Hello everyone~

[Hana chimed, wiggling in place] It's been so long since I've spoke! Owning a house is hard work but the house is getting more beautiful and more homely for the both of us~ 

Now that I've been free, I've been practicing changing my appearance and mannerisms being more..human? Normal? So I wanted to ask: 

What form you want me to try turning into? Give me references and I'll give it a try~ 

(Daenerys is now a regular sight on a certain school campus, though, despite her youth, she is not a student. Say hello to your new Diplomacy and Dragons professor. Her experience really shouldn't go to waste, should it?)

Those who wish to take my class will need to be prepared to see real dragons. I don't believe in relying solely on textbooks when this world has a healthy population. However if I hear of anyone harming them or hunting them, I promise you will answer for it.

(After a small pause, she adds, smiling thinly:)

...with your life if need be. Are we understood?

 [Action]

[Now that Hana was back as herself, she was starting to realize that SO MANY people were helping her in her time of need. And she needed to find them and give them snacks, gratitude, all of the sorts. But there was one friend that she hadn't heard from in awhile and it worried her.

Day in and out while on her jobs of flying around Genessia, the Dragon would keep her eyes open for her. But nothing. Each day brought Hana more worry for one of the first friends that helped her with her first crisis. Then the day arrived where Hana was done with her jobs, flying home when she had spotted the familiar silver-haired woman; Azure! 

Gasping, Hana flew overhead, and landed nearby to meet with her old friend, calling out.]

Azure..! 

[ The video feed is pitch black and Sora’s quick to speak. ]

So, about that party… I was going to have, it’s going to have to be held off until later.. Until things go back to normal.

You see, I’m a ghost. [ He backs up from the camera and he looks shadowed, a composition of grey and black with yellow eyes. ]
( see me now )

[The camera clicks on to find Rip humming to her self and carving pumpkins in the kitchen of her apartment somewhere around sundown. There is a soft sound of 'pumpkaboo' from somewhere behind her device, cluing in just what kind of mischief one of her pokemon was getting into tonight. Apparently Pumpkin wanted to show off the apartment as it twisted around and well...

Rip apparently went a little overboard with the Halloween decorations. There were plastic bats hanging from the ceiling, skeleton's on the windows and various bat, pumpkin and ghost themed items strewn all around the apartment to celebrate the holiday. Most of them looked like something one would buy from the store. A few others though? Looked a little questionable.

Like the deer skull sitting on the coffee table with intricate designs carved into it. That thing looked like it just might be real.. or any of the other bone like items that might be strategically placed around the room. ]

Pumpkin? Vat are you doing.. Get over here und put zhat down.

[The camera pans back over to Rip who is standing at the table with a glass in hand. To anyone that didn't know what she was, it might look like a Bloody Mary drink. Well.... that wasn't too far off. She looks amused at her floating device and goes to take a drink just as the sun sets beyond the horizon and night falls.. No sooner is the drink in her mouth than she tenses and then rushes into the kitchen off screen. There's the sound of something being spit out quickly along with coughing and a bit of gagging.]

Vat zhe hell !? Zhat tasted fine a few minutes ago...

[Among the network posts of unusual creatures appearing comes this of what looks to be a relatively normal human male, in his mid-forties with graying temples. His voice and gestures are reminiscent of the alien cyborg that people are more used to seeing but the electronic edge is missing. He makes it clear who has been transformed with his opening words.]

This is Deputy Guardian of Nova City General Grievous. Do not be alarmed by my appearance.

It seems that there is something going on throughout the cities. An anomaly changing people into things that they are not. Panic is not advised.

The source of this must be found and everyone will be restored.

[He looks about so say something else but instead a strained expression crosses his now human face and with a small shake of his head, he cuts the feed.]

[As the video starts, you can see a 16-years-old brunette glaring at the camera, who is somehow wet as he growled in anger.]

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!! One minute, I was playing my Tri-WS, the next, I ended up falling into a water in a strange cave where I woke up! And I know this is not New York! Did a Blinker Data did this?!

[He then shows his wet backpack to the camera.]

If this is your twisted idea of a joke, then you're so dead!!!

[Thea had made it to the museum when she took off her hooded jacket to realize something was amiss. So there is a reason this is audio.]

Cat ears????

[She's now too spooked to see if a tail has tagged along for the ride.]

[While almost everyone is riding the "woe is me" hum-drumvee, someone is riding the hell out of the funvee and flying like an insane lunatic. There's a slight lag of Enno's voice laughing before video cuts on to a rushing view of Fayren.]

Glorious! Wunderbar! How is there no way to do this normally, ja? Flight is... beyond words.

[Also expect him to rain heavily on your parade since he is having such a good time right now, pulling up for a loop and letting himself stall to start careening to the ground.]

Yet everyone is sad. [There's a very hard jerk in the video as he breaks out of the dive before it yanks up to his face, full of brilliant green scales and now very amber colored slits for eyes.] Nein, this change is far too fun to not enjoy. If there are any other dragons, be it natural or by what has happened, please reply. Then again, ja, if anyone is actually going to have fun, reply.

[Being this sociable is really only the result of something he finds so entertaining as to take the heaviness out of his mood, and he turns the video away from him again to once more take in Fayren, he dives in near a tower, spiraling down it before he finally lands with a loud thump. He quickly whips the video to face him once more.]

Meister Gale-- [Sorry Gale, he agreed to not call you by your last name but that's as much as he'll bend for a superior. He also has started walking, judging from the sky moving behind him.] Fellow Deputies of Nova City, if you are enfeebled in some way by these events, please call upon me for assistance.

Likewise for any citizen. I am currently [There's unmistakable glee in his voice that he fails to force out.] a dragon, but I am still a knight. My call is to serve.

[VIDEO]

[A familiar looking, white-blond woman appears on the screen, wide eyed as always, but smiling sheepishly as she addresses the network.]

Ah… Hello. So, I’m not entirely sure what’s happened, but I believe I might be… human? Maybe?

[She pauses, cringing at something happening behind the camera at the sound of a loud thud, then shakes her head at the camera again.]

Everything is heavier and so… still. Does anyone have any tips?

[Tips on how to be human, yes.]


[ACTION- anywhere]

[While she’s slowly adjusting to getting around without her wind, she’s absolutely not used to things sneaking up on her. Without her breezes about her to feel out her surroundings, she’s awfully skittish and easily surprised.

It’s odd, being human…especially now that she can feel how cool it’s actually getting in the cities. The wind feels so strange without her control over it…]

((Ooc: more to come tonight!))

Well, I have to admit, this has been a very curious morning.

[Albus Dumbledore is sitting in a chair in front of a small table in a place that is not his normal living quarters shhhh and looking at his own hand with a small, mischievous look on his face.

There's nothing in his hand, until his smears his thumb over his palm and a small hard candy appears. He raises his hand up and drops into the palm of his other hand. And then drops another hard candy, and another. And then he releases a candy cane, and a lollipop, and a roll of taffy, letting them accumulate in a small pile on a table in front of him, each item appearing out of thin air.

It's almost like watching a magician pull a trick, except his sleeves are rolled up, and he doesn't have his wand.

He seems utterly delighted by this, his eyes shining with even more mischief than normal.]


Tell me, would anyone be interested in some candy?


((OOC: Dumbledore is now a deity! Specifically the deity of sweets.))

[The tricky thing about having such explosive powers was having no safe way to test them. The especially tricky thing about having Ted's personality was wanting to anyway. Explosions are just energy, right? Which meant propulsion. Which could mean flight.

That's why he's in some natural clearing in Fayren, hopefully free from any innocent bystanders or other threats of collateral damage. He scanned the area, keeping an ear out for signs of life. The coast looked clear, but then, his observation isn't the best.]

All right, now if I can just center it properly...

[Conceptually it's simple: using the mysterious walls and manipulation of his void and the interplay it had with the life fibers, he'd create an antimatter explosion, then funnel it for lift-off like a rocket ship. That shouldn't be too hard; a gram--no, half a gram, should be safe.

An ear-splitting boom and blinding flash of light followed, scorching the ground and sending him skyward like a Roman candle on steroids.]

AAAAAHHHHHH!

[Turns out antimatter is far more potent than he thought. His shouting's cut short when he collides with Genessia's barrier with a thunderous thud. He lost consciousness, and with it his control over the direction of the explosive charge. It fanned out in a final flare of light, and then he fell from the heavens like Lucifer.

The impact was the last attention-getting noise he'd make for that day, nestled in the crater of his own make. There he lied: an inky unconscious sprawl of black threads. One might hear him muttering something, in his fits of consciousness.]

Eh heh heh...darkness, or light? Which deserves more fear?

 [Ever since Hana learned about Birthdays and Hatchdays, she was thrilled to remember that Uai's birthday was today!

Video/Action
[Allen was currently sitting in his tent, trying his best to at least make sure that his Minccino was at least clean and free from the dust and dirt that he had swept up the day before, but the Pokemon was not having any of it, instead he was trying to escape. Timcampy, on the other hand, was just watching the struggle eating what appeared to be a sandwich. As Allen tried to punch on the other he instead found himself landing face first onto the floor of the tent.]

Link... you need to get a wash or at least brushed. I am not asking again.

[He slowly moved to sit up, looking over at his Pokecompanion, who was currently standing by the tent door. He looked like he was ready to bolt it should Allen try again. This was enough to cause Allen to sigh before reaching over toward the device.]

How can one get a Pokemon to wash themselves? I am able to get Timcampy to get polished when I actually am able to wash [And yes he is implying when he is able to, which wasn't as often as most people.] but Link here it's a hassle to even get him brushed even though he likes things clean.

[Allen shifted his weight for a bit as he soon spotted the Pokemon in question bolt from the tent.]

A-Ah! Link! Get back here! [The feed was soon switched off as he went about chasing after the little crature. For those out and about might find the Pokemon stop for a moment to either clean their shoes because they noticed they were dirty or to simply hide behind them with Allen not that far behind and somewhat out of breath.]

Finally... I caught up with you. [All he managed to say between breathes before he focuses on who he was with.]

Thank you for being a...distraction, I guess.

Video - Much Later
[It was some hours later before Allen was back on the feed, exhausted with his tentmates finally resting next to him. He didn't expect to spend most of the day chasing after one of them when he needed to at least work at some point today.

But that wasn't the purpose of talking this time. No, it was something he probably invests in.]

Hey, so... I know this might sound a little weird but... What do people do to relax around here? [He put his right index finger under his nose and rubbed the top of his lip lightly. He was sort of embarrassed to admit to such things, which was more obvious when he started to laugh slightly.]

I've admittedly never really taken time to relax for as long as I could remember. I was either working, travelling, fighting, training or... other things happening in both my homeworld and the last one I was in, so I have no idea what relaxing even is.

[He had stopped, pausing for a moment before moving his finger away.] But I guess me asking is at least a step toward not overworking.

 [ video ]

[The feed cuts on to show Uai, his cosmetics routine perfected to hide his stress. Since his disaster of a conversation with Rose, he's been overthinking and talking less. It has not proven to be a good way to deal with his problems.]

... Soooo. What's the general opinion on the Dream Docks? Do they work? Is it worth it? [...] And also~ Opinion on things like... If your home is sort of better without you. Do you just not go back? Sorta occurred to me recently that we're not all swell people. Also, what's prison like here? 

And I'm just curious and morbid, as usual. But look! [He swings the camera to show a display of bread. LOTS of bread. His kitchen counter is basically a bread store now, with every shape and flour you could imagine. There are even some sweets on display.] I have bribery bread. So answers would be rewarded.

[It's actually stress baking. Not the point.]

[ action : Fate's Estate ]

[That stress baking has been going on for a few days. Uai has sort of taken over the kitchen, actually. He's there a lot anyway, since cooking and taking care of people comes naturally. But his recent bout of stress baking has sort of gotten out of hand and someone should come whack him with one of the bread loaves.

For now, he waves in greeting whenever someone comes by. He's smiling, too, despite all of the stress.]

What do you need? I'll get it for you.

[The video starts with Rotom in Ash's room, which shows him holding a white cloth and a pumpkin mask as he looked conflicted on them]

Hmmm... Halloween is coming up and I want to get some data about it.

Though according to the data I got so far is that everyone should wear a costume based on ghosts and monsters.

I am aware that I'm a Ghost and Electric-type Pokemon, but just leaving my Pokedex seems very uncomfortable for me. So I want to find a costume that would suit me...

But which one?

[He then spends a few more seconds staring at the costume choices in front of him.]

How do some people manage to wait for those who go to the Dream Docks without worrying?

[To say that Takeru wasn't a little bit worried was pretty much an understatement, but he was currently tapping his pen on the desk trying his hardest to focus. He was at least taking notes for possible stories and pretty much about what happened to him with the dolls. That was always fun.]

I mean I know what my girlfriend is going to see and it's all going to be... somewhat fine. [There are just some things that will never be fine really or at least not to the way they were before.]

But I still find myself worrying about what she'll be like when she actually comes out of it. Like she is a tough girl, but... Nevermind. [he was quick to laugh before leaning back in his chair, the sound of various pans falling to the floor as he moves to turn his head slightly.]

Hey, what are you doing in there? I hope you didn't break anything Emolga. [Because he knew they were in the kitchen, so he moved to get up to go and deal with that, leaving the device just staring at the notebook with notes, mostly about things that have happened in Genessia, the date he first arrived and what happened then and a tiny little note in the corner which was hard to make out.

He soon came back with Emolga on his head who seemed contempt to just eat.]

Sorry about that. I have another question I wanted to ask and it was for something I want to work on, but didn't know if anyone would be willing to help. It's research toward making a book of sorts about stories of this world and what people experiences.

[He leaned back in his chair, he seemed pretty serious about this.]

It was that or using what can happen to make up various short stories based loosely on events that I have seen. But either way, I just wanted to do something and see how far I could get with this whole writing thing. Is that dumb?

[He soon looked at the device, a small frown on his face.] But... if you want to help, I will appreciate it. Might even keep my mind focused right now.

»VIDEO
[ Misery enjoys company, but Gren has discovered that he lacks the associations to coordinate such an affair. The realization hit him hard after a recent fallout with a friend that brought his numbers down to 2, and that’s including a fifteen year old acquaintance that he just likes to harass. His social standing is pretty abysmal at the moment which is disappointing considering just how outgoing and personable he actually is.

He acknowledges the lack of effort on his part, but now he’s willing to give it a good honest try now that he’s no longer fussing over the friend he lost. It still hurts, but he’s found distractions in work, his music, a cute guy, and now in the pages of a sketchbook.

He’s not an artist by any stretch, but he enjoys the odd doodle from time to time. It’s been good enough to charm an ancient, reticent type so Gren figures it could work on others too.

The feed starts on a curtain-esque black, sweeping mass that is soon revealed to be the drape of Gren’s hair as he leans over his phone trying to stabilize it. Once it’s secure he backs away, sits down, and settles himself in the frame. ]

We good? Okay... Hey.

[ He smiles and grabs a black sketchbook that was sitting just out of frame. ]

So, I’m doing portraits for anyone who wants one. I’m a musician, so this isn’t exactly my thing, but I do enjoy it at times. Just don’t expect the greatest quality. I think it’ll be a fun way to get to know some of you more and you get a little something out of it, too. This is what you can expect. Quality will vary, sorry.

[ He flips open the sketchbook and turns it to the camera. The first image is of a handsome dhampir in a horrendous hat. ]

Cute guy, cuter in person.

[ He turns to another page. It’s a woman. Her name is written in cursive and beneath that there’s a small heart. A sweet, little detail that no longer bears any meaning. The sketch is old. Gren’s smile falters and he turns to the next page without a comment. The next image, well... ]

This is Sora the Soaring Menace laying eggs upon the public for absolutely no reason. That’s me being assaulted.

(Video)

Hello, everyone. For those I've yet to meet, my name is Takumi, and I am a archery teacher at Sir Cedric's School for Squires, and over the next few days, I'm holding open lessons for current students and those interested in trying archery.

[A light shrug.]

Or you can come watch. You can find school at this address in Fayren.

(Action)

[A nice open field, with targets lined up in a fine row, Takumi can be found here with a few students already giving their best..."shot."

Pun absolutely intended.]

A fine shot there. Remember the feeling and and try again.

[He spots a prospective visitor, and casually approaches.]

Hey there. Here to give it a go?