Entries tagged with muraki kazutaka

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003: And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45...

Who: A fallen Muraki and Vatheon
What: So what happens when a certain someone looses his eye...
When: The third of January, morning
Style: Lazy third but I'll match you
Status: Open like a chest cavity

[ This isn't the first time he's entered the city like this. Of course, the last time saw him soaked to the bone and blood ridden, barely recovering from what seemed to be the beginnings of third degree burns. This time he's actually passed out. The doctor is leaning against the fountain in what appears to be a loose yutaka of elaborate design, his energy levels evidently far lower than they were the last time anyone saw him. If anyone could read the dark energy he usually draws his power from, it's halved. Almost as if it was ripped right from his body.

And perhaps it was.

If one were to take a closer look at the doctor's face, one would see what appears to be blood dripping from his right eye. If one were to pry even closer, one would notice something pretty damn evident: it's hollow. He's left with his good eye. His glass eye? Who knows. At any rate, it won't be glowing any time soon.

So he lies there, half the power he once had and who knows as to how his mental stability is at the moment. The question falls to you, as always.

What do? ]

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004: Just a dream...

Who: Muraki, Yukio and a side order of Night to follow
Where: Right in the forest
When: Backdated December 4th, early morning of December 5th
Status: Closed
Style: Starting in lazybutt third person, will follow you.

( Sent to take you shake you make you scream )

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The Doctor Arrives (again)

Who: The Doctor and You
Where: Standard Plaza Drop
When: Late Morning, just before Noon, November 24th
Style: Brackets preferred but I'll match
Status: OPEN

[A rather damp man in a tweed dress jacket and red bow-tie suddenly appears in the plaza next to the corral.

He spins around quickly, observing and taking in the scene before him in a rush of information.

He runs his hand through his hair nervously only to discover that it is wet.]

I'm wet. [He brings his hand down from his head and inspects it. Sniffs it. Then tastes it.]

Correction. [He looks down at the rest of himself and flaps his jacket out a few times as if to get rid of the excess liquid. He begins to straighten his bow-tie.] I'm soaked... [There is a pause.] with salt-water.

And I'm inside a bubble under an ocean next to an enormous piece of coral.

Ooookay. [He claps his hands together and tilts his head to one side and then the other.]

No TARDIS in sight. [He checks his pockets.] Sonic accounted for, that's good. [He removes his sonic screwdriver and takes a reading. There is a green light and an electric buzzing noise for a few seconds. It turns off and he flips the device up to his eyes to inspect the data.]

Well I haven't mis-aimed. There is certainly something odd about this place.

[He places the sonic screwdriver back in his waterlogged pocket.]

So here's a question. [He continues to talk to himself and walks in a semi-circle around the coral.]

Why does this feel oddly familiar?

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Visiting hours aren't limited

Who: Riff and anyone visiting him
When: All month
Where: His apartment in Larmline, first floor, room six
Style: I'll match <3
Status: Open

[Riff hadn't had much to when he'd been placed on house arrest. There was only so much cleaning, baking, and tea-making one could do when by themselves, and with his hands mangled, use of them was limited as it was.

Then, not even a few days into his accepted incarceration, he'd lost his ability to see. He'd heard the broadcast and he understood why it had happened, but that fact didn't help him find his way in his unfamiliar apartment. He would trip over things he'd forgotten were there and he'd broken a couple glasses and mugs trying to reach for them and knocking them off, really, he wasn't doing all that well.

He knew that, with time, he'd get used to his surroundings enough to function, but it was a frustrating process. The added stress of knowing he couldn't leave and his only interactions were likely to be people wanting to know things Riff couldn't tell them often made him wonder if it wouldn't be better to find one of the people so eager to end his life and let them.

Lord knew he wished he could do it himself.

He thought about it often enough, it wouldn't be the first time he'd tried, and it wasn't like he had his lord Cain to live for anymore. But he couldn't. The risk that Riffael would be back in control and Riff would be unable to stop him from hurting others again was just enough to stay his hand.

For now he would have to endure and help make amends as best he could.]

((OOC: All replies will be made by

loyaljudas))

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"This truth drives me into madness"

Who: Dr. Franken Stein and Anyone
Where: The Plaza
When: Evening, September 30th (backdated)
What: Another new arrival (at long last!)
Style: Prose preferred but we can do action, too
Status: Open!

Maybe it was the lighting, Stein thought, as he stared somewhat blankly at the screen of his desktop, at the new design he was devising, a replacement headbolt to counteract the increasing bouts of madness he was experiencing. Marie had been after him to "cheer up" his living space, adding more lights and hints of color, and while he was inclined to think her suggestions were just her being her usual optimistic self, she might be on to something.

Maybe it was the effect of Asura's madness: anyone already susceptible to madness was a prime target, and he fit that profile a little too well.

Maybe I'm simply working too hard, Stein thought, leaning back in his swivel chair, taking off his eyeglasses and kneading his brow with the backs of his wrists. He'd practically been living off cigarettes and inspiration the past few days and even with the kind of control he had over his body, he needed something more substantial.

As he pulled his hands away, the shadows of the lab seemed to ripple and hiss for a moment, before snapping back into silence. Maybe it was just pressure on his eyes, or low blood sugar.

Tea, make himself a pot of tea and be done with it, he thought. He pushed his chair away from the desk, propelling it across the floor toward the kitchen.

Pushing the door open with his elbow must have taken more energy from his momentum: he felt the chair catch on the metal strip on the threshold and tip over backward...

He expected to hit the floor with a crash, but he felt the fall continue as he dropped, first through empty space and then through water...

...Folk passing by might find a tall man in a white lab coat, drenched to the skin and lying on his back amongst one clump of coral, a tipped-over roller chair to one side among another clump.

"A fall like that... should have rendered anyone unconscious..." he notes, stunned.

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.003: Stranded in the Offering

Who: Kazutaka Muraki and anyone who wants a light show
Where: In the forest
When: Late night of the 18th
Style: Action
Status: Open

( Its like test driving a Ferrari )

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♚ visitation.

who: ciel & muraki.
where: vita 4-2.
when: early evening.
style: first.
status: closed.

( not having a butler is hard :( )

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Amaravati

Who: Serph and YOU
Where: In the Plaza
When: On the 12th!
Style: [action] preferred, but I'll match!
Status: OPEN

[It's been a long time since Serph's disappearance. Maybe it seemed like he wasn't going to be coming back to Vatheon.

But if you happen to be passing through the Plaza, there's someone appearing out of thin air and... falling into one of the fountains with a great splash. If you're curious enough to look at the water, it's gaining a reddish tinge.

...Yeah, that's blood mixing with the water.

But wait long enough, and there's a guy pulling himself out of the fountain, looking like a drowned rat. There's a break in his abdominal armour. But while there are some stubborn bits of blood at the break's edges, there's no wound in the flesh underneath; the skin is unmarked, like it had been healed perfectly.

Serph's back. And he's alive.

...And totally dripping water all over the Plaza again.]

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Introductions. Test 001

Who: Relius Clover and You.
When: Today; 8/24/2012
Where: In the Plaza
Style: Prose or Brackets. I will follow your lead.
Status: Completely Open

The experience of waking to a sky one did not remember would unsettle most people. For Relius Clover, this was the second time it had happened. He stared up at the shimmering water above the city, his eyes taking in the water, the barrier shielding him and this place from it, and the coral that seemed to grow upwards towards the barrier. Could it be holding it up or was it a threat of breaking it? Bursting the bubble, so to speak.

He slow stood up and looked himself over. His clothes were dripping wet and he felt the coldness of them stick to his skin. He had a faint salty smell wafting from his as well. Saltwater was the only guess. How could he be covered in salt water, however? This truly was strange. The oceans were still much covered in seither in his world yet he saw none of its taint on the water above.

Could he have fallen into the Cauldron again? No. His memories were all in place, unlike his last dive into the Boundary. This was different. Another source had brought him here but what? Could it be the Imperator's doing? Maybe Hazama's? He was sure not even Hazama had the power to do something like this. He would need more information.

First, however, he had to check one last thing. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. "Come Ignis." In a flash of purple and blue light she appeared; his greatest creation to date. He moved over to the battle doll and began to inspect her. Unlike himself, she was completely dry. Perhaps she was shielded from the transfer. He still had to make sure she was functioning properly.

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secret tunnel thru the mountain

Characters:

vatheon + an eventual

mystery guest star

Location: island + new area
Time: all week starting monday
Style: any
Status: open - threadhop & theadjack away

[ after the kicked up damage wrought by yami in the south forest quadrant settles down and becomes surveyable by monday, characters are in for a little— or, well, a big surprise that is the secret research facility. the entrance of it is easy enough to find, thanks to the destruction— although a lot of the research facility itself is destroyed as well. the power still works, at least! although whatever network it had seemingly been hooked up to is currently (and likely permanently) offline.

near the ENTRANCE of the facility, characters will likely find a very large chart on one of the walls— it resembles a map with handwritten annotations and will undoubtedly prove useful in further exploration. there's nothing else interesting near the entrance, sans for a few empty desks and a trash bin full of what appears to be torn up employee information of some sort. the other areas that can be found will be as follows:

DORMS

↪ pretty self-explanatory, although they are extremely minimalistic and completely abandoned. it's likely that the scientists made use of these— some of the beds seem a bit unkempt, as though they were recently used; whereas some rooms have full garbage bins with various papers. many of them are unuseful or flat-out irrelevant, others appear to be outdated schedule data— the dates on most of the papers seem to be from a little over a year ago. basically, the bins are filled with what they were made for— trash.

VARIOUS LABS

↪ deeper into the facility, it's obvious that quite a lot of research had been being conducted within— multiple rooms seem to be arranged for just that purpose. most of the rooms are empty or have a lot of strewn tools within them as though they were emptied in a hurry. although one room in particular was left as it was; it's both locked and blocked off though, and might take a little force in order to get into. once inside, a completely white room will be found that might feel familiar to people who had been directly involved in a strange event that had happened quite a while ago... the room is slightly less white than any "experiments" might remember, however. in fact, there seems to be quite a bit of dried blood about the place. the blood can be found on nearly everything in the room— the table accompanied with surgical tools, the cabinet filled with both syringes and old vials of a blue fluid, and a prominent list visible on one of the walls.

MAIN LAB

↪ one lab in particular found further within the facility appears to be bigger and better than all the others— it's also the only lab with a multitude of computers. due to the power being on, computers will be responsive— although because whatever network they once runned on is no longer online, the only data accessible is offline data found within any harddrives or memory devices.

and there is plenty of that. however, any data found is heavily encrypted and unlike anything ever seen before, so even a normally excellent hacker will have a problem getting past the security walls; and the only file that can be opened immediately seems to make no sense whatsoever:

w3spEvU3

furthermore, nearly everything resembling paper evidence has been torn or shredded, as evident by the completely empty and ajar file cabinets— not to mention the fact that there are plenty of scraps of unreadable paper strewn across some parts of the floor.

SUBMARINE EXIT

↪ in the deepest part of the lab is a peculair hallway that seems to drop downward— which is curious, since the facility is located so closely on the edge of the island itself. although everything becomes clear should one reach the room near the end of the lowering hallway— a majority of the equipment is damaged, but it is indeed a submarine exit of some sort. could this be how all of the scientists left so suddenly..? in fact, most of the submarines are missing— sans for one, but it's quite old and probably nonfunctional in its current state. you're fully allowed to try and fix it, but it will take both a team of people and several weeks.

CONTAINMENT UNIT

↪ also in the deeper part of the facility, although closer to the main lab than the submarine exit, is a completely closed off area— mechanical doors and a digital lock that seems to be online block all from entering. the door seems to open automatically for a keycard, but there's also an emergency override function— that activates via a password. blinking in an almost mocking fashion, it prompts you:

enter password: |

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Who: Madame Red and YOU!
When: July 23rd, evening
Where: The plaza, near the coral!
Style: Action to begin with, but willing to do prose.
Status: Open to everyone!

[Angelina wonders if she lost her way in London after Elizabeth Stride. Did she pass out, anyway? She can't remember how she ended up soaking wet in something else than blood... She notices Grell is not around. If she was here, she would be making a scandal of having her red outfit ruined. Angelina's was ruined already anyway.

Fortunately, she still carries a bloody scalpel with her. As she looks around, she realizes she is in a dome underwater. How did she get here, anyway? Where is this place? She can only be wary as she takes a few steps away from the Plaza. Even though her fine clothes are dripping wet, she holds herself in an elegant manner that makes her look sophisticated. Anyone who happens to see her would realize she's an aristocrat. Quite an outdated one, by modern standards, of course. Just before anyone shows up, she manages to stash the scalpel inside her sleeve.]

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lineface bro meet-up time!

Who: William

gtfo_mypersonalspace & Tatsumi

cheapshinigami
Where: Various places around the city
When: Midday, Sunday 7/8
Style: Action tagging cause I'm lazy.
Status: If anyone feels like running into them while they wander, go for it!

[ This whole - everything is free and you don't need a job - thing has been throwing William off quite a bit. All this sudden free time! And no restrictions regarding prices! Where does William even start?

Better turn to someone for advice. Someone that isn't one of the three people here who William knows from home, because really, isn't William supposed to enjoy this impromptu vacation? So instead, he contacted Tatsumi, who'd insisted William hit him up should he have any questions.

So now William's standing in the main plaza, eying that giant coral suspiciously, and waiting for Tatsumi to arrive. ]

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♚ island.

Who: Ciel and you!
When: afternoon of the 26th.
Where: the island--the beach.
Style: whatever you prefer!
Status: open as open can be.

[ he's been in Vatheon nearly half a year now, yet he has never set foot on the island before. he'd seen no point to it, really. tropical climates don't suit a young Englishman who prefers to wear starched fabrics and would not take kindly to sand in his well-polished shoes. but with all the bustling about in the bubble lately--'Fisholympics,' how absurd--he's looking for a more quiet spot to spend an afternoon. and since looking at Sebastian's smirking face would no doubt utterly ruin his mood, remaining in his own home is not an option. after deciding that the sunlit warmth of the island might, perhaps, be pleasant (in a small dose), he had opted for that, instead.

it's more peaceful, at least, up on the island, even if the heat makes him a bit uncomfortable. but he's dressed down today, in a simple white Oxford shirt with short sleeves, and a pair of his usual knee-length trousers; no further embellishments. and he's staying well back from the ocean, for the moment. a blanket has been spread on the sand closest to the trees on the edge of the beach, under the shade, and there is a picnic basket atop it, its former contents laid out beside it on pretty white china plates, summertime sweets and finger foods prepared for him by Sebastian: raspberry tartlets with flaky crust and whipped buttercream, delicate teacakes drizzled in honey, crisp gingersnaps with fresh vanilla icing, and small sandwiches with fluffy white bread. quite a lot of food for such a small boy.

Ciel himself is seated on the blanket, legs bent and feet bare, his shoes set neatly aside, stockings stuffed into their toes. the ribbon which had once been in a perfect knot around his neck is set atop the picnic basket for safe-keeping. he's undone the first and second buttons of his Oxford, and looks quite relaxed as he reclines against the tree behind him, an open book propped up on his knees. ]

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002. The nightmare's just begun

Who: Kazutaka Muraki and Grell Sutcliffe
When: Backdated to right after this
Where: Somewhere in the city. Somewhere out of view.
Style: Doing action to start but I'm following you!
Status: Closed

( I must confess that I feel like a monster )

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And now for something completely terrible -

Who: Katsu and Muraki
Where: Forest Quadrant
When: Late evening
Style: Action
Status: Closed
Warnings: Muraki being creepy? Also death. That too.

( Je ne regrette rien - )

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the sorcerer's apprentice

Who: Mickey Mouse and you.
Where: Around the city.
When: Afternoon.
Style: Whatever you'd prefer.
Status: Open.

( fantasia, anyone? )

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so about that flyer...

[ there's a bit of a commotion tonight, and many locals are talking about something happening up on the island. anyone curious enough to check it out would first notice a glowing shore to match a starry sky; it seems to be a type of jellyfish causing this.

immediately afterward they would undoubtedly see a very large boat having apparently docked itself on the shore. there's no captain in sight and it appears to be completely inoperable, so it's a full-blown mystery on how it arrived on the shore. it certainly doesn't look like a normal boat though— probably due to the fact that it is utterly decked out for a party.

there are streamers, balloons, and a whole lot of glitter on deck. there's even a large banner that reads:

☆ HAVE FUN!!! ☆

on deck there are speakers blasting a nautical-style party music should dancing be your thing. nearby there's plenty of good food for the eating, along with a gratuitous amount of chapagne (with a non-alcoholic brand for the underage); a champagne tower can also be seen. party games are encouraged, and a few are even already set up (such as the large whale-themed piñata).

have fun, mingle, and enjoy the party! ]

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Life's no fun without a good scare

( ooc note: Warning for blood and gore. )

[ooc note: Consider this your mingle log. Have fun, go forth, threadjack.

And as a further note, the fog does not seem to be clearing up as the week goes on.

]

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and i dance dance dance, and i dance dance dance

Who: Rue & you!
Where: Various buildings in Vatheon
When: Daytime. Sort of a delayed response to Siegfried's announcement about ballet classes.
Style: Whichever
Status: OPEN!!!

(Too small. Too old--too dirty. When is the last time someone picked up in here?)

[...Ugh. Rue shakes her head, walking out of yet another building. She's gotten used to this stupid thought bubble following her around for the week, though it is no less inconvenient...

She is looking for a place to quietly practice ballet now, since she's evidently going to be teaching lessons. She has no idea how to feel about it honestly; but her prince had garned quite a bit of interest, so she figures it'd be best to be prepared.

Around her neck rests a small music player, attached to headphones; she is familiarizing herself with the music she plans to dance to. It would be a hassle to deal with the cords while doing so, however. But luckily, the building she's finally settled on has a set of larger speakers she can hook everything up to.

...It takes her a moment to figure it out, but it seems to work just fine.

Taking a last peek to see that she's not being watched, she begins with an easy routine that she's done many times before.]

(( OOC: feel free to run into her as she's searching for the building, or walk in on her dancing later! ))

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Digital Domestic Saga

Who: Serph, Cielo and YOU!
When: Late morning
Where: Outside the Embryon Base, near the forest
Style: Starting in action, but anything goes!
Status: OPEN!

[If you happen to be near the the forest quadrant, then you might feel the ground shake a little. Pretty strange, huh? But nothing to worry about, right?

The localised miniature quake can be traced back to a rather plain looking three storey building that has a grey flag with a bright orange stripe hanging from a pole sticking out of a window. A short distance away from the building, there's two people standing around a hole in the ground that certainly hadn't been there just moments before. A wheelbarrow containing a rosebush with orange flowers sits not far from them, and all along the ground are unopened sacks of dirt and a plethora of those mugs, some of which have fallen onto their sides. There's a bag containing seed packets and beans on the ground, too, and a recording of Sheik's Song of Healing can be heard playing on loop from a SFC nearby.

Serph eyes the hole for a little while longer before nodding to Cielo, giving him the signal to use another Magni Bomb. Which he does. Enthusiastically.

...That sure is another miniature quake happening. But the hole looks big enough for the rose bush, now.

Yep, this is what they've been saving their Starfish Tokens for. Approach?]