, it's to march into that abomination and stamp out the final boss! There's no reason not to storm in there right now and shake the bull by the horns until it moos!

...I mean. Aside from the part where some stupid apes think they know better than a goddess - not you guys this time. I can get around them, but barring some form of mass destruction, I don't think they're letting you through. ...But that doesn't mean you should sit around on your butts twiddling your thumbs waiting for permission!  As entertaining as it is watching you live your pedestrian, quotidian lives, you need to be prepared to do so some serious demon fighting when it comes up. And it's going to come up.

So here's where I come in. Call it... divine intervention.

[The feed flickers from the view of the Mictlan into a view of a petite, nine-year-old girl. This would be the first time since she came here that Viridi has shown her face.]

Alright, the first person who says anything about how I'm a little girl is getting turned into a rat. I'm serious. Rats don't live happy lives; don't test me.

Now listen closely. It's demeaning enough having to say it once, so I'd rather not repeat myself. ...In my world, gods traditionally choose heroes and mediators to act and fight on their behalf, because if it isn't obvious, having gods throwing punches at each other generally doesn't work out for the longevity of the world. As might be obvious, my generals aren't here. That means I need someone to work through.

You can see where this is going. If you want to fight demons, but you're not sure you can handle it on your own, I'm willing to Support you. Criteria - Don't take this for granted. Don't talk about the environment unless you agree with me. For both of our sakes. And don't be really annoying. That's more on a person-to-person basis, but just as a general scale: Hades - really annoying, Dark Pit - pretty darn annoying, and Pit - more tolerable than annoying except when he sings.

The perks for you are the Power of Flight, teleportation, access to my sanctuary, hearing the melodious sound of my voice, and getting Supported by a goddess. And yes, the Power of Flight means you can fly. Five minutes maximum before you fall - don't yell at me if you go over because I didn't make the rules on this. I can only really do one person at a time, so this is a first-come first-serve sort of deal. ...Now see how selfless this all is? I am nice.

[Viridi pauses at the end of her speech.]

What is with this stupid weather, anyway? Is this the century where global warming begins?

((Basically, this translates to periodic fighting logs! I've discovered that I'm rather fond of running those so I'd like to do it more often. I'll just be throwing up a demon-fighting log every now and then with Viridi acting as Support for you.

Also Viridi is serious about the rat thing. Don't respond ICly with that line if you don't want her casting Ani on you. Or do so if you want that!))

echo_of_a_jedi

[Video]

[After three decades or so of learning to control her emotions on every level, Meetra doesn't really show annoyance over minor things that often. That said, there's definitely an undercurrent of exasperation to her tone.]

Okay, I think I've been going about this the wrong way for the last couple of weeks. Or just looking in the wrong stores.

What exactly is a "Phoenix Ranger Featherman R?" And for that matter, what's an action figure?

bondsofsuffering

[Video]

Yo! [Have a teen with mint green hair waving at you, Hinoto-Ri!] The name's Hizumi Mizushiro. I'm new around here, and I've got a couple of questions if people don't mind helping a guy out!

Lessee... Well, starting with the easier one: does anyone have advice on good places to work? I'm only sixteen, but I don't really need to attend school, either, so any place that will accept me should work. Bonus if it gives useful discounts on important stuff like clothes or food or games!

[Wait, but isn't one of those--]

And my second question! [He holds up a hand with two fingers up!! Except... he also has an expression of slight discomfort.]

It's about those Persona things. I was just wondering... Is it normal for people to have deceased relatives as their Persona? I mean, I didn't really know my brother that well or anything--

[Ah. Maybe that's too much information?]

--Anyway, I think I can deal, but I've gotta say it's kind of weird to have part of your inner self represented by your late brother.

[He scratches the back of his head before shrugging it off.]

Well, that should cover it. Thanks in advanced!

( [Private Thoughts] )

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Entries tagged with meetra surik (exile) [ou]

one. text. locked to the visitor's network. march 16, early afternoon.

VIDEO; TO THE VISITOR/NATIVE ALLIANCE FACTION (dated after the vandalism)

[text] attention everyone shut the hell up

[Slightly Locked Public Post, Visitor Network Video]

Data File 1 [Video]

[Voice]

REBOOTING NETWORK...

[Video - Egg the First]

[001 - video message]

The Fourth Move [Video]

Well, this is embarrassing.

[Voice | Video | Text]

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Third Echo

First Curse

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