003 [Video]

Nov. 5th, 2011 09:34 am
[identity profile] mountain-sage.livejournal.com
[Just out of curiosity, Saleh decides to explore the 3rd district of Traverse Town, to see what these Heartless were like. He'd learned all he can from other people; now he was curious to see them in person.]

[It didn't take long, though. A few Heartless appear and try to attack. Saleh brings out his Elfire tome and casts a few fireballs, exploding on the ground near the Heartless, distracting them briefly. Deciding not to chance it any further, Saleh flees back into the safer districts of Traverse Town.]

[He then pulls out his device and starts a video feed.]


So those are what the Heartless are like. They are quite bothersome creatures, to say the least...
[identity profile] namaste-jagat.livejournal.com
[Before the camera stands the familiar Indian. It's peculiar because he's not as jovial as usual, but is in fact looking somber and trying to hold himself together. He addresses the other residents very politely]

I regret to inform all of you... that my master..

[He halts, screws his eyes closed and tilts his head to the ground. He manages to collect himself and looks back at the device. Its difficult but it's important. Everyone should know about this... in case they were friends or acquaintances..]

.. Prince Soma Asman Cadart.

[Pauses as his voice cracks]

Is no longer among us.

[That's when he can't hold back any longer. Right there, on camera.. Agni starts sobbing like there's no tomorrow. The most important person to him... the person he was supposed to protect... has completely disappeared. He feels like he's failed Soma and fears for his safety]

[ooc: Agni is in Radiant Garden. Action/Video/Etc are all fine and dandy :3]
[identity profile] toseehimsmile.livejournal.com
[Lizzie didn't really understand what had been going on at Disney Castle lately, but she knew that it wasn't right. So, now she sat on a Gummi Ship, heading to a place she didn't even know, as she switched on the feed, making sure to keep it away from two certain people.]

Ah, hello everyone. I apologise for this, but I have to push back the festival to the fifteenth of November due to situations.

[She looks down slightly, it was easy to tell she wasn't herself. She wasn't her usual happy self, far from it, but right now she knew what she had to do.]

I apologise once again about this. [She looks to the side for the moment just as she hears the final boarding call.] I'll promise that I'll get right to it when I return, okay?

[She tries to smile before she switches the feed off.]
quigonjinn: (Tomorrow will be ok)
[personal profile] quigonjinn
[Whatever reason the Qui-Gon opened the video feed for was interrupted before he could say a word by the sudden unexpected sight of two things headed his way. Those two things being his apprentice and a rather lengthy and strange stripped furry creature. The answer of just why Obi-Wan was chasing the creature became apparent as it drew closer to him, the silver casing of Obi-Wan's lightsaber catching the light briefly from where it stuck out of the critter's mouth.

Placing himself within the creature's path, it skidded to a halt seconds before it would have crashed into him and he rescued the purloined weapon from the weasel-like critter's mouth. His expression somewhat amused as he looked from it toward Obi-Wan.]


You seemed to have lost something, Padawan...
tippedthescales: (☂ on the brink)
[personal profile] tippedthescales
[As of the last few days, Padmé's been holed up in her room. She's told her housemates that she's been working, which is certainly partly true, but more importantly she's been hiding. Now, though, she's making an attempt to venture outside, unaware that there's one of those pesky spirits filming her, probably because she has a cloak on.

After making sure the coast is clear, she dashes toward the kitchen to grab some food. But since she's covered up her costume, the ghosts are out in true form. As soon as she gets to the kitchen, they throw some of the plates from the cupboards. The sound alerts her Growlithe, who starts barking, and that only makes the ghosts make more of a ruckus.]


Stop it! Stop. Please, just stop.

[On its own it's a rather empty threat, but she finally takes off her cloak to end the madness. And as the communicator falls to the ground, it's probably pretty obvious as to why she was trying to cover up in the first place. Her costume... well... she'd rather pretend it doesn't exist. She disappears off screen to grab what she'd come for, and when she comes back she notices the device and quickly switches it off before it can catch too much more of her outfit.]
[identity profile] abreakingwave.livejournal.com
[The feed opens to Obi-Wan standing outside a dressing room it looks like, wearing this. He's rubbing the side of his neck, looking a little puzzled.]

Would anyone like to explain to me the fashion trends on these worlds? I tried my best to mimic what I've seen, but...

[He looks down at his apparel, then back up with a shrug.]

Evidently I missed the mark. [But he flashes a cheerful grin into the feed regardless.] Not sure what all the fuss is about. I rather like it. --This, however, is not for me. [If he had his choice, he'd still be wearing his tunic.] I recently got a job at the Cat's Eye café and I would like to look presentable.

So, then. Any help, I would appreciate.
tippedthescales: (☁ let him go)
[personal profile] tippedthescales
[Earlier she had sent Anakin a text that she was leaving with Obi-Wan for a while. She doubted it would be well-received at the time, but she needed to get away for a while. Now that she'd worked through some of the confusion, she sent another explaining her desire to see him. She didn't know if he would jump at the chance to see her now, but she did hope to see him.

There was so much they needed to talk about now that Luke was here.

So she sat, waiting eagerly at Sunset Hill for him to come. Eirta was happy to have free space to run around in, and the puppy Pokémon ran, rolled, and wriggled all over the ground. She smiled vaguely at the creature when he looked over to her, nodding to let him know that he could run further if he so desired. No matter how he answered her, she reminded herself that everything would be all right.

She was strong enough to overcome anything. She had to be. Their galaxy was depending on her.]
[identity profile] fatherb4me.livejournal.com
[After the moogle has shown Luke around, he's taken a few minutes before turning the communicator on. The Darkness had done something to the timelines of other worlds, apparently. It was a great temptation for Luke to just call out for his father and see when he had come from. Maybe it was early enough, maybe he could save him. Really save him. But what would the far-reaching consequences of that action be? Would it only make things worse somehow?]

My name is Luke. I am a Jedi Knight with the Alliance. If anyone else survived the destruction of the forest moon, please check in with me.

[He pauses.

Father... Obi-wan...

Do either of them hear? Do either of them even
know him?]

And if anyone can tell me anything more about the Darkness and this place, I would appreciate it.

001 | Video

Oct. 8th, 2011 07:27 pm
[identity profile] sand-sucks.livejournal.com
[He still doesn't buy the idea that their worlds are gone. Someone would have sensed something. He would have sensed something.

But there are other more important things to worry about now. Like finding two people, one he's been assigned to protecting.

And what about his Mother? What happened to her? Was this what his dreams meant?

When he looks into the video, he's tense, on edge. His voice comes out terse and demanding and if anyone looks past his shoulder, they'll notice a Moogle making a quick escape from the young man.]


I'm looking for a woman named Padmé and a man named Obi-Wan. Where can I find them?

[A pause.] Can either of you see this?

[Another long pause. He runs through all the options in his head. But he's never been one for waiting around, and being cautious at this time would just be impractical. Every moment spent away from Padmé just puts her in more potential danger. And...he doesn't want to think about it.

Thinking just makes him angry.

The way he sees it, going out and searching is the best possible thing to do.]


I'll pilot one of those...gummi ships until I find you.

[He feels a little stupid talking when there's no answer, but he figures it would be better to let them know for when they see this. Glancing to the side, he shuts it off.]
[identity profile] 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.]
[identity profile] 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?
[identity profile] false-oracle.livejournal.com
[Magus has a reason for coming onto the network today, really. He's somewhere around Disney Castle, based on the surroundings, and he's about to speak when something catches his attention. His hand falls enough for the camera to show what has his attention.

Running as fast as its little legs can carry is a purple cat. It might not have even noticed Magus yet; it's too busy fleeing from the heartless that are almost literally on his tail.

He drops the communicator, which lands at the best angle ever to see all of this. He takes a few strides towards them. The cat notices and mews pathetically, bee-lining for him now. Magus touches a hand to his forehead and unleashes his Dark Matter. The spells seems to bend around the cat, hurting only the Heartless, who do the smart thing and flee.

The cat runs over to him, stands and puts a paw on Magus' leg and mews happily up at him. He goes down to one knee and pets the cat.]


Hello, Alfador.

[The cat mews happily, purring loudly enough for the communicator to just pick up on it.]
[identity profile] hithimwithmycar.livejournal.com
[Hello Traverse Town and the rest of the worlds, you have a very distraught Jane Foster on the line and she's arguing with the moogles.]

Please, explain it all later, I need to find a friend! H-he was hurt! [She sniffles lightly, running her hand through her hair.] Last time I saw him, he was on the ground! You don't understand, I need to find him!

His name is Thor, please tell me you've seen him? Or-Or my other friends, Erik Selvig and Darcy Lewis? They aren't hurt but I didn't see them after the... the Darkness, you said? The Darkness came and-

I just need to make sure everyone's alright! [She is curious, don't get her wrong. She has no idea where she is or what's going on but she'd be a lot more calm and collected if she knew Thor was okay and not lying on the ground bleeding!] Please...!
[identity profile] formerasgardian.livejournal.com
[The comm cuts on - and shows a moogle. Who looks very, very panicked indeed.]

Help, someone help me, kupo! This new arrival just attacked my partner, and now he's--

[Cue a shadow. A rather large shadow. And the Moogle dropping the phone with a squeak. It clatters to the ground, still running, showing everything happening above it. That large shadow? Belongs to a very well-cut man with blond hair and beard, and with the clearest baby blue eyes anyone could possibly imagine. He bends down, his glowering expression boring into the moogle, making it shake with fear--

And then the man very delicately puts the moogle's injured partner on the ground, suddenly looking quite apologetic. Said injured moogle looks like he was just smashed into a wall; he's literally flat like a pancake at the moment.]


I...apologize, small creature. I thought you were the black demons attacking me once more.

AH!! I-I mean...k-kupo, no! We're not Heartless, we're Moogles!

Moo...gles...

[Durr what those. The man narrows his eyes in concentration, trying to process this information.]

Are you moogles native to the realm of New Mexico, then?

New Mexico? No, this is Traverse Town, kupo! Your world is...uh...

My world?

[It's really hard to break this kind of news to someone who looks this intimidating. And so the frightened moogle backs away from the very scary-looking man, who stands up. He looks around for a moment, before shouting in a clear, loud voice.]

Good people! If there be any around to hear me, I humbly apologize, but it is of great import!

I need transportation back to New Mexico, if this not be that realm. I must try and warn the people of this sudden scourge which attacked me and my friend unjustly. A horse will suffice, anything of that size will also do. I will...take an ow-toe mobile if need be. But I must leave.

[A pause.]

Also...if you know of a man named Erik Selvig...Dr. Erik Selvig, he was with me. He's...somewhat inebriated. I humbly ask you not attack him in such a state if he challenges you! He isn't-

[At this point the feed ends.]
tippedthescales: (☀ reassuring)
[personal profile] tippedthescales
[Everyone say hello to Padmé's diplomatic face. She's been at the Disney Castle for a couple of days, working with the king, but now she's back and taking a few days to enjoy Destiny Islands. She grew to like it during her brief stay; it was the perfect place to take a couple of days to herself.

Anakin would enjoy it as well... It reminded her a lot of the exotic landscape of the lake house around Naboo. But she brings good tidings, so she pushes the thought from her mind.]


Everyone, I'm here to bring you all some good news. I've spoken with King Mickey, and we've decided it would be best to create an organization dedicated to welcoming and assisting refugees. It's important that we see that everyone's cared for in the time spent getting your worlds back, and the smoother we can make the transition, the more free others can be in seeking answers to this phenomenon.

So, I'd like to announce the formation of the Refugee Resettlement Coalition. It will see to the needs of newcomers, and will help all refugees find homes on the various planets. If you'd like to assist with these things, please let me know. I would love to find volunteers to get this started.

[Filtered to Golbez;]

I assured you I would let you know if I learned anything of import. Well, I've learned a bit, if you have the time to spare.

[Filtered to the Jedi (Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, Starkiller) & Tidus (who has earned her trust);]

In light of these events, I'm in need of seeing all of the worlds. I understand most are dangerous; if any of you could join me, I'd be grateful.

[And back open to everyone!]

[Barking fills the sound of the feed for a moment, and when Padmé glances down she sees the little creature that's begun to follow her around ever since it saved her when she arrived back on the Islands. She smiles and bends down so she can pet it, focusing the video on the Growlithe.]


I hope it's all right to befriend the wild life on the Islands. I'm not sure what to call him, but he protected me from some Heartless earlier. If he doesn't belong to anyone, I think I'll keep him. He kind of reminds me of someone.

[The feed shows her fond smile for just a moment before she shuts it off and returns to playing a laid-back game of catch with the puppy Pokemon.]
[identity profile] abreakingwave.livejournal.com
[Oh, hello. The feed seems to be wedged back somewhere on the control panel of a gummi ship and it's shaking wildly. But look, there's Starkiller and Obi-Wan in the pilot seats and Obi-Wan is trying so hard to sound serene but--... holy mother of the Force, the ship is crashing!] --don't care if you have to think of baby rancors, please try to smile?

Baby Rancors? [Starkiller still finds it hard to believe this ship runs on smiles and happy thoughts, it just doesn't seem possible. He could keep the ship from crashing.]

[Obi-Wan glances over at him shortly.] --I don't know! [It was the first thing to come to mind!] Ler--

Don't. Start. [Leroy again? He'll never live that given name down.]

[Obi-Wan grins in spite of himself; he really has grown fond of that name.] Starkiller, we are going to crash if you don't think of something happy. And fast!

[Starkiller rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, doesn't look like he's going to smile anytime soon.] Relax, Jedi. I won't let this thing crash.

Oh, for the love of--... We're plummeting at an alarming speed towards a planet we didn't mean to land on and you're telling me to relax when you could have prevented this in the first place. ...Wonderful! [Obi-Wan is struggling with the controls, trying to get the ship to stabilize somehow.]

And I told you I wouldn't let this heap crash. [Starkiller's very sure of that. Perhaps too sure sometimes. That brought about a semblance of a smile.]

[The ship's power blips up a tiny bit from that sort-of smile, but not much. Vrooooom, they're flying into a very sunny looking world! Obi-Wan goes quiet, just hoping Starkiller knows what he's doing. He stays calm, but he's oh so very tense; his voice reflects that, as well.] Whatever you have up your sleeve, I suggest you start doing it now, please.

[Instead of a verbal answer, the clone reaches out with the Force, attempting to still the ship. This was no different than a TIE fighter. He was met with a lot of resistance, but even a ship that ran on smiles was no match for him. It comes to a sliding stop in the middle of the desert.] Ships don't need to run on smiles, Jedi. [Smirk.]

[Obi-Wan is just... staring at Starkiller. Did he really just stop them from crashing with the Force? His mind, it is utterly blown. ...Aaaand then he's suddenly grinning again.] You could bring a whole blasted ship down on my head whenever I call you Leroy and you haven't yet.

Would you like me to? [No one should have this much power at their fingertips, yet here he was not even thinking anything of it.] Any idea where we are?

...No, that's quite alright. [But the smile doesn't disappear.] Judging by the desert, I would venture to say Agrabah-- oh. [Obi-Wan notices his communication device blinking.] It must have turned on in all the chaos. [He's gonna reach over to turn it off now. Click!]

(ooc notes: Color-coding is Leroy Starkiller & Obi-Wan!)
[identity profile] blitz-acing.livejournal.com
[The PCD turns on to show a lone figure standing on the beach. He had to get away, so he went to Destiny Islands. The place always reminded him a little of Spira. He turns around and waves, picking up the PCD. He smiles so cheerfully it would be hard to know what he's really feeling unless you looked closely at his eyes.]

I've noticed something during my time here. Blitzball is seriously underrated. In order to remedy this, I'm going to teach anyone interested about it! Just so you know, playing it takes serious commitment. Years of it. But more people need to learn about it, and who better to show it to you than the Star Player himself?

[He smirks.]

I'll be at Destiny Islands for now. It has the best location for Blitzball that doesn't turn you into a mer-thing.
[identity profile] gtfomyhighwind.livejournal.com
What?! But I don’t want this damn thing on, I ain’t got no use fer it! [Cid shouted, the screen showing some old-timely buildings ]

Of course you do, Kupo! It’s meant to keep you in contact with others!

Gods—what others!? My entire goddamn world just got swallowed up by some fuckin’ shadow and I’m just supposed ta sit here like a good lil’ SOLDIER and check on a system ta see if anybody I know pops up? The only thing this cheap piece a' shit better do is call a damn doctor fer my back! Fallin’ ten feet outta nowhere, landin’ on cobblestone… WHOSE STUPID IDEA WAS THAT? If ya’ll keep expectin’ people why don’t ya lay out a mattress or somethin’ ta—

[The moogle looks a bit confused, it's head tilted as Cid shouted.] … Goodbye! Enjoy your stay, Kupo! [The voice fades off as the moogle floats away.

Cid is left making a shocked noise before;] H-hey! I wasn’t done talkin’ ta ya yet, ya overgrown toy!!
[identity profile] twilight-pastel.livejournal.com
[Have some faint tapping noises via someone fiddling with the visual and voice features. There’s the rustling sound of paper and a picture done in crayon fills the screen]

I’m really sorry to bother you all. Um...well, I need to find these guys. Have you seen any of them? [Enter picture of Riku, Sora, Donald, Goofy and Kairi.] I know it’s not the best detailed. I drew it in a hurry.

I got here kind of suddenly. I hope it doesn't sound too strange to ask, but could any of you tell me about your own experiences arriving here? I think to hear some of your stories would help me out a lot. Have any of you been to Traverse Town before?

I keep feeling like I forgot something important... Oh! That’s right. People introduce themselves when they meet for the first time. I’m Namine.

These devices are kind of cute...
tippedthescales: (☂ resolution)
[personal profile] tippedthescales
[Padmé has listened to every word the moogles have told her, and it's long after they've left that she finally turns to the oddly-shaped communicator. She's wounded, but she turned down the creatures' offers of help. Whatever pain these wounds might cause her hasn't registered to her; a very large part of her is numb.

She knows the dangers of making a public call for help; if the bounty hunter that's after her made it here as well, she's little more than a sitting target for him without Anakin. But if she doesn't do something, her fears will never be put to rest--or confirmed.

So when she turns on the communicator, she's wearing a grim expression.]


I am Padmé Amidala, a Senator representing the thirty-sixth regional state space of the Galactic Senate. The planet I was on-- [she pauses for hardly a beat, but she can't bring herself to say its name;] --met with misfortune. Though it seems this isn't uncommon, it's imperative that I'm contacted by any Jedi that might have survived.

[She won't name Anakin by name; she can't even attempt it.]

If there are any others that can hear me... Please, tell me what I can do to return that world, and any others in the galaxy. I'd do anything to help them.

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