Seems like crime has taken a step up from just purse-snatching or someone stealing forty cakes when no one was looking. Those with a great sense of hearing or who happen to be at the wrong place at the right time will find that the good people of Vatheon are in danger. It's up to anyone who is willing to help to work together to save the day!( Something is happening in the lower district! )( Something is happening in the middle district! )( A string of crimes happening all over the City! )( Something is happening on the Network! )[They may also wind up stumbling or following a goon back to the actual secret base to listen in on a meeting at their own risk. Good luck!
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Who: Pyunma and anyone
Where: The island.
When: The afternoon of the 8th
Pyunma had meant to come up to examine the island ever since he'd learned of it. First, however, his attention had been focused on learning his way around Vatheon itself, the streets and the buildings and the natives. Then, in the midst of that, the curse had begun, which was a whole new level of distraction. Although it had left him just chilly, rather than frozen, the times when he had gone out hadn't led to much progress on learning about the city that was apparently his new home for as long as his captors deemed fit.
But today, with the curse ended and the city explored to his satisfaction, Pyunma had come up to the island with the intent of scouting it out in the best way he was able. In other words, the moment he got to the beach, he made his way straight to the water, and continued in until he was submerged. When he opened his eyes, the salt water didn't sting them. Then he opened his mouth to let the air rush out and the water rush in, and with a kick, pushed himself out deeper, to where the waves wouldn't tug at him.
Swimming the waters around the city and tracing the barrier took longer than he had expected, due to a close encounter with the territorial Mosasaur. The struggle that resulted had left him more concerned with the more concerned with the potential threats in the water behind him than anyone who might have been on the beach, which meant he didn't pay attention to the way his lack of shirt exposed the silvery scaled covering on his arms and chest as he made his way back to the beach.
Who: Walter and anyone
When: 5th, morning
[The change is gradual and starts with faint discomfort when it actually affects him. The onset of something more severe begins much later.
Walter glimpses the network between then: I believe this week some of you might begin feeling a little chilly if you don't have physical contact with someone. He throws the communicator aside after that, and ignores the clatter of the thing against a table as he folds his arms.
He endures through Thursday, but by Friday, his senses have dulled and he doesn't quite see it or his paling complexion.
Something compels him to visit the island that morning. His gait on the way is more languid than that of his usual march, and he moves with a deaf ear to his surroundings, his inattentiveness being cause for the rare bump (or close call) into another denizen of Vatheon. But he cares little for the error and moves on without so much as a glance when it happens. He's strong yet – there's nary a stumble throughout the whole ordeal.
When he reaches shore, Walter sits where the tides reach. Perhaps it is against his better judgment, but his mind is a haze and why should he not sit there in the seawater? It belongs to the sea. He belongs to the sea.
His head rolls to the side in a fit of exhaustion, his ear brushing against the fabric of his attire. He's tired. Odd, considering he has neither fought nor trained recently, and he should be accustomed to a few hours of sleep; but he's tired nonetheless, the feeling reminding him of another time . . . a time he can't recall . . .]
Who: Tear Grants
Where: Inside Vatheon
When: Backdated to June 24th
Style: starting with action, can match
[Tear didn't have much experience with swimming, unless one counted the few times that Luke and Jade and suggested that they relax at the spa on the top floor of the Keterburg hotel. Natalia had tried to teach her how to swim, but when you spend a good portion of your life being surrounded by miasma, you don't really like water.
Of course, she'd found things back on Auldrant to appreciate, especially after facing down her older brother and finding herself with a two-year wait for the boy she loved to possibly return to their group. She'd learn to properly swim in pools, taken up singing more and other things than just Fonic Hymns, helped Anise and Teodoro restructure the Order of Lorelei and hunted down the stray replicas that Van and the God-Generals had left of the Oracle Knights in places like Mt. Roneal and the other Sephiroth on Auldrant. She'd even spent time travelling to Baticul and Grand Chokmah to see Natalia, Guy, Jade, and Emperor Peony.
Although, waking up in a bubble, surrounded by water was the last thing she ever expected.
It took everything in her to keep from screaming. She hadn't realized how stifled the Qliphoth had felt until she spent more time on the surface of Auldrant. So, to be back in a similar atmosphere made her have to bite back the panic. She shoved it back and looked around her, seeing a towel, a brochure and a strange device.]
[Later, after reading through the brochure and using the towel, Tear can be found walking through the middle section of the city. Her first stop was the Welcoming Center. Then, you can find her checking out the Volunteer Defense Force's office. Then, she'll be found checking out the various other sections of the city as she tries to find a place to live.
Lastly, you'll find Tear on the island, breathing deeply of the fresh air, despite the barrier keeping her from leaving. She's looking at the houses and finding one she loves. One that requires very little work to make habitable and would keep her happy.]
Who: 004 and you
When: A little past eleven pm on the 24th
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting prose, but I'll match
Its a strange sensation to walk through a door you knew lead one place and end up in another and it sets off all kinds of mental alarms for the German cyborg to suddenly find himself drenched in an unfamiliar place when he'd just been shuffling his injured way from a castle - and a nightmareish encounter - back to his car. Instead of on the stretch of dirt road that leads back towards Dresden, he found himself here, wherever that is.
He takes a quick stock of his surroundings, mentally reaching out to see if 001 had perhaps warped him somewhere. It wasn't an unheard of notion, but he's in no real shape to face whatever threat he's been sent here to face. Granted, 001 would usually tell them when he was going to teleport them, or there would be clear and imminent danger.
Well, that part could be correct, if the shape Albert's in is any indication, though Ivan would have been too little too late. Albert's scarlet uniform is still intact, covering his cybernetic parts save for his metallic right hand, but he can feel either fluid or blood leaking from his side and his right shoulder creates a painful grinding sensation when he moves it too far. He'll need to get to Gilmore soon if he can help it but by the look of the barrier in the distance, he may not get that chance. He reaches to his side to check just how badly he's leaking (or bleeding) but his hand brushes a small pamphlet of some kind sticking out of his belt, the cover proclaiming "Welcome to Vatheon!" in bright letters.
He takes several minutes to find a position he can defend himself from if need be, a bench against a tall brick wall down a side alley that still lends itself a modicum of visibility to the plaza, and takes a look at the brochure, wondering what in the hell Black Ghost is up to this time.
Who: 008/Pyunma and anyone!
When: His arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting brackets, but I'll follow you.
[Being wet isn't any surprise, not after Pyunma had just been out in the ocean dragging the others out of the water. What he doesn't expect is to suddenly not be in their little craft with the rest of his teammates. A flash of movement above catches his attention, and when he looks up, he sees a shark swimming in the water beyond the dome. It takes a few moments of staring to take in.]
[That should be impossible. They still had such a distance to travel. Unless he was teleported, but why only him?]
001? [He stands still as the moments stretch on, but there's no voice echoing through his head. Even if his fellow cyborg sent him here, he must not be able to contact him. Pyunma is about to find somewhere not so... public when he notices the brochure next to him. It's a quick read, but in the end, it doesn't explain the one thing he really wants to know. He's still unsure about this place, but there's information he needs to have. So, with one hand at his hip, he approaches the next passerby he sees.]
Excuse me. Have you seen anyone wearing a uniform like mine?