Chii...?

[At first, Chii only appears to be curious, bringing her bracelet up right in front of her face and inspecting the feed. But, after only a few moments of this, her brow furrows in obvious concern, and she pulls the device back away from her face. She seems to be only vaguely aware that someone is watching or listening to her, and speaks almost as if she is addressing the device itself.]

Chii is not in Tokyo...

Where is Chii?

Where is Hideki? Chii cannot find Hideki...!

Okay, so. Weapons. We're clearly gonna need 'em, if this whole dragony-thing and Odin's mostly-useless-but-semi-informative babbling are any indicator. I know there are some good -- um... Various types of thing-smiths out there, but... I guess this is a poll? How many of you know how to make decent, strong weapons? And more important, I guess, is - how many of you know how to use them? Because if we're gonna become an army, we need to be well-trained. There's a lot of work to do. I'll do classes. Seminars, training - call it whatever you want.

[ Okay, that'll do for now. ]


LOCKED ;; PRIVATE - UNHACKABLE ;; TO DEAN WINCHESTER.
( private to dean ;; )

This is bullshit.

Can't a bloke be prepared to face his fate without some cosmic time screw-up yanking him away to another dimension?

[Heavy sigh.] Bollocks.

Jack? Someone? Please don't tell me I'm in this place by myself; there's only so much insanity I can take.

Fascinating! [we hope you don't mind tuning into hearing Leonardo's excited rambles as he discovers the new area he's in.] This place is positively fascinating-- I had thought that perhaps it was merely a dream, but it is far too detailed for that! The colors and the sheer mythology in this place-- [Leonardo laughs, clearly not at all upset by his arrival.] I look forward to learning more!

I seem to have gotten all the possible information from the maid that greeted me, but there is so much more to know! How did the Gods bring us here? What criteria did they chose us by? Will we be returned home, at any juncture? Why were we chosen to be be in the houses we are, and moreover, how did it come to give us such strange powers?

[he laughs again, though the sound is a bit more wry, this time.] Well, I suppose these are all things we will have to find out without the help of those more powerful than we are.

Though, I am curious-- Ezio? Are you here? [best not to call him out by his full name, in case anyone more objectionable is here... but finding out if Ezio is or isn't present will do much to drop more clues about what is really going on.]

--Ah! And my name is Leonardo da Vinci! I look forward to meet all the rest of you who have arrived in this place. [and with that, he cuts out. he needs to continue exploring this Odin -- house.]

[There's a handsome, David Bowie lookalike greeting the video, but that's probably secondary to what's behind him. A pair of large, white wings are clearly sitting on his back. There's a coldness in his eyes, and anyone that's come face to face with him might recognize this man as Lucifer. Otherwise, he'll keep it to himself for now.]

I can't say that I'm uninterested, especially by who you would associate me with. But I feel like gods should know best to not attempt to employ me for any kind of loyalty. Simply asking may have been wiser.

[But with address to the gods done, he sighs. Now he just looks bored.]

I was almost worried that I was in the realm of gods who made me mortal for their own amusement. Instead, I don't even seem to need to worry about treading on their feet. There is no one here that I can see to be worth that effort.

So, humor me. What are the tales that you have heard of the devil? If the gods have the power to bring me here, then I'm sure there are many cultures and beliefs that they have reached. I'd like to see which ones they picked.

[It took a little time, investigating this bracelet thing, but hey he got the Video function to work without a hitch. At last, a small victory.]

So that's how it works. Didn't think it would be that easy, considering the luck I've had so far.

[The kid, Henry, outwardly looked calm enough considering the situation. Granted he had his nerves shaken enough trying to get the D Power to work before worrying about the bracelet. Still, the bracelet was a mystery on itself, it seemed similar to his digivice, and yet completely different.]

[Is this even the Digital World? The letter called it Asgard, and I've never seen this place in the game. But then again, the maid who gave me the letter didn't have a face, so I'm definitely not on Earth. I don't get it, how did I get separated from Terriermon and the others? Could it have something to do with the portal?]

[So I might not be the only one who's lost then.]

Hey, um, I don't really know what's going on here with this city, but I've lost my friends. My name is Henry Wong, I'm looking for Takato, Rika, Jeri, Kazu, and Kenta. They're all about my age, and they're all pretty hard to miss. [UNDERSTATEMENT] Also, has anyone seen a little guy named Terriermon around here? He looks kindof like a cream-colored rabbit with a big mouth on him. I'm having a hard time tracking him down, so any news is better than nothing.

[ Here Asgard, have a personal take of a PSA from a man with dark, messy afro-like hair fiddling with the bracelet. His voice gives off an slightly audible Irish accent. ]

Hey. Hello? [ Frustrated grunt. He half-mumbles the next two lines-- ] This better be working. I haven't got the time to look like some obvious nerd that spends his powerless time talking into a bracelet.

Powers, powers...

Ah yes. Hello! [ Finding out the bracelet works, he says this part more cheerily. ] Name's Nathan. Nathan Young. [ He flashes a sheepish grin. It falters. ]

So as you all maybe have figured out, or quite frankly, haven't; I'm trapped in this rather dull city. That's great, fantastic! Like my life wasn't any worse already, being buried alive and altruistic shit like that. But losing my powers? That one's a ball-breaker, literally.

Isn't there some kind of saying, one of those urban legends or whatnot, that a male's superiority stems from his supernatural ability?? And the size of his testicles??

[ He pauses, as if waiting for laughs, then continues. ]

I'm not about to start begging for my powers back, like some pathetic loser that can't take the heat. I am just highly in favor of them -- being nice to have, and all that. Safe, too! People like me, you know, with the gorgeous looks and the attractive personality -- they're the ones who end up getting attacked at night! Beaten! Jumped! I'll bet you there's a good amount of jealous gangbanglers here. Watching. Waiting. [ He shakes his bracelet for emphasis. ]

So if I die tonight.. [ Tsk, tsk. ] Gods, it's on your hands. Probably in your eyes, too. Maybe even in your clothes. Blood: it gets everywhere - like STD viruses in a innocent virgin.

[ Siiiigh. ]

[ when the feed clicks on, it's not entirely clear whether it's meant to be video or not, or if, indeed, there was any intent — originally, at least — to broadcast at all. what this means, in other words, is that anyone watching is greeted by a face — a pale, blonde teenager, to be more precise — who is the very image of sullen, coupled with grumpy and a dash of struggles to get a good night's sleep. this doesn't seem to be of particular importance to him, however, as he's mid-sentence: ]

—on't stand for this. [ arrogant and entitled could be added to the list of immediately obvious traits. despite this, however, he does look noticeably unnerved and a touch scared, both of which he's attempting not to show. success on this front, on the other hand, is completely questionable. ] I've no interest in bringing— [ a pause, and his brow furrows into a frown, lips curling in distaste. ] Life or whatever it is that woman said, to this world, or working for so-called gods. I was in the middle of something with actual importance to it.

[ there's another pause, and his expression flickers. it's clear that there's more he wants to say, but for as much as he's gifted with the rather marvellous ability to stick his foot in his mouth, it seems he's aware enough that it's perhaps not entirely wise to say everything on his mind at present.

not that it stops him from continuing.]

Whatever they are, apparently they think it's hilarious to go around messing with magic, giving it to all and sundry. [ there's a slight sneer as he utters the last few words. clearly, if the others here aren't witches and wizards from his world, aren't purebloods, there's absolutely no need for them to have any dealing with any kind of magic. ] And taking—. [ he doesn't get as far as finishing his utterance though, expression reflecting his utter distaste at acknowledging whatever he'd been about to say; it's easier to focus on practically anything and everything else than it is on the fact that he is without his own magic. ] They'll regret this. [ a beat, with the following — practically a muggle — muttered more or less inaudibly and almost certainly more to himself than anyone else. ]

[Mary's face flickers into view, showing a very confused-looking teenage girl who's staring into the camera (bracelet) with the intensity of a brain surgeon mid-operation. After a moment she seems to become aware that it's on and broadcasting, starts slightly, then sits back, talking at the camera with distinct awkwardness.]

Oh, god- is this even working? I- I think so. Okay, okay. [Clearing her throat and kind of sitting up a little.] Hi. My name is Mary Campbell and I know I'm not the only person trapped here.

[Deep breath. On closer view, she looks rattled. Like she's been crying, but long enough ago that she can hide it somewhat.] I don't know if anyone out there can hear me or if you know me, but I need help. If anybody can tell me what's really going on- and if there's any way to wake up. [Deep breaths, Mary. Keep it together.] I'd just really appreciate it.

[She takes a quick breath and moves as if to turn it off, but then abruptly spits out-] I'm in Sigyn. [She pronounces it wrong.] If that means anything to anyone. I don't know if it does. I don't know anything.

[A grimace (she knows she's losing her composure) and she turns the thing off abruptly.]

[ Here's a face that hasn't been seen often lately although if the way she seems to be staring intently off screen isn't a hint that she's been busy with other matters, her words are sure to clue her audience in. She pauses in what she's doing for a second to look at her bracelet, smiling warmly. ]

Hey, everyone! I know it's been a while since I've talked to any of you. [ A small, awkward giggle rings from her like she's been caught red-handed. She casts her eyes away, even as she continues to talk. ] I guess my new job's kept me busier than I expected.. -There! [ A book briefly makes its appearance in her free hand as she slots it into the shelf next to her. Kairi's attention then returns to the viewer, sheepish. ] You guys sure read a lot of books!

Anyway, I was thinking... Has anyone ever done murals before? I mean if you haven't, that's perfectly fine! I was just thinking that maybe it would be something to make the city feel a bit more like home. I found some paint and brushes earlier this week, but- [ Another laugh as she tilts her head and threads a hand through her hair. ] -I'm not sure if it'll be enough if a lot of people decide to do this, so! If anyone has anymore to offer or even if you just bring a brush for yourself, that would really help!

[ There's a pause as she scrunches her nose in thought. ] I'm thinking around the hospital might be a good place to start, but if you have any other ideas of where we could paint them, I'd be happy to hear them!

( ooc: Kairi's had this idea in her head ever since speaking to Enma (Pssst. Your fault~ ;D) and now she'd really love to set something up to go all out with this! I'm thinking I'll be posting a log tomorrow (to which I will edit a link into this post, so look out for it~ =B) for shenanigans be it paint fights, INTENSE ARTING, hurpa-durp-we-fail doodling, WRECKING HAVOC ON HARD WORK ('Wait- Was that mustache there before...?'), and more!

As a side note, if anyone wants to continue any prior threads with me, you are more than welcome to give me a heads up at my Ping!Box. I know I've been sparse here lately and I might have missed or lost the notifs. @@; And for that, I do apologize! )