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Helloooo, Guild Ophelia~!

[Yep, it’s Urahara. Everyone’s favorite jackass, beaming at the camera in all his be-buckethatted glory] It looks like I perfected my latest project just in time. I call it-

[And here he holds up what looks like a tiny computer chip, as he speaks with a booming flourish:] Project Fey! Turn the Enemies Against One Another!

[If you’re embarrassed by him, trust me… you definitely should be. It’s a natural reaction]

It’s a specialty chip designed to attach to the cleaning robots that activates when they start up. If we plant these little doodads in government buildings, then we have a chance to spy on officials and find out information without endangering anyone else. We’ll be able to see if there’s any incriminating evidence we can leak to the masses to get the upper class to turn to our side as well.

Of course, it’s a really daunting task, and I couldn’t hope to do it all by myself, so if anyone feels up to being sneaky, we need people to get into places to put these chips in the cleaning robots, as well as a few hands on deck to make extra chips with Rost's help, and sift through the data. And fighters to protect all of our backs! Every little bit helps.

And you should all thank Maya-san for inspiring this~

[ooc: player plot is live! more information, including details and timeline, can be found here]

arkproject

Hi, everyone. I'm Catherine!

I've been talking to a few people about our mission, and I've been thinking... Do we have any ideas for how to restructure the government that don't require full-scale fighting? Like, if we could gather evidence of the corruption and expose it to the public, through, say... cyber espionage? It would at least give us more information, even if we don't go that route.

Reconnaissance is a good first step!

I'm not an expert in this, but I figure one of you is. So I want your thoughts! Or if you have experience hacking and want to teach me. It sounds like it would be easier to sneak in and put a physical receiver into one of their central systems, but in the spirit of keeping our options open, I might as well learn.

Even if doing it the manual way is going to be very slow.

steler

[so here's a video of kaz. his st. bernard puppy, barend, is on his lap. look at barend!! isn't he cute? isn't he the cutest puppy you've ever seen? he is so cute, in fact, that kaz brekker, bastard of the barrel is petting him. like, for real, kaz is touching something with a pulse. it's a miracle.

and barend is just so cute right? focus on that for a moment. before you listen to what he has to say. itll put you in the right mindset. remember: chill, cute puppy. that's absolutely the point of this video.

totally.

100%]

Here's the thing -- [or, maybe, kaz is going to start lecturing because he's put on his "i'm a lieutenant of a gang" voice. it's the same tone of voice he used when he beat up the entirety of the dregs, but he doesn't know that happened yet. one day.] -- when you all wanted to act like killing was the most unreasonable thing a person could possibly do, there was at least a sense that you had the moral high-ground. "Think of Perdition's Rest! We saved people."

[kaz laughs, a little (a lot) coldly.]

Most of you didn't even want think of what kinds of existences you were saving - both there and back in Woodhurst. You'd rather force a man to live through grueling circumstances and inflict emotional pain than have to live with the idea that your precious hands had been soiled with blood. And anyone who suggested otherwise was immediately jumped on because, Saints forbid anyone suggest what you were doing was wrong. What's the point of moral high-ground if people don't recognize your superior position for what it is?

And it has to be self-perpetuating. So in the wake of this announcement, you're all going to find ways to tell yourselves how you did the right thing, how Oska wasn't your fault, how every life spared is the right thing to do under every circumstance. But a lie, even a nice one, is still a lie.

[he takes a deep breath and shifts, enough so that barend jumps off and scampers away to go find something else to do than sit with his scary teen criminal.]

That's not even really the worst part. The lack of cohesion in this team means that mistakes like these are going to keep happening. [he gives extra emphasis the last two words, trying to drive them home] The kind of work we're doing right now is sloppy at best, and we're lucky it was Oska that got hit and not one of these precious planets you've been trying to save along the way. This mistake could have been a lot more deadly, and the next one almost assuredly will.

I know your responses are going to be a mixture of accusing me of wanting power for myself and being heartless for wanting to kill. Let's all just acknowledge it now, together: if heartless and practical are one in the same, then fine. And power? I honestly don't care enough about this team to want it. I also don't care what your final decisions are - only that we should make some attempt to make them as a group instead of this haphazard decision making we've been doing thus far.

[he pauses, shrugs]

Or we can keep making more mistakes -- and then the decisions will be made for us.

cachemoney

[Fiona is a little out of breath, like she just hustled very quickly away from somewhere. Which she did, but that's neither here nor there. The background behind her is some innocuous wood panelling; she's in a house.]

Okay. So. Crunch time. Things are getting nuts out there, if you didn't notice. We are gonna wind up super screwed if we don't hop to figuring out what the hell to do.

[She holds up a vial. It has some alien writing on it, as well as a familiar symbol on the label.]

We found this inside the hospital. A shit-ton of them, actually. So who wants to find out what Zymandis asshole is responsible for this mess and beat an antidote out of them?

[ ooc. PS, maya, hanzo, and mccree might show up in your threads. feel free to threadjack as well! ]

pummelling

[The magitek's pulled back far enough to feature not one, but two members of Audentes... or, rather, one of them striving vainly to nudge his teammate out of the feed. It's the tail end of the struggle, though, and Kung Jin is fighting a losing battle. It takes half a second for Asher Millstone to shove his way into view, taking up half of the screen and speaking up before Jin can truly get a word in.

The law student looks more excited than ever when he starts speaking, and even lifts his arms above his head in a “raise the roof” sort of gesture.]

It’s time to get wiggity wiggity whack, yo!

Don't. [He nearly slaps a hand over his friend's mouth, but reconsiders, elbowing him back instead.] So, Audentes. Since we're almost all set to leave on our next assignment, it's come to our attention that not everyone here is from a world that people like Asher or I consider "modern day".

Whoa, you? Wait a minute. Last I checked, there was nothing normal about you, man. People in your world, like, rip dudes’ spines out through their mouths and crap!

[After he says this, Asher immediately turns from Jin back to the camera, and waves his hands emphatically in its general direction.]

Don’t try that.

[Jin casts a dubious glance at Asher and moves right along in spite of all the interruptions.]

Even if you look the part, you’ve still got to play the part, too. If you're looking for any advice or tips to blend in properly on-planet, we’re pretty much experts-- so let us know if you need a hand.

[The paler of the two pops up right behind him, leaning on the other’s shoulder.]

That’s right, baby! We’ll teach you how to be 90s.

assent

[ Really, she had hoped to get her thoughts out about this sooner, but there are things she wants to Address and get people to think about now that it seems like a new year is upon them. It makes sense after the Christmas/Yule w/e celebrations that had taken place. For any that may know her though, she definitely seems very upbeat today. ]

Good day, everyone. [ It's the first time she's actually addressed the magitek like this though, which is why she tries to keep as formal as possible from the get go. ] My name is Sonia Nevermind, some of you may know me, others may not -- if that is the case, it is a pleasure to meet you now.

I was wondering... is it common for people of your worlds to make New Years Resolutions? This is where you make promises or goals for yourself for the new year.

For me, this year I hope to get stronger, so I may protect those I care about. I wish to learn more about medicine, to ensure that those with healing skills are not tiring themselves out. [ She's ticking these off with her fingers as she goes. ] I wish... to be more honest, about past instances that were beyond my control... but I feel are important to share with friends. I wish to spend more time with others, and learn more about the different cultures and languages we have within our team. If you were to consider this now... what would you choose?

Also, as we have been in good spirits recently, I also hoped we may try to get to know one another better with a game? There is one called "2 truths 1 lie", I believe, where we share two pieces of information that are "real" along with one piece of information that is a lie. As I understand, this is a hella good game to bond. For example: "I can speak 30 languages." "I have got a sister." "I can pilot a helicopter." Which one is incorrect?

[ ooc: re: the 2 truths 1 lie thing please feel free to threadjack etc as well as she does mean for it to happen so people can get to know each other [smh] ]

yaomomo

[The audio is a soft, almost gentle but firm presence in people's minds, insistent on getting her message across. Unfortunately, she's a bit wordy, so hopefully she doesn't lose her audience immediately.]

Good day to everyone. My name is Creaty.

I hope everyone has been doing well? With the recent events being as they are, we've all been kept on our toes more often than not.

For today, I would like to propose an idea for the general populace. Recently, with some tasks and missions I've taken up, and with the constant change in environment, I have been trying something that I thought may be worth mentioning. To put it simply, with each world that we visit, we encounter new materials that we could easily lose access to when we travel to a new place. These materials may be of some use to us as well, whether it be for battle, recovery, maintenance or the likes. I believe that this kind of thing is unfortunate, as sometimes we could also lose opportunities to maximize the results of our efforts if we have the right equipment.

So, I'm proposing the chance of recreating these materials that you may have gathered from past missions, but do not have enough to make use of. I have the ability to do such a thing, though there are limits to it. For one, it cannot be a living object, as anything that constantly changes in composition is difficult to recreate and even dangerous. This also goes for food, or anything that needs to be consumed. Another is that the more foreign the object is to me, the longer it takes me to learn to break it down. However, I am interested in not only improving my skills, but also being able to make use of what we gather from each mission to help with future missions.

I do have some conditions I'd like to impose. I would like to only be approached for things that you are certain will benefit the community, and not simply for entertainment purposes. I would also have the right to reject any items I don't deem fit to recreate, or I simply can't. If these are fine, then I'd love to be able to assist people in any way I can.

heelies

[As when storm-bruised clouds cast their dark pall over the sky, a harbinger of the torrent and tempest to come, so appears the countenance of Peleus' son. He is harnessed in the glorious armor that lame-foot Hephaestus did forge for him, and upon his head fiercely glints the golden helmet which once served as a beacon to the Myrmidons and all of the vast host of war-loving Argives. Like the thunder that is hurled by almighty Zeus who bears the aegis, his voice roars out over the network.]

Koltira, you whose heart is blackened with vile hatred! Hear now the son of Peleus, Achilles, best of all the Achaeans - I whose pride was rent by your blade when you did raise arms without first issuing a proper challenge as is honorable between warriors. I demand that you meet me in single combat, that I may avenge myself and slake my spear upon your blood. Meet me then to the east of the town ere the sun touches the far horizon, where it settles for the night into the couch of the desert - unless the worm of cowardice burrows deep within your breast to weaken your fighting spirit!

It is for this reason that I give my challenge in this public forum, that others may bear witness and hold you accountable to this duel. What say you, Koltira? Recoil not from the bloodshed you so take pleasure in! Long has my anger rankled in my breast, and long has my pride festered without salve potent enough to soothe it, for the cure lies only in victory by dint of my spear. Thus, today I wait no more!

[In the colloquialisms of the locals: This town ain't big enough for the both of us.]

predomination

[are we all ready to start roughing things up? springing into action for revenge, information, SCIENCE™, or otherwise?

well hold your horses, because Urahara has something to say.]

Evening, everyone~

I know we're all ready to start taking this seriously- or more seriously, in some cases- but before anyone sets out, I have one bit of information to share that might bring some clarity on how much of a mess we're really in.

[he holds up his holodisc fragments- all three of them] Jin-san and his magitek-stealing friend gave us the opportunity to share what we've found on all these scattered pieces, so I won't waste anyone's time by rehashing what's already been said and debated over. The thing is.. This one's complete now, and I believe it speaks for itself.

[and he plays it, snapping his fan open as the audio crackling to life:]

Findings indicate a temporal crystal deep within the planet's core, that when pierced will bring about the certain destruction of this section of the Timeline. For the sake of the continued existence of all life in this timeline, ALASTAIR must keep the core of this planet from being breached.

[it ends and Urahara makes a sound of mock-disapproval] Well, that doesn't sound good, now does it? [he snaps his fan closed for dramatic effect. because he's dramatic.] Now some of these fragments- one of mine, included- specifically mentioned a group known as Zymandis, who were dropped in both the Taraxa file and the transcript with Lloyd-san. So we can only assume, given what we know from back then and what we know now, that all of this seems to be Zymandis finishing whatever it started years before- specifically, destruction of this part of the Timeline by using the Qorral's equipment and knowledge to their advantage.

So my question is this... [and his voice drops an octave] Did anyone know of Zymandis before we arrived here? I'm curious if there's more to the story, and exactly how much and what we should be asking our Taraxa friends once we find them.

blessure

[Considering all that's happened there isn't much Félix can do to look as presentable as he would prefer when addressing the others here, but he has done his best. His sprawl is casual in the way of someone who likely spent a good amount of time making certain his clothing fell just so and his blond hair is artfully dishevelled to frame his face. While it's not quite the level of excessive presentation that would be expected in the circles he usually moves within, it will have to do. After a moment to allow the unseen audience to take a look at him, Félix finally speaks.]

While it has been terribly interesting to see everyone arguing about what we should do here, where we should all focus our efforts and such, I can't help but wonder why it is that there doesn't seem to be anyone in charge of our... [Here he pauses delicately.] Band of heroes?

I cannot confess much experience in military matters, but even so it seems strange to me to send a company of forces anywhere without someone to report to and keep them in line. Not to mention it seems as though it would help a great deal with conflicts such as the one we're currently facing if there were a captain or commander to lead us.

[Here he holds up a hand, forestalling what he imagines will be the immediate concern on people's minds.] Please, before anyone says it, no I am not suggesting that I take on such a role. As I've said, I have no experience in such matters, nor have I interest in leading here.

I'm simply curious why it seems as though we have little rank and order here, and if there is any thought towards if there might be some among us suited for such heavy matters.

forcevisions

[ Everyone's camping. That's fun, isn't it? Well, before people get ahead of themselves, there's some more news that's waiting. Following Keith and Rey's conversation—and Keith being set right about their shared misconceptions thanks to some clarifications from ALASTAIR—they've finally regrouped enough for … this. If you've ever wondered how good Keith is at sharing information, it's probably along the lines of "not good."

So, this should be good, basically. (At least he has Rey to back him up.)

The two of them are sitting side by side on the outskirts of camp so that they can make their announcement undisturbed. Keith's sporting a warmer jacket and Rey was all but swallowed in the hood of her ALASTAIR uniform, which fit ill now in the light of the doubts that the holodisc shed on them.

After a beat of them … sitting there, Keith awkwardly clears his throat in what sounds like an ineffectual manner: ]

Uh, hey. We have something to tell you all today. [ A beat. Another beat. He glances toward Rey, as if he suddenly feels like she's the one who should talk.

While Rey clearly doesn’t appreciate the hand-off, her shoulders rustling as she composes herself, she can’t deny the responsibility. She directs her gaze towards him for a moment, wrestling with something, before she relents. ]

I made a mistake. [ It seems the simplest place to start when most of them had seen precisely what happened with the Reverend. ] We need to make sure that none of you repeat it. When I killed … [ She can’t muster that admission, not properly, not in this context. So she starts again. ] When the Reverend died, something came out of him. Some kind of parasite.

[ Right, he knows Rey's body language enough to realize where he should probably help. If if were anyone else, that might not be the case, but somehow, they've become friends. It's an odd thing for him, and when she finishes speaking, he preps himself. All right, he can do this. He can do this. ]

The parasite is called the Taraxa. I didn't get a chance to look at a holodisc I found until after the fighting war over, and um, I'm sorry for not coming forward sooner. We wanted to check back with ALASTAIR first. [ He pauses here, but briefly. ]

Anyway, the Taraxa are supposed to be a peaceful group now. They've worked with ALASTAIR via some temporary hosts as spies, but obviously, none of us would call the Deemers peaceful. Rey and I don't know what happened, or if these are some … special branch that decided to go rogue. I don't know. But I think we've got a bigger mess to deal with here than just the mines and mining. [ He offers Rey a brief glance. Keith can't even begin to guess what the Deemers are really doing. He can't. But between the fires and disappearances, he figures they can't just ignore this. ]

They’re also supposed to have hosts that they build instead of steal, but that’s obviously not the case. It’s possible but dangerous to communicate with them because they follow a hivemind they consider their Mother, which is red instead of ... [ Grimly, she raises the dessicated carcass of the beige slug she’d evinced from the Reverend’s corpse. It seemed an odd thing, now, to hold onto it like some kind of trophy, but she hadn’t been ready to let it go, as if holding onto the horror of what she had done. ] Though there’s no clear way to tell when you’re dealing with a Mother while she’s in a host, as far as I can tell.

Until we know more, travel in pairs, and try to avoid lethal force; the Deemers aren’t acting of their own free will.

Or … their hosts aren't, anyway. I guess it's really the same thing, huh? Most importantly, if you have a way of scanning people's brains, let us know. It wasn't clear in the file how to stop them exactly, but heat and salt seem like our best bets. Uh, death and decapitation work, too, but I think we're gonna try to avoid that from now on.

[ Sulky silence quieted Rey, on that note, and she ended the transmission abruptly. ]

[ ooc; if it isn't clear, Rey and Keith. ]

construing

[ the video opens on the white masked face and large pink eyes of one spider-woman ( secretly gwendolyn stacy. ) nothing else about the video seems odd…except perhaps for the way her pink-and-blue web-lined hood hangs around her head almost as if she were actually upside down ( she is. )

nothing else is weird. at all. ]

Greetings, Audentes. For those who don't know me, I'm your resident Spider-Woman. That's first name "Spider," last name "Woman," middle initial "hyphen." With that out of the way, I interrupt your daily routine to bring you this.

[ gwen flips her hand, seemingly pulling a scratched piece of holodisc out of midair. ( yes, she practiced that move. ) it vanishes from view as she holds it near the magitek. but the garbled audio is captured without problem. ]

--the core. Instability will result in-- --for this reason, we have--

[ gwen waits a few seconds so the message stands alone before proceeding. ]

Now, I don't know about you, but to me that sounds like the opposite of good. And considering all the holes and earthquakes and the earth generally being like nah to being stepped on around here, I'm guessing this planet thinks the same thing.

I also know my friend and I weren't the only ones who ran out to find more of these. [ the exaggerated friendliness with which she usually speaks tapers off into something more solemn. even the eyes of the mask narrow slightly. because masks do this. ] This planet was abandoned a thousand years ago for a reason. It's looking like we're going to discover that reason on our own. I prefer to do my research first so if anyone's found more of these messages, time to share with the class.

(( ooc: feel free to use this post to threadjack to your heart's content! ))

predomination

[the Urahara you know and, uh, tolerate, probably, has been replaced by... a guy who basically looks the same, except he's wearing a different outfit and no hat to be seen. he seems fantastically chill, despite everything.]

I know everything has been a bit intense lately with the infestation to take care of, but I did take the liberty of sorting out what exactly is going on here for myself. [aka he basically dug around until he had the answers he wanted, though maybe not necessarily an explanation for how he managed to get a bug bite he doesn't remember. and while maybe he's picked up on some strange timeline nonsense going on, he has no reason to believe it would be happening to him.]

One of the things I've picked up on is the Audentes don't have their own specific network of organized and dedicated scientists, which is a shame, really. It might have actually made this whole thing pass by far more smoothly than how it is currently, if we did.

[even 110 years younger, he's still throwing shade and being delightful about it at the same time.] If I'm wrong, you can correct me and direct me to it, but if I'm right, I have a proposition for you all to consider. Since I don't think I'll be returning to my squad any time soon, I might as well offer you all exactly what I was willing to offer them.

[after all, given everything, this is his squad now. granted, it's a squad full of humans and other assorted and he intends to keep the general details of Soul Society a secret because of that, he can only sit idly for so long. and he was so close to his lifelong ambitions to see them shattered by this nonsense. perhaps he can consider it a trial run before he puts forth the effort to get the real SRDI up and running.]

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