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Jeepers creepers. One bonk to the noggin and I'm thrown half way to hell. Whoever that was has a hell of a swing. Wonder who's dream bubble this is? ((...)) Christ, when's Aranea going to be here? ((There's idle typing happening meanwhile, seems Jake's multitasking. With a slight chuckle he moves along, and later a grumble.))

For Pete’s friggin- C’mon, buddy, show me the green! What kind of bumfuzzling humdinger - ((He smacks the communicator, bleeping the video on for an instant.)) of a contraption doesn’t have green!! You doughnut...

HAHA!! That'll show --WAIT, FUCK!! Don't send that!!

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Derp derp toodily doo friggin text option is a piece of work. ((...)) Ah miss neytiri you're looking mighty fine in that battle suit. I take youre prepared for a real ripsnorting adventure done up like that. Oh an adventure with me is it? Well i suppose i could show you a few moves along the way. *double pistol and a wink*

Why dont we head to my

antwort

Haa... It's so gross here. There's too much dust and it's too hot... Why isn't there any help here, anyway? This is no way to treat foreigners of importance! Ha...

[ He kicks his feet in an astounding show of brattiness, sinking lower into his seat with a miserable sigh. ] Can't I just hire someone to be a servant? Or... Or get one of those talking animals to be my pet?

morebelts

[ This is the face of someone who's managed to turn their communicator on while trying to figure it out. Whoops. The man blinks twice, but that's his only sign of surprise – after that, he's just ... staring at the camera. Very, very seriously.

[ ... Well. This is kinda awkward. At least the view of Orsa behind the man is nice, if the viewer doesn't want to just ... stare at him ... staring. ]

Who's responsible for this?

[ The question just manages to avoid sounding like a demand. But only just. ]

kotatsu

[ it's taken a bit, but she finally figured out how to properly work the communicator with a little help. when it turns on, it shows mostly her eyes and forehead before she pulls back to reveal her entire face. ]

If... someone has something that's really important to you, it's not... wrong to want to get it back, right?

[ the question seems to be addressed to herself as well, if the way her expression saddens is any indication. there's a little redness to her eyes that suggests she might have been crying earlier, but she seems relatively okay for the most part. she shakes her head a little a takes a deep breath. ]

Um, Is there a person named Sora here? I'm supposed to give them something for their mission.

Oh, and I'm Nanako. It's nice to meet everyone.

embodies

Do you think...

[ her hands are covered in blood. It had been easy. So terribly, terribly easy - they'd been so weak, just as he'd said. It was a mercy, just as he'd said.

Yet as she'd left the cavern, she'd seen the animals starting to come towards town. Even if they were... monsters, even if it had been quick, she'd taken something away from them.

Madoka swallows hard and rolls the soul gem between her bloody hands. ]

Do you think that it's worth it. To... to do what he says.

topidol

[The voice that comes in is soft and flat. Completely flat. If emotion were measured on a scale of 1-10, this voice would be a 0. It might be a little unnerving -- is he the cold anger type or is he just "like that"?

At least it's a pretty voice.]

I've never heard of this kind of thing before, outside of movies. I thought it might be a theme park, but a theme park would have hotels.

Ah. I guess I should say "please take care of me".

Thank you.

oakleaf

These people are so--!

[Hakuren takes in a deep breath, and a despondent 'pyaa!' can be heard in the background. He tries to sound calm, but there's a distinct edge of irritation to his tone.]

You. Whoever brought me to... this place. Why bring me here if you're just going to throw me out?

[And here, Hakuren can't help but sound a little offended.] And what do you mean by mutant?

automated

[ It's taken the city officials a couple of weeks to clean up since the witch's mess. Most of the wreckage and bodies have been disposed of as humanely as possible but unfortunately, that doesn't really amount to much. The scent of flesh has attracted a whole host of carrion eaters—and, worse, their predators. Mutated buzzards swoop down from the sky and are stalked by larger, more formidable twisted canines and the odd bear. Arks are also present, sniffing from the sidelines and turning up at night when the defenses are down. Monsters are swarming around the barriers, picking at the garbage and digging up the graves and anyone foolish enough to step outside to chase them off is likely a meal themselves.

To deal with the outbreak they are, of course, calling upon their imported mercenaries for assistance.

First thing in the morning, everyone's communicators will be receiving an incoming voice message. Some of you might recognize the sneering female voice from a previous broadcast. Regardless, she starts the call the same way—by clearing her throat sharply, to make sure she has your attention. ]

All outsiders are to be posted at the gates to prevent the local wildlife from breaching the borders. Orsans, report to the city hall for a temporary pass into and out of the barrier. This pass will only let you back in once, so don't waste it. There is some additional ammunition available in both towns at their respective posts; speak to an official if you need some. [ A pause. ] But don't hoard it.

This is a mandatory call to arms. Participants will be compensated with supplies. Deserters... will starve. Take your pick.

[ The message ends on that riveting note.

As the outsiders gather at the posts, they'll notice a sparse amount of guards in both towns. The monsters have thinned out closest to town but, as the scouts will point out, they're thick as thieves out on the perimeter and it's only a matter of time before they rush in and overtake everything. Weapons are pushed into the hands of those that don't have any, women and children included, and they're hustled outside to do the dirty work. ]

raggs

[Teito is on the video feed, a worried looking boy who's even shorter than he should be for a fifteen year old. He looks clearly concerned, and while he manages to keep his tone as level as possible, it's still clear that he's a little out of sorts. He's still dressed in his fancy clothing from the masquerade, his mask held loosely in his hand, occasionally obscuring the video feed. Despite this, it's fairly obvious that he's within Orsa, the scenery passing by as he continues moving, refusing to stop.]

Hello? Is -- [is anyone there, but clearly there's some people there, they're just. Not anyone he's looking for.]

--This is Teito Klein. Is there anyone else here from Barsburg? I -- did I fall off the continents? [No, that can't be the answer, because there should be a lot more water around him and he should still be able to see the continents above him, right? Ignoring that he wouldn't have been able to survive that kind of a fall anyway.]

...If you could give me any help, I'd appreciate it. [He recovers fairly quickly, if nothing else, and by the last sentence he's more or less managed to clear the worry from his tone. He'll just have to rely off his training. This -- this is a kidnapping, right? He can handle that. He thinks.

He touches the collar at his neck as he turns off the feed, and murmurs something that can't entirely be made out.] ...isn't working, I guess...

begleiter

[When the video turns on, Konatsu looks irritated, annoyed, frustrated. He's concluded that this isn't a dream and that he's not just hallucinating. He's discovered that his weapon has been replaced by a far inferior one. And he's tried and long since given up on trying to remember a worse day of his life.]

[So instead he turns to his communicator. Perhaps he'll be able to find answers this way.]

Colonel Adams mentioned a headquarters that supposedly brought us to this town. Is there a means of contacting them?

explores

[ a video transmission, a little on the fuzzy side, comes in from Orsa. he appears to have already found accommodations suited to his size—that is, a pretty big tent with some halfway decent furnishings. "halfway decent" by the standards around here these days, anyway, and it's from his "halfway decent" bedroll that he projects his greeting to the people at large.

he's assuming that there are people at large to greet in the first place, of course. ]

Hello—? I can't be sure if I'm using this archaic piece of junk right... I think I've got it. Say something if you can see me, if you can hear me! [ putting his face close up to the camera, giving everyone full view to a enormous pair of sparkling baby blues. he chuckles a little after, holding it back again. ] Well, anyway, to the point!

My name's Gino Weinberg, Knight of Three, and I could sure use some directions. From what I understand, I've been drafted into assisting with some kind of conflict, but unfortunately, I've already got my hands full with another one back where I came from! A pretty major one at that, I might add. So I'm sure you can see the problem, haha...

[ sitting back a little. at least he's easygoing about it. ]

Anyway, if anyone could point me to a transport or some other kind of vehicle to take me back to Area 11, I'd really appreciate it. Thanks!

[ click!!! ]

hypertoxic

What the fuck!

[ This alien-looking chick with the freaky white eyes looks, somehow, very harassed and deeply offended at once. ]

Talk about rude. What the fuck was up with those guys? And why the hell am I here?? I am still not entirely clear on that part. That video was a joke. Was that supposed to be educational? Because it was worse than completely useless, if you ask me. Bluh!

[ She shifts the communicator in her hand, jarring the feed and making it tilt slant-wise, somewhat nauseatingly. ]

And what is up with this crappy replacement cutlass? I mean, at least I still have that, unlike the rest of my powers! Holy shit, pretty much everything about this is awful and terrible and bizarre. What kind of power in paradox space could possibly bring me to a place like this?

[ Something seems to finally occur to her, and she stops moving -- and stops jabbering -- and peers suspiciously at her communicator. ]

I'm talking to someone. Who's out there, and what's really going on?

automated

[ an emergency broadcast comes over the bracelets in the wee hours of the morning. ]

Residents are advised to stay indoors. I repeat, stay indoors. If you notice a friend or family member acting strangely, attempt to restrain them safely. Do not follow them.

Mass suicides and homicides have been reported all over the area. Do not attempt to engage anyone that may be acting strangely. They are docile when left alone but will turn hostile if provoked. There are unregistered psiionic mutants being reported in both cities, they appear to be small children. Do not approach them if spotted.

Stay inside. The Orsa Armed Forces will get to the bottom of this. We don't need your interference.

smackdown

[the sky is dimming, the wind is whispering, the streets are starting to bleed, and Badou wipes a splatter of that blood from his cheek where it runs down the sharp set of his jaw, smearing it below his one good eye]

[if his voice is a cracked rasp, one would have to wonder if it comes from anxiety or just years of cigarettes pumping smoke out of his mouth;]

So, uhhn... my brand new boss just shot himself in the fuckin' face. Wasn't even the start of it. I heard the old lady that was nice enough to put me up offed herself with some kinda poison. Innskeep slit 'is wrists. Waitstaff all hung themselves in a row, like some fucked-up cultists meeting.

[he rubs his neck for a minute, but it seems more like discomfort than sadness]

...Do they know somethin' we don't?

Current Location: orsa streets
Current Music: "anarchy, my dear"; say anything

automated

[ a serious, clinical-sounding woman's voice will be broadcasting on all radio frequencies sometime in the middle of the afternoon. it starts with a businesslike clearing of her throat. just to make sure she has your attention. ]

Greetings, settlers. I hope you've found yourself comfortable. We have had the... honor of your presence for quite some time now, and the time has come for you to earn your place. In your respective towns, we've placed bulletin boards listing some tasks you may elect to do in exchange for pay and other necessary supplies. While these aren't mandatory... [ there's a slight sneer to her voice here. ] ...we do advise you to select at least one that you are qualified for.

Employer's names and locations can be found on their respective flyers. Please direct all inqueries to them.

[ there's a momentary pause, but the transmission doesn't quite end yet. ]

Please keep in mind that supplies are limited and will come on a first come, first earned basis. Simply put, if you want to survive this environment, there is no leeway for slacking off.

Good luck.

( job listings below )

embodies

[ despite a rather human appearance, madoka's bright pink hair and eyes mean that she's not welcome within the walls of orsun. orsa is pretty far from what she's used to, hot, dirty and lacking proper shelter. there's no way she's touching that water with a ten foot pole. ]

It doesn't look like any of the people from here have these... [ She pauses, looking over at the mutants milling in the street outside of her dilapidated room. ] Where has everyone else ended up? My friend and I are here in Orsun.

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