22 May 2013 @ 04:13 pm
Hello there, I suppose it's been a while since I've actually addressed the network.

[A familiar golden haired gangster pops up on the feed, looking a little bit more sleepy than usual.]

I've been awake thinking of possibilities concerning...well. I have a question, actually, and I'm wondering if any of you can enlighten me with my thinking here. [It's apparent by his face that he's a little uneasy trying to come out with words, but...here goes nothing.]

How many of you are familiar with mafias? [He knew this question was going to arise sooner or later, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint when it would come up in his questioning.] Or, rather, with how a mafia works in the first place. [A pause.] ...in case you haven't known, or I haven't told you, I've actually ran one once.

I'm curious to see what you people actually think of these groups, good or bad, and see what ideas you have for such a mafia and how it should be run. And to see if it actually agrees with my opinions or not. Not that I would agree with everything, I just want ideas is all. Maybe I'm thinking of bringing about a little group here myself, who knows.

...and if you want to ask questions concerning the matter, feel free to ask me- I'll try to answer any questions I can about the group I run, or about the mafia in general. I'd be free to answer.
 
 
07 May 2013 @ 04:05 pm
[ when the feed flickers on, it is in a clear, open training room in the arena. it was difficult to find a training outfit, despite all the help the natives had given itsuki--it's nothing like what is usually worn to practice in the manor. instead, just opting for a simple yellow tunic and comfortable navy blue slacks with medium-length hair tied into a low ponytail, training begins. dummies are strewn about the room, and with each dummy, a move is practiced. a certain type of powerful kick, or bruising takedown, or open-palmed hit.

when itsuki is finished, hazel eyes turn to the feed and a respective bow shows the end of the training session. ]


Hello, I am Itsuki Myoudouin.

I'm looking for a hand-to-hand combat training and sparring partner.

If there's anyone here that would be able to meet regularly, to hone their skills, please, contact me.

[ a nod. ]

Thank you.

[ itsuki hesitates, looking a bit uncertain and a little green, before moving. the feed is cut off. ]
 
 
03 May 2013 @ 11:58 pm
[Well... this little trainer has some things on his mind. He's sitting on the back of his Torterra, up against the tree and smiling shyly at the camera. He reaches up to his hat, grabbing the tip of it and nodding a little at everyone before he speaks up.]

Hey Asgard, been a while for me. So... I've noticed that... well, there's not a lot of us trainers left at all. So of course, we're a little short on people over at Poketopia-... ehehe... if you want a job there, it would be best to ask Hilda about that, she's the boss after all.

In any case! Those nightmares and stuff were really freaky before- right? So instead I'd rather have some happy times. What's your favorite thing to do? Or just stuff you like in general, I guess.

Like for me, I really love baking, and taking care of my Pokemon of course.

[Torterra makes a sound at that, moving a little and Lucas tries to steady himself on the back of the large turtle.]

Aah... oh! I also liked digging in the underground! Finding fossils was really neat, I remember finding several of them and... well, people could revive the fossils back home and they'd become Pokemon again! Technology is great... but yeah, I wanna hear from you guys too!
 
 
17 April 2013 @ 07:01 pm
Ah, hello! ヾ(^-^)ノ My name is Myoudouin Itsuki, I've just recently arrived here. It's nice to meet you. I hope I'm using this communication device correctly; I only know how to turn on the text function so far, sorry. It seems there's a learning curve with it...

I have something very important to ask. I'm looking for a creature. His name is Potpourri, he's white and yellow... he has a really cute lisp and is very small and so adorable! (人´∀`*) I need to see if he's here. I'm his protector.

Along with Potpourri, I'm looking for three of my close friends, Hanasaki Tsubomi, Kurumi Erika and Tsukikage Yuri. Tsubomi-chan is fourteen with long dark red hair. She's a bit shy and introverted and sometimes wears glasses. Erika-chan is thirteen with shoulder-length dark blue hair, is very energetic and driven. They both should be together... Yuri-san is seventeen with long hair and glasses. She's very calm and collected.

Even if they aren't here, thank you for listening! I look forward to meeting everyone I can and helping to protect our worlds.

Ah--one last question. The woman told me that my power is... healing? Does anyone know how to use it? My powers were very different at home. I'm afraid I have no idea how to make it work. Or how any of the powers work, actually... how many different powers are here?
 
 
05 April 2013 @ 10:48 pm
[The rarest of occasions has happened it seems. Kirino, not realizing at all, had tossed her bracelet somewhere in the room, what appears to be on the floor no less, and the feed accidentally turned on. Something has been bothering her for the last little while, something that has suddenly jumped up on her and there's no hiding it anymore. She misses him, more than anything she wants him around, she wants to hear his stupid voice, she just wants him back.

Call her childish, like she cares, she'll do anything to see her brother again.

The video catches her sitting in her room, leaning against a wall in there and she brings the back of her hand up to her face, covering her mouth as she stifles a cough. She's gotten herself sick over it, physically ill and mentally drained. This happened in America too when she went to visit for a few months at that training camp, she became sick from just missing her brother and wasn't able to compete properly. After he came to get her, she became better right away but now....]


....I hate him. [No she doesn't, he's her precious brother and she loves him more than anything. She shakes her head, a muffled sob now against that hand of hers as she tries to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths and trying not to become hysterical. When she opened her eyes again she spotted the bracelet, her eyes widening and she quickly grabbed it, turning it off.

A little while later she wrote something however.]


do you miss anyone from back home?
 
 
30 March 2013 @ 01:03 pm
[Well, it's been a while since this face has been on the network visibly. Someone's been keeping a very low profile since her last 'episode,' but after the trip south it feels a little pointless to keep up the charade. So, here the red-head sits.

She's behind the counter of Pinch of Sage on a stool, leaning forward and looking at the screen. The stock behind her looks mostly like the usual. Garlic, sage and a collection of herbs hang there. She's sipping something that, from the look on her face is just god-awful. Setting it to the side, she taps the counter. On it is a small egg carton with what look like lightly colored eggs with paper wrapped at the top and a few small bottles.]


Alright, so we're back from the trip down south to get intel. I'm going to let other people who know how to organize crap that needs to get organized handle the sharing of information. In the meantime, a few orders of business.

One, [Another tap at the counter.], We're still open over here at Pinch of Sage. You need herbal cures, there's my place and Euri's, and we offer medicines of pretty much any variety you can get in Asgard. Don't be shy coming in. My staff's a lot more friendly than I am.

I've got new alchemical stock in, and there's been a change of policy. We're in a war, and you need whatever weapons you can get. So, I'm going to come out and say it. I specialize in poison-making using the magic herbs. It's not as good as your powers, so don't bank on it, but some days you don't have enough juice, and you take what you can get. Ask, and I'll tell you what it does. It's available, and I'm not going for a big profit on it, but that doesn't make it cheap. We're not responsible for what stupid crap you do with it. You start screwing each other over with poisons, that's on your head. You use 'em on me, it's definitely your head.

These little eggs [She lifted one gently] are new. Draco, I've had some luck with the inhalants. They're old japanese style egg bombs. Toss 'em at someone and they'll burst a bit of powder that, when they breathe it in, it'll mess 'em up for a little bit. Not long, since it can't have much potency, but every second counts sometimes. Draco, you, Euri or Hermione can stop by and I'll give you the run-down on what I found.

[Setting the egg down and put her hands up under her chin. Her face had a distasteful quirk to it.]

Two, For those of you bothered by the last time you saw me, I've taken some steps to help them make sure it doesn't happen again... hopefully. I'm branded, magically. I don't know who's got the stone that tracks me, and I don't want to ever know. Don't ask around and don't tell me. If I get loose again, they can find me a lot faster and put me down before it goes haywire again.

We're going to stop this one way or another. I'd apologize, and in fact I will if you got hurt and I haven't already, but words are cheap. I'm sick of hurting people. Anyone helping keep me under control needs to get ahold of me, you know where to find me.

[She sighed and took another sip from her cup, wincing and coughing. God, she hated the stuff.]

Three, I'm not the only person out there that's ever had problems going crazy. Werewolves in some worlds have that problem. Vampires sometimes have bloodlust. Lots of folks out there struggle with another side of them, in their world and sometimes here too. I've been thinking about this a lot. Look, if you guys want help, I don't know, dealing with the feeling you're not always in control of your actions the way you want to be, stop by. We can talk. I might try setting up a ... I guess you'd call it a support group or something. All anonymous. No names, no sharing with others. Just, somewhere you can talk. Might help.
 
 
19 March 2013 @ 07:26 pm
[ The person on the feed today isn't actually Austin O'Brien- it's a much shorter person, a redheaded girl. Guess who decided to practically jack another person's bracelet (you can see her holding his arm at the bottom of the screen...). Oh well, at least Asahi seems in a good mood, a wide grin on her face. ]

Yo, everyone! There's a real good friend of mine looking to make some new friends, so everyone make sure to talk to him, okay! [ She turns the camera so O'Brien is in view instead, looking...as uncomfortable and taken by surprise as anybody who's met him will have probably seen him. By the way, she just decided he should make friends, this was not a decision on anyone's but her part. ]

Asahi, what-

I know he seems sort of serious and maybe even like a party pooper, but he's actually a pretty good person! And he eats chips just like us normal people, believe it or not!

[ Not as if O'Brien's helping that cause, though. He's shifted to looking pretty deadpan again, turning to the screen ] I never told her to do this.

...Well, good luck with making friends! [ It seems more aimed at O'Brien, but then she's.. already running off...

O'Brien just sighs, looks at the feed, and turns it off. Asahi come on... ]


[ ooc: This is Asahi/[personal profile] integrous, this is O'Brien. She's already run off, so you're just getting him, though! ]
 
 
10 March 2013 @ 10:14 pm
[those who have been in Asgard for a while may recognize the girl on camera now. Chie looks just a bit out of it, but the familiar cheerful smile is on her face, as expected. it's been a while since anyone would have seen her last, but she looks like she's doing okay.]

You know, it's kinda weird to think I've been here for a year already. It seems like just yesterday that I got here... but I wonder if it still counts with how much I've been out of it lately. [as she says that, her smile falls a little.] I really have to keep my hands on my bracelet from now on. You'd think I'd be better about that kinda stuff... I'm really sorry if I worried anyone.

[...and just as fast as it had appeared, the frown goes away to be replaced by her usual expression.] But hey, I get that now's not the time to mope and stuff. Spring's a time for new beginnings and all that, right? I think I came in at the right time, too—we're getting a new wave of newbies now, aren't we? Welcome to Asgard, you guys! Talk about new beginnings, huh? I hope you're not too out of it or anything... like I'm one to talk. Anyway, if you need any help adjusting, feel free to ask! I mean, I think I know a good amount about this place, and I like helping out! I just wouldn't be able to answer things about stuff that's happened recently—and speaking of that, would anybody be able to tell me what I've missed? Nothing too big happened, right?

... And I guess that's it! Here's to a good new year for all of us. Sheesh, I really need to get used to this again.
 
 
03 March 2013 @ 04:57 pm
[Blondie over here is sitting in a chair, twirling a rose in his hand.]

A bit preoccupied I have been with trying to learn more about this place. Of course, I still have much to learn, what with the recent events that have transpired, but I'm sure it won't be of any hindrance of things that will come up in the near future.

But that's not why I'm making this. I feel this may be a little more personal, but with the way things are, does that really matter at this point?

[He placed the rose down, his eyes shifting to the bracelet on his wrist.]

"Resolve". That word has been stuck in my mind for quite some time. What exactly does your "resolve" involve? Is it one to be admired, or is it one that is grotesque and horrifying? I've been told that mine has been rather admirable, yet to others, it might seem reckless and rather terrifying. However, I achieved my "resolve" a while back, making me rather...content.

...what is your resolve? [The rose finds it way back to his hand, as he plucks a petal from it.] I want to see if I can admire it.
 
 
13 February 2013 @ 01:03 am
I lost my bracelet, again.

[ Tavros kneads his temples with one hand, checking the date with a little frown. Wow. He really lost his bracelet this time. Groan. ]

I'm pretty sure that, lost me, is even clumsier than regular me. Which is, really saying something. How is everyone? Did I miss, anything interesting? Uhh, and also, welcome to all of the new people, who are here now. I can answer questions, or something, that might pertain to any queries you might have, about this place.
 
 
10 February 2013 @ 02:42 pm
George not one to complain but this worst jungle George ever seen.

[The long-haired man facing the video feed nods solemnly. If there is one thing the King of the Jungle knows it’s jungles.]

See, most important thing in jungle is trees. Trees home for animals. George not see many animals. Without home, animals go elsewhere. George want go elsewhere too.

[George thump—sorry. Our intrepid, leopard-skin wearing hero thumps his chest for emphasis.]

George try climbing building but building not got branches for climbing like tree. Then George try swing from strange round vine, but vine break and George get owie. George not mind owie so much. George strong! But if George not got vines to swing from, then George sad. George go look for better jungle.

So, if gods want George to stay and protect jungle, gods better plant lots of trees. George not demanding. George help! But George just saying. This jungle needs a lot of work.

[And with another sage nod, George ends the feed. Or tries to. It appears that the state of Asgard’s jungle is not the only problem facing our beloved Jungle King.]

Why strange button not work? George sure George press just like grey ape with no face show Geor—

[And thus George’s first network post came to a sudden end.]
 
 
08 February 2013 @ 09:37 pm
[ video/action for baldr. ]
Okay, so it's been what — a day, since I got here. And it isn't so bad I guess, if not kinda boring.

[ There's a beat, and the sound of a piece of paper ruffling can be heard off screen. ]


That's not really what I wanted to talk about, though. I know this is supposed to be some different world, something along those lines, but I was wondering—

[ The moment he tries to hold up the sheet though, Arcanine decides that it's a good idea to suddenly interrupt and attempt to press her face against the camera like so. Thrown off guard by the sudden attack, the paper flutters off somewhere in the distance. ]


—Wha?! Hey, what do you think you're doi—

[ The video cuts off there, and it'll be a good five minutes before the next portion shows up. If anyone happens to be outside Baldr at the moment, they may be able to catch a disgruntled Blue trying to calm down the way too excitable Pok
émon. ]
[ text. ]
… Ignore the video from before. Technical difficulties. [ Except not really. ]

But this is actually what I wanted to show earlier. It's something that comes from my world, and I wanted to know if I was the only one or not. If it means anything to you, let me know?

[ Drawing is one of the few things Blue doesn't pride himself in. Though, a Pokéball is simple enough he thinks — and far more universal than an actual Pokémon. Else, he'd just showcase his Arcanine. … But that had already happened, didn't it. ]

 
 
02 February 2013 @ 01:06 am
[A yawn can be heard as the blonde-haired boy stared blankly into the bracelet, rotating it around as it was on his wrist. Well, looks like the thing is working properly, might as well address something.]

I'll never be able to get over how something like this, and such a place, can exist. One cannot doubt what life can throw at someone such as myself, and instead, I take it with open arms. With that out of the way, I think it's only formal to address who I am. Some of you know who I am already, but at this point, it seems irrelevant.

[This was a lot easier then he expected, alas, Giorno cannot help, but smirk at the ease of this. He needs something like this for Passione, but seeing as how that's not possible at the moment...]

Giorno Giovanna. Now then, unto the reason for making this...

It seems that after a little chat with someone I recently met here, it came to my attention that I need to...socialize. [The side of his mouth budged at the mention of that word. Jeez, this really is awkward.] And these bracelets seem to help out a lot in that matter. However, if you want to converse, feel free. If not, be on your way, I don't have time to waste on you. [He says this, a stare that pierces the soul.] ...did I sound harsh?
 
 
01 February 2013 @ 02:12 pm
[ This took a long time to decide, but she finally got the courage to step up and do it. Those DVDs have been left untouched since she bought them, and she can't let them wait forever, knowing there are other people who may enjoy this. She's a little overinvested in this series... ]

Hello, everyone in Asgard. There's an announcement I want to make.

For those who know of Nightlight or took part in the club months ago, but also those who don't but could be interested... I have found the entire movie saga a few days ago. I would like to share it with you all if possible, which is why I'm sending this message right now.

I'm going to set a movie marathon tomorrow in the Sigyn House on day 215. Early afternoon, around 4 PM. Everyone is invited. I think we have enough space. Also, you can bring your own food, but I'm going to provide some as well.


[ That being said... ]

My Pokémon egg also hatched, finally. Let me thank the people who advised me and helped me through the process. She's healthy and eating right now. I'll be busy for the rest of the day, but if you want to see her, let me know.

(( OOC: There will be a log of the marathon in the next days! o/ ))
 
 
17 January 2013 @ 03:35 pm
[The image is a somewhat rare sight. Samantha is seated behind a worktable. There are a series of beakers in front of her and she seems to have something or another bubbling in a larger one of them. She takes a whiff of it and nodded in satisfaction before shifting to the side and looking at the camera.

Did she have a sort of smirk on her face?]


So, here I am working on magical defenses against the rigors of making certain fish-brained, fin-rotted, purple-obsessed morons look like chumps, and I was almost curious if they were making any progress with their "White Sciences" [Yes, she actually made the quote signs with her fingers as she said that, snickering.] in preparing my ultimate downfall. I mean, it isn't as if they don't prattle about all the ways they're going to have me at their mercy, and I was honest to god wondering if all of that was just a bunch of hot air.

...this is Eridan Ampora. What the hell am I talking about? Of course anything Captain Ahab's said's all hot air.

[Another snicker. Anyone who knew Samantha very well might recognize that some of it was effected bravado. She was still struggling with what her feelings were about him, but these little games were much easier to play on the network, and part of her had a feeling he'd get a kick out of shouting back at her.]

But, since I was thinking about it, I got to thinking some more. What really are the differences between magic and science? It's not like I haven't talked with a few of you about this, and I know what a certain moron thinks on the subject, but all the same with the power turned back on through the runes so to speak and with us able to affix just a little bit of the power of this world into a potion, I was wondering what some of you might have thought was the difference.

Oh, and Ahab, I am expecting great things out of you. Just so you know. Don't think I'm sitting idle over at the shop all the time.