§ 062.

Nov. 5th, 2013 01:10 pm
symmachy: zerosugar @ ij (ancient.)
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[she can't show her face, still streaked with her own dried bloody tears, so the voice function will have to do.

it's been days, and she still isn't sure she can do this. she can't feel, not really, but that doesn't mean she's ignorant of the pain she should be feeling. and that is what had gotten to her: that she could not properly mourn. not in the human way, at least. it tears her apart in a way she can barely conceal.

her voice is steady, even if it shouldn't be.]

Jack Bauer is dead.

[he should have had a great funeral, with a pyre burning into the darkest hours of the night. but he had been left in that stupid alternate world. if she had been there, she could have saved him. instead, he had died.

it was cu chulainn all over again.]

Something tells me he will not be coming back to this plane.

§ 061.

Sep. 30th, 2013 11:58 pm
symmachy: zerosugar @ ij (ancient.)
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This isn't the first time it's happened, obviously, but with the departure of the most recent headmaster of the Institute, there has been a shift in the hierarchy of the faculty once more. Classes will continue, of course.

If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to contact the new headmaster. I'm sure he will be delighted to help you. [a.k.a. "i ain't dealin with no counciling shit"]

§ 060.

Mar. 18th, 2013 06:58 pm
symmachy: forblueskys @ lj (coy.)
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[someone is in dublin!! not that you would know, since she's sitting in a pretty nondescript pub. except for the heavily irish accented background chatter. in this environment, her own accent is much more pronounced. but even in the midst of the celebration, she hasn't put on any green; she's still in her customary white clothing.]

I hope you all had an excellent St. Patrick's Day yesterday. I certainly did. [she's interrupted by some guy coming by to drop another drink at her table. but she pushes it out of the frame because she is a TEACHER and she has a REPUTATION to uphold and an EXAMPLE to set. or something.]

I realize that I did depart a bit suddenly, and I hope none of you are too cross with me. [NOT THAT SHE'D CARE] Obviously, classes at the dojo are cancelled for this week. And even though it's spring break, my students from the Institute still have their reports on French warfare due when they return. I especially look forward to those on fifteenth century.

[no she doesn't she hates grading papers everybody is going to get a b probably. but someone insisted there be some sort of actual assignments in this class sigh.

the bartender yells something in irish and she yells something back before laughing and cutting the feed.]

§ 059.

Oct. 24th, 2012 09:30 pm
symmachy: simplyness @ LJ (fierce.)
[personal profile] symmachy
[scatty is in full warrior mode. she has her short swords strapped to her back, the hilts poking out over her shoulders. the skin is pulled a little too tight over her face, her bones appearing too sharp and angular. her skin is incredibly pale, her freckles sticking out like speckles of blood. she stares dead-on at the camera without blinking, cat-slit green eyes wide. she's speaking quickly, her irish accent more pronounced than usual:]

I need a teleporter. A flier, a speedster--anyone who can get me to Venezuela as soon as possible. I am not taking a plane, I need something faster.

[she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and mutters to herself:] What a way to celebrate three years...

[ooc; this post immediately follows this one kind of like it actually is..]

§ 058.

Sep. 2nd, 2012 10:51 pm
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[scatty is standing alone in some alley. it's dark, but there's a streetlight somewhere near. there's blood on her once pristine white shirt, and her cropped hair is a faded red thanks to the dust caught up in it. there is a very, very large hole punched straight through the brick wall closest to her. there are red streaks from her eyes running down her face--she's been crying. crying blood, from the looks of it. but aside from the tell-tale red, grimy trails down her cheeks, her face is dry. her voice monotone.]

Max Gibson is dead.

[a beat. it seems as if that's all.]

... Dead.

[as if she's trying to convince herself. another pause. then scathach clutches the comm in her hand, tilts her head back and gives a very inhuman scream, and throws it into the brick wall, ending the feed.]

§ 057.

Aug. 14th, 2012 02:01 pm
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[scathach is in her dojo, meditating, as she is wont to do. but she's dressed in black today, strange for anyone who knows her preferred color. her eyes are closed and the comm is cradled in one hand. she doesn't open her eyes when she speaks.]

Cassie Holmes was ported out a week ago. I waited to see if she would come back, but as she has not, I'm assuming it to be permanent.

[and that's it.]

§ 056.

Aug. 3rd, 2012 12:53 pm
symmachy: giftwrapped @ IJ (wait.)
[personal profile] symmachy
encrypted to the dependables )

encrypted to jack bauer )

encrypted to max gibson )

[ooc; the last two messages are hackable, with enough expertise. she's too tired to make them perfect.]

§ 055.

May. 15th, 2012 12:31 pm
symmachy: hollow-art.com (twiddle.)
[personal profile] symmachy
[the comm is in scatty's hand; she's in her dojo, several students spread out over the black and white mats. they're all holding what look to be celtic long swords. not old, of course, but definitely forged by hand. all of the students are in the same stance: feet shoulder-width apart, hilt gripped in both hands, swords raised in front of them and ready to strike. but none of them are moving. they are standing completely still, swords raised, looks of deep concentration on their faces.

scathach walks around them for a few moments before she finds her prey: a young man whose arms are beginning to tremble. the warrior maid stops right in front of him, no doubt staring hard. his arms shake more and more until he finally stumbles forward, grip lost. the redhead deftly catches the hilt before the sword hits the ground.

a groan goes all the way around the room. scatty herself snorts a bit, and waves the hand with the comm, dismissing everyone. they place their swords in a holding stand before filing out. scatty finally brings the camera to her face.]

I will be leaving tomorrow for a short vacation. Classes here are postponed until I return. I have found suitable substitutes for my classes at the Institute. Should anyone need to contact me while I am away, I'll assume you know how.

[she twirls the sword still in her hand, and seems pleased with its weight. she murmurs to herself:]

Still haven't lost my touch.

encrypted to cassie holmes )

encrypted to maximus decimus meridius )

§ 054.

Apr. 12th, 2012 03:10 pm
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[scathach is in some alleyway, near the hospital for anyone who might spot some familiar landmarks around there. her skin seems to be tight over her face, making the planes and angles of it seem unnatural. but her eyes are bright and wide, and there's something almost like a smile on her face. did i mention that there is blood all over her shirt?]

It seems as if the 'porter has no limit on from when she takes us. I've just found a man from Rome--Ancient Rome--in our midst. He asked about Emperor Commodus. In Latin.

[now she does smile, vampire teeth and all.]

Do you know how long it's been since I've heard someone speak Latin as a first language? Over a thousand years.

[she can't stop smiling. it's probably weird. she runs a blood-stained hand through her hair. some of it gets on her forehead.]


[ooc; this is backdated to 11 april in the late afternoon.]

§ 053.

Mar. 17th, 2012 05:22 pm
symmachy: griseous @ LJ (clan.)
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[well this doesn't look like any pub in the city! that's because it isn't. scathach is in the middle of dublin, surrounded by her kinsmen. there are several empty mugs on the table beside her, but who knows how they got that way. she's smiling, looking content for the first time in a while.]

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh. Happy St. Patrick's Day. I hope you've all celebrated in some way. Cassie and I will be out of town until tomorrow. Impromptu, but it was a long-needed break.

[someone calls over to her in irish, and she responds in kind, raising an empty mug. the man who called to her laughs, saying her name in what might be called an affectionate manner. she smiles gently at the network once more, and cuts the feed.]

§ 052.

Mar. 8th, 2012 02:05 pm
symmachy: hollow-art.com (unstable.)
[personal profile] symmachy
[this is one irritated vampire]

Yes, alright, I get it. You all have a lot of emotions that you just can no longer contain. You need to share and whatnot. Wonderful.

But could you spew them somewhere else? Some of us can feel all of it, and it's annoying as hell.

§ 051.

Feb. 25th, 2012 06:39 pm
symmachy: hollow-art.com (unstable.)
[personal profile] symmachy
Cassie Holmes is dead.

[there's a pause. she didn't really want to say anything else, but she was just so... angry. the rage and disgust in her voice are evident. she doesn't even try to hide it. because she'd failed to keep the one person she'd promised to safe.]

She was killed at the museum yesterday morning. And nobody cared until today.

[ooc; back-dated to saturday morning.]

§ 050.

Jan. 11th, 2012 08:38 pm
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I hope everyone is ready for the new semester. We'll be learning the basics of stealth, and will have a... quiz in a week's time. Be sure to bring socks to class tomorrow and wear light clothing, students. Other teachers are welcome to come observe, as always.

encrypted to matthew murdock )

§ 049.

Jan. 1st, 2012 03:49 pm
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[scatty is sitting in some little bistro close to times square. she's dressed in white, as per usual. something may seem a little off about her expression, though. it's almost as if her face is too angular. otherwise, she looks normal. she doesn't sound sad, when she speaks; merely as if she's stating fact. and is it just you, or does her hair seem a bit longer than usual?]

For over two and a half thousand years I have wandered this realm. No prison has been able to hold me. Not Lubyanka, not the dungeon of An Chaor-Thanach.

[she smiles a bit, but it isn't humorous.]

But this prison, one in the guise of the world I know, has been able to hold me for over two years, as measured by your human calendar.

Two thousand, five hundred and twenty years old. Happy birthday to me.

§ 048.

Nov. 15th, 2011 04:51 pm
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[this teenage vampire drama queen is looking so much better than the last time she posted on the network. she isn't so pale, and the circles beneath her eyes are minimal. she's sitting cross-legged in her dojo, as she has so many times before, actually smiling. she's trying to look welcoming, okay. she's even dressed like a normal teenager today. she's trying to lull all of you into a false sense of security. she clears her throat once, and then begins:]

To the students enrolled in my combat class at the Institute: I have decided that we will be going on a [short pause] field trip in two weeks' time. We will be going to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on the thirtieth of November.

I know that it may seem odd for a hands-on class like combat to go to a rather hands-off place like a museum, but it is important that you learn about the history and culture of the weapons and styles you are using. Since it would be impossible for every student to see every exhibit, they will be required to choose one or two areas to study. What will be done with the information they gather will be explained in the classes preceding the trip.

This trip is not mandatory, but if you decide to opt out, I will have to create an... alternative assignment for you to complete. [for the love of god, don't opt out]

You are only required to bring money for lunch, as the trip will be for the entire school day. I will require at least one other teacher or parent to act as a chaperon. Please contact me if you are interested.

[awkward pause]

Anyone who takes classes at my own dojo is also welcome to attend.


[sent in an e-mail to her students a few minutes later are the following links:
the cloisters
heroic africans
arms and armor
arms and armor faq (with a special flag by misconception #2)
a permission slip with a note: "If you do not have a parent or guardian in the City, I will take responsibility for you for the day and sign the slip." because that's totally legal right]

§ 047.

Oct. 4th, 2011 11:24 pm
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[the comm is cradled in her hands, angled up towards her face. judging by the dark sky behind her and the sound of cars somewhere below, she’s sitting on the ledge of a rooftop. because where else would a hero go to brood?

scatty looks... well. if we’re being generous, she looks sickly, pale, and like she hasn’t slept in days. honestly she’s never slept, but that isn’t the point. her freckles are vivid against her skin, and there are dark bruises beneath her eyes. someone hasn’t fed in a while. she isn’t looking at the camera, rather, off into space.]

What would you say makes a creature human? How they act, how they—feel, what they eat? [she starts to sound a bit sarcastic, here:] Opposable thumbs, the ability to use tools to kill one another as opposed to their own hands?

[and the sarcasm drains away from her voice as her cat-slit green eyes finally find the communicator. she looks... like a very small teenager in that moment, not the 10,000+ year old vampire warrior woman she really is. and is it just you, or does it look like there are pinpricks of... blood at the corners of her eyes?]

Come. Tell me.

[ooc; feel free to action it up if you'd like!]

§ 046.

Sep. 6th, 2011 03:50 pm
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[personal profile] symmachy
[SOMEONE IS IN THE DANGER ROOM. but it's all boring and room-like right now. she's just sitting in the middle of the floor... surrounded by all kinds of weapons! not quite that many, but you get the idea. they're all in neat piles around her, and she looks so happy.]

School is starting. I'm sure my combat students, both new and returning, are just as excited for class as I am. I expect all of you to be in at least a passable physical condition. If you are not, I will make you so.

[she pauses, and then rifles around the weapons until she finds a book. she holds it up; the cover is covered with latin text.]

Also, Latin will be just as intensive as last year. I look forward to seeing all of you.

§ 045.

Jul. 27th, 2011 03:46 pm
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[scathach is in the middle of danger room training; but unless you know what the danger room is, it just looks like she’s in a tropical jungle. ferns and huge trees everywhere. the comm is clipped to her belt, so it’s shooting from about waist-height. after a few moments, scatty comes to the “edge” of the jungle and enters a huge field. she freezes, even though there doesn’t seem to be anything threatening in the immediate vicinity. she speaks quietly, but obviously to the comm:]

Pay attention.

[and then she snaps her body to the left and hello mister sabre tooth tiger how are you today. with a snarl, the beast pounces at her; she dodges, bringing her leg up before slamming it down on the creature’s back. five more huge cats come out of nowhere, and you can just use your imagination to visualize the various ways in which she kicks these cats’ asses. non-fatally! because joan would be so disappointed if she knew scatty had killed an innocent animal, even a virtual one.

anyway, once all the cats are down, a mechanized female voice pipes up:]

Training sequence successfully completed.

[scatty brushes her hands off on her jeans and unlatches the comm from her belt. she holds it up to her face, grinning. there isn’t a scratch on her.]

You never know when you’ll have to fight a pack of ancient beasts. You’d all best remember that.

[and she saunters towards the danger room’s exit, cutting the feed as she goes.]

§ 044.

Jul. 4th, 2011 03:24 pm
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America is such a young country. Not even two and a half centuries old. A baby, by the standards of many other countries.

[a little smile.]

And the best at stirring up trouble, just like all younger siblings are. Wars every few decades, and a global stalemate that lasted almost fifty years. And you go through leaders like hotcakes.

[her face turns contemplative, as does her voice.]

But you wrested your freedom from across an entire ocean. So enjoy your Independence Day, you who call yourselves Americans. It was well-earned. Just be sure you don't forget how.

§ 043.

Jun. 24th, 2011 11:45 pm
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[this is scathach's dojo looking rather beat-up. and by beat-up i mean there are holes punched in the walls and some training dummies are sliced to bits. scatty herself is sitting on the floor, holding the comm in front of her. she looks oddly calm.]

Cassie Holmes has gone missing. I do not think she ran away or was 'Ported out. My apartment looks as if there was some kind of struggle. I've noticed that others have gone as well. I advise everyone to be on their guard.

[she pauses, and then after a second she adds, as an afterthought:]

All classes here will be cancelled for the next few days.

§ 042.

May. 7th, 2011 05:18 pm
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[YEAH I FORGOT ABOUT THIS EVENT SO I JUST POSTED YESTERDAY... anyway. the comm is on video, and it is facing down at some very armored boots as it's hanging from her belt. the wearer takes one step, and then another. a low growl sounds out, like from a feral animal. a string of archaic french words erupt from the owner of the boots. (what is this? where is she? what magic is this? and where is my horse?) one scimitar swings down in front of the camera, and is soon followed by another.

after a few seconds, the owner of the boots seems to spot the comm, because suddenly, the device falls to the ground. it rolls around and finally stops with the camera facing upwards at scathach. her black and white armor shines in the evening light. long red hair flows down behind her, almost down to her knees. she's pointing both of her swords at the device, glaring fiercely. her lips are curled back to show her vampiric teeth. (foul contraption, from where have you come?)

after a few moments of the comm not doing anything to harm her, she takes both swords in one hand and carefully reaches down to pick it up. her armor clinks and groans with the movement, but even though it looks super heavy, she doesn't seem to notice its weight. she turns the comm over in her hand a few times before huffing to herself and muttering something about jeanne d'arc and nicolas flamel.

there's silence for just a moment. then, out of nowhere, she lets out a long, terrifying scream of pure anguish--a war cry. her mouth is full of needle-sharp teeth. the recording cuts as she tries to crush the comm in her armored hand.]

[ooc; okay! this can be turned into an action post, if anyone would be interested. scatty is officially 1088 years old, and has just rescued joan of arc from her execution. but she thinks she's failed! which is no good. she'll be storming around the city, searching for her injured friend. if anyone would like to try to... sedate/explain things to her, just let me know.]

§ 041.

May. 6th, 2011 12:04 pm
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[scatty is all dressed up and is considering having some place to go. she looks... almost like a regular teenager, except for her horribly pale skin and cat-slit eyes. she rubs the back of her neck with one hand as she stands in the middle of her kitchen (there is fruit lying all over the counters) and looks at the comm for a few silent moments before abruptly speaking.]

I used to sing. In Berlin, I mean. I was in a band. When I moved to San Francisco and opened my first dojo, sometimes I would go out with my students on Friday nights to a small karaoke bar. To bond. Just for a few hours, but it was... fun.

[pause... what is her life. but she isn't going to let herself sulk over the loss of scott/rachel/josh anymore.]

I've found a place a few blocks away from my dojo now. I wouldn't mind seeing some of my students outside the classroom, or perhaps some other instructors. Consider it a late Beltaine or Cinco de Mayo celebration.

[another pause, and a little smile.]

Drinks are on me.

[and then she just shuts off the camera because what else is there to even say.]

[ooc; this is forward-dated to about four in the afternoon. would there be any interest in doing a log for this? i can toss one up later this afternoon. it could be a chance for people to mingle and have some fun, maybe make some new cr. IDK I'M JUST MAKING SHIT UP NOW. this is directed to nobody in particular IT IS A STRANGE PLEA FOR HELP KIND OF.]

§ 040.

Apr. 20th, 2011 07:39 pm
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[this is scatty sitting on a roof ledge. there are some arrows in a quiver sticking out over her back, and a longbow resting in her lap. there are feathers scattered suspiciously all around her.

nothing about her looks happy.]

I hate birds. Especially pigeons.

They are good for only one thing.

[she pauses and then quickly pulls an arrow from the quiver, nocks it on her bow, and... AND THAT'S IT, POST OVER. the screen goes black.]

§ 039.

Feb. 8th, 2011 05:28 pm
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[personal profile] symmachy
locked from the joker.

To all of those who work in or attend Daniel Rand's dojo, I am opening my doors to you. You will be able to continue your education free of charge at [insert address here].

Instructors--you may either add your classes to mine and co-teach, or request to have your own time slot. Just let me know here. You will receive compensation for your time.

I hope this arrangement is acceptable to all of you.

[ooc; this is in directly late relation to this.]

§ 038.

Dec. 31st, 2010 05:15 pm
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[personal profile] symmachy
[the audio starts with a bit of static, and then the sound of metal sliding against metal, repeatedly. there's a pause, and then scatty's voice is audible, hardly a murmur:]

I'm getting too old for this.

[AND THEN THE RECORDING CUTS. just so everybody knows, her birthday is tomorrow! she'll be... 2519 years old (but that's just what she says).]

§ 037.

Oct. 31st, 2010 08:00 pm
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[the shot opens to the dojo. all the lights are turned off, and the only source of illumination is coming from what looks like over a hundred lit candles spread out all over the ground. scathach is barefoot and cross-legged on the floor, wearing all white, as is her custom. the dagger she twirls around her fingers, more as something to keep them occupied than as a threat. she still looks wan, but distinctly less so than the other day. the flickering candlelight shows the sharp angles of her young face very clearly.]

It is time for Samhain again. I was going to hold a fest this week, but unfortunately, I do not think I will be able to celebrate with anyone. It is--

[she breaks her speech to reach up and rub at one of her temples. her eyes flicker shut briefly, and then reopen. her cat-slit pupils are contracted to mere slits.]

Yes. I will celebrate alone. It is better that way. I am sorry.

[she takes a deep breath, blinking slowly once more, before reaching forward to shut off the comm.]

§ 036.

Oct. 23rd, 2010 01:34 am
symmachy: hollow-art.com (Default)
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[this is scathach sitting on a rooftop, staring up at the full moon. the comm is next to her on the ledge of the building. her arms are wrapped around her legs, and her chin is on her knees. she looks every bit a seventeen year old girl.]

Time does indeed move quickly, and we forget. We forget things that happen, that are important. Even if we try not to. [pause.] Or should that be, we try to? Who knows?

[another pause. she seems to be thinking. gives something of a smile. her freckles are dark against her pale skin.]

One year. It doesn't seem like very long, does it?

[she reaches out to cut the recording.]

§ 035.

Oct. 17th, 2010 01:37 pm
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I remember, when I was fifteen, my grandmother tried to make me marry King Nebuchadnezzar. She thought it would be "enlightening" for me. I remember being so... angry with her. I couldn't understand why she wanted to send me away so early in life.

But now, looking back, who knows? I would probably be a completely different person. I might no longer be the Shadow. Who knows?

But wondering "what might have been" is a waste of time. It will drive one crazy.

I really do dislike hindsight.

§ 034.

Sep. 3rd, 2010 03:36 pm
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[the audio starts up, but it's obvious that scathach doesn't realize it's on. there are some sounds that indicate she's... sitting in a tree. specifically, leaves brushing against each other, some birds chirping, and a bit of a breeze going against the microphone. there's also the steady shink of metal scraping against metal. yes, she is sharpening her weapons while sitting in a tree.

there's something else, though, something musical. it's a bit hard to make out at first, but if you're listening, you can hear that someone is singing in german. that someone happens to be scathach.

the metal-on-metal doesn't stop, but after a minute or two, she stops singing and just goes to humming. suddenly she pauses, and lets out a little laugh. after that, the recording cuts.]

§ 033.

Aug. 23rd, 2010 06:45 pm
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[scatty looks a bit pale, but not unhealthy. her freckles seem to stand out a bit more, like blood flicked across her face. she smiles at the camera, without teeth. she's wearing... well, a tank top and some boy shorts. she's lounging on the couch in her and josh's apartment, one leg thrown over the couch's arm, one hand behind her head. for some reason, her hair looks a little longer, reaching almost to her shoulders. she looks... relaxed.]

I've returned a day or so later than I intended, but I am back. I hope my students haven't been slacking in my absence. I wouldn't want to have to... make up for lost time.

[she smiles again, this time with teeth. sharp, pointy teeth.]

Josh. How was your date? I'm dying to hear all about it.

encrypted to scott summers. )


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