dictated

[waterbends]

[Filtered from Zuko]

[Katara is livid.]

Let's say that there's someone here from your world, and he's a giant, colossal, self-centered, angry jerk. You know there's good inside. You've seen it in your time, but he hasn't gotten there yet.

Do you help him find it, even if it makes him hate you? Is it even worth it, in this place?

[A pause, and her voice almost softens a little.]

How much obligation do you feel to the people from your home?

¤ 28 - Hate Hate Hate

[honorinflames.livejournal.com]

[filtered from Katara]

[he just... rages into the journal. Shouted at no one in particular. He barely remembers to filter]

Are all girls annoying lunatics, or only the ones who think that they know you?? They want to you 'share your feelings' and 'be a better person' one minute, and then scream in your face to next! And-- [something like a growl]

[he doesn't know what to do with himself, trying SO HARD not to start another angst-fire]

031; backdated slightly

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

( ICM )

[ ooc; open to all villains and hostages. You guys can threadjack or jump wherever you want! Make your own threads, anything :)

HOSTAGES AND VILLAINS CAN MINGLE AS THEY PLEASE c: ]

Nepeta: Offer aid in your own special way.

[rogueofheart]

[FILTERED TO TRUSTWORTHY PURRSONS FIGHTING PURRINCE ARTHAS AND RIFUR AND ALL THOSE OTHER BAD GUYS, AND ALSO TO PURRSONS THAT WILL TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND

UM

THAT SHOULD DO IT I THINK]

[Clearing her throat to speak! Time to ditch the catpuns and be serious]

Hi! Um, this is Nepeta speaking. I know that there is a dangerous fight appurroaching--I mean, approaching, and even though I am young I want to help! But there are already a lot of good fighters, though, so I thought of another way to help.

If you want, you can borrow my comb! When you comb your hair, it will stop time for ten seconds. You can do this more than once, too, but you might want to be careful! I know it works because I tried it. I don't know if it will work in the Dead Zone, though.

Oh! But you have to promise to give it back to me after we win because I really like it.

Okay! Let me know if you would like to borrow it!

Eighteen Red Letters

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Filtered from Riful and all those other fuckers and anyone despicable enough to associate with them]

[In the middle of the night, three pictures show up in everyone's journals. Drawn in pencil, then charcoal and marker. For once, Nora doesn't want to disturb people's sleep. They're all going to need it, after all. Also... she really doesn't want to piss off the people who are risking their lives to help protect her and the rest of the castle. She writes a note above the drawings]

Back home, whenever something big was happening like a war or some other huge conflict there were always those who encouraged everyone through art. In my day it's mostly political cartoons but back during the World Wars people made these big amazing posters and stuck them everywhere. Normally I'd just do the same thing, or spray paint the lobby or something... but I don't know if they have spies in the castle and like hell am I gonna let them see any of this.

I may not be able to fight or do telepathy or any of that stuff... but I want to do something. So, here it is. My something. To all of you who are planning on going out and actually fighting these assholes: Thank you.

( Cut for Pictures )

6 ∆ i solemnly swear i lack the green warts ; ( action/dictated )

[toerags]

[ James exits Room 1613 of the Impetus Tower, finding it absolutely empty. There was no name plate on the room, so James felt that perhaps while the rooms wait for residents to arrive they would turn into useful things like janitor closets (although, James didn't think of it in terms like that - he suspected a broom closet or Filch's office) - and was disappointed when no brooms were to be found.

He's been looking for a few brooms all morning. He wants them so he can see if he can charm them to fly like the brooms back home - perhaps recreate a Cleansweep that has finer straw or a Nimbus that feels better in the hands - so he can teach Sakura how to fly. And he misses flying himself.

He'd wish for his broom back home, but what happens if life isn't on pause? He hopes it is. Deep in his heart he is hoping it is. But if it wasn't, he didn't want to take his broom away from where he's hidden it at Godric's Hollow. That was for his children - his future ones, for his recollection of Harry was nowhere to be found.

And, besides, where's the fun in wishing?

Out in the corridor, James sighs. ]

Does anyone have a broom they no longer want? Or know where I can find a few?

[ Only the best for Sakura! Besides, what happens if his charms didn't work? He needs several test subjects! ]

( ooc: open for dictation or action! )

(no subject)

[save-the-souls.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to Tuesday]

( Aradia )

☙ｌ ｅ ｖ ｅ ｌ ＳＥＶＥＮ [plot]

[crymoore.livejournal.com]

Filtered from Riful, Arthas, every villain involved, and anyone who may share this information with the mentioned individuals.

[ ☙FILTER❧ ]

Attention heroes and any others who find bravery within their hearts. [ Despite the words she speaks, her voice is reserved and almost distant. ] There are a small amount of us that have been taken prisoner by Riful and her allies. The five of us are being held hostage for use against the heroes that plan to retaliate against her. Is there any soul listening to our pleas for assistance in this? We do not have much time... If I were to take a guess, I would say perhaps twenty minutes at the most.

OOC: This is a multi-purpose thread where everyone may speak with each individual hostage. There is only a 20 minute period ICly for this post before Riful and Arthas are done with their foolish bickering. Hostages will reply to all comments, thread-jacking is highly encouraged.

015

[powerlusts.livejournal.com]

[So guess who is finally done with his loss?

Yeah, Sasuke is not the happiest right now, which is obvious from the sound of annoyance that can be heard from the journal]

Finally.

...To think that almost lasted an entire month-- if that change was supposed to prove something, that was hardly effective.

[ooc; Okay, so. Since the plot is going, and the fact I meant to post this earlier but didn't get the chance to with LJ fail, etc. This post is backdated to the beginning of August!]

♐ [Action][Text] A transhumanist approach, or, transtrollist approach?

[equestrian-envy.livejournal.com]

( To anyone acquainted with Equius Zahhak. )

[He'll set his journal down, leaving it open for questions as he prepares. Probably his left leg first. He'll cut and attach each limb one at a time. That would be the most efficient way of doing this. He has to. It just makes the most sense. He can't control his strength, he can't disobey the Highblood even though he KNOWS he'll kill him and then Nepeta, he can't control himself in ANY respect. Becoming fully cybernetic will fix that, it'll fix any flaws, any problems he has. He has to do this.]

[OOC: This is a loss. It's a philosophical loss based on transhumanism, the ideology that the human condition can be solved by advancing in technology far enough to better it, it being the 'human condition', or troll condition in this respect. Transhumanists believe that this advancement in technology will solve aging, help enhance intelligence and strength, and eventually lead to not dying, thus the 'epidemy of the human race'. It's obviously far more complicated then that, but that's pretty much what's happening here. Equius suddenly began believing he could solve his problems by slowly becoming fully cybernetic, starting with his limbs. The loss will end soon, but this is the climax of it.]

[Yay to confusing and indepth losses.]

[Oh, and if you're still confused as to what's happening. He's going to chop off his limbs one by one and attach new robotic ones to himself. Yep.]

the coming storm

[cricketycricket.livejournal.com]

[when the Doctor first opens the journal and begins to speak, his voice is soft - sympathetic - even kindly]

It all begins so simply, doesn't it...? For all of us. We open our eyes ... or a door ... and suddenly, we find we're not where we expected to be. We look for answers, and when we've found as many as we can, we go for the next best thing: familiarity. A familiar face, or a place ... but what if those are taken? What if the hand we've been playing with has changed? New cards must be drawn, mustn't they?

So we all adapt our own personal rules to the game that Paradisa sets on the table. We draw new cards, make new friends, new familiar faces, new answers ... we carve a new place for ourselves, here, in this world. But it's all still rather telling. Even within the structure of new rules, there are ways to show how we operate. Who we are. What we are. Some of us have been here for quite a long while, haven't we? Some of us have been given children or proteges, tried to teach them to be like us - or how to be less like us, to not share in our mistakes. We've all so much in common ... at first glance, it's easy to think that we're all the same at heart, isn't it?

Lost souls, trying to find our place.

[and then - it's as though someone flicked a switch. his tone turns harsh, biting - to the point where it almost sounds as though the castle has dropped a loss on him, mid-thought]

And then there are those who are so lost, so beyond retrieval, that they take it upon themselves to try and dictate what others' places should be. To take them, and mold them to fit their own ideas of familiarity, to bend them like brittle clay until they break. To make them dance the dance of the unwilling. To rip their very essence from their bodies in the name of such a selfish and profane thing as conquest. But that's not enough, is it? No. These people - these monsters, because YES, that IS what you are, ISN'T IT?! - have to pull as many innocents in as possible, twist their wills and warp their hearts and -- and reprogram them -- until they're no longer themselves. They take away the one thing that makes this whole place still so glorious, even in the face of all it's done. They steal away the ability to choose.

Riful of the West! Arthas Menethil! Legato Bluesummers! You tell us that if we stand against you, now, we forfeit our own lives, and those of our dear friends. You say that we have no choice.

Well.

If all of you take one thing away from this, right now, one thing to keep and hold and know forever, so deep and so sure that it follows you home past every stolen memory, long after Paradisa ever releases you from its clutches, LET IT BE THIS:

I am NOT a man to leave without a choice.

And I do not care what nature of game you choose to play: poker, chess, checkers, capture the flag, blind man's bluff, or -- or that one game you all seem to be SO very fond of. That one where blocks are pulled out of a tower one by one, until it falls on the unfortunate who makes the wrong move. I, myself, have always been fond of cards. And I'm playing with a fresh, full deck.

And you WILL lose. Because that is MY choice. That is the path that I have chosen to walk, ever since I opened my own door and my own eyes and began to walk these halls. That is the place that I have chosen at the table:

Between you ... and our well-being. And our right to choose.

[a substantial pause, as he rifles a deck of cards between his hands]

Your move.


((OOC: The Storm Has Arrived. THIS IS IT, THE CALL TO ARMS. Any team leaders who want to rally their troops, DO IT HERE! Threadjack like crazy! Let's make this the most badass shounen-speechifying post in the history of ever! You want inspiring music? Yeah. We've got that, too.

Use this post to organize initiatives/rescues as you please--Riful & Co. will be responding to this and will be assumed to have vacated the manor during this post.))

HOSTAGE RESCUE

[nishimono.livejournal.com]

[ Now provoked, Arthas, Riful, Legato, Hank, and Joshua have all left the manor. It sits alone, occupied now only by five hostages:

Jaina Proudmoore
Kaylee Frye
Kallen Kouzuki
Maya Fey
Asano Rin

...and their jailers, Billy & Nikola Tesla.

While their wrists and ankles remain bound sans impaling in a similar fashion to last time their location is vastly improved--they've been granted a ballroom-esque room in which to be chained on the main floor.

( Chained, and watched )

]


[[ ooc; Sections: Hostages/Villains | Rescuers | Rescue + Fight (TBA)

chats:
rescueisgo (for rescue)
shonenspeeches (general plot chat)

If you would like to explore the manor & figure out more about what's there, just toss me an IM @ we were british ]]

Crossed Wires

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fredless/]

[Fred's back in the security room of the tower, trying to makes heads or tails of the complicated systems there. She likes to think of herself at pretty handy with this sort of thing, all things considered. But no matter how much she tells herself that? She's still not getting anywhere.

Fred yanks her hair back again, anchoring the collection of dark strands with a pencil and then diving back into the task at hand. She doesn't have time for strays. Stray hair. Stray thoughts. Stray...

Fred hisses slightly as something shoots and sparks]

Dammit, Hardison. You couldn't have left an instruction manual...or five?

[She's clearly on edge about things]

What all is going on out there?

( And added later -- Lilah )

the first record

[raps]

[Why hello Paradisa! It's time to welcome your newest addition to the castle. Or, perhaps, welcome back is more of an apt thing to say, although Dave is blissfully unaware of that. Yes, sadly, the young man in shades that you all may have come to know and love is currently standing in the middle of the lobby of the castle. He seems... unimpressed. Perhaps uncaring because he's got a poker face on and it's not showing shit. And after a few moments of staring around and taking the sights in, he plops down on a nearby couch and pull out his journal, beginning to scribble.]

( cut for red courier and general idiocy )

attempt number twenty-eight ♓ (dictated/action)

[autophoenix.livejournal.com]

[ Claire is down at the gym, beating up the punching bags -- with a lot of gusto, too. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the healthiest way to deal with Akihiko leaving -- because she's spent so long buried in her training and trying to be stronger and be a hero and be more than just some ... stupid human shield, that she hasn't really done anything else in so long, that Akihiko being gone is still the freshest personal thing in her mind.

And, the fact that the castle seems to just be going on with it's wacky, stressful schedule while her life got leveled like that kinda drives her nuts. In fact, it really does. So, she's out of breath and still punching while she dictates to the journal -- it's meant to be private, but she's distracted. ]

It really figures, doesn't it? I mean, everything around here just keeps -- [ a grunt as she punches ] -- moving like nothing's different, and meanwhile, you just get stuck in the mud. And you can't do anything about it, because this stupid castle is stronger than all of us. So it's just like you're left behind and everything else just keeps happening without you. And no one even cares that you're still stuck.

[ The thump noise of a pointed punch. ] I hate that feeling. I hate feeling ... powerless. And I hate that I feel stupid for letting it still get to me and not just moving on with my life like everyone else seems to do.

They make it seem so easy. [ She shuts her eyes, resting her gloved hand against the punching bag and then resting her forehead against it, breathing deeply and calming down some. She sighs. ] I don't get it.

[ People are free to run into Claire down in the gym while she continues to get her aggression with how everything in the castle seems to have just forgotten Akihiko was ever there out on the punching bags. Alternatively, open via journal! ]