The First Spell ~ ♡ [Video]

[gryffindoe.livejournal.com]

[This might be a disturbing scene - considering the video turns on and shows someone who looks, well, dead. But don't worry. It isn't long before Lily inhales shakily, though the breath looks painful.]

Nnn y-you bastard... [She whispers, her voice pained.] H-Harry? J-James? [Forcing herself to sit up, the redhead grabs her wand, which miraculously, traveled with her. She raises it and examines it, her brow furrowing. It had been in the nursery, but it hadn't been where she could have easily grabbed it - especially considering Voldemort was between her and it. Besides, there was no way in hell that she would have left Harry unprotected.]

At least I...h-have this. [She looks around, finally noticing the communicator. Rubbing a hand over her face, she bites her lip and tries to think. But her body is so sore and she's not in the cottage anymore. In fact, she's -]

Where am I? [Clearing her throat, Lily tries again.] Can anyone hear me?

video; backdated like hell

[nunsploits.livejournal.com]

[meaning backdated to right after... the Halloween invasion concluded WHOOPS. anyway the video is on!! it's just kind of filming random ground and dead lovecraftian mooks and whatnot right now though.]

They're certainly not angelic, but they do have their own sort of charm, don't they?

[nudging one of the things with her foot now - it rolls a bit and oh gross it's bleeding slime and worms and stuff ughhhh. and that is pretty much the revolted sort of noise she makes as she backs well away from it. WALKING AROUND IT NOW and giving it a wide berth gross gross gross. still recording pretty much nothing but ground and dead things and the occasional flash of leg. proper video-taking etiquette is for suckas.]

I stand corrected.

In any case, we seem to have come out of this well enough. For an invasion of "things that shouldn't be" and all. I hear those usually end quite badly.

[a blur of motion and then finally it settles on her, as she sits down and addresses the comm directly. and of course, she looks no worse for the wear. of course.]

Now, onto the topic at hand. [leaning back in her seat.] I'm feeling a bit restless, you see. While the local flavor certainly has its charms, I'm afraid vigilantism in the night just doesn't quite do it for me - I prefer something a bit more hands-on - and we don't seem to be due for another undead invasion for at least six months.

[chin in hand, now.]

So. Poveglia island, or treasure hunting in the Amazon? Or anything else of the sort, if you've suggestions. As long as it's something a little more eventful than a weekend in Irelan-

[and suddenly she looks down and her face just fills with something vtaguely like horror. she jerks back on the rubble she's sitting on (dropping her comm!) and reaches down at the very edge of the feed, pulling a twitchy, disembodied tentacle off her leg. the grimace is in her voice.]

Tentacles. [THROWING THAT SHIT AS FAR AWAY AS POSSIBLE.] It's always tentacles.

[Video]

[a_relative_hero]

[Joel's pouring himself a glass of orange juice as he clicks the video on. He blurs out of sight a moment and puts the carton away before stepping back into the picture.]

Good morning.

I've got a question for people who don't live in the MAC. I was thinking of moving out of this place and I was wondering how long it took you all to find places that aren't here? A place that was affordable and not too terrible I mean. How hard was it to find a new place to live?

16th Lie, [Video]

[plays_with_dolls]

With so many recent new arrivals I feel I should make a bit of an introduction. For those of you that don't know me, I'm Boyd Langton and I'm the CEO of the Rossum Corportation. I would like to extend an invitation to any of you with medical, or scientific experience to please come and see me. My company is always expanding and we have great opportunities, especially in the field of medical research. I believe in employing the best minds I can find and I am willing to pay what they are truly worth. I also believe in taking of care and nurturing those minds, so all of my employees receive medical care at our state of the art facilities at no cost and also help with housing.

If you are interested please feel free to contact me on the network, or to stop by our headquarters at anytime. You'll be shown right on up to my office.

[Encrypted to Deadshot]

I have another job for you and this one is not from an outside contract. It's coming directly from me. I'm sure you've noticed the Major's return and also the revelation he'd been posing as a fixer named Thousand. Thousand was the client for the Wilshire Chemical Plant job which was just the latest in a long line of attacks on me and my people from him. The Major has also stolen and abused my technology, hurt my public standing, and endangered people important to me. I want him eliminated, preferably in a manner that would prevent the Porter from bringing him back. So if the only option is permanently disabling him without killing him that will be an acceptable result. Every resource of this company and myself are available to you for use in this mission. Take who and what you need, I want it done and done correctly. I have no doubt in your ability, or that of your team to do this.

I also want you to take every opportunity that is feasible to harass and disrupt the Major's operations. Such missions of opportunity will, of course, be compensated appropriately on top of the two million starting fee for the Major.

He wants a war and with your assistance that is exactly what we are going to give him.

003 ➵ video

[trickshot]

_{( The feed opens to a view of Clint standing outside by a practice range—because he has a total of three hobbies, alright—leaning slightly on his bow as he glances down at the communicator. )}

So, I had a thought. We’ve got, what, a couple hundred people running around this City, all or most of them with powers, and probably at least a slim majority that are trying to fight the good fight, right? And I’m sure at least some of you know what you’re doing, or at least I’d hope so.

But I know there’s a bunch of you out there who are kids, or teenagers. It’s pretty much a given that what we do isn’t always the safest thing, but I know that won’t stop you, if that’s what you’ve decided to do. What I am saying is that you should be trained, at least in the basics, so that if things do get tough, you can deal with it.

_{( He pauses for a moment, like he’s mulling something over, then continues: )}

So I figured that we might open up the grounds a couple times a month and run through some things with whoever wants to learn. We’ve got the time for it, and I know a couple people who could use something to do. Just for... things other that what you’re getting in school, I guess you’d say.

_{( There's a pause, and when he speaks again, it’s on a completely different subject. Clearly having productive thoughts can only last so long. )}

Hey, Bobbi, what are you doing after—

_{( Clint might be about to say a bit more, but then he looks down at the communicator and pulls a face, like something's gone wrong. )}

Damn it, not again.

_{( Just before he reaches down to cut the feed, you can probably see the reflection of the comm in Clint’s eyes—it has inexplicably turned purple again. )}

1st nightfall ☾ permavideo

[bringerofwar]

[It's dark out. Because this post is forward-dated to nighttime. Shut up it's the Midnighter he's not gonna come out to play at high noon!!!

Ahem, it's dark out. He's in some alley somewhere, so the light from the comm is the only thing illuminating a familiarly shaped cowl, which mostly covers a face set into a dramatic scowl. The video bobs for a quick second when he glances up to the street and then back down at his device, and it becomes clear that he's wearing a coat rather than a cape, and on his chest there is a crescent moon where a bat should be.]

Are we supposed to want to talk to each other?

[video]

[stupid_monkey]

[The video shows a very worried looking monkey face in front of a large pile of food wrappers on the ground]

Naa…Is there a way to make the machine hand out more money? I thought the tags were like a gold card, where you just get the money you need. I already used up everything it gave me and now it won’t give me any more!

I’m hungry!

It didn’t even give me enough for lunch. Those food stands were really good too. I didn’t even get to try all of them! I only got to have the hot dogs, and the falafels, and the ice cream, and the soda, and the burgers, and the pretzels, and the pizza, and the tacos, and the eggrolls…

[ looks side to side instinctively as this is normally when a fan would hit his head or a gun shot would go off. However as nothing is stopping him he turns his pleading gaze back to the comm.]

I didn’t even get to try the burritos and the french fries and the corn dogs and the paninis. I don’t even know what they are but they smell so good!

If I beat up more bad guys and do more hero stuff will the machine give me more money for food?

[Plops down on the ground grasping his poor neglected belly]

What’s the point of giving me a place to stay if it’s not going to feed me? It can’t expect me to be a hero on an empty stomach!

I’m hungry. When do the tags refill?

I can get more food soon, right?

0001 ► video.

[notjudah.livejournal.com]

[Everything's black and there's heavy breathing and someone shouting. The screen focuses on a man's face, then body. He's wearing only an apron and is running through what appears to be Central Park. Behind him, a police officer comes into the frame.]

Can someone tell me when it became illegal to not wear pants in New York City? Because last time I did it, no one seemed to mind!

[He looks over his shoulder and shouts at the officer to "Get off my ass, you weasel-face!" (and he does, in fact, have a weasely-looking face) and jumps a fence. Along the way he drops his phone and hey! Lucky viewers, you get a nice shot of his ass as he runs away. He keeps going for a moment until he brings his hand to his face, intending to say something more. The cop is nowhere in sight and he veers back the way he came, nearly falling in the process of grabbing the comm before running off toward the MAC.

The video ends, briefly, before picking back up inside the building. He's sitting down on a sofa.] So clearly I can't just mosey on down to the store and pick myself up a pair of pants. This is like, my sixth try. Any kind soul out there willing to bring me some? And maybe a t-shirt, while you're at it? [A beat and he leans forward.] And shoes. I always forget about the "no shoes," thing. The second some guy sees you barefoot, they throw a fit. I know, what has this world come to...? [A shrug.] But, yeah! Pants! They'd be great! I'm sorta free-ballin' it right now, but I can fix that with pants! So help me out. Please.



[ ooc: Use your better judgment and please don't reply with kids, guys. :( ]

[Voice]

[shotyoudeadbang]

...

So that's dyin', huh?


Shit's overhyped.

I.◇ VIDEO

[crucifriction.livejournal.com]

[ The video opens up to Azrael, clad in both mask and suit, standing on the edge of a rooftop. While his left hand holds the communicator, the other hand wields the lit Sword of Sin, illuminating the dark night.

He more booms than speaks, projecting a sense of might, of power. ]

The City [ he spits ] is no different than Gotham, than many another—filled with vipers, drew thin by Satan’s will, steeped in sin! All of you, either evil, mad or ignorant of what wrongs you have done, what transgressions have occurred. I can tell that it’s been led far too long.

You must—you will repent, or you will be cast into a pit of fire and brimstone. [ He slashes the air, once; the flames dance after the blade. ] I will cast you there, City. I, Azrael, will take on the role as your judge, your savior and your destroyer, as God wills it!

[ ooc: permissions post for Judgement is here, fill it out, please! ]

00:02

[aliveandticking]

( cut for trolltext )

[text] 017 - "Thanks for the tea and sympathy..." (backdated to the 8th)

[fliesacomet260.livejournal.com]

Just in case there's anyone else who doesn't know, Hermione Granger has been ported out.

« THREE: video »

[toxicologies.livejournal.com]

[ there's Poison Ivy and she's not laying in her little flower jungle anymore. wherever she is, the grass is bright green despite the weather, and she's sitting at the edge of a pond, dipping her legs into the water. she's wearing a small lavender turtleneck sweater that barely barely reaches the top of her stomach. you can see the frost in the air as she exhales. ]

Water dropworts cause "sardonic grins" with poisonous roots and stems. The castor oil plant's seeds contain ricin and if eaten, kills within three to five days. If you burn manchineel, it causes blindness, and the fruit fatal upon consumption. There's dumbcane where everything about it is poisonous. [ she pulls a foot up out of the water before dipping her toes again ]

Deadly nightshade, belladonna, devil's cherry, dwale -- atropa belladonna -- one of the most toxic plants in the world. One leaf alone kills an adult, while all parts may cause hallucinations, convulsions, delirium, and so much more.

[ she raises a hand beside her and a tall pinkish flower blooms out of the ground. ]

Autumn crocus or colchicum autumnale contains colchicine which, when ingested, highly resembles arsenic poisoning and often causes comas and death. [ a pause and then she smiles a rather strange smile ]

But at least they're beautiful, hmm?

20th Memo- Message from the D.O.I.- [Video]

[maggotbone]

Tch. So the one time I leave the D.O.I. to Pam's hands and I'm still picking up the pieces. [She says this as if irritated. A sense of amusement is in her voice all the while] Don't worry, Pam. I'm not going to fire you. It was out of your hands, and- let's face it- you're too valuable to lose.

Long story short, the D.O.I. is working overtime to help with relief from the past turn of events. As big an inconvenience the whole ordeal was- what with the uproot and evacuation of a great population- let's face it: it could've been much worse. I'm choosing not to linger on too much on this issue, seeing as how I'm not too much of a fan of old news. Let's move on, shall we?

Seeing as how there was a recent influx of Imports, I guess I'll be the first of the Department to say "welcome", "sorry for the random upheaval of your life", "kick back and stay a while", and my personal favorite"stop whining and adjust already". Not that I really heard the lot of you complaining, but I'm just trying to cover all our bases here.

On a somewhat related note, social workers are still in high demand. Clearly I don't have the compassion to council some of the crybabies in the City. If you think you do, maybe a position at the D.O.I is right for you.

Oh, right. Newcomers? The D.O.I. stands for the Department of Integration- in a nutshell it's a part of the government dedicated to immigrant/import to native relations.

I think that covers everything for now..

comparative literature.

[seamslegit.livejournal.com]

[ voice ]

[Tap. Tap. Tap.]

Tell me, is this device on? Its quaintness is charming, really. But I really work better with more modern equipment.

[The tapping is replaced by a genteel and slightly awkward laugh.]

Do forgive me any little stumbles I make. I'm not accustomed to being amongst so very many humans, or to addressing a network full of people instead of having a private conversation over lunch. I prefer a more personal touch than this. But we all must make do with what we have.

I thought about this most peculiar situation on my way from the labs in which I arrived to the "metahuman apartment complex"--and, not to seem ungrateful, but may I say that is a rather unwelcome name? I hardly consider myself even metahuman--as I was saying, I thought about the circumstances in which I now find myself on my way to my new quarters, and I can't help but recall a tale of science fiction I read in my escapist youth. It was the story of a group of soldiers, loyal Cardassian citizens all, who found themselves transported into the past, where they faced the superstitious spirituality of our ancestors. It addressed how loyalty and sacrifice lead inevitably to the progress of civilization, and so--to answer the question I am sure you all have, which is what some silly story has to do with my rather unexpected presence here on twenty-first-century Earth--it was, in the end, about heroism.

[And abruptly, the feed switches to VIDEO. The face looking down at the device wears a cordial but puzzled smile. It's also distinctly alien.]

But I'm afraid the artificial intelligence that greeted me has it very wrong this time. You see, I am no hero. I'm only Garak--plain, simple Garak.

014; video

[bedeviledspider.livejournal.com]

[ Why, look, City! It's... Reilly's apartment. How exciting. Oh, there's also a Reilly in it, frowning at his communicator and tapping the screen as if that will help somehow. Despite his frustration with his technology, however, he manages to crack a nervous smile. ]

Stupid thing better be worki... I mean. H- Hey everyone! I'm back.

Note to self: Be more careful with your powers in the future. Wow. I can't believe I die-- d-did that. Never mind, there are more important things than my mortality. Or lack thereof. Like May, for example. [ The oh-so-forced cheerfulness is replaced with the sternest voice. ] Where. Are. You?

And Cass. I...

[ He stops then. His eyes go wide as emotions flash through them -- he looks sick and shocked and, for once, afraid. ] No. No!

[ The screen becomes a jumbled, blurred mess as he drops his communicator. Once it hits the ground, it films nothing but carpet. All that can be heard is an agonized scream. ]

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