flashbanging: i pull your body closer (before this night is over)
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[ Having seen off his squidge into the wild blue yonder of this planet, Jesse reckons it's at last time for him to truly enjoy a guilt-free smoke. He's sitting by a clear, bubbling stream, legs stretched out, bionic hand draped over one knee. He's got a fresh cigarillo--one of his last--in his good hand, and he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary. ]

Hey, y'all. Them ALASTAIR folks made me magic.

[ He obviously thinks this is one of the greatest things that's ever happened to him. He pulls off his glove--there's a flash of a tattoo on his inner wrist, something vaguely skull-shaped--and he pops the cigarillo into his mouth. He arches both eyebrows in a 'Check this out' kind of way as he touches his index finger to the tip of the cigarillo, which ignites shortly thereafter. Jesse puffs, exhaling a cloud of rich, hazy smoke. ]

Fine as frog hair split three ways.

[ Puff. ]

'Course, I know it ain't nothin' compared to a lot of you, but I don't got much personal experience with makin' things happen just by thinking on em real hard. And speaking of ...

[ He flexes his good arm, wincing slightly. He drawls, his warm tones turned sheepish. ]

Turns out, wrestlin' with bonafide Greek god-damn legends wasn't the greatest idea I ever had. My muscles are still screaming something awful. I'd be much obliged if one of you would take a look. Especially if you got those healing hands.

[ He settles back on the grass, smoking the cigarillo, and reaches to adjust his serape--but his fingers glow magma red. A second later, the serape starts to hiss and burn. ]

Ah--damn it--not again--

[ As the image cuts, he's diving for that stream. ]
winces: (( thirty-eight ))
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[ apologies, alastair, but this particular video will start off with a sharp (but brief!) squeal of joy.

it takes a second, but eventually the hologram will focus, and the image of a very excited-looking olivia will come into view. for those that have known her before this, she might appear a little different than she did before, but there is definitely no mistaking that kind of bubbley, nervous energy, the kind she can barely seem to contain right now. ]


Ohmygosh, hi! It's so good to be back...

[ nothing against nalawi, of course, but those extra three months behind had been tough on her more sentimental heart. she missed you guys!!

the more perceptive ones might have noted her absence in oska (though it had only been for two days), though she is hardly the only case of random absence then sudden reappearance among their number. she does, however, come with news!

apologies for the following gushing... ]
cut for gushing... smh )

[ ah. is she getting a little misty-eyed from how unbelievably awesome everyone is? IT'S JUST SO NICE TO HAVE GOOD THINGS TO REPORT ABOUT OKAY... after all the sadness that had been their mission... ]

A-Anyway. It's — been a while, hasn't it? I think? [ she glances around where she is (the area where the main celebration had been happening) and frowns a little. ] But not as long as it was for us. Time's kind of funny like that, I guess.

[ ...ah. speaking of good news: ]

Oh. Just in case any of you were worried — I asked Dagny about it a while ago. She told me that when ALASTAIR recruits are returned to their worlds, we'll be brought back to the exact moment we'd fallen into the rift. So it'll be like we never left. So, um. That's a little comforting, I think? We don't have to worry about anyone worrying about us.

[ it's good news... but it's also a bit bittersweet. since maybe of them are still here, stuck. but though her voice has grown a bit more somber, she still puts on a smile. good things now. now's the time to focus on good things! ]

Anyway... I'll be around, if anyone has any more questions about the Nalawi, or anything like that! You can ask any of the others who stayed behind, too, they'll probably be able to give you better information actually, heh...


( ooc; feel free to respond here, or approach her here. threadjack, stalk, go crazy! also I APOLOGIZE if i missed anybody/any details... ;A; pls inform me or blame it on olivia's flightiness... )
defenceless: (YELLING AT ARCHER)
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[shortly after the storm clears on may 11th and the network connection between both sides of the group is reestablished, the following post appears:]

We're fine, as far as I know. I don't think anyone's dead, at least.

The storm that separated us was brought about by a Dakal named Pomarr. Some of you may remember her as our feline friend who sold her soul to Ryba—or whatever it is she did—to continue to live on after death.

She swept us to an island that looked like it was raised from the seafloor. It wasn't a vacation, but there were definitely remnants of what those big cats must have called home.

Her plan is to revive her entire race, in the same way Ryba "revived" her. As if life-or-death deals with shady goddesses aren't concerning enough, she wants to grant Ryba the power to carry out this mass revival by having her suck Nalanni dry. Pomarr understandably doesn't care much for Nalanni after she drowned everyone she loved; in fact, she showed us this in morbid detail. She's taken Nalanni. Hence, all the Nalawi losing their Gifts and all of this inconvenience we have to deal with.

Pomarr knows where Nalanni is, but she's asking us not to interfere, and she wouldn't give us the opportunity to speak with Nalanni when I requested it. For some reason, she didn't expect that we would be suffering like the Nalawi are. She's promised to try to fix that.

What do we do now, ALASTAIR? I can share anything else you want to know about our meeting with Pomarr, or Yukimura Sanada-san or Mr. Keats can, but this is most of it. We have a situation where the balance of this whole world might be upended if we sit and twiddle our thumbs.

I don't think I need to remind anyone of the potential consequences of messing with either goddess. Or a litter of zombie cats roaming free.

(( ooc: infodump for rin, yukimura, and keats' conversation with a dakal npc, for one of the plot slots! feel free to handwave your character (in either the marooned group or the left behind group) learned this info by reading the post or talking with rin/yukimura/keats/another recruit. yukimura and keats may also be replying to tags! ))
hellshaped: (the sleeping and the dead)
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[Hellboy is largely uncomfortable putting his face out there for public consumption, so he defaults to audio. His tone is businesslike but friendly, and there's no indication whatsoever that he's anything but human.]

So we've been here about a month now. Nalawi, I mean. Now that things have settled down and we aren't dealing with typhoons and other things [he's talking about parties], we should probably convene and talk about this case.

Has anyone found anything that could point to where their goddess has gone? Things are getting pretty hairy here; I've seen some pretty strange stuff that I think can get out of control if we don't find out a way to help them soon.

Any clues or ideas would be helpful, so don't be afraid to share what you've found. Even if you don't think it means anything, maybe it'll help someone else solve a puzzle.

Even if we can't find a way to bring their powers back, this place is headed for some really bad stuff if we aren't careful. So let's figure it out.
anti_altruisms: (You should listen to what I say.)
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[ Normally, he doesn't have very much to ask the network about, but this is...more than a little puzzling. To him, anyway. ]

Have any of you ever seen an egg that looks like this?

click for cute egg baby )

[ Yes, this is the same guy who posted two months ago about killing Michel. Yes, ALASTAIR gave him an egg baby. He doesn't know either, okay? ]
respired: thank the lord i don't have my way (get right down on your knees and pray)
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[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]

I feel unwell.

[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.

He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]


The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.

[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]

If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.

[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]

Or a solution.
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[ Now that the storm has settled, and rebuilding efforts seem well underway, it seems like a good time for Aradia to do something she's wanted to do since she arrived. The girl who appears on the network feed is smiling, bright eyed and almost certainly inhuman, both in physiology, and in attitude. Between the gray skin, darkened lips, yellow sclera, and curved, ram-like horns atop her head, there's no mistaking her for anything even remotely human. Though she's very new here, and the last few days have been rough, her grin says a little condescending, but amused and a little bit eager. ]

Hello there! It's been a few days now, and I thought I should introduce myself. My name is Aradia, and I am still very new around here.

I have to say, I've never heard of anyone falling through a magic portal into a completely different universe before. [ Something about the way she says that sounds like she might just be sarcastic. ] But it sounds like my help is very sorely needed here! I guess you could say I am independently in the business of tidying up timelines, so I have to wonder if the methods we're using here are… well, effective! It sounds to me like we're a bit of a ragtag band with no training whatsoever. Have I gotten the right impression?

I know everyone is very busy cleaning up after that storm, but I have a lot more questions than ALASTAIR seemed to have time to answer. If anyone has a moment to tell me more about the timelines we have worked with so far, I'd very much like to hear it. The sooner I can figure some things out, the more I'll be able to help out.

[ With all the difficulty she's had in traveling this timeline, any lead would be better than none at all. She hasn't been successful yet, but that doesn't meant she's going to stop trying. Maybe learning more about the nature of their missions will help. ]