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[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.

sololoquy

[Kylo Ren’s voice comes through the magitek a few hours after the chaos of the ambush has evaporated.]

I have discovered some information of importance that may aid us going forward.

[Look at him, being a team player. He has grown up so much. (No he hasn’t)]

As it turns out, our terrorists are not affiliated with the colors they wear. I was able to determine that they acted alone, without the instruction of the Empress of the Crashing Wave.

I believe an unknown third party may be attempting to escalate tension in order to incite civil war between the clans.

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]

respired

[ It's the most horrible time of the year, and for once, Koltira is semi-lucid enough to say so. Sort of. The pain of long restraint muddies his thoughts; garbles his speech. His voice is thick, halting. He can't maintain coherent thought for long. ]

I have isolated myself in the woods. If you value your life--you will stay away.

[ HERE'S WHERE TO GO IF YOU DON'T VALUE YOUR LIFE ]

fintastic

Since we're going to be leaving again soon, I have a REALLY important question for everyone. It came up recently in a couple of conversations I was having, and I think knowing everyone's answers will help us become stronger as a team! This is a safe place, so say whatever you think! There is no wrong answer. 38)

So my very important question is: what are your thoughts on puns?

slingshots

a couple things:
what kinda gig did you run back home? the 9-5, you know. humor me, i got a theory.
also, what's the worst ever happened taking the kitchen up on all that chow? anything?

fine, make that a FEW things, here's the one more:
if anyone got spare chicken, or animal training tips, pipe up. i'll take them all.

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. ]

argenteums

Hi!!

[ Surprisingly cheery greeting, but why not, right? He's been eager to make this post for a while, but now that he has the time... ]

So there's lots of folks here who have been here for a while. That's cool and all. Power to you, folks! Had a question. How do you know when it's a birthday? You see, I have a friend! And I think his birthday's coming up soon. A lot of people here are friends with him, so I was thinking of doing something nice.

[ Not that he has much to do with, he's been running around like a headless chicken for a while now. ]

Maybe like a little get together? Cake? Can we get cake that's not made of lizard flesh here? I'd like that. I can't bake... or we could just get hamburgers... ~~Iggy will be so mad but it's Noct's birthday, man~~ [ That last bit is removed. ]

How do you guys do it? What's the best spot to have a little party 'round here? Let me know? Please?! I only have three days!!

[ Attached is a drawing of a cute little chocobo with cute eyes. ]

Little Boko says thanks!

Current Mood: amused

kisha

It has come to my attention that some of you are weak.

[Audentes, you've probably not been able to overlook... the centaur lady in your midst, but enjoy her rare and potentially very rude network appearance that... by all appearances is being filmed in the Oska stables.]

Should you wish to be wise and correct this failing on your part, I am willing to instruct in archery those who show promise.

But do not mistake this offer for kindness. I am not a gentle teacher.

That is all.

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.

pummelling

[The camera clicks on to Maya waving wildly in the halls of Oska. Jin is also in the room, standing… awkwardly off to the side, having clearly been strong armed into all this mess by the camera woman herself]

Hey guys! Especially new people! Jin and I are gonna do a virtual tour of Oska so you guys know where everything is!

[jin gives a half-hearted wave to the camera, he was trying to go to the library maya please let him live?????]

So here’s a door, and here’s a wall, and here’s--

[The camera tilts around, showing-- a ladder propped up against a wall, and she’s immediately distracted]

Hey, it’s a ladder!

[Jin, just visible in the background of the shot, turns to the camera with an eyebrow raised]

Actually, Maya, that looks more like a stepladder than a ladder.

[Maya’s been through this song and dance, so she just puffs out her cheeks a little bit!] So? What’s the difference? You need to stop judging things based off of narrow-minded cultural assumptions!

What’s so narrow-minded about it? There are clearly steps on it. It’s a stepladder. There’s a difference.

[oh no the ladder discourse] I’m telling you, it’s the same thing! Don’t get weird about this!! [like Phoenix did smh]

You’re the one who’s getting weird about this, they’re not the same! [does he actually care this much? Is he just arguing to prove a point? ARE THEY BOTH JUST TRYING TO PROVE A POINT………]

[Maya puffs her cheeks out like an angry hamster. Obviously, this is going to get them nowhere. She has to defeat him another way--]

You! Hey, you! [She points at the camera, yeah, she mean you, bub] What do you think it is?

[And thus the discourse begins… Is your character Team Ladder, or Team Stepladder?]

digiorno

So, who in Audentes knows what to do with a sword? Because Fugo and I, who don't have the first clue, have found one.

[Giorno sounds. A little sour about this. Couldn't find anything useful, clearly! That would be too easy!]

Show the nice people, please. Wave it around or something.

[But the focus of this video is Fugo, who is holding the sword looking equally sour; he’s got both hands on the hilt, with the pointy bit pointed towards the ground. He rolls his eyes at the request for dramatics and… lifts it a bit higher? Knight in shining armor he is not.]

This was buried beneath a stone cairn on the edge of a lake. I don’t know how the hell it managed to escape water damage and keep its edge—the rocks it was buried under didn’t look as if they had been disturbed in a long while.

[Fugo then proceeds to squint suspiciously at the weapon, as if giving it a dirty look will make it give up its secrets. Since his model is useless, Giorno moves so that he's the focus of this post again, looking wide-eyed and concerned and Focused On Teamwork, probably.]

There was a notebook with it, full of information that would probably have been incredibly useful if it hadn't been destroyed by the water of the lake. But what we could read says something about "piercing armor". It's possible that has nothing at all to do with this mysteriously rust-resistant and portentous sword, but there's also another fairly obvious possibility.

[Here he turns to Fugo, who continues to be less than impressed. And tired. Not that either of things are unusual for Fugo in general, but he's looking especially annoyed and worn out.]

Regardless. Has anyone found signs of or any last wills and testaments mentioning some sort of unusually dangerous monster? Robot? Whatever. Who fucking knows what’s waiting for us deeper in this shining example of an interstellar justice system. Whatever it is, it’s got armor that needs piercing that we should probably take into account.

( ooc ; feel free to theorize wildly in this post as per usual. both fugo & giorno will be responding! )

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.

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.

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.

ex_mettacrusher33

[The feed cuts to a familiar sight - it's Mettaton, darlings. He's lounging, as per usual, on what appears to be a still-standing piece of the ship. If anyone had been paying attention, it's where he's mostly been for the past few days outside of scavenging and playing nurses' assistant.]

Gooooooood evening, beauties and gentlebeauties. We've certainly been having a rough spot for a long while, now haven't we? Sure, death is imminent, things feel hopeless, yadda yadda, but why cry about broken ships when the show needs to go on?

As such, I thought it'd be a splendid idea for all of us to catch up with one another and see how our escape attempts are going. Found something interesting? Weapons, food, tools, interesting little pathways or things to avoid? Do let the rest of the class know!

As for me, you've probably noticed a little light in the sky guiding you home. [It doesn't show from the feed's angle, but for the past several days he's been projecting a star high into the sky to help keep any explorers be correctly oriented during their search.] You're welcome, by the way.

But I've ALSO come into the possession of a few little toys. [Into frame, he pulls out what looks like, and is, a pulse rifle that most certainly belonged to a prison guard at one point. He runs his hands along it like it's a game show prize.] THIS is only one of TWO that I'm willing to offer to a sweet SOUL in need of a little extra protection. For those more physical, [again, he reaches off screen and pulls out another weapon previously belonging to the guards: an electrical pike.] We have this. Don't worry, there's no price. Your adoration is its own reward. Let me know if you'd like them - first come, first serve.

[Wink.]

So what say you, darlings? Find anything good thus far?

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. )

selfimage

[ waiting and watching, that's Loki's ultimate goal. there's opportunity somewhere in here, but while it waits for itself to rear its head, he has his own means of entertainment. ]

Hello Audentes, isn't this a pickle we're in? Metal bars are a tad bit extreme, IMHO. Stealing what's already stolen is hardly a crime. I know, I know, I'll save the argument.

Regardless! I've done my share of exploration in our rather crampy quarters, and I can say that we're at a serious lack of entertainment. In order to keep our sanity with the limited reading materials available, I'll be taking commissions for fanfiction.

Terms below:

- Please message me through the jewelcomm - or this post, I'm not picky. I don't have to say "don't make video/audio messages", do I? No video/audio messages.
- Writings usually take from an hour or two to a day depending on the mercurial nature of our fellow inmates or possibility of escape. (Note: all requests not fulfilled by the time we leave will be done in a timely manner.)
- Please specify the popular media, possible pairing, and plot highlights if you'd like to detail them. Our teammates are fair game.
- 1,500 - 20,000 words.
- Trust me on my prose. :)
- I can make it salacious on a scale of prude to Fifty Shades.
- Payment can be negotiated.

And there are five current slots!

Slots:
1. Odinson
2. Sieglinde
3. Genos
4. Skeleton Fellow
5.

First come, first serve! Toodles!

blarblade

[So, there he was. Sitting at a table. Accidentally ordered all of page two and apparently page three of the menu. Had way too much food. And then up came a centaur, one who has two stomachs or whatever and could, in theory, take care of his surplus food problem.

There's just one problem.]

I offered to split lunch with someone and I think she's going to try to kill me. I might need some help.

[Yes, yes it's real now.]

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Entries tagged with jin kung (mortal kombat)

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