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How long has it been, since we found ourselves here? I lost track, because it doesn't seem to matter. As usual, nothing has changed or gotten better. I'm bored with it; it's time to take action.

Filtered to Loz and Yazoo. )

Filtered to Dante )
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[Again, he's on top of the Gizmo shop laying on his stomach and looking down at the ground far below on the edge. There's no smile on his face, the red in his eyes is gone, he just looks miserable. Human, but miserable.]

Kadaj, I was thinkin'. We need to stop roaming about and find a place to stay. I never had a home of my own but really, what the hell are we going to do the day it rains? Sure, you probably don't feel it with your leather gimp suits, but I do.

Why the hell are you even wearing that anyway. Loz, we can see everything and... it's uncalled for.

[He turned his head for a change of angle.] Tell me what you think? I mean, a house wouldn't be that bad. You two are lucky I've got some munny saved to support your asses, you'll just have to do the cleaning. I'm allergic to cleaning. What is cleaning.

[And he chuckled to himself. Apparently he thinks he's really funny.]

And Lady, if you're watchin', hit me up. I wanna talk to you.
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[personal profile] sonofaghost
[Cupid had gotten another victim and this one was having some problems. He was in the market in Agrabah looking around at all the vendors trying to find the perfect gift. He didn't have the slightest idea what to get, it was frustrating.]

Enough all ready, I need some help! I want to get someone something special but I can't choose what! I think she likes green. She wears a lot of green. But I don't know what to-

[And he stops as a vendor shows him a necklace. He takes it and inspects it but he doesn't seem to feel it.]

What's a good gift for a girl, anyway? Flowers? Jewelery? Food? What if she doesn't like it?

[And he gets an idea.]

Maybe I should just buy one of each and let her pick.
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'EY! ZOISITE!

[Did that get his attention? Loz peers into the feed with furrowed brows and an almost-pout. He's looked all over the place, but he can't find him! But he has to! He can feel it in his chest-- he has to see this guy!]

You! Humans! [He pokes the feed.] Where's Zoisite?

I bet you're hiding him from me now, huh?! It never ends with you punks! Tell me where he is! Tell me now!

[A grown (?) man acting like a spoiled brat in front of everybody-- pretty soon he'll start throwing a tantrum if he doesn't get what he wants.]
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[The camera is nothing but static for a good ten seconds. It seems like something hit it, or tried to break it. The camera clicks back on with a rather angry looking man crouch down next to it. He only as one arm, and seems to be almost in a period kind of clothing, almost like they would belong in Agrabah or something similar. Even the blade he now held in his hand seems old fashion, it is pointed at the screen.]

VILE THING! GIVE BACK MY BROTHERS!

[That's right people, he is talking to the comm-link. You can see there is a rather frighten looking moogle behind him on the ground, but one can see that the man is more frighten and confused then the furry creature could ever be. ]


ALTAIR? ALTAIR ARE YOU THERE?

S-sir he's not in here. The darkness-

QUIET DEMON!

[He stares hard at the commlink, a fire in his eyes now]

He has to be here. He has to be alive.


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[The feed was recording an angle facing a very long drop down to a nicely decorated courtyard between various tall buildings. By the look of the shops and inns visible in the camera's vision, it was obviously Traverse Town and this was being taken from the top of the gizmo shop. What the person was recording was hard to tell, they were amateur with their movements and the courtyard seemed very empty until Kadaj's excited giggling fit commenced from behind the camera as Dante's low rumbled chuckle echoed beside it.]

Look at that. Just in time.

[A massive horde of heartless were now trampling about the courtyard. The camera was fixated on the largest bodies, those big round heartless that had no shame and had rounded about in high numbers. Dante whistled.]

You know, it's not so much the fact they're appearing in high numbers that scares people, it's the fact that they're so out of proportion. See? That one there, that guy is like an amoeba. An amoeba with antenna's and really shiny little balls for eyes. You don't where the hell it's going to move next or if it's going to change into something else, the things don't even have a shadow.

My favorites are those big daddy's, there. They're so huge. [And another chuckle.] I wonder what they're filled with. Do Heartless even eat? The belly had to come from somethin'.

[And he saw one charge at the blind and bounce against a wall.] Oh. [ The gears were turning.]

Hey, Kadaj. Call your brother. You think if someone fell on one of 'em they'd bounce back up?

[End feed.]

To Musa // 75% Unhackable )

To Obi-Wan // 75% Unhackable )

To Vergil // 75% Unhackable )
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[personal profile] musicite
[Zoisite is not at the piano. It feels strangely silent, to him. He is hearing a lack of sound he's never quite faced before.

He's been fighting Heartless, to judge from the wounds along his arm and the curved dagger he has with him. But with a gesture, the wounds close, and vanish; healed and gone. He must have made the video post intentionally after all, because he finally glances to the screen.]


I will do the same for others, if they wish.

(ooc: Zoisite got healing powers for the event. I'm willing to be super flexible with timing of asking for his help, too)
sonofaghost: (09 ☆ come at me bro)
[personal profile] sonofaghost
[Ichigo was hopping from roof to roof taking out as many heartless as he could. When you run around with orange hair like he does, it's a little hard to be missed. He's finished lashing away at a good amount of them and he turns to grab at his communicator.]

Is everyone all right? If you can hear me, listen up. I got somethin' to say!

[And a few more heartless appear on the roof he slashes at them again before turning behins him.]

Nel, cover me. Everyone else, if you're watchin', listen up. We got trouble and a little bit of organization won't kill anyone so if everyone could just claim your location and what you can do, maybe we can do something about this. Make teams. I don't know, I'm just the messenger here but I agree.

I'm in Agrabah, they keep comin' but we're still standing. If you're in town and you need help, don't hesitate to let us know.

[And something blows up not too far away, he turns around and grins.]

I think you're having a little too much fun there, Nel. [He turns back towards the communicator.]

Another thing: Luke! Where the hell are you, we're commin' to get you.
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[An agitated looking Kadaj stares into the screen, spinning the camera so that the picture distorts before it rests on the sky and then lowers to focus on the horde of Heartless.]

Don't any of you understand now? I was right this entire time. Anything that gave you a chance of survival, that made you stand out before is gone. [Or so he figures, seeing as his own powers are gone. Not that he would say that he suddenly didn't know how to use his sword, because it simply had come naturally to him before. But he doesn't fight, leaning against the wall, his eyes flickering about as if he's torn between running from his temporarily safe point and into the chaos, and going berserk and remaining frozen and lost as to what he should do now. For the briefest moment, his eyes widen and he looks as if he wants to scream. Then his expression switches again, guarded and apathetic.]

If you're going to die, you might as well turn on eachother too.

[He shrugs. It's what he plans to do, because he really has no idea what else to do now.]
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[personal profile] blond_smartass
[The feed shows Jounouchi sitting in the middle of the kitchen, stack of notebooks around him, a steaming mug and deep frown on the blond's face]

This is not the way I imagined spending my birthday. [A sigh] Stupid school work. I can't even get out to grab some celebratory food or drinks... [A frown] Not that I have any money for it however.

[He groans and whines, dragging a text book in front of him and picking up a pencil.]
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[personal profile] quiet_devotion
[The backdrop is a rather shady one given the time of day, but viewers might be able to make out a variety of foliage wafting back in forth as the plants are tousled by a gentle breeze. It isn't that late in the evening but the surrounding trees do wonders in blocking out the suns rays. Kaname, per usual, is looking immaculate in his old cross academy uniform. It's also fairly obvious that this isn't an accidental transmission.]

It's come to my attention that despite how many months have managed to slip by I have yet to see or hear much of anything about the local monarchy...

What is the best method of seeking an audience with our elusive hosts?

[Anything he could learn about this place, it's residents, or the situation they'd all found themselves in the better. This series of worlds had been more conducive to his goals so he wasn't necessarily looking for methods to return or restore his own world...]

Any suggestions would be appreciated.

[Private to Hades] )

[Private to Yuuki] )

[Private to Rima] )
[identity profile] sycophantishly.livejournal.com
[ Have a Kuja on your screen. He seems rather comfortbale sitting in a chair at a table in some sort of fancy establishment. Whether or not it's his is unknown. Ah yes, that usual chuckle is heard first before he turns to the screen with one finger to his lips. ]

Have you missed me, dear refugees? It has been some time since we've last spoke.

[ With that, he turns away and begins to idly pace the room while the device records it all. ]

So much has happened that many of us are barely able to keep track. So many new arrivals while others fade into the unknown darkness. And yet all this time we have yet to find answers. I do wonder if there will ever be progress, or have you finally accepted that perhaps this is where we really belong.

I do wonder if the creatures that linger in the dark ... still roam freely through their jovial playground of worlds and universes. Tell me, refugees, what do you enjoy most about this place?
[identity profile] thornywings.livejournal.com
[The video feed sparks to life when a hand reaches for the screen and accidentally pushes the butt of the hand against the ON button. A half-attempted groan can be heard over the static of the device being slightly dragged on cement.]

What is this?

[A shadow appears, looming over the device, stretching far. Judging by the distance, it fits with the noon time theme. There's a sharp intake of breath behind the device in the obscured background, before a high-pitched shriek, followed by cursing.]

What the hell happened to my body?!

[There's stomping and hysterical sounds, before the figure notices the device, and picks it up. The device is turned, and finally, a face can be seen. Young, stern, and outraged.]

Who did this?!
[identity profile] gotchakun.livejournal.com
[The video flicks on and a young boy is standing somewhere in the center of Traverse town's first district. A little moogle is standing beside him looking irritated as Juudai fiddles with the communicator in his hand.]

You got it on, see that wasn't so hard, kupo!

Oh yeah...thanks Kupo-guy!

I'm a moogle! And don't grab anymore of our antenna, kupo! That's really the best way to get on our bad side.

Sorry...I couldn't resist, you guys are so cute.

[The moogle huffs and walks away, still fuming a little at Juudai. Juudai turns to the communicator again and forces a smile.]

...So was what Kupo-guy said to me true? Is my home...really destroyed? I find it hard to believe, I don't see how I could have lost my whole home world and wound up here without much memory of what happened.

Is this a prank...? Because I'm not laughing.
[identity profile] toseehimsmile.livejournal.com
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[Lizzie had been looking for her body now for the past two days and so far no luck. Eventually she had no choice but to cute this body up a bit. So say goodbye to the old Loz wardrobe and see the new, frilly clothes she got. With the device now on and her feeling a tiny bit better, she paused. Nither Ciel nor Chloe would recognise her anyway, but it doesn't mean she can't use this to look for her.]

I'm little for my body. I appear to be stuck in this rather uncute body somehow and I don't want to.

[She goes into the pocket and pulls out a drawing she did of what she would look like.]

I would be forever grateful to whoever finds the person who is in my body. I just hope they haven't done anything terrible to it.
[identity profile] abracadabrapon.livejournal.com
[Oh dear. Not this guy again. But of course, he had to say something, didn't he. After all, he enjoyed knocking people around. And what is that on his face--oh dear is that blood--the comm is shaking a bit--is that a Moogle that's impaled on his--

Too late, the comm goes back to his face only.]


I find it interesting, that after all this time, there are still so many of you clinging to hope. Including the little rodent that kept pestering me just now. I find it funny, even!

[A nice little smile.]

Just an excuse. A facade to cover up what you all already know. It's really only a matter of time before you're all gone. But how you all die is none of my concern.

[He almost looks...pleasant. Like an insane person.]

Brother, I think its time we started doing something fun. In fact, I'm in such a good mood, I think I'll let you choose where we'll go first!

Private to the sailor soldiers and the IPCD//As unhackable as, er, he can make it )
[identity profile] dualhounds.livejournal.com
[Hey, look at that! There's a lovely drawing scrawled on a wall somewhere! With... a combination of crayon and marker, it looks like. What is it, exactly? Well, uh. It looks like a planet being crushed by a giant flaming meteor with three silver-haired, black-clothed stick figures standing on said meteor. (Two of which look suspiciously like Loz and Kadaj.) But those stick figures are smiling! That's something, right? The meteor is smiling, too.

Then the camera turns around back to Loz, who's grinning proudly.]


I drew this today! Mother would be proud. Do you think She'll see it?

[He turns and pats the wall, still grinning. He's like a kid. A very dangerous kid who likes to stab things.]
[identity profile] a-la-turk.livejournal.com
[ What static is available at the time of the feed's start quickly recedes as a gloved hand tips the communicator just so, prompting the image to come into focus with nothing short of crystal clarity. Its owner is stationed at the forefront of said image, dark eyes catching the candlelight behind the device as she looks the camera, or rather beyond it and into her audience's eyes. If the background suggests she is seated at one of the many tables in front of the Item Shop in the First District of Traverse Town, that's because she is. Sshe's not nearly as relaxed as her uniform might suggest what with her jacket open and the complete and utter absence of a tie on her person, but she masks it well enough... until she opens her mouth. It may be difficult to hear, but there's an undertone of urgency about her otherwise level voice that offsets her composure as she charges clean past any pleasantries into far more pressing matters. ]

This is Valeria of the Turks requesting an immediate response from any and all Shin-Ra personnel who observe this transmission. That goes doubly for any Turks out there. [ She pauses briefly. ] Zack, Cloud: you, too, if you're here. [ And she pauses again, albeit very briefly, her brows furrowing as her expression softens slightly. ]

On second thought, I'd appreciate a response from anyone from Gaia. Affiliation doesn't matter. In this situation...

[ She needs to stick to the general plan she had laid out, that's what she needs to do in this situation. She hadn't regained her composure to lose it to sad, disconcerting thoughts and frankly, she can't afford to. Lifting a gloved hand, she tucks a few stray strands of black behind her ear and presses on, gaze sharpening with quiet, defiant determination. ]

I'm also looking for information. The moogle's explanation left me with more questions than answers and that... it won't do. I'd appreciate any help anyone is willing to offer toward answering them. I don't have much to offer besides my gratitude, but if compensation is an issue, it's an issue I'd be willing to discuss if the information checks out and is good. [ She offers her audience a smile, something small, but not without wholly without warmth as she inclines her head slightly forward in a nod. ] Thank you for watching.

[ And with that, she taps a button on the communicator and ends the feed, her smile falling and fast as she allows her back to meet that of the chair with a soft thud. She's aware she could go ahead and make her way to the hotel the moogle mentioned, but she'd just as soon wait where she's seated for any response. There is some traffic in the First District, after all, and the presence of others is a small comfort she's unwilling to give up for a walk with uncertainty down a lonely street. That it's an ideal location for any meetings has also occurred to her, so she bides her time, eyes wandering and gloved fingers drumming idly atop the table. ]

You guys had better be safe. [ She murmurs, turning her eyes up to the star-filled night sky in the distance. It seems less beautiful than she remembers in the aftermath of her world's destruction. ]
[identity profile] incompletemania.livejournal.com
[Kadaj is in Traverse Town, and for the the first time since it's happened he finally shows himself. He looks like someone's odd idea of a ragdoll and he doesn't look too happy about it.]

Dead people are supposed to go away. Not mingle around. Just how am I supposed to kill them when I get bored?!

[A pause. He goes quiet for a long while, looking at nothing, before he finally smiles and speaks again.]

What are your hobbies?
[identity profile] aangin-loose.livejournal.com
[There's a happy looking face with a big tattoo on the forehead peering close into the camera.]

Hello! Um, I'm Aang! Has anyone seen a big sky bison or a flying lemur? I sorta lost them when I came here.

What Nation am I in? The nice moogle-guy said that I'm in Traverse Town, but... is that Fire Nation or Earth Kingdom? Normally, I can tell which one I'm in.

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