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Dec. 25th, 2015 | 11:32 pm

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π 12 π accidental audio | video

Nov. 21st, 2010 | 09:42 pm

amidst the grim procession -- before the recordingCollapse )

[ The audio picks up on this: hacking, choking, the thudding of knees hitting the floor, the clatter of the device thrown across the compartment in an angry panic. Words are spat against it -- as if he could see the recording light -- but unintelligible through the blood. As the device lands, the video clicks on, in unison with the overhead light, no longer smashed.

The body's face is turned from the lens, but the floor is coated thick and slick with red. A ticket, too, lies soaked in it. ]

[OOC: Midnight, death 12 - you're all free to go \o/ | EDIT: reformated for f-list friendliness, yoinking a leaf from overreached's book :3 ]

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π 11 π AUDIO

Nov. 20th, 2010 | 10:16 pm

[The audio jolts on with a BANG, like that of a fist crashing down on a counter -- an accidental post to be sure, his voice muffled as the device is hidden on his person.]

--f the motion is approved? You're a hospital! You exist to serve the people. People are dying, and you want me to fill out a damn tax form?!

[The response is lost due to the poor quality of the recording.]

You're pathetic. Trash. You -- forget it! Don't touch me. I'll escort myself out.

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π 10 π AUDIO

Oct. 31st, 2010 | 06:04 pm

Idiots. All of you!

Looking at you is making me sick. Looking at the whole damn city makes me sick.

Yeah, yeah. You don't have to tell me. After this, I'm not looking.

Another stupid holiday. Not that I want to see this place "celebrate" anything from Auldrant.

[(unnecessary) ooc: Someone is peeved that the follow-up to all that war and torture is this "look silly and play nice" ridiculousness. IT IS MY DEEPEST WISH THAT HE GO DANCING, BUT... I-IMPOSSIBLE. /cries ]

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π 9 π VIDEO

Oct. 28th, 2010 | 05:09 pm

[a SERIES of short video clips, PRIVATE & LOCKED ... until the device, arbitrarily uploads them to the network, thus PUBLIC hours:minutes:seconds.etc ]

[RECORDING 1: 00:00:05.01 An entrance to the Underground, now a gate, inscribed Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate]

[RECORDING 2: 00:00:03.34 Filthy rain speckles and stains the lens, which still records numerous figures compelled to lie prone in a fetid slush]

[RECORDING 3: 00:00:24.01 A certain blonde princess kneeling beside an unfortunate whose innards are more out than in, casting fonic arte after curative fonic arte.]

[RECORDING 4: 00:01:02.54 At a table in the Library, a book opened, Bible, King James Version, this passage in focus:
[8] The beast that thou sawest was, and is not; and shall ascend out of the bottomless pit, and go into perdition: and they that dwell on the earth shall wonder, whose names were not written in the book of life from the foundation of the world, when they behold the beast that was, and is not, and yet is. [9] And here is the mind which hath wisdom. The seven heads are seven mountains, on which the woman sitteth. [10] And there are seven kings: five are fallen, and one is, and the other is not yet come; and when he cometh, he must continue a short space. [11] And the beast that was, and is not, even he is the eighth, and is of the seven, and goeth into perdition. [12] And the ten horns which thou sawest are ten kings, which have received no kingdom as yet; but receive power as kings one hour with the beast. [13] These have one mind, and shall give their power and strength unto the beast. [14] These shall make war with the Lamb, and the Lamb shall overcome them: for he is Lord of lords, and King of kings: and they that are with him are called, and chosen, and faithful.
... a disdainful sound in his throat.]

[RECORDING 5: 00:00:15 The device propped, it records a cavern wall and first, his hands, flesh grey and putrid, hanging loose from the bone. Experiment: his right hand flicks his left index-finger; the finger snaps off, falling out of sight. "Damn it!--"]

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π 8

Oct. 26th, 2010 | 08:33 pm

Three days.

Any of you not affected by this nonsense? Natalia Fon M

I'm not involved. I won't get involved. Kill each other.

Religious stupidity in every world. It figures. I wouldn't take the Score over this, but it's a closer call then

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π DREAM π chaos, duplicate the human slaves

Oct. 22nd, 2010 | 09:41 pm

The air smells clinical, chemical. As if it was bred in a tube and died there before filling space, purporting to sustain life. The room in which he (you) stands is without doubt a corridor, too narrow to be other, but he (you) cannot see an end; it stretches. The floor is metal, and the walls; he (you) walks and the soles of his (your) boots send echoes that reverberate down the hall. The sound that returns are whispers: analytical, emotionless voices that speak of numbers and variables, comparing and contrast, fonon frequencies, isofonons, replication.

Color abruptly hits his (your) peripherals, the dull brown of cut and sanded wood. Training dummies line the walls, to the sides, behind, and ahead, rows as endless and all-extending as the walls themselves. Featureless, rounded knobs of heads, blunt, clublike arms and legs dangling from oblong torsos. His (your) hand tightens on the hilt of his (your) sword.

A single dummy dislodges from the left wall, limbs knocking and clumsy as it reaches for him (you). No hesitation: the sword swings, removing the head, then the limbs. They clatter to the ground, the sound echoes and returns: 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841.... Against logic, a wooden forearm quivers, spouting wrist and fingers, fingers that plunge into his (your) shoulder, retracting, without blood.

He (you) staggers; you (he) keep walking. Movement slows, at first imperceptibly, the way in which it becomes harder. The dummies line the walls, acquiring definition. Stop, look back and it has always been this way, the hollows of eyes, the rise of noses, lines of mouths. Only when moving does it continue, until you (he) realize, suddenly, that they aren't wooden, featureless bodies.

They are copies. Mirror images, wax figures, breathing, warm bodies with his (your) face, your (his) hair, even clothing. Rage fuels the next arcs of his (your) sword, though it's heavy, impossibly heavy. You (he) cut down hundreds before he (you) can no longer move, and it's their turn--

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Jul. 16th, 2010 | 04:50 pm

[If this were a video post, perhaps the first thing seen would be a tombstone. It lacks embellishment, with only a name carved:
Luke fon Fabre
It isn't a video. Rather than chance it, he left his device in one of his various temporary lodgings. Asch has already seen the other graves, countless names, some familiar: Anise Tatlin, Jade Curtiss, Mystearica Aura Fende, Gailardia Galen Gardios. Even Legretta. He lingers here, gloved hands fisted, head bowed as he stares at the stone. The impulse to dig is near overwhelming. A minute passes. He shakes his head in a swift, harsh jerk, and turns on his heel, striding from the grave.

He isn't biting. It's only one more distraction.]

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π 7

Jul. 10th, 2010 | 02:57 pm

[VOICE POST. - accidental, turned out by fangirl?]

--Get away from me! Don't touch that! I don't want to see something sick like tha-WHAT THE HELL IS THE REPLICA DOING TO ME?

How did you freaks find this place?! GET OUT!

You think I won't attack a woman?


[ooc: :) anything goes. He's in a cove cavern, mmk, by the beach.

UH, if you signed up for the plot and haven't hit this... :|. WATCH TL;DR FOR MORE INFO, sorry for slight delay!]

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π 6

Jul. 7th, 2010 | 06:39 pm

[Coded AGAINST Tales of the Abyss Cast || V. DIFFICULT, not impossible to hack]

Before something else distracts you.

I need men. Men or women. If you're capable and interested in the clock, comment here with your name and what you can do. I reserve the right to reject you.

This isn't coded against the deities because there's no point. If you want more details, that's too bad. They'll come when everyone's together in person. Not that it takes a genius to figure out what I intend to do.

That's all. Do it or don't.

I'll start: Asch, former God-General, former Commander of the Special Operations Forces in the Order of Lorelei. Well-trained in the Albert style of swordsmanship, fonic artes, fonic attacks by sword.

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