Marco the Phoenix
08 August 2017 @ 06:04 am
[It's a bird, it's a plane, it's... raining blood!]

[For anyone fortunate enough not to be caught out in the August 4th Everglades blood rainstorm...]

[Marco has provided video of him and his wife (the guardian of the Everglade) err... "investigating." Yeaaaaaaaaaah.]

[That's what you call the tango.]

[They seem to be enjoying the blood a little too much.]

[God help the rest of the cities, at least this madness seems to be sort of quarantined, right?]


What lovely weather.

[Hey, he'll take blood rain over boring, or New World weather any day of the week.]
 
 
Rose Tyler
08 August 2017 @ 06:42 am
I need volunteers from everyone and anyone willing to plot their lifelines on a chart. There's a pattern to the fluctuations from the universes that I can't quite see yet. Granted, we could take this entire plane as a temporal anomoly, or a place in which time exists only onto itself, which I believe is the most convenient way to look at it, but that leaves the more pressing issue of how the other universes do not apply their timefields evenly.

At first I thought it might have to do with merely each individual, someone running away, or looking for someone, but it appears even that oversimplifies things.

I know a few people mentioned dying in their main timelines, but we also have people who continued their timelines after death. So if you could clarify that correlation and whether you expect a lot to continue in your proper timeline or not.

Anyway, I'm gonna try to chart the pattern, so if you could tell me your age, comparable to lifespan, and whether you have anyone from your related universe here and when you are from in relation to them, and major life events distancing you. I just learned how to do the locking and encoding thing here, so I'll keep any and all anonymity or secrets from friends, yeah?

Thanks!
 
 
♕ WEISS SCHNEE
08 August 2017 @ 12:39 pm
action for jaune; lunchtime
[ Jaune and Weiss had been getting along for some time now. After their last real fight, it'd taken a while but they were honestly better than ever. And now, she was on her way to go patrol and peeking into his office while he was doing paperwork (or holowork, that she put him up to doing- you know, whatever). ]

You know, I wouldn't mind some company to patrol sector 5 if you want some fresh air and lunch.

[ She knows he doesn't do well with 'homework' for too long at a time. ]

action for jacques; evening
[ After a hectic afternoon with Jaune, it had taken every ounce of her patience when she got a call from the mayor's assistant that she needed to meet with him. Something about securing an event or something along those lines. Weiss had half a mind to just post-pone but given her current relationship with her father, the last thing she needed to do was aggravate it. She'd just.. have to try to keep her hands to herself. Wear gloves. That would solve the problem, right? It wouldn't, but she isn't aware of that.

So Weiss shows up wearing a dress and a jacket despite the weather not being cold, and light gloves, peeking her head through the mayor's office door tentatively. ]
 
 
Genessia NPCs
08 August 2017 @ 01:25 pm
The following rumors are going around as NPC gossip. Your characters are welcome to hear them. The rumors may be true or false, and the subject of the rumor is randomly selected from the taken list. If a character shares the same first name with another character, we will not specify which one it is.

This week's rumors are:

1. Fun Fact: Xion is a runaway. Her parents have been worried sick since she left.

2. Jasper has a medical condition that's caused by eating too many carrots and tomato juice- that's why, you know, with the orange skin...

3. Does this... look like anyone to you? Like Attleton's Guardian maybe?
 
 
Qymaen jai Sheelal (Grievous)
08 August 2017 @ 04:26 pm
The recent fights and events here held too many rules to show any test of real skill.

[His pride may still be hurting over a disqualification during his very first fencing match during the Games.]

How well can any of you wield a true weapon? How many have cut down their foes in battle?

It is strange to merely fight for trinkets with such flimsy weapons.

[A little bitter over his loss? Maybe.]
 
 
Kazuya
08 August 2017 @ 08:56 pm
[Genessia City]

[He'd woken up with a blistering headache. He was disoriented, left on his own to figure out how he'd woken up in this place and just what the point of the items in the box were. He'd of course take in as much information as he could from the pamphlets and the hologram (a form of astral projection? Or was it simply something beyond his own understanding?), but this headache made him dizzy and standing on his own was difficult let alone taking in any sort of information. The headache told him one thing: He was forcibly removed from his connection with Kyofu. Hell, he couldn't sense anyone he knew in this place- not Kyofu, not any of the other young Cardinals... but perhaps the only relieving thing was not being able to sense Liam.

He took a few steps further away from the Bay before collapsing to one knee, clasping his head tightly. It felt like his head was spinning, but regardless he slowly got back up to his feet. It would subside, he'd tell himself. There were more important tasks at hand than allowing this to slow him down.

... that is, until he collapsed onto a nearby street just barely under the light of a street lamp. Okay. Maybe he should take it slower. The severed connection was making his magic go haywire, and that... probably wasn't good. The air around him would steadily grow colder as he lay there, cursing himself for lacking the strength to move at that moment. The last thing he wanted was potentially needing someone's help in this bizarre world.]



[Fayren]

[Once he was able to regain himself, it was a matter of exploring the cities and learning whatever he could. However, after the incident earlier and the very small amount of sleep he had gotten before arriving here, he was tired. He felt more at ease once arriving in the city of Fayren, which was far more akin to what he was used to than those bizarre horseless chariots in the other cities, and chose to take a break on the shoreline. Anyone near the beach could eventually hear the faint melody of a flute in the night, lasting for well over an hour.

Should someone arrive at the beach after the flute playing had stopped, they will find the man garbed in white laying on the beach sound asleep. He hadn't intended to take a nap, but there he was. Perhaps taking a break on the beach wasn't such a good idea after all. Hopefully no one thinks he's just a body that washed ashore.]