arcanarum

[Well. Fuck.

He doesn't remember drinking, but he must really be some kind of inebriated. After all, it looks like his feet can't reach the floor. What is even up with that? But he sure doesn't feel like he had another round of Not So Sober fun time or else his head would be pounding. Hard. So, why does it seem like he's suddenly been hit with the Screwy Vision Syndrome?

He honestly doesn't remember taking a single sip of alcohol the day before. Which is pretty amazing considering his record ever since the Tenth arrived on the island. No, he is not going to think about that. That's just bad business all around. Can't he live a peaceful life where he doesn't have to deal with all this conflicted emotional bullcrap?

Apparently not. And where the hell did Hiba-chan go? He normally wakes up to the pup's teeth clamped around his ankle. Well, whatever. He must have ran off somewhere. It's going to be Spring soon, so isn't that sort of a red flag for Animals Gone Wild? Then again, do puppies even mate so early on? Why is he even thinking about this? What is wrong with him today?

Sliding off of the bed, the silverette rubs the back of his neck wearily as he takes a good glance around the room. But, hold on, what's this? Was that door there before? Holy shit, he must really be drunk. Shaking his head, he trudges his way out of his room deciding coffee might be a nice way to wake himself up. Maybe it'll fix his goddamn vision because everything looks so much... taller.

Wait. That isn't right. Even if his vision's messed up, there's no plausible explanation for the ridiculous height differentiation between him and the surrounding objects.] What th—

[Mirror.

He needs a mirror stat. Where the fuck does a guy find a mirror at a time like this?

Compact. Right. That's exactly where. Grabbing the small pink device off of the coffee table where he'd last left it, he flips it open in a rush, unknowingly pressing one of the many buttons on it.]

...... [eye twitch] Awh, hell no. [god does he wish he was drunk right now]

I'M A FUCKIN' MIDGET!!!

tenthboss

[ It had taken Tsuna awhile to figure out the communicator, and even longer to understand that he wasn't in that machine that Shouichi made. After a round of anti-"I'm having a dream" moments, he decided to take a look outside, after making sure that he was securely wrapped in sheets and a blanket, only to see the damage surrounding the island. Suddenly, he turns on the communicator, looking as angry and a pint sized mafia boss in a sheet toga can look... ]

Which one of you did this? I know some of you are here, so there isn't a point in hiding.

[ The feed cuts after a mumble of "This is coming out of someone's paycheck..." ]

vongolastorm

[Silly little mistletoe.

Have a bomber scrutinizing up at the plant suddenly decorating the front entrance. He hasn't been home for a while since he'd decided to go on an extended vacation at the local pub for the past...

Well, does it even matter how long he's been away? No, it doesn't. He just hasn't been around and that's basically that. A slender brow arches skeptically at the ornament, reaching up to bat at it with his finger. It's not like he's never seen one of these before; rather, it's just completely out of place considering the people who actually lives here.

He knows the entire "Winter Wonderland" theme has everything to do with the Rulers, but it still feels so peculiar seeing it at his place. Chewing idly on the cigarette dangling haphazardly at the corner of his mouth, he pushes open the door to the house, instantly freezing in his spot at what his eyes beholds. He feels his cig slip from its place between his lips to the frigid floor beneath as disbelief and incredulity rolls into one.] Fuck.

[Only a single word can accurately express the state in which his once simplistic home has become: festive. He grinds the already put out roll further into the ground, leaning against the frame of the entryway in a defeated sigh.] I'm not nearly drunk enough for this. [A hand tucks into the pocket of his pants as his mind went back to the days when Christmas was something to look forward to. It was a considerably brief period of time now that he's honestly thinking about it. Just those few years after he'd met the Tenth.

But, after the Boss had "died", he's stopped celebrating it again. Funny how that works. Scritching at the back of his neck, he lulls his head to the side for a moment, narrowing his eyes. Okay, enough with the trip down memory lane. What should he do now? He hasn't shown his face here in weeks, maybe even months. He guesses he can either turn back around and trek back to the Fluffy Duckling or he can face the storm that undoubtedly awaits him.

The former doesn't sound bad at all. But, sadly, the latter is the one he can no longer postpone. Taking in a deep breath, he graciously lets his presence be known in a very, very loud and flat tone.]

HIBIRD, I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOME. [Of course he sends his greeting to the bird. Of course.]

serpente

[ Cold. That's the first thought in his mind when he wakes up now. Despite the extra blankets piled on top of him and wrapping around his body like a cocoon, he lies curled up on his bed without moving, feeling very, very strange. There's something wrong about feeling as cold as he does and not wanting to move an inch. No, it's not so much his lack of movement as it is...ah, he doesn't feel the urge to shiver.

It takes all his energy to extricate his arm and reach over for his communicator, flip it open, set a cursory filter and then speak into it. He's too tired to even try and cover up the fact that he's tired. ]

If either of you left the windows open, I will cut off your fingers.

gordianknots

[So after this guy's apperance yesterday, Waver has been restless. Nah, you know what, restless is an understatement, he's been pacing back and forth, trying desperately to read only to give up and generally a ball of nerves because of Ryuunoske's arrival and past actions.

Time to do the responsible thing and go on video to deliver a warning, stepping into authority mode.]

Everyone? Please listen to me for a moment, this is a matter of importance and general safety.

One of the most recent arrivals, a man called Ryuunosuke Uryuu - red hair, lanky, Japanese - is a serial murderer who I have had experience with in the past. His handiwork is gruesome and involves a great deal of dismembering and arranging bodies as if they are to be seen as art.

Please, be cautious and avoid him. If you have further questions, please contact me as soon as possible. Thank you.

serpente

[ Well, look at what the smug illusionist is twirling in his hand right now. It's a very unconventionally-designed trident - nothing like the kind used by gods like Poseidon, or even the Devil. He's currently just practising a few fancy passes in the forest, spinning the weapon like a baton and thinking that maybe he'll hunt a few animals. Nothing too taxing. He needs to get back into shape. ]

Where might one find the best spot to hunt wolves?

veraciously

[ Emma's not really feeling up to figuring out how to use the video function on the compact; not only that but she's a little unsure about the note and all the ridiculousness she's seeing around. She knows that somethings not right, so it'd be better to find some information out about this place and it's "denizen's" ]

So...anyone wanna inform me what's going on here? There's no possible way I am 'replacing' Snow White. I mean, I was just with her...

[ It's obvious by her tone that she's annoyed; She had just gotten back to Henry, and now she was here? ]

I just need to know how to get back home, or if I can talk to these Rulers. I've got a kid to catch up with.

vongolastorm

Τι στην κόλαση ακριβώς συμβαίνει εδώ;

Αδυνατώ να κατανοήσω κανέναν. Είναι αυτό ένα άλλο άρρωστο κώλο αστείο;

Θα μπορούσαν να είναι λίγο πιο ώριμη αντί τράβηγμα σκατά όπως αυτή έξω από τους γαϊδούρια ανά πάσα στιγμή.

Γαμημένο ενοχλητική.

get_the_win

[Since the last wolf incident, Domon had been keeping a fairly low profile. He had a lot to think about. Both coming to terms with what he was forced to do, and trying to figure out how to make up for it. But then he stumbled across something on one of his walks in the Silver District which gave him the perfect idea. So now here he is, turning the compact on for the first time in a while so he can share his idea with the rest of the island.]

The way the Rulers decided to "celebrate" Halloween made me realize there's not a lot of people on this island that know how to defend themselves properly without their abilities and weapons. So I was thinking of reopening that old dojo in the Silver District. It would be a safe place to train for people that already know how to fight, and I'd be willing to teach the people that don't. Of course, anyone that wants to can help train the students as well. The more fighting styles we can prepare them against, the better.

It would be the least I could do, to make up for all the trouble I've caused. [His wolf ears droop as he says that, but then perk back up again as he gives his trademark cocky grin. An expression that is probably a welcome sight to those that know him well, as sad as he's been lately.] It's not just anyone that can claim to be a student of a member of the Shuffle Alliance. So what do you say? Anyone interested?

xburner

[ The text comes over the network because he's really not up for talking or really let anyone see him. He's currently sitting at home and staying there right now...]

those rulers aren't kidding around. is everyone okay? no one else...got hurt right?

FILTERED TO THE VONGOLA MEMBERS

are you guys okay? i...i'm sorry.

serpente

[ Mukuro hadn't been the least bit amused to wake up and find himself clothed in this outfit. To begin with, who had managed to put such a dress on him without his noticing? He may have been exhausted from the muscle training that Hibari has him do, but surely not so exhausted that he had slept through the putting on of this dress. To top it all off, the lurid pink with its bright red bow in the middle of his chest clashed horribly with his dark hair - why couldn't it have been a blue dress instead?

Well, that had become the least of his worries when the water had turned to cider. No water meant no soup, but...it pretty much meant he was forced to starve for lack of anything else to eat or drink. The cider didn't agree with his stomach, apparently.

To conserve energy, apart from the times he was dragged out of it Mukuro had spent the past few days in his bed. He watched as it became dim in his room, the lights slowly going out and a perpetual night falling. He could hear snarls outside and did not envy the other residents the horror or horrors they must be experiencing, only peeved that he could not be a part of it.

Sigh. This had to be the worst and most boring Halloween he had ever spent in his life. ]

(ooc: I say 'action', but anyone is free to call him on his communicator.)

araudi

[So, what has been going on with this guy?

Ever since that first day of arrival, he has virtually thrown aside the compact (mainly because he has no clue how to work that thing). It is also small, pink, and feminine, and he has a gun that's way more efficient in helping him collect information on what he wants to know. Not that he's the type to go out and actually do it.

No, he has chosen to spend his days lazying around. Everywhere. There is not a single inch of the island that he hasn't already scoped out. He's probably even been on all of the roofs. What? The man likes his high places, okay?

But, anyway, that aside, his new favorite area to explore is the forest! He still hasn't managed to travel all the way through that particular location. And, now that he conveniently has a Mist Guardian doing all of the dirty work, he supposes it is about time for a camping trip!

At the moment, he is still at home with a couple of makeshift sacks splayed open on top of his bed (most of them filled with goodies). He doesn't seem to be aware of the fact that his careless handling of the communication device earlier has turned its video function on.

He can currently be seen with a concentrated look on his face as he contemplates on whether he should store a bag of candies in another sack or try to cram it into the ones that are already full. ~~Why does he even need all of these sweets in the first place?~~ A couple of bunnies can be spotted in the background while two or three kittens have decided to make this overly serious man their very own climbing post.

What a sight to behold.]

serpente

[Greetings, Arcanarum. Unless you witnessed his first, embarrassing accidental video upon his arrival here, you have probably not heard or seen this particular man before. But he's been watching you, oh yes. All of your petty complaints and helpless whinging have entertained him since he's been well enough to watch your dramas play out on the communicators ~~(Compacts? Really?)~~ and now he's decided to make his first public approach on the network. But...even after two weeks of physical training with Hibari's help, he's still fairly weak. The less anyone knows about his fragile state, the better. Maybe once he's able to defend himself adequately he'll consider revealing himself, but for now...

For now, he's going to have what fun an invalid can have when confined to a sick bed. :> What else is a bored man to do?

There is soft, quiet laughter. A chuckle really, sinister and unpleasant, carefully made to put anyone listening on edge. Then a voice speaks, and its low, amused tones simply add to the implicit menace of his laugh.]

I trust you are all...enjoying yourselves? Enjoying the changes made to your bodies...and your minds?

Current Mood: amused

serpente

( Action to his house mates again. )

serpente

( Filtered to house mates of Navy No.4 )

vongolastorm

( Talk about a nightmare... )

waterformybath

( Cut for tl;dr? )

Current Mood: sleepy

bestamontillado

[An idea to try to build a boat. It was an intriguing thought - but there was one flaw in the plan that he could see; they'd broadcast it over the compacts, and he couldn't see the Rulers giving everyone something like that without being able to monitor it.]

[Which meant it felt like a safe assumption that they were well aware of the whole "boat" idea, and that said idea would NOT go off without ... complications.]

[Because of that, he was going to have nothing to do with it - not directly, not at this stage; instead, he was making one of his forays lurking around the docks area, just...boredly watching the ocean.]

[And keeping aware of other traffic - other people that'd been kidnapped and tagged with Denizens, the typical dock "residents" that always seemed off, and most importantly, if there was anyone about that didn't seem to be another kidnapping victim that wasn't one of the normal "residents", in case the Rulers had agents that might be afoot.]

[He wasn't moving very fast - the cracked ribs were going to take time to heal, his one eye was still bandaged, and while the other bruises were healing, he still looked a wreck, even if he was managing to hide some of it under the thick wool cloak and hood he was huddling in against the wind, and there were frequent breaks just staying still at one or another place on the docks.]

[Yes, today, the docks are being haunted by one seemingly aimless illusionist with dragon-claws, out trying to gather information.]

denies

[ There's a somewhat hesitant pause as the feed starts, as if she still isn't sure about putting this up on the network, but-- argh, screw pride, dignity and tsundere senses right now, this is an emergency situation. She's totally not panicking, okay guys. Not at all. ]

.. When people randomly fall asleep here.. How long does it usually take for them to wake up again? [ Totally not a suspicious question, what are you talking about. Her voice is a little more tight today than her more casual deadpan, as if she's trying to hold herself back. ]

Someone should be able to tell me that much, right?

fatalitykisser

[Someone on the other end is grumbling, sounding a little annoyed before finally the screen pops up to show a pair of golden eyes glaring at the camera.]

What weird technology….

[The eyes glance to the side and widen a little.]

O-Oh. It’s on. I think.

[The owner of the golden eyes backs away from the camera a bit to reveal a busty red-head who is dressed in form-fitting Grecian dress. Though the dress is particular tight around the chest area to the point it’s revealing a bit of cleavage. She has her hands on her hips and she gives the camera a hard stare.]

Okay, I appreciate a good joke sometimes but I would like to know why I am here. And dressed in *this*. Please give me my clothes back and take me back to the island. I have things to do and children to teach.

Look, my war days are over. Besides, you really didn’t provide me any artillery….

I really don't know what you want from me so can someone care to share what is going on? Thank you.

[She clicks off the camera.]

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