futurology | Entries tagged with laedo ledo (original)

[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.]

asscan

[It's a couple of days before the mission will take precedence, and Laedo has finally recovered from his embarrassing childhood-throwback. The tone around the castle has been sombre, embarrassed... and he's learned a few things in his months trying to fit in among humans.

One of those things he's learned is that bipeds motherfucking love a dragonback ride... and given he needs to pack so little, the idea strikes him to offer, if only to fill his days and cheer those up who have never had their flat feet leave the ground.

So here he is, reclining in the sunny courtyard, scudding clouds chugging along the fragment of sky above and behind him as he peers into his jewel, and the network at large.]

Who among you would like to touch the sky? I do not offer often, but I am willing to trade the pleasure for later favours... providing you can contain yourselves not to dig in heels or pull at hair.

[Still, his tone is less arch than it has been in the past. He's been working hard to gain perspective. He doesn't want to start this next mission on the wrong foot.]

grunehexe

[In between the end of the... timeline shenanigans (which, thankfully for everyone, she does not remember) and their departure for the next mission, Sieglinde can be found up to her eyeballs in texts and tomes, mostly unfed, unrested, and occasionally unwashed... But never mind that.]

Audentes recruits. It is I, Sieglinde Sullivan. The Green Witch. Most of you know me, but there are newcomers among us, and so I must extend introductions to you all, unfit as this format may be for the beginning of such a bond as we are forced to share.

[If you're waiting for her to discover how to make a chill network post you can keep waiting.]

I come before you today with a request. I know there are those besides myself skilled in the art of healing, magic, and science. I speak not of the manner of talents ALASTAIR itself bestows to ease our missions, but of knowledge brought from outside of this place. There are two projects I have undertaken which could potentially benefit from the input of others, and so I seek volunteers who would be willing to lend their aid to the cause.

The cases are as follows.

One involves a person whose heart was physically removed from their body via magic, and said organ was used then in order to control them. I wish to see a heart and all capabilities therein returned to them, but as you can imagine, the process carries a great risk, seeing as the magic that removed the heart initially serves also to keep their body living artificially without such a vital element.

The other involves a more scientific matter, as it is in regards to someone whose diet is severely restricted due to some biological difference of the body, particularly the digestive system. Foods they are able to tolerate have been identified, so the next step is to discover what it is about those foods that allow them to pass through the body without causing illness, and to then implement such discoveries into a pill or procedure which could render other foods edible.

For reasons I am sure you understand, I will not give the names nor any hints towards the identities of these patients, as such information is strictly need-to-know... and only those whom I judge capable to work on these projects will be considered so.

[deep breath]

But, if you believe your training or talents may be of some use in any of those situations... your cooperation would be most appreciated. I will field questions here, should you have them.

Good day.

boneafide

[The video starts up, and look! IIt's Papyrus, back to normal and definitely not a traumatized king!

To those who have never seen him before, well… He's a skeleton!! A very loud one. He's shouting while gesturing grandly to himself when he starts:]

HELLO, EVERYONE! IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!

Now, you may think to yourself, "WHAT HAVE I DONE TODAY TO BE BLESSED WITH A VIDEO OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS??" The answer is simple!! Be here and have magic jewelry!!

"BUT WAIT!!" You wonder!! "WHY HAS HE DECIDED TO GRACE ME WITH HIS PRESENCE!!" Another simple answer!! I've decided I'm going to teach those here who don't know what certain things are what they are!!

[Starting with the kitchen, Papyrus points at the large refrigerator.]

This is a refrigerator! Also known as a "fridge!" You put food inside of it, and it keeps it cold so you can eat it later!

[To demonstrate the point, he opens the fridge, and inside are six containers all with the word SPAGHET written on them, in Papyrus' hand writing.]

-And before you ask why you would want cold food… you don't! Unless it's meant to be cold. But then you just take it out, put it in the oven or boil it, and it's good to eat again! Usually I use a microwave, but sometimes nothing beats a good ol' bucket of oven-heated pasta!!

Next we have… cameras!!

[And with that, Papyrus holds up a cute looking instant polaroid camera.]

With this, you can take a picture of something, and it prints it out on paper you can keep! I'd demonstrate, but this is Olivia's, not mine. People use it to take pictures of their friends or themselves, so you can always relive the memories of the past!! Unless you want to forget them, in which case, do NOT get a camera, and instead get alcohol!!

Moving on to this!!

[It's deodorant.]

EVERYONE WHO ISN'T USING THIS, NEEDS TO USE THIS.

[One brief moment of staring hard at the communicator later, he continues.]

Now, there's many, many, many, many, many…. many things I still need to go over, so listen up!!

[He turns his communication jewelry to face down at the pile of "modern" objects he's collected in front of him. Said pile includes things like:

a cellphone, a selfie-stick, a scrap of paper with the word "ANIME" on it, an umbrella, hair curlers and straighteners, an mp3 player, a box of spaghetti, and various drawings of things like cars, televisions, airplanes, to name a few.

Perhaps your character even sees something there not listed… ]

Anything you see here, you can ask about, and I will explain it to you!! I will be your educational guide to the future and wonder of modern technology!!

grunehexe

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

stonebird

I have set myself to the task of keeping track of new arrivals. I do so not out of the goodness of my heart, but rather I wish to be alerted promptly should others from Westeros swell our numbers.

(Not everyone will go to the network immediately - some are too wary, too calculating - thus she needs help in her task.)

Should there be any mention of Westeros, Essos, Sothoryos or Ulthos, I would consider it the utmost kindness if you informed me. I wish to see my fellows in good stead, you see.

(She is not paranoid. Then again, even if she was, who could blame her? Alayne re-reads her words, considering how best to end her request.)

I thank you in advance and if you require payment for your generosity, we can establish such.

(Limitations will be set - as fitting a lady - should payment/repayment be required. She will not leave herself vulnerable for a slip of information regarding her home or those who share it.)

backthatup

This is odd. To say the least.

The intentions sound much like those of a group I have come to know and care for, but I cannot help but wonder if that is as far as it goes. They would never force anyone to partake in missions that they did not want to themselves. Regardless of the reasons. That is not their way. But I am being rude and speaking of what I am seeing first rather than through understanding. They do not sound like they are "bad people," and it is not as though I am not speaking to the choir, yes?

Still, I write these words down with the hope my feelings will change in time. I hope to look back at these words and find them to be false. That way if others come with these same feelings that I will have an answer for them that will speak to the doubt and uncertainty that I feel now and will most like be mirrored in them. I write, too, my name.

I am Genji. Pleasure to meet you.

webdesigned

( first things first... this place is freaking cold. Peter isn't as bothered by the elements as he could be, super senses and all that... but he's worried about his squidge, who did only just thaw. Beaker's little face can just barely be seen over the edge of his t-shirt, under his sweatshirt and jacket and every other layer he's got on. he's not asleep, though, he's quiet and curious. not sure what he feels about the world yet. it's cool, it's hard to have a real lock on your understanding of the world when you're a few hours old.

and you'd think having one tiny alien creature to worry about would be enough for anyone. more than enough, in some cases... but apparently, not for Peter Parker. he's worried about the little crowd of unattached squidges that wander off on their own, and tries to stay as close to him as he can, and well, that's not the only thing he's worried about.

he waves to the camera, offering a slight smile. )

Hey. Peter Parker. Still. You guys remember me. ( he is still pretty new as far as the team is concerned, but he's been long enough to know quite a few faces. ) I figure we should talk about the little ... flock? Crowd? Pile? ( who knows the proper terminology for a group of squidges? anybody? Bueller? ) ...the poor little buddies that don't have anybody to look after them. I know they haven't imprinted but that doesn't mean we should just ignore them. I'm willing to keep an eye on them but I'm just one guy, anyone else that wants to help out...

( a pause, and an awkward scratch behind his ear. his glasses are fogging up from the heat of his breath, and he pushes them back up his nose. Beaker stares up at him from the safe alcove of his shirt, watching quietly. )

And... I mean, if you think this is too much, or you don't want to look after yours... let me know. I get it, it's not for everyone. But we can't just leave them, you know? I'll keep an eye out if anyone needs a... squidgesitter. ( HOW MANY SQUIDGES CAN ONE KID WATCH? idk but spidey senses will probably help... right??? ) Anyone who wants to help out, though... yeah. Please. Seriously.

flashbanging

[ The video shows a table in some corner of Oska's kitchen. There's a man at this table, long legs propped up on top of it, reclining against his chair. He's wearing boots with spurs, leather chaps, and a red serape that hangs off of his left shoulder. Body armor covers his chest; the panels inlaid on either side glow faintly blue. He's holding a revolver of significant size with one gloved hand, and with the other, he's carefully polishing oil off of that revolver's barrel. That other hand is bionic, and also covered in faintly glowing panels. The prosthetic runs up the visible length of his arm and disappears into the shroud of the serape.

He grins into the feed from beneath the wide brim of his hat. In his late thirties and handsomely rugged, he's swarthy, with thick, brown hair and dark eyes. His voice is a deep, southern drawl--affable, but with a suggestion of something sharper just beneath. A cigarillo, lit and gently smoking, dangles from the corner of his mouth. ]

Well, now. I'm findin' this place right peaceful. I got to say it's nice to walk around without worryin' over a bounty on my head, so I ain't too sore at these ALASTAIR fellas for pluckin' me out my own place like a ripe peach.

[ He jerks one metal thumb at the table. A few gleaming revolver shells are scattered across the wooden surface, nicely framing a half-finished tumbler of bourbon. ]

Bourbon ain't too bad, neither.

[ He sits up and leans forward, setting the gun down next to the glass; as he does so, there's a glimpse of his belt--strung with more revolver bullets and cinched with a gold buckle. The letters 'B A M F' are clearly engraved on this buckle. ]

'Sides, it's a job like any other. I done escorts before. Granted, they usually been human. Sometimes omnic. Never whatever the hell these things are tryin' to be. But if it's got to get done, it's gonna get done, right? Right.

[ He puffs on the cigarillo, exhaling a long plume of white smoke. ]

Oh, yeah. I had a look see at this here device, flicked through the archive a bit. Noticed some talk about learnin' this or that. I ain't handy with a sword, but if you need a man to show you how to shoot, I'm your huckleberry. I know my way around a fist-fight, too, if it comes to that. Ask and ye shall receive.

[ His smile widens, warms. This is still a hell of an unfamiliar situation, but he's damned and determined to make the best of it. ]

Name's McCree, by the way. Pleased t'meet you.

[ He tips his hat, and that's all, folks. ]

sereneflame

[Serene has never tried making these posts before and thus she's as formal as if she's making a speech, keeping her voice well-modulated and calm. She's matter of fact, unembarrassed by the subject she's raising]

Good afternoon. I hope that someone can help me in an urgent matter, but I fear this is a long shot.

I am looking for the wombsbane herb and I was wondering: are any of you cultivating a patch in private? Back home it grows as free as a weed but I have trekked through the gardens and forest here and have not seen as much as a seedling.

If not, are there any herbs from other worlds here that will lighten my menstruation and will render my womb barren? Womanhood is a burden I like to minimise as much as possible.

I thank you in advance for your time.

OOC: replies will come tomorrow!

winces

[ 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... )

twinpeak

—Hey, guys! Guess what!

[ Here to break up all the doom and gloom on the network is Dipper, grinning broadly into the camera as he makes a small wave with his free hand. Hovering over his shoulders are none other than Papyrus and Kolitra, as well. ]

Soooo I know we've had nothing but a bunch of bad news lately, and nobody's really sure how to deal with this god business ahead of us... Well, I'm happy to say we've got something good for us! You know, for once.

[Papyrus was hovering over Dipper’s shoulder, but instead now is cramming his skull to fit into the video feed, right next to Dipper’s face. Sorry. What’s personal space.]

POMARR’S OUR FRIEND NOW!!

[ DID SOMEONE SAY DOOM AND GLOOM because hey this guy is here, too, looming. Wearing his full, ominously glowing dreadplate armor. Staring into the camera. He’s significantly less angry than before, though. If anything, he just looks solemn. Subdued. His rough voice, too, is relatively soft; deep and still and drained of the mad despair he had felt when he last spoke on the network. Instead, he seems detached; resolved, but--sorrowful, too. ]

We have convinced her to join ALASTAIR. She has furthermore provided us with instructions. We are to board the restored warship in ten days’ time, at which point we will confront Ryba--and Nalanni, in the bargain.

[ He pauses, and then goes on. ]

Pomarr was clear: once Nalanni perishes, our diminished magic will be restored. It is the only way. She cannot undo it herself.

[ Another beat. ]

I realize that not all of you like this course of action.

[ I.e., the skeleton right beside him, for instance. ]

But it is what must be done. There is no way around it. Pomarr has promised to guide us, but we must ensure that we are ready to face this trial. If you wish to speak, I will listen.

You heard it here first, folks. So how 'bout it?

[ There's a beat, then Dipper finally side-eyes the skeleton shoving himself entirely too close. He frowns slightly, then begins to pull away. ]

Jeez, man, you're too clo—

[ And that's when the feed ends. ]

[ ooc: there will be an OOC planning post for the final battles going up this weekend! ]

asscan

[The stars are out and the moon is bright overhead. Laedo's bulk is mostly hidden from view in this video broadcast, just an inhuman face with long ears, a spray of arcing horns rolling down his spine, and a countenance like a big, sullen cat. Good luck getting rest, if you've finally managed to get to sleep. His voice doesn't rumble with the same resonance as it would have in person, but it's bigger than a human's, and deeper. There's a bit of an abrasive guttural rumble like a motorcycle in idle behind the sharper of his words.]

Who among you have spoken to the goddesses in question to be put on the gallows?

[Evan, if he winds up getting flayed for outing himself here, he's taking you with him.]

historiology

Ah, hopefully I'm getting this right....I've only ever replied to others before this. But -- I think I've got it! Hey everyone. I'm Sorey. Been here a while, with some friends from home at least - Edna, Mikleo, and Dezel. Alisha too. But I'm not here to talk about them.

I was talking to Dagny -- one of the people working with ALASTAIR, when she and the Timeline were telling us what they think we should do. I don't want to have to kill anyone -- god or otherwise. But if it does come to that, we can at least prepare. Prepare the Nalawi to survive without their powers. Teach them some of the skills we know. I could teach them to hunt. To fight. Or -- they don't seem to need much if any help in that regard, but....you know. I figured if everyone has something they're good at, that we can pass on to them, it would help them a lot. If the Timeline was right. What does everyone else think? I think it's worth a try.

FUTUROLOGY NETWORK.

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