Name's Media, & I run this place. 'This place' being the radio station I now live in. Due to multiverse nonsense, you probably won't be able to tune in, but I'll be playing whatever music I can scavenge or gets given to me.
I also have let my co-workers, Graves & Christoff, also have access to this blog. I hope I do not regret it, but honestly? Already do, man. Mostly Christoff.
[OOC Info under Cut]
So, this is an MadCom AU RP Blog. I'll try & post here when I remember to. Run by @shrimpycamera87. How each Character types below.
Media/Designation 174920 - Normal Text just like this, with various things like italics or bold for emphasis, & the strikethrough and superscript for 'whisper' or muttered under breath type stuff. Media is an expressive gal [Tag: #media postings]
Christoff - ALL CAPS PURPLE [Tag: #your savior has arrived]
Graves - Green Italics Text [Tag: #Tower Loudspeaker]
[Older posts from Christoff use Lucille/The Cursive Font, but those are super old so unless you're scrolling all the way back, dw about it.]
[Older Posts exist with the context this used to be the Blog of this AU's AAHW, so keep that in mind lol.]
Yippiiieeeeeee. Might as well live up to the fact. Ironic considering my behavior towards versions of 2BDamned, but ah well. Still no promises on regular posting. Me and Graves are going to be seeing if we can get this place running. Play some music, all that jazz. Might as well, you're only supposed to live once, after all! Might as well run an entire radio station!
Yippiiieeeeeee. Might as well live up to the fact. Ironic considering my behavior towards versions of 2BDamned, but ah well. Still no promises on regular posting. Me and Graves are going to be seeing if we can get this place running. Play some music, all that jazz. Might as well, you're only supposed to live once, after all! Might as well run an entire radio station!
"Okay. Oh-KAY! Holy shit!" Media can be heard setting down something on a table. Likely her laptop case, judging by the zipper being audibly unzipped. "I'm... actually home free. Or whatever."
Media starts audibly setting herself up in... wherever she is setting up. Likely that Radio Tower she had mentioned in her last post. Predictably, seeing as it's Nevada, the peace doesn't last very long.
Familiar claws against the floor of the small, abandoned radio station building can be heard; Christoff has clearly finished with distracting Media's former bosses (Auditor & Monitor), and has come to check on Media. However, another set of footfalls is audible. Heavy, clicking of large metal heels against the tiled floor. "Wha- JEB, WHAT THE HELL?!"
"WHHATTTTT? OLLIE WANTED OUT TOO! IT JUST LOOKS LIKE I KIDNAPPED IT IN ORDER TO FINALLY KILL IT LIKE IT DESERVES!" Christoff audibly walks over to Media, and plops himself onto the desk. "BESIDES, I THOUGHT YOU LIKED THIS PINT-SIZED SYCOPHANT, MI-MI!"
Media just blubbers and flounders in confusion and surprise for a moment, but cuts herself off, likely by Graves holding up a hand to make her shut up.
"That is enough." The voice of Dr. Oliver L. Graves is smooth, formal, soothing almost, if not for the subtle, almost manic undertones of a being that has constantly been at the end of its sanity for years on end. "Dr. Christoff is... unfortunately correct."
"SO YOU CCAAAAAAAAANNNNN SAY I'M RIGHT ABOUT THINGS! HOW INTERESTING, I THOUGHT THAT WAS BIOLOGICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU OLLIE!"
Graves makes a noise of pure disgruntlement in the back of its throat, but clears it and proceeds to speak again. "Disregarding the instability in the room, I have come to accompany you in this... Dissenting endeavor of yours. It's something both I and Dr. Christoff are familiar with."
"You? You're familiar with defecting from places?"
"You think that the Nexus Core let me go willingly?"
There is a brief, tense silence at the question being posed. It says enough.
"Well. You were incorrect. They did not. I imagine they might still be trying to hunt me down after all these years. Pathetic of them, really."
Media sighs, and goes back to setting herself up in her new residence. "... Yeah, got it. we're a right target, ain't we? Funnnnn... Totally very fun."
Wellllll, Better. I've found an abandoned radio tower to hole up in. So no more fucking up on my phone while running. I probably should have stolen a truck or jeep, but it probably would've had trackers or something in it anyways.
Now it's just a matter of. Actually rebranding. I need to make a new icon & change the whole... vibe of this account.
Oh yikes, might uh wanna go back to focusing on running, you can post after you're somewhere safe. Make sure they can't track this account yah? I'd say just delete it but it'd be funny as fuck for the official aahw account to be ran by a dissenter so
dw i omwok. knwo. bosseoskz are stipzid sp i'll ben perfectly fine. chamged login sh9tn sonthey can.'t gey into this. alson had friend s jailbreak my phone amd laptop bso iam very okay.
wikll work on rebranding this bitch ritnfl my own.
"Okay, 'kay. Got the thing going in case I die." Oh! That's Media's voice; deep, a bit gravely and rough, but with the slightest feminine lit to it. Wonderful to 'hear' it for the first time, isn't it?
The rustling of fabric can be heard; the phone slid off of a desk, and shoved into a suit jacket pocket. So even if there were a video, it wouldn't make a difference. "Fuck, this is. So dumb. So fucking dumb."
More rustling can be heard, along with a zipper being zipped up. "Okay... laptop in its case... okay. Okay. I'm actually doing this. Fuck. Fuck, I'm such a moron..."
The sound of a chair wheeling backwards, along with more fabric being shifted, Media slinging her laptop case over her shoulder, can be hear. However, she doesn't get very far from her desk, as the door is opened.
"OH, MY DEAR FRIEND~? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Claws against metal, the clicking of talons against concrete. And that raspy, loud, formally informal voice with its mad, teasing lit. Christoff.
"... Jeb. For fuck's sake, out of my doorway. I'm... I'm going out for a walk." Lies. Lies that Christoff can see through, as while Media audibly shoves past the Mad Savior, he follows, his long birdish legs making short work of keeping up with Media's shorter height. Wings can also be heard rustling restlessly from the direction Christoff follows.
"WITH YOUR LAPTOP? REALLY? DOESN'T SEEM LIKE A WALK TO ME, MI-MI."
"I've told you, don't call me that!" Media sighs, but doesn't stop walking. She's reached the stairs now. Only one set of footsteps can be heard. Chrsitoff is floating down the stairs. Because he can. "I just... look. I'm tired. I'm not happy. And quite frankly, I never was. So yeah, I'm going on a walk. A very, very long one."
Christoff's breath hitches, seemingly having a smidge of concern. But, it's drowned out by a manic giggling of amusement. "OHHHHH, I GET IT, I GET IT! YOU'RE DIS-"
Media grabs Christoff by his jaw, elicting a 'hrk!' from the madman as he's yanked down to Media's level. "Don't say it out loud! ... But yeah. I am. Don't know where I'm going, just that I need out and away."
Christoff pries Media's hand off his jaw, and talks a bit quieter. Aka, a normal talking level, which for him is practically whispering. "Fine. Fine. You need me to make some noise somewhere else in the Headquarters? Keep the bosses distracted so you can give them the slip?"
Media doesn't respond for a moment, but when she does, it's quiet. "Yeah. Thanks. I know you'll know how to find me after I leave."
Plus, like, nobody here gets paid, not even the G02/oldies. Oversight on the bosses' part that they're prolly never gonna fix because most folks are just deathfodder anyways.
The version of the Agency in your dimension/timeline/whatever sounds better than mine. What the fuck.
I know you don't like me interacting because Agency yada-yada, but uh, if you want an example for the multiversal nonsense...
We don't actually have a living Wimbleton here. All I know is that apparently they blew themself up some time way back in the past. It's why our main target is Dr. Hofnarr. Some sort of fucked up butterfly effect, from seeing how most other universes have their Wimbleton alive.
Really! I mean it makes sense if there's infinite possibilities but it's still such a bizarre way for things to go, is that why your URL is aath instead of aahw? Do you just pick a new target whenever your main one dies? Sounds really endless and futile
Yup. TH stands for 'Tricky Hofnarr'. Because he just. uses both names? And my bosses are idiots who couldn't decide which to use. So, we're very stupidly, The Agency Against Tricky Hofnarr. Yaaayyyyyyy...
I have the weird position of being the 'social media manager' (Hence why I call myself Media) and also having to deal with our Christoff. So I'm both.. low rank and high rank? Paradox rank. So my knowledge is patchy about stuff.
From what I know, it's not because Wimbleton didn't crawl their way back from the grave again, but also because Hofnarr decided somethign along the lines of 'well, if he's not gonna be here, I might as well do his job' sort of thing. I think... how our Christoff is was part of that reasoning.
Apparently he got fucked up in the explosion too. It's why his weird halo thingie is all broken and purple. Some sort of overload.
Wow. Well. Average Nevada I guess. Still though. Also a social media manager for the agency is hilarious. What are you even supposed to be doing, advertising OSHA violations?
Technically I'm supposed to recruit so we don't have to spend so much time making clones (like your truly). Or to generally update like a company Email. But uh. Ya know. Nobody fucking reads this thing. Nobody from my universe anyways.
Why do you think I don't post for long periods of time? it's either nothing, Christoff being a menace, stuff everybody finds out about anyways, or half the HQ got demolished and we have to rebuild.
Christoff likes me (Hence why I have to deal with him. I'm like his Handler, & we usually only have those for MAGs), and quite frankly, nobody wants to know what would happen if I died or otherwise left. So plus side is that I'm effectively a 'DO NOT KILL' person so I do get targetted during raids. Still stay in my office just to be safe 'course.
Would it be a funny experiment to see what would happen if I left? Yeah. My personal hypothesis is that Christoff will follow me and join me with whatever fuck-off faction I join just because he can.
Do I want to go through all t he trouble of becoming a Dissenter? eeeehhhhhhhhhhh..... notreallyno.
I know you don't like me interacting because Agency yada-yada, but uh, if you want an example for the multiversal nonsense...
We don't actually have a living Wimbleton here. All I know is that apparently they blew themself up some time way back in the past. It's why our main target is Dr. Hofnarr. Some sort of fucked up butterfly effect, from seeing how most other universes have their Wimbleton alive.
Really! I mean it makes sense if there's infinite possibilities but it's still such a bizarre way for things to go, is that why your URL is aath instead of aahw? Do you just pick a new target whenever your main one dies? Sounds really endless and futile
Yup. TH stands for 'Tricky Hofnarr'. Because he just. uses both names? And my bosses are idiots who couldn't decide which to use. So, we're very stupidly, The Agency Against Tricky Hofnarr. Yaaayyyyyyy...
I have the weird position of being the 'social media manager' (Hence why I call myself Media) and also having to deal with our Christoff. So I'm both.. low rank and high rank? Paradox rank. So my knowledge is patchy about stuff.
From what I know, it's not because Wimbleton didn't crawl their way back from the grave again, but also because Hofnarr decided somethign along the lines of 'well, if he's not gonna be here, I might as well do his job' sort of thing. I think... how our Christoff is was part of that reasoning.
Apparently he got fucked up in the explosion too. It's why his weird halo thingie is all broken and purple. Some sort of overload.
Wow. Well. Average Nevada I guess. Still though. Also a social media manager for the agency is hilarious. What are you even supposed to be doing, advertising OSHA violations?
Technically I'm supposed to recruit so we don't have to spend so much time making clones (like your truly). Or to generally update like a company Email. But uh. Ya know. Nobody fucking reads this thing. Nobody from my universe anyways.
Why do you think I don't post for long periods of time? it's either nothing, Christoff being a menace, stuff everybody finds out about anyways, or half the HQ got demolished and we have to rebuild.
Christoff likes me (Hence why I have to deal with him. I'm like his Handler, & we usually only have those for MAGs), and quite frankly, nobody wants to know what would happen if I died or otherwise left. So plus side is that I'm effectively a 'DO NOT KILL' person so I do get targetted during raids. Still stay in my office just to be safe 'course.
Would it be a funny experiment to see what would happen if I left? Yeah. My personal hypothesis is that Christoff will follow me and join me with whatever fuck-off faction I join just because he can.
Do I want to go through all t he trouble of becoming a Dissenter? eeeehhhhhhhhhhh..... notreallyno.
I know you don't like me interacting because Agency yada-yada, but uh, if you want an example for the multiversal nonsense...
We don't actually have a living Wimbleton here. All I know is that apparently they blew themself up some time way back in the past. It's why our main target is Dr. Hofnarr. Some sort of fucked up butterfly effect, from seeing how most other universes have their Wimbleton alive.
Really! I mean it makes sense if there's infinite possibilities but it's still such a bizarre way for things to go, is that why your URL is aath instead of aahw? Do you just pick a new target whenever your main one dies? Sounds really endless and futile
Yup. TH stands for 'Tricky Hofnarr'. Because he just. uses both names? And my bosses are idiots who couldn't decide which to use. So, we're very stupidly, The Agency Against Tricky Hofnarr. Yaaayyyyyyy...
I have the weird position of being the 'social media manager' (Hence why I call myself Media) and also having to deal with our Christoff. So I'm both.. low rank and high rank? Paradox rank. So my knowledge is patchy about stuff.
From what I know, it's not because Wimbleton didn't crawl their way back from the grave again, but also because Hofnarr decided somethign along the lines of 'well, if he's not gonna be here, I might as well do his job' sort of thing. I think... how our Christoff is was part of that reasoning.
Apparently he got fucked up in the explosion too. It's why his weird halo thingie is all broken and purple. Some sort of overload.
Wow. Well. Average Nevada I guess. Still though. Also a social media manager for the agency is hilarious. What are you even supposed to be doing, advertising OSHA violations?
Technically I'm supposed to recruit so we don't have to spend so much time making clones (like your truly). Or to generally update like a company Email. But uh. Ya know. Nobody fucking reads this thing. Nobody from my universe anyways.
Why do you think I don't post for long periods of time? it's either nothing, Christoff being a menace, stuff everybody finds out about anyways, or half the HQ got demolished and we have to rebuild.
I know you don't like me interacting because Agency yada-yada, but uh, if you want an example for the multiversal nonsense...
We don't actually have a living Wimbleton here. All I know is that apparently they blew themself up some time way back in the past. It's why our main target is Dr. Hofnarr. Some sort of fucked up butterfly effect, from seeing how most other universes have their Wimbleton alive.
Really! I mean it makes sense if there's infinite possibilities but it's still such a bizarre way for things to go, is that why your URL is aath instead of aahw? Do you just pick a new target whenever your main one dies? Sounds really endless and futile
Yup. TH stands for 'Tricky Hofnarr'. Because he just. uses both names? And my bosses are idiots who couldn't decide which to use. So, we're very stupidly, The Agency Against Tricky Hofnarr. Yaaayyyyyyy...
I have the weird position of being the 'social media manager' (Hence why I call myself Media) and also having to deal with our Christoff. So I'm both.. low rank and high rank? Paradox rank. So my knowledge is patchy about stuff.
From what I know, it's not because Wimbleton didn't crawl their way back from the grave again, but also because Hofnarr decided somethign along the lines of 'well, if he's not gonna be here, I might as well do his job' sort of thing. I think... how our Christoff is was part of that reasoning.
Apparently he got fucked up in the explosion too. It's why his weird halo thingie is all broken and purple. Some sort of overload.
I know you don't like me interacting because Agency yada-yada, but uh, if you want an example for the multiversal nonsense...
We don't actually have a living Wimbleton here. All I know is that apparently they blew themself up some time way back in the past. It's why our main target is Dr. Hofnarr. Some sort of fucked up butterfly effect, from seeing how most other universes have their Wimbleton alive.