❀ 001 // Video // Action in Traverse Town

[singstobirds.livejournal.com]

[The video feed opens on a young woman who looks rather frazzled, her ginger-red hair unkempt even as she tries desperately to smooth it back with one hand. Really, Giselle was getting rather tired of being tossed about between worlds, although she was glad to see that this one had a welcoming committee – though the circumstances of her being here were simply awful. Not to mention the power responsible had terrible timing.]

Hello? Is anyone out there? The moogles were very kind and helpful, and showed me how to use this device, though I’m not sure if I’m doing it right…

[She’s not, at least, not entirely. The video feed is askew and her image is close to being completely upside-down.]

I was told I might find my friends here. Does anyone know Robert or Morgan, or perhaps Edward or Pip?

[She sighs heavily, and a frown pulls at her lips.]

I hope everyone is safe. This isn’t the first time I’ve been taken from my home, but back then it was just me… the moogles told me that the place I came from was taken by darkness. That means that whoever doesn’t turn up here is…

[Her expression shifts as the gravity of the situation begins to sink in, and she lightly touches her fingers to her lips.]

Does it mean that everyone left behind must be dead?

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[toseehimsmile.livejournal.com]

I can't seem to find the person who was originally going to be throwing a lovely sounding party known as a Garden Festival. It's been a month the last I checked, so I've decided that I'm going to take over and throw it myself.

I would be really thankful to those who wish to help out. This will be much bigger than the last party I threw so the help will be appreciated and I'll make sure to pay you for your generosity in helping out. So if you wish to help out, please let me know.

Finally Ciel and Chloe, I hope you don't mind if your shop sponsors the event. I just thought since it's a flower shop it would make sense.  

first flame ☀ video

[restorehonour]

So that's it. My entire world... gone. My country, my people, everyone...

[A teenager in red and gold clothing slumps dejectedly onto the steps in Traverse Town's first district. A moogle carrying the communicator is hovering beside him.]

I'm sorry, kupo. For now, you'll have to make a new life here!

[Zuko looks up, showing his mismatched eyes; one side of his face is covered with a burn scar. His anger flares as his gaze fixes a little above the camera onto the moogle.] I didn't want a new life! How many times do I have to lose everything?!

[He moves to stand abruptly. Bad decision; the still-fresh wound in his midriff jolts and he has to sit back down, gritting his teeth in pain. The moogle flutters beside him, worried.]

Are you okay, kupo?!

...Yeah. [Zuko runs a hand through his hair, obviously agitated.] Sorry. Getting mad at you won't fix anything. [He accepts the proferred phone from the moogle and looks at it with a blank expression.] What are you giving me?

It's a communicator! Maybe you can contact your friends with it!

How--? [He's curious, even in spite of his situation. He presses a button experimentally-- and the feed ends.]

❂ Entry the First

[notgoldennow.livejournal.com]

[When the feed clicks on, the device is being held by a tall woman, her dark hair pulled back from her face and dress obviously that of a warrior. Her face is stony as she speaks into the video screen, either already used to such a device or - more likely - simply not caring how it works as long as it produces the result the small furred creature said it would.]

My name is Sif. I am a resident of Asgard, one of its defenders against the forces of the cold and dark. I seek news of my companions, known as the Warriors Three - Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun. They should be unmistakeable if they are here.

[She pauses briefly, and then continues.]

I am also searching for Thor, son of Odin. If you have news of any of these people, then it would be of great service to myself and our realms if you would relate it to me over this device. I shall begin searching on my own, but I will not refuse help sincerely offered. Thank you.

[And with a short nod of her head that manages to look more like a bow, she turns the device off.]

First Crime [Voice]

[doesntpoop.livejournal.com]

[The audio feed clicks on and if you are looking at your communicator, you can hear a young woman’s voice. Having lost her home, her family and her friends, she is clearly very devastated by the fact that she may never see them again....or is she? Dahlia is an extremely good actress but those who are perceptive enough might notice that there is something a little odd about the way she is speaking...]

So my home is now......gone? Taken away.....by these monsters? A-am I never to see it again?! My mother, my father, they’re....! [And yes, she breaks down into fits of weeping. Who would like to help a nasty, heartless serial killer poor, innocent girl find her way around?]