departed_child_of_gods: (Once again?)
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*As subtly as possible, a slight blur of green has been ducking into a number of buildings in the area looking for any sorts of clues in regards to who is responsible for the current problem. Incorporeality is useful when it comes to needing to be where you're not supposed to be, among many other wonderful uses, and Tojiko's using it to full extent. Can't have your side eating itself out from within, after all.

Of course, this has the disadvantage of potentially startling anybody who DOES see her. Or, alternatively, letting her catch people doing rather... private things.*
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[[Contrary to most others trying to protect each other, or, the sane ones from the berserk... This unlucky princess is about half-covered in blood.

Some of it is hers, as she had a good run-in with Lancer not long ago. However, she didn't make it home at all, and is still being chased by the berserk.

Lucky viewers might get to watch some amazing brutality at hand! Some unlucky schmoe gets caught by a beat trap on his legs. At about the same time, a rather wide saw blade comes flying for his torso at some ungodly speed, but from the other direction, a bladed pendulum has gone and caught him by the head, easily ripping him into four pieces; head, upper torso, lower torso, and below the knees.

Of course, Allura doesn't do this with a smile on her face, but she's cowering up against a wall, knees pulled up to her chest and hiding her head behind her arms. Her arm moved in time with the three weapons catching the berserk civilian so, it's obvious she's VERY responsible for that.]]
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*The one good thing about being a ghost is that you are largely no longer tied to earthly possessions. As a result, she didn't really lose anything in the great Monkey Caper. She's been stumbling across peoples' lost possessions all over the place, though. Today seems to be no exception; there's a book she's just found on top of one of the buildings.*

Hmm, I wonder if this will be yet more confusing erotica.

*She opens it. And reads.

Careful observers might make out the sound of someone giggling like crazy from the top of one of the buildings. Is it worth investigating?*
tempus_fixit: (WHAT??)
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[Lucca's been especially scarce during the stinkbomb incident, content to work outdoors where the smell was... lessened. But now she has a reason to be searching the city and the rooms of the Deeps in particular.]


My books are missing! The entire library is GONE! Ohhh gosh, if I don't find them soon... If, if anyone finds any books on robotics, circuitry, solid-state engineering or magiteck, can you bring 'em over? Please!?

[She sounds a little panicked. Everyone has their mote of security, and it seems that was hers. The books are scattered EVERYWHERE, tucked in planters, up trees, in bathrooms, being held by statues, in decorative tureens in the palace district, in coiled ropes down near the docks...]

[Also of note the drier texts are sometimes paired up with some interesting companions. Things bearing titles like "Tangled Pistons of Passion", and "Lust and Superfluids: No Resistance to the Heat." Oh my.]
second_destiny: (Call some other time dammit!)
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[The feed comes on to a worried-looking Asem.]

Guys, I've lost something really important thanks to that stupid Monkey King! I'm looking for a six-sided object, about half a foot long, shaped sort of like a keystone. It's gray and has a black screen. If you find it, you need to tell me, because I need to get it back!
departed_child_of_gods: (WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT OW)
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Soga had immediately shot through the walls to get away from the odor. She heard the laughter not long after that.*

Oooooooh! You think you're SO FUNNY! Let us see how funny you think you are when you are a LIGHTNING ROD!

*And now she's charging blindly through the streets trying to locate the source of that sound. Yeah, she's peeved.*
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[So, Goku here might not be able to read, but he does know enough to recognize his name or things like "don't touch" or "stay out" or "stupid monkey". He is also smart enough to know he doesn't know the entire context so he probably shouldn't listen to such little snippets of writing.

Hence how he found himself in one of the armories during his daily bout of exploration of Midgard. Specifically strapping on a shining metal backpack just outside of it and--hello? What does this button do?

Oh. Apparently it's a jetpack. Luckily one equipped with a force field so the monkey doesn't get himself hurt while he's flying around in the thing. Unfortunately he has no idea what he's doing so it's more like a missile is hitting the city. Seriously.

The little alley with all the street vendors selling wares? Toppled in his wake, a great wind trailing behind him.

A few of the factories in the Foundry area? Well, they now have a huge chunk taken out of them thanks to a collision with Jetpack Monkey™ who just keeps on flying!]


[Fortunately for all involved, including the giddy and now slightly green Goku, the jetpack eventually runs out of steam and he goes skidding on the ground--on his back, fortunately. Somehow he manages to slip out of the straps of the thing and sits up, looking like he'll be sick with how he sways.

Then he jumps to his feet and pumps a fist in the air.]

I wanna do that again!

(ooc: Feel free to threadjack each other if necessary and don't hold back with how angry anyone is about this. ICA==ICC, right?)
departed_child_of_gods: (Need me for something?)
[personal profile] departed_child_of_gods

"Miss? Are you a ghost?"

So what if I am, child?

"Wow, look at that! She has no feet! That's so cool!"

E-excuse me! It's rather rude of you to point it out --

"Lady, can we touch your wisps? Pleeeeeeease?"

Why should -- ... *sigh* Fine. But only for a little bit.

"Whooooa! My hand passes right through it! Awesome!"


"Lady, you're gonna beat back the mean Qin and Fae people, right?"

...Well, I shall certainly --


...Yes. I will beat them all back. Don't worry about a thing.

"Yaaaaay! You're a nice ghost!"

*So did you get to witness that less than curmudgeonly display? Feel free to tease her about it. We hope you're wearing rubber, though.*
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I've noticed there's a bunch of people running around here with mobile suits. Since our hosts don't seem too interested in organization, I'm taking it on myself to get us all in order, because the last thing we want is a bunch of giant robots that can knock over buildings stomping around without anyone in charge.

So who all has a giant robot, and who has command experience?
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I suppose it's time for less complaining, and more getting other people to do stuff. So, it looks like getting a team for intelligence gathering and such's been left up to me by Thor, since I was the first to talk to him about it. I'm looking for other people good at that kind of thing. Or getting in and doing things without the enemies noticing. I suppose some might call that kind of thing "dirty work", though taking care of problem quietly's a normal thing to do with enemies. Anyway, if you're good at that sort of thing, I'm looking for you. Also, if you know anyone like that, I'd like to talk to them.

If you were there for that attack, you might've noticed some battleships crashing and enemies attacking each other for no reason. I was messing with their perceptions. And I've some experience with helping find people information and targets. I did that sort of thing a lot in that thing that my world's now calling the Dream Savior War. Those magical girls would've had a lot more trouble even finding the enemy without me. I don't really care about bragging, but I was saying all that so you know my qualifications.

The rest of you should look into organizing yourselves as well. Even just having a good idea of who's good at what sorts of thing'll help.
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[The page shows a red-eyed woman whose paleness goes beyond the natural shades of even albinoness and into the outright monochrome range. There are three colors on her: black, white, and red. This even extends to her clothing, a simple black casual suit with a red tie.]

I checked out this place. There's no plan and no organization. They summoned us as a desperate move to fix a situation that they likely got themselves into. How irritating. Even the Queen of Dreams had better planning than this. Though she got herself into her own mess, too.

But we've got those morons to fight, who'll create a mess for our worlds if we don't deal with them. We need organization, and we need knowledge. I'm going to learn about our enemies and how to destroy their will to fight so we can defeat them more easily. For that, I'd like any prisoners you acquire brought to me so I can ask them questions. It's not like I've got any other use for the place they gave me in the Docks.

Oh, right, you need names and things like that. You can call me Deimonea. It's not the first name I've had, but it's one that's stuck around.

((OOC edit: While it most likely won't apply to this post, I figured I should again point out Deimonea's permissions post for future reference.))


May. 29th, 2012 11:00 pm
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With Qin's army pushed back, Thor called all of his guests to the palace, along with many of the other warriors of Midgard. Strange machines from forgotten pantheons that sought refuge, Valkyries in Thor's service, regular humans who took up arms and many others. Most of them looked upon the heroes from the bifrost in awe. Everyone was led by attendants to a huge, long room with polished stone floors, filled with rows of long tables of beautiful craftsmanship. Thor himself, a nine foot tall image of manly perfection in furs and leather, stood up from his seat at a table that was different from the other only in that it was big enough to make room for the god's large size, addressed the room.

"My guests! My friends! You have fought well this day and driven the enemy before you so much cattle! You have bent them to your will with martial skill and pure fury! You have made me proud and given me knew hope for the race of man!"

He raised a drinking horn high into the air, his voice thundering like, well, like a thunder god. "Tonight, eat, drink, and celebrate! Tonight we feast!"

With that, attendants and human servants brought in huge trays of food. The focus is on beer, bread, and meat, but there are plenty of other options for those so inclined. They only serve soft drinks to children (Anyone under 16), but by the standards of this place beer and mead are soft drinks. All around the room, musicians, dancers, and acrobats provided entertainment.

It was a hell of a party.

[A less frantic chance for people to meet face to face. The remainder of the action log shall continue to be backtagged for as long as necessary, but ICly the battle is done.]
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[personal profile] windfang
[ Honestly fed up with the blatant show of bravado he's seen thus far, this livid Demigod finally decides to announce himself to the public. Of course, he wouldn't normally do such things had there been no reason for him to speak. However, given that most of his newly made comrades seem to be as absentminded as children, he feels the need to remind them why they're here. ]

This is a war.

[ The appearance of a rather interestingly dressed man appears, one that has chosen to obscure his face with a golden mask. While half his face couldn't be seen, it's quite evident by his scowl that he disapproves of the situation at hand. ]

We have no time to remain idle. Focus your attention on the battle and less upon yourselves. This is not the time for us to be casually gossiping when the next attack is imminent.

[ He makes a good point, doesn't he? But he's being a tad too grumpy for his own good. ]
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[personal profile] departed_child_of_gods

*It takes a bit, but she finally gets a hang of this new artifact. Useful. She supposes.*

To the mortals out there: Do not think that my fighting by your side means that I am in any way interested in becoming "friends." I am no longer human, and I see no reason to become attached to them anymore. That you are catching me in a time of my life where my resentment no longer burns as it once did is fortunate on your part, not mine. I fight for one reason and one reason only: to preserve the world my Prince Shoutoku resides in. I have no interest in anything else.

I am Soga no Tojiko. We work together in this fight. That is all.


May. 27th, 2012 08:18 am
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Greetings, aliens!

I am Yumemi Okazaki, Ph.D, former professor of Comparitive Physics and all-around academic superstar. Last year I dabbled in resolving the P=NP problem, and my current goal is to disprove the Grand Unified Theory of Physics.

On a related note! I've seen a few people out there using techniques that looked suspiciously similar to magic. As exciting as this might be, I'm not one to forget Clarke's third law so easily! I'm not going to accept that magic exists unless I can get real, irrefutable proof that it isn't a more easily-explained phenomenon.

I accept all challenges.
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A few days have passed since the Qin army marched on Midgard's walls. The warriors already there don't know how much longer the front gate can last. The Qin forces are slowly picking off the wall's defenders, whittling down their numbers.

A metallic dragon twists and writhes in the sky, raining destruction from above. Sanzuwu streak back and forth across the sky, strafing and intercepting any aerial units. Shishi slam into the gates repeatedly, while terracotta soldiers make use of siege engines to break down the gate.

And finally, the inevitable occurs; the gate crashes open. Qin soldiers start flooding in.

But at that very moment...the Bifrost activates.

The first wave has come.

[[OoC: Welcome to the game! You'll be starting off fending off a Qin invasion. You are free to godmode enemies within reason, though the mods may occasionally take over from time to time. Defeat enough enemies, and a boss may appear...

Enemy types can be found with descriptions in the cut below.

Read more... )

And finally, Thor has something to say to you.]


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