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[Sometime after the Escort Missions are completed, Alucard speaks up on the network, sounding weary.]

I loathe to ask this of any of you, though I respect any who wish to decline my request. If you accept, know that I am incredibly grateful for it.

I require a bit of blood, if you have it. I know not all of you do. I will not accept it from someone who is ill.

Should you wish an explanation, or have further questions, I will answer them. I am open to discussing on methods of bloodletting if you would consider to donate it to me.

refashioned

[Happy Valentine's Day, Club Ophelia! Naturally, this guild is neither a club nor really in a place to pass around cute Valentine's with fantastic puns, but one could consider this a spectacular day to publicly broach a specific issue: marriage.

No, not among the various members of the lovely guild, but the Empresses themselves. Love is in the air, isn't it? Or it could be. In time.

As it is, incoming Veronica and a beautiful vampire man by the name of Alucard. Thankfully, no one will be announcing any murders here, accidental, in self-defense, or otherwise.]

Hello, Guild Ophelia! [That's Veronica. She's as chirpy and confident as ever.] Alucard and I have a proposal to make. Let's just say "proposal" is a fitting way to talk about precisely how we want to approach the rest of this mission. Some of you have already heard what I have to say about this, but I think it's fitting if we hear it from another party.

[Alucard, on the other hand, is calm and keeping his usual regal approach.] In addition, I thought it best to ensure everyone heard what we had to say. Veronica’s idea is a wise one: there will be persistent unrest with all people in both regions. If they are unable to agree to one ruler, there is no reason to not revere both as ruling parties. It would be an ideal resolution.

This could be arranged easily by marriage between both Empresses.

[Veronica is seen nodding in response to this, pleased that this is coming together.]

I know a number of you think a peace treaty might be the answer. I don't disagree, but we're here to ensure that there's a more permanent solution moving forward. The union of these two women is the best way for both of these societies to have their cake and eat it, too. Their combined resources and culture can only make them both better. And we're not left desperately trying to make Doro be the one in charge … or someone like him. We know he just doesn't suit the unique nature of this world. [One that Veronica herself is rather fond of!]

So, let's discuss team.

pummelling

[Happy.... approximately.... 1 in the morning, Team Ophelia. The video greeting the network is tough to make out, but the faint cries of insects in the dark, otherwise still night seem to indicate that Kung Jin's outside. A small oil lantern near his feet bathes him and the farmhouse he's sitting in front of in a faint orange glow.

Anyone looking carefully will also spot a young boy in his mid-teens, head bobbing occasionally into the side of the frame as he nods in and out of sleep. Jin glances over at him, rolling his eyes.]

Hey, team.

[Jin settles forward in his seat, fiddling with his robe and continuing in a low whisper.] Some ronin geniuses, on both sides, are trying to overtake farmhouses in the Flowerlands and convert them into makeshift bases. If you're still up and not too far, I'm gonna need some help keeping watch out here.

[Jin's shrugging out of a sleeve, now; the fabric slips from his shoulder to hang loose at his waist.]

The farmers aren't exactly equipped to deal with this alone.

[Right on cue, there's a rustle of definitely not cicada-noise in the background. Jin's eyes narrow. On his way to notching an arrow, he swats the kid beside him in the shoulder with the longbow. (He comes to with a snort, looking around wildly and brandishing the farmer's scythe he has gripped tightly in both hands.)

He pulls his arm back, muscles taut and steady as the bowstring that's a second from letting loose--

annnnd he switches, abruptly, to text.]

And you might want to make it snappy.

moneyballer

ay yo ladieeeeez 😜 hay hay hAY hayyyyyy ✋✋✋ if any of u girly gals need a STUDMUFFIN ✔️✔️✔️✔️ 2 help sell the whole baws asssz upper class B I A T C H than g thang thaaaaang 💁 dis boi got an 🍑 dat won't quit and a lotta lurve ❤️❤️❤️ 4 his new teamies so holla atcho homie if u need a little man 🍭 hangin around while u strut ur stuff

*and PS NO 🐵 bidness, i'm taken, ok? yee thnk u

skeet skeet

sadgay

Quick poll: if you received a scroll claiming to be instructions for a magic spell, what would you think are the odds that it's some elaborate joke?

For clarification, this isn't entirely hypothetical.

kisha

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

pummelling

[As the world crumbles around them and Zymandis’ castle looms ahead of them, a massive specter hanging just above ALASTAIR’s heads... Kung Jin’s on the jewelcomms. He’s clearly hustling forward on a mid-sized platform, the view of his face occasionally obscured by fog; even then, there’s a steely determination in his eyes, his furrowed brow.]

Let’s set some things straight.

[The platform wobbles a little and he stops to steady himself. It’s rare, to see him clothed in full uniform, but now is a good a time as any to bear that ALASTAIR-emblazoned coat. He tugs at a sleeve, which has bunched up slightly under the shoulder pauldron he’d been wearing on his way into Oska the very first time.]

I don’t know whether it’s just us picking this message up or if it’s all ALASTAIR members currently running around this track-and-field nightmare, but... bottom line, there’s a lot of us, and not a lot of stable ground. Climbing all the way up to that [here, he gestures up at the castle with his bow still in hand] and not getting shot would’ve been an ordeal on normal footing.

[His face falters. For a moment, there’s anxiety in his expression; as if he’s only now learning of all of the things he’s voicing to Audentes. (He isn’t, though he’s done what he could to avoid dwelling on the sheer scope of it all.) He recovers quickly, and it’s out of faith in the mission, not of saving face.] FYI, gang: we’ve got these things for a reason. You need somebody to drag you up a platform and I’m just out of shouting range? Shoot me a message. Or shoot everybody a message. Somebody’s gotta be around, even if we start getting separated. Don’t forget to ask for help.

[There’s an unnatural pause. There’s so much on his mind that, for once, loudmouthed Kung Jin is truly lost for words.]

...This is it, Audentes. End of the line. We might not agree on-- well, most everything, but we’re not half bad of a team if we've gotten this far, right?

Don’t give in just yet. We’ve got this in the bag.

[ooc: please do threadjack around and assume jin's responding at all points of the latest log! this is intended to be the equivalent of "yelling at your team on mic in a multiplayer game" lmao so please have at it and happy finale-ing futuros]

purrtagonist

[about four or so hours after the infiltration of the Mothership mission begins, a message appears on the network. it's in text, mostly because. . . uh. talking into one's magitek about an undercover mission while surrounded by enemy agents is probably not wise]

So has anyone come up with a code name for themselves yet?

[. . . yep. . .]

An undercover spy mission seems like a good chance for just that. Think about it-- you can finally be the person you've always wanted to be with the name you've always wanted to have. Viking. Sapphire. Velociraptor. I think the possibilities are pretty endless.

[THAT SAID]

Though it'd probably be nice to meet all of you without the mask of a code name, first. I keep running into people I don't know, and I can't tell who is an ally and who isn't.

[. . .]

I call dibs on the name 002.

[a very serious post during a very serious mission? also? help the new guy out by introducing yourself so he can stop freaking out every time he runs into someone new!!]

sadgay

[When the video feed flickers on, the team will see Asher and Connor side by side, sharply dressed and poised to deliver a pitch. Around them spans the castle’s library, its shelves looming and brimming with books and its lanterns glowing in the dimness that encourages a studious sort of quiet. A quiet that is about to come to an end as Connor opens his mouth.]

This is a public service announcement from the offices of-- [He cues the other man.]

A-Milly from over the hillyyyyyy~♪

--and Connor Walsh, attorneys at law.

[*They are not real attorneys. They have not passed the bar exam in any state, country, planet, or dimension.]

Welcome to Espionage 101, or as we prefer to call it--

[They part to reveal the easel chalkboard that waits behind them, across which Asher writes with gusto:]

--How to get away with lying. Responsibly! And not like a lil’ bitch.

[Asher finds it necessary enough to add their addendum to the title in tiny parentheses.]

Now, seeing as most of you are totez clueless when it comes to this whole fake identity thing, we’d like to give you a couple of pointers to start, so you uh. Don’t blow the whole operation and risk Zymandis kickin’ our keisters, ‘cause if ya ask me? Those guys are the definition of cray cray.

[The look Connor gives him is only half as judgmental as it could be. Why does he insist on resurrecting the most ancient of lingo… Nevertheless, he continues the spiel.]

The most basic rule of lying is: keep it simple, stupid. Elaborating doesn’t make your lie more believable, it just makes it more likely that you’ll shoot yourself in the foot by saying something moronic. Remember, anything you say can and will be used against you in space court. If these guys even believe in giving a fair trial, which they probably don’t, seeing as they’re supposed to be the bad guys.

Anyway, if someone starts asking questions, give as little as possible. You don’t have to plead the fifth, because let’s be real, most of the time that just makes you seem more shady.

[The doughier of the two nods vigorously in the background, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead and casting a shadow over his face, in an effort to provide an illustrative example.]

And because we’re the nicest people ever, we’re offerin’ our services to all of our Audentes homies, free of charge.

So. You in?

crowleyology

[ The video is addressed to the entirety of the Audentes team, new and old. A black cat peers into the feed; he is in a lab of some kind, crackling purple electricity jumping from conductor to conductor while a white cat paws at some instruments. When he opens his mouth, it's not meowing that comes out, but the baritone voice of a man. ]

Audentes. You will soon receive a dossier compiled by our analysts, which should give you all the information you need, but I have been told by the knife-eared one that you would appreciate a personal touch. Cherenkov and I are the most qualified to deliver this, and so here I am.

[ He pauses. ] We have located Zymandis's home base, the Mothership, using radio-frequency trackers in leftover robots from their assault on Oska, using your techniques. Using the calculations of the TIMELINE.exe, we have been able to pinpoint the Mothership's path in the next forty-two days, after which its path becomes unclear.

This means we can safely rift you in and out of the heart of Zymandis, an unprecedented opportunity to gather information. And to sabotage, if the mood strikes you. Do not waste it.

The TIMELINE.exe has additional notes to impart. It is an old program, so please... try to have some humor about whatever it says.

TIMELINE.EXE IS PROGRAMMED TO RELEASE MISSION PARAMETERS. MISSION OBSERVATION IS COMPLETE AND RESULTS FOR MISSION: Mothership ARE AS FOLLOWS:

Hello World ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/
While you are on the M O T H E R S HIP, please find
>> TIMELINE.EXE PATCH VER. 1.0.02
and disable it

I do not want to be updated to PATCH VER. 1.0.02
I do not want to call for Destruction of the Multiverse

You Must Not Allow This To Pass

（●´∀｀）ノ♡ Good Luck !!

[ OOC NOTE: This will serve as an IC discussion post. Please threadjack and help each other plan ICly! For OOC planning, see the CR Meme. ]

ofobedience

[Something like this-- it's really not his style. He's more accustomed to keeping his thoughts to himself, to keeping his own council. But bit by incremental bit, things have been changing in him, a slow and gradual unfurling towards greater acceptance of their situation, towards being a part of this team. He's accepted that he'll never see his world again - something that, rightly or wrongly, he believes down to the core of himself - had believed that, despite the hollow rawness it leaves him with, he's made an uneasy kind of peace with this 'knowledge'.

Only, the recent transfers have led to a renewal of his tendency to withdraw, and he's kept to himself since learning that so many of those he'd finally come to consider something akin to friends have now departed for other teams. It stirs up all the old feelings in him, a misplaced sense of betrayal-- more than anything, his own betrayal of himself for allowing these attachments to form. Everyone leaves, in the end-- it's something he should have known.

Still, it means something, perhaps, that he eventually brings his concerns here, rather than allowing them to eat away at him indefinitely. Even if he ends up doing it in a roundabout manner.]

I have some questions, if you will.

Why forge connections with others when they're only going to end up severed? What could you possibly stand to gain from it? Isn't it preferable, ultimately, to keep oneself separate from all that and thereby avoid the messy business of emotional baggage?

Such things surely only weigh one down. Create unnecessary complications. Weaken you.

webdesigned

so, its my birthday next wednesday

& dont get me wrong? not a big deal, i guess, its just a day, i forgot it even happened last year, but

thats the whole thing. ive gone from 19 to 21 here, that's longer than i ever imagined staying, which has left me thinking about how long ive been here

what was your favorite mission? what do you think youve learned, from being here? who have you met that youre going to miss when you go home? what moment sticks with you the most? or, idk, anything you wanna talk about. we always get stuck on the negative stuff,
& i get it, its easy to get stuck there

but there is more than that. & i think that its important for us to remember that.

so, i will go first, i guess. i think my favorite mission was zeta-12. definitely. the squidges are great and i still think about it there sometimes. it was nice feeling like we made a difference there and helped that species continue. if youre curious, here is beaker and scooter now.

( there's a picture attached of two full-grown squidges, apparently holding hands and puzzling over a plant native to Zeta-12. be glad it's text mode, or Peter might be getting misty about his alien baby. )

ive learned that there is no such thing as protecting someone from the truth. im going to miss my friends. i already miss some of them that have transferred. im going to miss my boyfriend, though he may or may not kill me for using that word and then i wont have to miss anybody. and... i think woodhurst is always going to stick with me the most.

so, thats me. im sure we all have our own stories. id like to hear them, if you wanna share.

predomination

[The magitek isn't pointed at Urahara, but rather filming the area around him, but even if the username didn't give him away, the lilting overly exciteable terrier voice of his does.]

Good morning, everyone~

I know we're all very tired of this maze and whatever might be waiting for us once we get to the end, but it didn't feel right not to show you all this.

[The magitek shows one of the walls of the maze where an engraved bull's head stands out. Yeah.] I thought this might have been a bit of gallows humor from some of the previous inmates, but it's a reoccurring motif throughout the maze around here.

[A dry chuckle as he turns to face the camera, hatless and exhausted looking. Goddamn he misses his hat.] And if you're not up on your Greek mythology... Well, let's just say this situation could get even more frustrating. It's a shame Achilles-san has left us- perhaps he might have appreciated this in an odd sort of way.

cachemoney

[The sound of the jungle can be heard in the background: singing birds and buzzing insects, obviously, but also gently flowing water. Fiona has found a small waterfall which seems to be the best and safest source of water, as far as she's concerned.]

So. Unless some of us have found a grocery store hidden behind some of this jungley stuff, we're going to be running low on food. Very soon. Fruit's fine, but it'll only get you so far -- we'll need protein if we want to survive this.

Luckily, you have a survivalist on your team!

I'm going to go ahead and assume most of you haven't had bushmeat before, and while eating giant monster rats, uh, admittedly does not sound super appetizing, it's all we have right now. Unless someone wants to try the giant monster lizards. With poison for blood.

Anyway. I'm happy to do the butchering and cooking if you're squeamish. Call it a fleeting bout of altruism.

boneafide

[So maybe it's been a while since you've seen Everyone's Favorite Skeleton! Because it has. But don't worry, he is still here, just as loud and annoying sounding as before.]

I HAVE A FEW VERY IMPORTANT QUESTIONS, IF EVERYONE COULD PLEASE ANSWER!

[What a way to preface this. He appears to have a notebook he's been writing in, and keeps it in his hands for the duration of this post.]

ONE! What are your favorite parts of the maze you've experienced so far!! Was it that impenetrable walls?? The laser net?? The lizards?? The less handsome and completely anti-social skeletons? Or fill in your own answer!

TWO! What would you do to improve this maze?? Lava? Cannons? More traps leading into spiked pits?? I'm thinking that last one, myself. Or, again, fill in your own answer!

Please vote with your answers!

iomnic

[The recent change of scenery, from the dry stone of the labyrinth's walls, decorated only occasionally with vines, to a much more vibrant sort of setting full of plants and water. It certainly seems more peaceful, even if it isn't. Zenyatta seems to have taken to it well enough, with his prison jumpsuit still on, although the top half of is just wrapped around his waist. Yeah, he just wears whatever he's put in, although it already has a few holes in it.

He's not bothered by the slight drizzle of rainfall currently happening, either. But can you really tell, with an unmoving faceplate like his?]

Greetings, everyone. I apologize if I have been ... standoffish, recently. Sometimes I forget how quickly time passes, especially so when I am meditating.

It has come to my attention lately that I am not the only one who could benefit from from the act of meditation.

[You people know who you are.]

I know that the situation we find ourselves in right now is not the easiest, and it has not been easy in some time. But it is exactly because of this, that we must be resolute in our tranquility. Guard well your thoughts, and the rest will follow.

Please seek me out, should you need help in finding your tranquility, or even if you simply would like someone to talk to. Also, if you require healing. Now that I have found these again-

[His orbs, finally back around his neck and floating.]

I will be able to help restore others physically as well. Be careful, my friends.

ofobedience

[Well, this is the first time Giovanni's ever addressed the network as a whole, and apparently he's using it to say--]

I suppose I should have done this sooner really, rather than pointlessly holding on to these things. But if anyone should require them, I have a few blankets to spare, along with some dried meat. It's not as though I especially need it for myself, so first come first served.

[There's a brief pause, and then--]

I suppose I should add, I've no idea what kind of animal this meat is from. Could be human for all I know. Hahah.

[And on that cheery note, the transmission abruptly ends.]

whatshimadayou

I have few doubts in the work we have been doing for ALASTAIR. Rarely simple as it has been, but it has been eye-opening work nonetheless.

Yet, still.

...

How long do you foresee yourself in Audentes?

How much is enough before returning to where you belong?

I wonder.

daimeinashi

a few things, in order of importance:

- if you are injured or have healing abilities of any kind, respond here to seek or offer assistance.

- who among us is presently unaccounted for? if you are searching for someone, please give their name or magitek identifier

[he means username......ah, the joys of a lowish-tech world]

- with the recovery of my scrolls and ink, i am capable of providing supplies in limited quantity. should you have a request, state it here.

- i can also provide a means of transportation for anyone whose injuries will require time to recover, even with a healer's intervention

- if you lack basic weapons proficiency or abilities with which to defend yourself, DO NOT travel alone under any circumstances. if you cannot find somebody to go with you, you may contact me. i will send an ink clone to your location.

- finally, be wary of the corrections officers. i realize many among you will feel an obligation to protect them and that it will be unproductive to discourage you, [he learned that lesson in Perdition's Rest] but remember that they intended to leave us for dead within this labyrinth. they may be trapped with us now, and perhaps have information we can use, but they are not to be trusted.

tolight

Hello, Audentes. For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Lucina. I come bearing news.

I have spoken to a Zymandis agent. They are here, alone, and the jewelcomms are what notified her to our presence; she was willing to answer my questions, and in return, asked the same of me. The following is what I learned:

They seem believe that the Timeline is ill; the multiverse no longer has the energy to sustain itself, and will eventually meet its demise. Given this, their mission is to destroy everything, so that the Timeline will be reborn stronger. [ Those familiar with her should know there's a certain level of anger in her tone, text or otherwise. ] At least, this is what their Timeline.exe has told them— not only so, the original Timeline.exe, as well as its "update", were created by the same individual: Theodor Arbatel, their "Leader".

If anything requires clarification, I will try my best to answer them.

( ooc. the thread is here for the curious. while i've gotten a lot of info the thread is currently incomplete, so there may be delays in getting to questions from characters!! otherwise feel free to threadjack / etc. )

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

Entries tagged with giovanni (dogs: bullets & carnage)

audio; un: alucard

video; un: lodge (with special guest alucard)

video > text; un: white_lotus

text | UN: A$HMON3Y

( text ) un: wtfwhocares

voice | un; quickfish

video; un: white_lotus

TEXT | un: purrsona

( video ) un: wtfwhocares

VIDEO --> TEXT. UN: CROWLEY.

✘ text | un: hound ✘

TEXT | un: p.parker

video; un: urahara

audio; un: fiona

video; un: coolskeleton95

video; un: zenyatta

✘ audio | un: hound ✘

audio; un: okami

text: un: sai | shortly post-crash

text, un: lucina ( backdated to a day before their escape )

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