[identity profile] duelking.livejournal.com
[For a moment, the feed just shows a grand castle with a scantily-clad woman in the throne room, laughing evilly to herself.]

At long last, I have kompleted Time Kompress--

[And then she stops all of a sudden, eyes wide and looking jarred as if she's just been smacked in the face with a frying pan. She relaxes then, and takes up a rather sloppy and very un-regal posture.]

Ultimecia! Your reign of terror is over!

[Oh, hey look. There's Squall and Rinoa and Quistis and Irvine and Selphie... but why do they look so damn mad?]

...Huh? The hell're you talkin' about, Squall? It's me! Zell--

[Oh, Hyne. Why does he sound like a woman? And... he looks down and-- promptly looks back up. WHY DOES HE HAVE CLEAVAGE AND BARELY ANY CLOTHES ON? Here comes a completely undignified shriek.] W-Wait! Don't look at me with kontempt! [He cringes at the sound of the hard k. She really couldn't help that habit, huh?] It's me, I swear! --Oh, krap! He's gonna Renzokuken--!

[And in the most graceless show of acrobatics he's ever shown -- (Hey, moving in this chick's body is really hard! You try runnin' around with this hair and these wings!) -- he tumbles off the throne with a loud 'THUD!' and bails past his friends, out onto the bridge leading to the throne room. Never would he ever willingly fight his friends. Especially not in this body. And dear Hyne, is he clinging to the clothes (or lack thereof) the Sorceress donned, trying just to keep them on.

Congratulations, Ulty! You got Time Compression, but you also compressed Zell's brain into your body. This... is Zell's worst fear.]
[identity profile] blitz-acing.livejournal.com
[Zanarkand Dome. The splashes of stars in the surrounding night sky would normally be peaceful, beautiful, but here they only serve as a reminder of what this place used to be, and what it now is: Dead. Tidus can be seen jumping, looking around in confusion. Hadn't they been there before? Yuna, and the rest of the guardians stand nearby, watching as Yunalesca appears.]

Have you made your choice?

[Yuna nods and steps forward, declaring Auron will be the Final Aeon. Some distant part of Tidus wonders if that's even possible for a dead guy, but right now he has to argue against it since no one else seems bothered by Yuna dying in the least.]

Yuna, don't do this. You can't! Don't do this again--!

[He tries to run, but something is stopping him, keeping him frozen in place. Yunalesca looks at Tidus, almost with...sympathy.]

You can not save her. It was never in your place to begin with. It's a pity anyone filled your head with dreams that said otherwise.

[A gruffer voice laughs before Jecht walks into view.]

Crybaby! You couldn't save me, and you ain't going t'manage savin' her either! Now everyone's gonna die. 'Cause of you.

Shut up!

[But the words are soft, as if traveling through cloth, and everyone goes back to ignoring him and watching as he turns into the Final Aeon and "kills" Auron, swiping at Yuna and ending her life as well. Her body falls, graceful yet limp, and Tidus wants to run toward them and trying to stop it, but he just keeps staring at their open, blank faces. The room goes silent. Everyone else disappears. Tidus is shaking.]
[identity profile] protohero.livejournal.com
[The video clicks on, revealing the very top of some spiky blond hair and most of a wall above that, also part of a ceiling. Then it tilts down to center a little crookedly on a boy's face, probably in his mid-teens, with bright blue eyes and, at the moment, kind of a questioning expression as he examines the device.]

So it's like this...?

Yeah, just like that! Go on, say something, your friends should know you're okay!

Uhm, okay then! [Ven focuses on the camera, giving it a big grin and raising one hand to wave a little.] Hey! My name's Ventus - call me Ven. I just... um, woke up, and I was hoping I could get in touch with someone I know... Terra? Aqua? Are you guys all right?

I think I've got a lot to catch up on.
[identity profile] innerflow.livejournal.com
[As soon as the moogle is gone, she transforms. Only then does she pick up the communicator again, and attempt to contact whoever might be present in this strange new world.

Her hair is blue, as are her startlingly clear eyes, as is the sailor top of her uniform. Notable beyond this are her earrings and the glimmering tiara with its blue central gem. The color seems to be a theme. She faces the screen directly, expression serious, tone formal and businesslike.]


Excuse me. This is Sailor Mercury. I've just arrived here, and I'd like to ask for help in orienting myself, and any further available information. Although I've participated in the tour, I'd like to hear the perspective of others already here.
[identity profile] abracadabrapon.livejournal.com
--ound it. Thank you.

No problem, kupo! Now, about my payment for helping~!

Ah, all right. Hold still...

[The sound of someone giving a little kiss can be heard, followed by a very, very happy sounding 'Kupo! ♥' as the moogle flies off. There's a pause at this as Setsuna begins to fumble with the comm.]

...Oh! This is on. Aha...well. I lost my communicator after...whatever happened.

[As this, she sounds a little embarrassed.]

Somehow I ended up in Deep Jungle...but my communicator was in Traverse Town. Unfortunately, I can't seem to remember how that happened...

[A sigh.]

Well, in any case, I'm all right and I'll be returning to Destiny Islands as soon as possible, in case anyone was wondering. I'm just...rather confused.
[identity profile] glorious-mercy.livejournal.com
With the disappearance of the previous director of the inter-dimensional police force (IDPD), I have decided that I will step forward to take responsibility for maintaining the force and keeping it alive and ready to serve the collective worlds on which it has a presence. Thus the base of it's operations will be moving from Olympus Coliseum to Port Royal. That said...

The IDPD is still looking for applicants and is still willing and ready to train recruits in what is necessary to accomplish these tasks.

To carry the badge of the IDPD is to be an extension of the laws placed on each world, and every member shall be required to familiarize themselves with both interplanetary and local laws. To apply, please fill out the information below.


1 Name:
2 Age:
3 World most often visting/world home of record:
4 Please tell us about your prior experience:
[ ]None [ ]military [ ]police [ ]magical [ ]medical [ ]administrative [ ]technical [ ]scientific [ ]investigative [ ]public relations
5 Please expand upon the answer(s) provided in block 4:
5a If you have experience in a field not provided above, please explain here:
6 Do you have combat experience?
7 Are you willing to undergo a "basic training" environment, or prefer to learn how IDPD works while in the field?
8 Your signature:


[OOC: As previously stated; no one will get denied unless ICly under the age of 16. This is merely to get an idea of who is capable of what, as well as identifying what positions your character would best fill. This is also to inspire more CR and character development, so don't take it as anything too serious.]
[identity profile] pinkhairedkitty.livejournal.com
[Yuiko was sitting quietly in Twilight Town, curled up slightly in the foetal position, head lightly placed on her knees. She was quietly thinking about the last time she spoke to Ritsuka, he didn't remember her and she had no idea why, it really upset her to the point it was heartbreaking and wasn't something she ever thought would happen.

She didn't understand that it was due to something else nor did she know, so for now she looked up at the sky of this new world she had gone to for some quiet time alone. Glancing back down she finally realised that the video feed was on, so with the sudden change of mood she grabs the communicator, laughing slightly.]


When did this turn on? I'm sorry everyone.

[She turns it around, showing off the surrounding area for a brief moment. Time to change subject quickly.]

Does anyone know what this place is called?
[identity profile] booyaka.livejournal.com
[Selphie's PCD flickers to life to reveal the vacant cafe in Traverse Town's first district. The bewildered and confused look is gone from her face but that doesn't mean that she understands what's going on around here.]

Well... I've waited a few days to see if I get some information on this place but I haven't had a whole lot of luck yet! So! My name is Selphie Tilmitt. I'm a SeeD from Balamb Garden and arrived in Traverse Town five days ago and I know about as much as when I first got here.

I'm looking for information! What's going on? How do I get home? Where the heck are my friends? How do I travel? What in the world is Gummi Ship? Do other people know me that I don't remember? Just... gimme the low down about what's going on okay?

I need to know if my friends are okay most of all.
[identity profile] blitz-acing.livejournal.com
[Have Tidus, staring at his PCD and scratching the back of his head uncomfortably.]

Well, uh. That was...

[Weird? Embarrassing?? Confusing??? Seriously, could this get any more awkward? He's just going to...shut off his PCD now for lack of anything else to say.]
[identity profile] wingless-heart.livejournal.com
[ RINOA IS BACK TO NORMAL! And by normal we mean she's no longer in her mid-twenties and back to being seventeen. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember a thing since she was aged up. Therefore, whatever happened during that time happened only in her future. She's not going to remember it until she's older.

Frowning at the camera, she eventually turns her head to look around her new surroundings because her last memory was returning back to her dormitory at Destiny Islands. This isn't ... her dorm. She knew at some point she was planning to move to Radiant Garden, but shouldn't she at least remember doing it? Thinking back, she wonders if this has anything to do with what the woman who randomly thanked earlier. She mentioned things were back to normal now. What ... did that mean?

Something isn't right. Searching for answers, she eventually turns to her PCD screen with a helpless look. ]


Uhm...

What just happened?
[identity profile] abracadabrapon.livejournal.com
Encryption Scramble, Identity: Sailor Pluto//Hackability: 15-20%%//Public )

((OOC: And the Age Plot will be officially finished after this post! If anyone feels the need to question or berate Pluto or anything, feel free to in this post, be it in age-swapped form or normal form (since during this post the anomaly will still be open!). Also, backtagging in earlier posts is a-ok if you didn't get everything you wanted done accomplished. Woo! Way to go, guys! :D))
[identity profile] duelking.livejournal.com
[A little boy with spunky hair and wide blue eyes is suddenly staring into the feed with a pouting face; he looks like he's been crying, actually. You might not recognize him without the trademark tribal tattoo on the side of his face. Until he opens, his mouth, that is.]

MAAAAATRON! Where are you?! They... they said I could find you if I used this thing!

[He leans in really close, almost bonking his forehead on the screen.] Are you in there?! Come ou~t! The people here are weird and I don't like it...! OH! And I saw someone start a fire even though they're NOT S'POSED TO! You're gonna put 'em in the corner, right, Matron? RIGHT?! I did good, huh?!

[...Except when he doesn't get an answer after a few moments of wait, his eyes started welling up with tears and he begins to wibble.]

This thing is STUPID! It doesn't work at all!
[identity profile] abracadabrapon.livejournal.com
To my students.

Due to certain extenuating circumstances that have occurred, during the past week I have been absent from DI Academy. Unfortunately, due to this particular situation, which is ongoing and of a private nature, I will be cancelling my physics class until further notice.

However, as I do intend to return as soon as possible to resume normal classes, I have enclosed with this transmission several packets and assignments which can be used in conjunction with reading materials already presented in class. As the length of my sabbatical is currently indefinite, there is no time limit on when the materials need to be finished.

I apologize for this, and I hope to return to teaching my wonderful students as soon as possible.

Sincerely,

Meiou Setsuna :)


[attachment: physics package.zip_]

((OOC: This attachment is going to everyone under 17, since technically everyone under 17's in her class, lol. Students can totally reply to her. |D))
[identity profile] toseehimsmile.livejournal.com
[Lizzie switched on the communicator, showing her surroundings as one not of Destiny Island, but of something completely different, this time it was of Disney Castle. She soon turns it around, a smile as clear as day.]

Today I start my job assisting the Moogles and helping them out here. [She glances around slightly.] It's a pretty cute place, it's like one of those fairy tales I read when I was younger.

[She holds the communicator down for a moment as she starts to walk, going out into what appears to be the garden with plenty of hedges in many different shapes.]

I think I'm going to like it here, it's cute and I can help the Moogles look even cuter than they are.

[She laughs slightly, lifting the communicator up for the final time, that bright smile still firmly on her face before she finally switches it off.]
[identity profile] sycophantishly.livejournal.com
—device. Ah. I see. And this is how the world communicates with each other?

[ Incoherant mumbling is heard from a Moogle as he responds. ]

How delightful. Thank you, you have been most helpful. I believe I will be alright from here. Be on your way now, little Moogle. I have business to take care of.

[ A long pause is given before the device switches to video mode and has a good close shot of Kuja's face. He appears to be staring at the video with scrutiny, unable to quite make out what the device is doing or what it's capable of. All he knows is that somehow people can reach out to him through this method. Magic he's never heard of before. ]

What an interesting turn of events. Citizens of this fair and meager little town, can you see this? I'm pleased you've taken such an interest in watching this live performance, so allow me to make a formal introduction before I begin the story — I am Kuja.

I believe I have a better understanding of what is happening and why I am here at this place thanks to the idi— . . . moogles that lurk here, but I'm curious as to why I'm supposed to be in communication with any of you. Are we supposed to be working together? Have you been brought here unwillingly? Did the curtain fall on your world only to have it rise and reveal a setting unfamiliar to you? How unfortunate.

Perhaps I can be of service to you? Allow a humble man the opportunity to gauge your interest and assist you in whatever bidding you are in need of. As a successful trader and weapon's dealer who even once served a Queen in my home world, I'm sure we can be of great use to one another. All you need but do . . . is ask.
[identity profile] duelking.livejournal.com
[After that agonizingly long week and a half spent bored to death in his bed, Zell was finally allowed to go back to work at Land of Dragons. Mind, no one would let him go patrol the mountains like he usually did until he was completely healed, much to his dismay. He understood, still sore as hell and struggling with moving his chest overmuch, but being put on medic duty didn't exactly make anything less boring, either. He spent the day healing soldiers with nasty run-ins with Heartless and tending to the wounds of those with more minor afflictions.

Eventually, one of the soldiers told him to go take a walk, noting his antsy behavior and inability to sit still. So he does-- gladly. Zell makes his way out to the shallow river below the mountain trail and sits down next to it with a heavy sigh. He keeps looking up longingly into the mountains.]


Can't wait to be up there fightin' again... This medic thing just ain't cuttin' it.

[...After a moment, he decides to get to his feet and shadowbox lightly, testing his body a bit. He'd gone a whole week without exercising-- that was bad. He had to stay at least a little in shape, right?]
[identity profile] wickedcultured.livejournal.com
[His Ninetales named Ea is holding his phone. She decided to turn it on as she was playing with it, waiting for Genesis to stop fighting with the Nobodies. He had forbid her from fighting them as she was only strong enough to fight the Dusks, and even then, they gave her trouble. They were just so flexible that evading her fire was mindboggling.

But now, the phone was showing her on top of one of the many buildings in Fragment Crossing and below was Genesis surrounded by Berserker Nobodies. However, it's quite obvious that he isn't in much trouble in dealing with them. Many of them already have their claymores out, but none seem to land a hit. Genesis is weaving and dodging easily, when one massive blade lands on the ground, he using it as leverage to run up and using his glowing red sword to cleave the head clean off its shoulders. He lands behind the Berserker, slicing through its spine before pushing it into its brethren.

The others began to charge but a magic symbol appeared before Genesis with a tilt of his head and suddenly, they were frozen in time. Genesis cast Stopga before quickly casting Firaga. Once the time magic wore off, they all went up in flames. Of course, their defense was much stronger and they withstood the attack, though terribly weakened. Genesis didn't mind. He recharged his magic emblazoned sword before charging in. Jumping high into the air, he dropped down onto one Berserker, impaling it through the head before going after the another and another. They went down much easier now.

The video was obscured and blurred and Ea jumped down from the building with the phone in her mouth. Once on the ground, an exhausted Genesis is seen walking to the nine tailed fox, he casts Cure on his side before reaching to take the phone. It looked like a wayward attack really had gotten him, but he wasn't let him get him. He takes the phone and gives her a stroke on her head. He turns off the phone right after praising Ea.]


Good girl, you stayed out of trouble this time.

Ninetales!

[He knows the phone was on but would rather answer anyone that may reply back at the place he is staying.]
[identity profile] pinnd-buttrfly.livejournal.com
[The video shows Soubi against a nondescript white background, probably the wall of a room somewhere. He is, as usual, looking very well put-together for someone doing what he is about to do. His long hair falls around his shoulders in nonchalant elegance; his tight turtleneck shirt completely hides the bandages he wears around his neck. His long, lean torso ends in low-slung, tight jeans. When he speaks, his tone is so businesslike that he might as well be advertizing an old piece of furniture he has for sale.]

If anyone on this network is willing to trade money or certain supplies, please contact me. I’m willing to barter the use of my body or skills for a time to get them. I can guarantee that the trade will not be a waste.

[And with that, the feed turns off. Yes, Soubi has decided that he needs to earn some money for himself and Ritsuka. And he's doing it the best way that comes to mind.]
[identity profile] we-schmooze.livejournal.com

GAAAHHHHH!!!

Why did you have to beat my Chimera?! You couldn’t just have died peacefully!? What? That’s too hard for you??



[The camera pans out to show Hades throne in the underground Chamber deep in the Underworld entirely surrounded by mugs. Some are still in their boxes and some are free to sit around on the floor and strategy table and smile at their host. ]

And what are these!? Do I look like I need 20 Kain mugs? Really? And what is this…

[Grabs a Agni mug off of the table. ]

Does this guy always smile like this? Its so… goofy



[OOC: This post ends the Hades Cup tournament. Hope you had fun!
50+ mugs courtesy of Sephiroth but Hades doesn’t know who sent them… yet.
]

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