arcanarum

[It takes a bit of fumbling, but Neytiri is finally able to switch on the video function of the communicating device she had been given. Irritated, she accidentally button smashes a few letter keys, and the result is a fuzzy connection between device and device's system, before it finally blinks back to normal. When the little light at the top of the device blinks, Neytiri speaks.]

What is the Island? It is not Pandora. It is not land of the People. [Her cat-like ears flick in distaste.] What are these leaders who think they may keep me captive? [She looks angry.] I have home. I have mate. I have life. Rulers cannot take life from me when it is not their life to take. They cannot tell me who I be or who I will be. But they did not listen.

They say I am Budderup, and how I shall be Budderup for rest of my life. I do not accept the fate they have chosen for me. I want to be home.

[She scrutinizes the device, still frowning.] They say you are like me. Taken without asking. What are you? Are you People? Are you captives? Pleaa-aase speak.

solitarynuvola

[A new transmission over the network.

The compact tilts wildly before Hibari's face comes on screen - perhaps one would be able to catch a glimpse of something purple in the background before it steadies and refocuses on the Cloud Guardian's irritated features. He's apparently gained a new crown, but this one's much more simple than the one that he had been wearing in that dreadful princess event (but it does seem much much brighter, like the sun). His eyes have also turned golden and seem to glow, a definite change from the blue that they'd been when Will Scarlet had been his denizen. Still, it doesn't look like he's got any other physical changes.]

These pathetic Rulers have decided to be fickle and grace me with a new denizen. Helios.

[And then the video disappears, but the audio still remains.]

New herbivores, try not to cause too much havoc. [Then a smooth transition over to Italian, spoken without much of an accent at all. He has had time to work on his Italian for the past... oh, ten years, after all.] How many Vongola herbivores are here now? [And with that, the transmission ends.]

[If anyone decides to drop by and check on Hibari, they'll find that there's a few flaming winged horses hanging around the front of the house, not to mention a wicked golden chariot - if anyone other than Hibari tries to use it, however, be prepared for the horses to toss you out. The rain doesn't seem to affect the horses at all, but that might be because the water just evaporates once it even gets near the horses' bodies.]

(ooc: I can't seem to get rid of the *kyouya hibari tag, so if one of the mods could do it for me, it would be greatly appreciated. mo__om)

Current Mood: indifferent

araudi

[It seems what Alaude defines as the proper response to waking up in a strange room in a completely different universe is simply to collect the items on the bedside table, exit the room, and enter the kitchen to make himself a cup of hot milk tea.

The reasons for his reaction can easily be explained.

First off, he is technically a dead man, so he doesn't care much for the potential repercussions of drinking liquids from an unfamiliar setting. If he really is alive and he dies again, then he'll just return to his normal state which is actually preferable to his current situation.

Secondly, he still has considerable skepticism about said current situation mentioned above. He has two choices at the moment. One, he can accept the idea that he has been disrupted from his eternal sleep to become Blackbeard’s replacement for some self-proclaimed Rulers and find out more information on this matter. Or, two, he can choose the more reasonable viewpoint that this is in fact a manifestation placed upon him by Daemon Spade wherefore he will enjoy carrying out the punishment the Mist Guardian will face for his audacity.

Thirdly, and last but not least, disregarding whether he is actually dead or alive, since he hasn't eaten or drank anything over one hundred years, he thinks he can reward himself with a cup of tea at the very least. Plus, if his circumstance happens to be the former and he has really been brought here to this world through the powers of these insolent Rulers, it'll be absolutely foolish of them to poison the person they had bothered to bring here right away. And, if it is the latter, it means he's already dead, so it refutes the problem as a whole.

After putting away the ingredients for his drink, Alaude makes the short move to the living room where he proceeds to settle down on the couch. He sets the cup aside, reaching into his pocket to take out the note. Rereading it one more time, he crumbles it into a ball throwing it carelessly onto the coffee table as he directs his attention to the next thing in his possession – the pink compact. He plays with the device curiously as he picks the mug back up. Taking a sip from it idly, he manages to gain some semblance of an idea on how to, well, text. He honestly has no clue what the other two functions are for, and he doesn’t care either.]

The game you are playing is a nuisance, Daemon Spade.
Come out before I am forced to find you.

[momentary silence as he reflects on what he just wrote]

If this is not your doing, then I demand answers.
Show yourself, Rulers.

therarestgem

[when the feed comes on, it is sudden and scratchy, lying at an angle on the floor. it's obviously been knocked over]

--My goodness! This just can't be? Where am I?! Oh dear! Why, this is certainly not Ponyville at all!

[little white legs run across the screen to the right, accompanied by trotting noises]

And this can't be my room! [then to the left] It's so plain! I simply can't take this? Who is in charge? [back to the right again, pace pace] I have a very important spa treatment today and I mustn't be late! Hello? Hello?!

WHERE AM I?!

Current Mood: scared

get_the_win

[The compact switches on with a thud, the video at an odd angle. This post was clearly on accident. The area was surrounded by trees, and the wall surrounding the castle was in view and very close. A scuffle could be heard off screen. Someone was obviously fighting against one of the unusually aggressive beasts that lived in the forest. There was a yelp from the beast, and the sounds of it quickly retreating. Then Domon steps in to view. He doesn't notice the dropped compact. Instead, he makes his way even closer to the castle wall, clearly intending to sneak in. The Rulers didn't seem to be trying to stop him. ...Yet.]

femininetomboy.livejournal.com

[ There is a deeeeeep sigh coming from this girl. ]

It doesn't seem like this rain will stop anytime soon, huh?

[ Madoka's sitting on the corner of her bed, glancing over to the window ]

Maybe I'm just too used to having a shop to take care of, but this is rather boring...

[ She lets herself fall backwards on the bed and then stares at the camera again ]

I don't suppose anybody would have some-- Ah, nevermind.

[ Asking for dolls or anything like that was nothing she should do. She could already imagine the boys laughing at her for it and even if they weren't here, she still needed to be mature now. It was not like she'd played with them much lately. She just liked keeping them around and on days like this she missed the times were she could just easily entertain herself with toys. ]

paysdelamour

Allo, tout le monde~!

[Francis beams to everyone paying attention on their compacts. He seems to be standing against the wall of his room, if the dungeon motif behind him is any indication. And he also seems to be wearing not only modern-day clothing, but colorful clothing, not something which would be allowed by the town's tailor for such a dark figure as the Phantom.]

You must have noticed my fabulous clothes, non? Would you believe they are handmade by none other than myself? [He lets out a bit of a chuckle.] Oui, oui, shocking, I know. I have been experimenting quite a bit with what and what we cannot summon with our imaginations. It turns out, while you cannot summon your clothes from back home - because it will disappear as soon as it appears - you can obtain the fabric and thread and the like, and make your clothes from your world this way.

This is where I come in, Mesdames et Messieurs. I will offer my services as a remarkable tailor - and as long as you can provide me with enough of a description of what you'd like, so that I may draw it out for you, then I will make it for you! Of course, this cannot happen for free. All I want in return are some of those little gold coins we all were given on our arrival. One coin per hour of work, that is all that I ask! Of course, bigger things will take longer, and therefore it is justified, non?

Simply contact me if you are interested. We can talk about it individually, if you would like to know more.

rollingroyalty.livejournal.com

[A mass text is sent around to everyone, declaring a Last Will and Testament:

Dear citizens,
This is Lord Lampo. Recently I have come down with the plague and lay dying as I write this.

I haven't been able to write a full will thing, so this will have to do.

To Ugetsu I leave my shield. You can use it as a replacement wok.

To Usagi I leave my wardrobe of pretty dresses, as I'm sure you'll look ten hundred times more stunning in them then even I would.

To Kesley I leave a reminder that you owe me pants, and some candies.

To Madoka Amano I leave the rest of my candy and a warning that a pretty girl like you should stay away from bad men like G. You can do so much better.

To Primo and the rest of the beautiful young ladies of this place, I leave my heart, because all of yours' will surely be broken upon my passing.

To G I leave nothing. You lose. Good day sir.

And as my last dying wish, I request all the ladies wear something sexy to my funeral.

[Lampo actually only has a little cold, but he just has to be overdramatic about it.]

((OOC: In case you can't read it, here's what the text says:
Dear citizens,
This is Lord Lampo. Recently I have come down with the plague and lay dying as I write this.
I haven't been able to write a full will thing, so this will have to do.
To Ugetsu I leave my shield. You can use it as a replacement wok.
To Usagi I leave my wardrobe of pretty dresses, as I'm sure she'll look ten hundred times more stunning in them then even I would.
To Kesley I leave a reminder that you owe me pants, and some candies.
To Madoka Amano i leave the rest of my candy and a warning that a pretty girl like you should
stay away from bad men like G. You can do so much better.
To Primo and the rest of the beautiful young ladies of this place, I leave my heart, because all of yours' will surely be broken upon my passing.
To G I leave nothing. You lose. Good day sir.
And as my last dying wish, I request all the ladies wear something sexy to my funeral.))

solitarynuvola

(ooc: Replies will be coming from

watchyourankles!)

[See this? Yeah, this is one aged down Hibari Kyouya, trying to make himself breakfast, after waking up in a very, very, strange place. His mother and father weren't present (not that they were usually present, anyway), but the strange thing was that there were no servants. So. He took it upon himself to make himself breakfast, resulting in much banging and crashing, all of which the communicator captures and broadcasts. To. The. Entire. Network.

If you dare to reply and end up distracting the youngster who's concentrating fiercely on toasting the bread, well, you might just get targeted for a good old ankle biting when he ends up finding you, wherever you are. Or a bludgeoning with whatever comes to hand.

Housemates will be woken up by the banging and crashing from the kitchen-- And possibly the faintest smell of burning bread. If you bother stepping out of your rooms and heading towards the kitchen, this young Hibari will be busy with toasting the bread that he found.]

femininetomboy.livejournal.com

Hey everyone!

I've been wondering... Do you share any traits with your chosen denizens? Or do you have any idea what connects you to them otherwise?

[ There had to be some kind of pattern after all... and after G's denizen change Madoka has become more curious about it then ever. If she already was forced to stay here, she might as well do good research.. ]

I personally share at least one thing with Cinderella...

rollingroyalty.livejournal.com

[This pretty pretty Princess does not look amused.

Possibly because said princess is really a man in a pretty dress, casually munching on a bowl of peas. He actually hates peas, but the irony of this couldn't be left alone]

I object. This is unsuitable for a Lord. [He sets the bowl aside with a grimace--ugh peas god gross healthy eating ew--and picks up the letter, waving it about]

I'm not a Princess. I want a change! I'm clearly the dashing prince come to save all the pretty damsels, can't they get that right?

[There is a long moment of silence filled with nothing but Lampo glancing around, as if not sure what to do next, or as if he's determined to take up as much of other peoples; time as possible. Probably both]

Is Primo here? I need to get in touch with him, probably. Maybe Knuckle? Actually-- I'll take anyone that's not Spade, Alaude, or G.

[He looks at the letter again and squints] ...Who's this Fairy Godmother chick? Is she at least pretty? And can cook? Need something sweet to get those peas taste out of my mouth... I need wine.

[And then he simply closes the communicator, bored with it now and off on a Quest for Good Wine. And possibly some pants.]

passed_torch

[The bit of video that comes across is pretty clearly from a device that's been dropped on a counter; Giotto's very confused, and more than a little on edge; he's wearing robes that most definitely aren't his, and looking between the note and the room, still a little disoriented - after all, he's supposed to be dead and all, and the last thing he'd remembered - wasn't exactly easy to draw a bead on, since the Ring'd been broken - he knew Talbot had been at it, but everything sort of numbed out after that, and he was pretty sure this wasn't a part of the old metalsmith's work.]

[After a minute he does notice the mirror and his key; he gives the mirror a dry frown.] A mirror. Of course. [Yep. Sarcasm. He's clicking it shut, cutting off the transmission - but it's going in his pocket, and he's heading outside, wandering the Lilac district trying to get his bearings, still on edge between what'd been going on back home and suddenly being ... apparently ghost-napped.]

femininetomboy.livejournal.com

[ Madoka is inside, staring out at the rain. In front of her there's a book which seems a bit like a diary, but if anybody paid closer attention it seems more like a list of information on Arcanarum that she's found so far, but it''s not much.
Not noticing the recording yet, Madoka puts her pen aside, now turning her whole body to the window ]

I wonder how everyone is doing... Kenta, Benkei.... Ginga... are you all well?

[ Her eyes seem a bit wet, but she's not crying. Instead she forces her attention back to the book, finally noticing the device's transmission ]

Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to...

[ And she quickly turns it off ]

hyperintuitive.livejournal.com

[Action for roommates]

[Tsuna has learned over the course of Reborn's tutelage to expect the unexpected. But somehow he still never does. So his first reaction to waking up in an unfamiliar room that looks nothing like any of the rooms in their base is to jump out of bed in surprise.]

Reborn! Where-?

[Only to discover two very interesting facts.

First, that he is wearing a dress. Second, that the dress apparently came with shoes. Shoes that have heels. This is important because the second he's up on his feet, he trips. Right into the dresser.]

HIIIE!!!

[And now everything that was on the dresser is on the floor. Good job, Dame-Tsuna.]

....ow. Why am I wearing something this embarrassing?!? Reborn?

[No answer. He wasn't even sure if he was expecting one or not.

Now that he's made enough noise to bother all the neighbors, he notices the compact that was knocked off the dresser. Except it looks more like a weird phone or something now that it's been turned on. There is really only one conclusion that he can draw from all this. But somehow he doesn't think he's lucky enough for this to be a dream. But this doesn't seem like something Reborn would do. At least, not in their current situation. He probably would do this if they weren't in the middle of a crisis....

He reaches for the compact hesitantly. Maybe someone is listening. ]

He- hello?

Can anyone hear me?

solitarynuvola

[VIDEO]

[See this? This is one Hibari Kyouya, looking rather bored - he's standing in the middle of the archery range (which is empty) with his bow in hand and his quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He glances around, before addressing the communication device.]

Someone fight me.

[IN PERSON]

[If there's anyone passing by the training grounds, they'll see Hibari practicing his marksmanship; feel free to join him, or challenge him to a fight. He'll gladly oblige you. Hey, he might even agree to having an archery contest!]

Current Location: training grounds

stormofvongola.livejournal.com

[What an ugly room.

What an ugly-looking room.

But, wait. Why the hell is he in a room? Eyes scanning the small expanse of the unfamiliar sleeping quarter, his brows furrows in confusion as he slowly sit up on the bed. He continues to inspect his surrounding while his mind works to organize his thoughts.

Alright, he remembers he went to visit the Tenth’s grave earlier and h— Shit. The Tenth! He was just talking to him, but then his time w—

No. No, that shouldn’t be right. He shouldn’t be in a room, he should b— ]

What the fuck is going on here?!

[Silence.

Of course. What does he expect? But, he swears, if this has anything to do with Shoichi, he is more than ready to teach him a lesson. A painful lesson, at that.

Throwing the covers off of him, his green hues land on a few items on the dressing table at his side. And, it is just when he reaches out to collect them that he realizes something very, very wrong.]

WHO THE HELL DRESSED ME?!

[A robe. A goddamn robe.

He was in a robe. Pulling at the fabric with unhidden distaste, he instantly slides off of the mattress to roam around the room. Where are his clothes? Where are his weapons? But, most importantly, what the fuck has happened to his cigarettes?!

Attempting to calm down, he returns to the bedside table to pick up the trinkets. Okay, there is money, a key (presumably for the door), and a circular device…

Dumping the first two items down on the rumpled sheets, he flips open the compact, scrutinizing it suspiciously. Then, after a few minutes of playing with it, he finally uses it once he figures out all of its functions.]

Hey. Hey. [glares right into the screen]

If this is some kind of game, I’m not interested in playing it! You better come here and give me back my clothes right now or I’m going to kick your ass. Do you hear me? I have way more important shit to do!

[momentary pause] Oh, and, by the way, don’t forget my lighter or my cigarettes.

komabue.livejournal.com

[ After much fiddling and trying to get it to stop throwing out glitter at him. Ugetsu regretfully is quite naked and covered in a sheet, a blush on his cheeks. How unbecoming...it doesn't help the video is upside down...]

I...I believe this works when I speak into this. If so, then hello, my name is Asari Ugetsu, or just Ugetsu. Regrettfully, I have been dropped off here and...well with a few more appendages then I originally thought I had.

[ pulling back the sheet, he reveals a set of bunny ears from his head, which lay flat at the time in his embarrassment. Not only that but the tip of his nose is rather pinkish and he looks smaller then his normal size. His front teeth are more prominent, and his eyes are turning a little bit darker then their usual deep blue. ]

If this is one of Lampo's jokes, then I assume he would be ever so kind to remove the ears.

Lastly, I would really like some clothes, if it's not too much trouble for anyone...

honkibakuhatsu.livejournal.com

[Yukito flicks the lid of the communicator opened reluctantly. He'd rather figure things out on his own, but the past few days of snooping has lead him nowhere. In the screen, he's looking particularly sour as he tries awkwardly to adjust the angle so that only his head, and not the shimmering blue dress he is robed in, could be seen.

He doesn't even take one glance at the inconspicuous box sitting beside his feet.]

Hey. Whoever is listening, I just have one simple question. Does anybody know anything abo--

[A sudden explosion cuts his words short. The next minute, he finds himself covered from head to toe in a blizzard of sparkling glitter.]

...Does anybody know where I could get some new clothes?

(ooc: no tag yet, will properly tag it whenever the mod adds me :D)

solitarynuvola

What is this package supposed to do.

[He'd shot an arrow into it. And it had exploded into glitter and confetti. Ew.]

moirailcompass

:33 < it s33ms like everyone has b33n getting these strange gifts
:33 < i didnt really touch mine
:33 < it smelled kind of weird and back in my world
:33 < well you kinda had to be carefurl about everything
:33 < i dont really trust it so ill just leave it there
:33 < has anyone figured out what they are fur yet?
:33 < i also have a second question
:33 < to those of you who have b33n outside
:33 < have the townspeople treated you
:33 < i dunno
:33 < kinda weird?
:33 < i mean they look purrty strange to me too
:33 < since im still not use to humans
:33 < but i cant help but f33l its something diffurent :((
:33 < theyre always giving me these odd looks and
:33 < i dont know
:33 < something just kind of f33ls off
:33 < its unnerving

((ooc; if her text bothers you let me know and I'll type in plaintext. Or reply in voice/video if you choose one of those~))

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