DEEP END

Need someone else to get their hands dirty for you? Hah, don't we all... I guess that's where guys like me come in. est. July 22nd Rank: Vigilante Residence: Apartment O-5 event notes [ Affiliated with Citta Alveare ] sidebar by drazuart @ tumblr icons by puppetsarts, artdachi ; (color by holyjudgment)

[savetheinfidel]

man's best friend | Sasuke

[kagemoguri]

It wasn’t often Sasuke made his way to the second sector. Frankly, the place’s air made him want to gag. But the train had been held up, and the shinobi hadn’t felt like waiting to get his trip to sector one. Too bad this leg of the route was anything but scenic.

What a coincidence that the very same cry would catch his attention, though. Really, the only difference in the end was that he was still using whatever rooftops he could; the air was terrible, but it was a slightly better alternative to walking through whatever covered those grimy streets. He wasn’t about to hazard a guess as to what that might be, exactly.

Seeing the animal being beaten, his eyes narrowed. True, he knew the difference between harming a human and a beast, but there was also a difference in doing it senselessly and for a purpose. This, to his eye, was the former. What good could possibly come from such an act?

Sasuke was about to leap down, when a familiar voice cut through the air, making him freeze. His tone wasn’t loud, but there was no missing the anger behind it. Good. They were of like mind on this, then.

"I don’t know, might be fun." Sasuke chuckled, just as his feet hit the ground, some feet behind Sean. "Then again…" even as he trailed off, his tone became more serious, losing the edge of his playful note when he let the bitter sarcasm take over, "guys like this might learn a thing or two from their own games, right?"

In other words, he wasn’t going to stop him from teaching the guy a painful lesson. Not unless he decided to take that lesson a few steps too far, anyway.

[savetheinfidel]

Footfalls on hard pavement crunched against loose gravel and dust: The resulting noise yanked Sean's attention away from the despicable scene and onto the man garbed in camouflage. Whatever tension pulled at his shoulders and back began to dissipate upon recognition. Still, his hand didn't draw away from his pockets where he intended to remove his gloves. "You really should wear a pair of jingle bells or something. What if I blew your brains out for sneaking up on me?" He slipped the leather off of his fingertips and reveled in the sensations upon his bare hands. Gripping the wall, he peered around the corner once more and sighed.

"I knock him down, you get the dog." A smirk tugged at his lips. "Sound good?"

[classicflavortwerket]

You continue to smiling, nodding along attentively as Sean speaks. You add to your mental notes to also explain what good it would be to have a more convenient and timely way of transportation to the people in charge, though you are glad that there is, in fact, some way to traverse across the sectors. After you’re settled in here you suppose you’ll try and do some exploring of the other sectors. First however, you still have to find your apartment. At least now you know where you are.

If there was a bus route then the sector itself must be quite large. You were quite intrigued by the fact that the “residents” of this place would be given items by the scientists if they were well liked. You wonder how you become acquainted with the scientists, and make another note to try and keep on their good side— Perhaps you won’t bring up the point about the trains after all……..

You stare at Sean, nearly straining your neck, as he asks if you can figure the rest out on your own. You don’t want to inconvenience him, especially as he’s already gone so far out of his way to help you. But a small piece of you doesn’t want to have to face the monstrous city alone. Still, you take a deep breath and smile.

ARANEA: I really appreci8 all your help Sean. I’m sorry to have made you go out of your way. You have 8een of priceless assistance to me, and if you ever have any questions I can answer in return please don’t hesit8 to ask. It would 8e the least I could do.

ARANEA: I think I can manage on my own for now, though…….. if you could point me in the general direction of my apartment, I would manage 8etter. Only, of course, if you have a moment more to spare, if not I understand. 

[savetheinfidel]

Oh no, she's cute. Like, Terezi-levels of cute if not more so. She reminds him of one of the girls who'd use to trail behind him, always hiding behind his legs as if could shield her from anything. Sean bites back a sigh. It wouldn't sit right with him to just send Aranea off on her way; he sets his hands upon his hips and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I can do that. It's not a big deal." Not as big of a deal as he keeps trying to make it out to be. As an afterthought, he quietly tells her in a gentle voice, "I wouldn't exactly call my help priceless... n-not that I'm asking for compensation. It's really nothing. There's no need to thank me, sheesh." Now he's all tongue-tied and embarrassing himself.

"Why don't you just follow me?" He shakes his head and starts down the road, trying to make sense of where the complexes are. It was only a few months back when he had an apartment of his own, but he had leaped at the chance to move into a house - and in a nicer sector to boot. Sean glances over his shoulder to see how Aranea is keeping up and mumbles, "So, you don't happen to come from that Alternia place or whatever it's called, do you?"

[savetheinfidel]

Insomnia Escape Reminder

Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

Extremely light sleeper. He rarely gets more than four hours unless he takes sleeping aids. He usually sleeps with a knife under the pillow, very romantic, I know. And he sleeps with his gloves on because, lemme tell you, this one time he brought a lady friend home and--

Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it?

He goes running. It helps until the adrenaline runs out. If he wasn't so paranoid, he'd probably visit the shooting range more.

Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

Around the kids, he'd tie little colorful strings 'cause they thought it was the coolest thing ever. He actually has a pretty good memory and if he really needs to remember something, he'll repeat it to himself over and over again like a weirdo.

[savetheinfidel]

Pistol, Vice

Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

He's an improvisational fighter. He'll smash a bottle on the curb and wield that. He'll throw chairs. He might even pull a MacGyver out of crap laying around. Anything to survive, really. Violence is sort of the norm that he's grown up in, but he tries to keep his loved ones out of it. Consider his love interest's occupation, though, he's having a hard time doing that.

As of this moment, though, his weapon of choice is a pistol.

Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

He used to smoke. But he quit.

He always cheats at cards. Always. Even if it's something stupid like Go Fish, he's probably cheating. The game turns into catching him cheating instead of actually playing the card game. He's horrible.

Also, he's pretty ashamed of himself when he drinks in excess. He tries not to 'drown his sorrows'; it makes him too sloppy. He's a happy drunk, but there's a fine line between that and when he starts becoming abusive.

[yourfuckingmuse]

A-Z HEADCANONS FOR MY CHARACTERS

Alignment :: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play? Beverage :: What do they most like to drink, and why? Co-Habitate :: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in? Decor :: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details? Escape :: What do they do to destress? How successful is it? Fluff :: What hits their soft spot? Does anything them into emotional goo? Grudge :: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long? Hobby :: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising? Insomnia :: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper? Jaded :: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard? Kin :: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family? Law :: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it? Magic :: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock? Network :: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others? Offspring :: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple? Pistol :: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence? Question :: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about? Reminder :: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks? Sing :: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head? Touch :: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big? Upcoming :: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans? Vice :: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of? Wardrobe :: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces? X-Ray :: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves? Yack :: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about? Zodiac :: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

[savetheinfidel]

Since the quarter is resuming, I feel like I should take on more threads so that when I do have time to reply, you (my roleplay friends) will get more out of it than some snarky choice-ass words from the mouth of Aoi Kurashiki. As of now, I have:

On Sean: Alfendi, Aranea, Delsin

CAworu (angelosapocalypsis): Gou, Ohjiro, Toph

Kaworu (decapitulation): Asuka, Homura, Jehanne, Levi, Ukoku

Santa (hollyhockblues): Liu, Charles

If you're not listed, I'm totally blanking. Please don't hesitate to remind me. Like this post if you'd want to plot with any of my [ 4 ] characters, or send me a PM on one of their accounts.

[smalltowndelinquent]

Doesn't look like Washington anymore. || CA Open ||

|| Ever since the mischievous young rebel was given the power to use many different conduit abilities such as smoke and neon, his whole life had virtually changed. Back in his hometown, he was constantly getting himself into trouble for showcasing his artistic talent illegally on a bunch of different buildings. More embarrassingly, it was always his brother who would come and arrest him. But now, he was able to change all of the wrong doings he had previously made and give himself an actual good name. In the eyes many, he was now considered a hero for taking down Brooke Augustine and ending her reign of terror. He attempted to be humble about it, but sometimes, how can you not be happy when everyone is cheering for you?

Only days after he had fulfilled his promise to his people, another change had occurred in his life. Delsin now found himself on the streets of what seemed to be a rather different city then what he was used to. Could he still be in Washington? Probably not. The architecture looked pretty different from what he was used to. For all he knew, he probably wasn’t even in the United States anymore.

If there was one thing Delsin was curious about, it was whether he still had his powers or not. He could have lost them or something not remembering a single thing from the past few days. After a few minutes of testing out his powers, he had come to the realization that the only thing he could still do was use his smoke dash. A look of disappointment appeared over his face.

“Damn, all that work trying to perfect these powers and for what? All I can use now is smoke? A damn shame.”

Now that testing out his powers was out of the way, it was time to see if he could find anyone. It was a city after all, so there had to be more people around, right? The conduit began walking around with caution, just about ready for anything to happen. “Hello? Uh…anyone here? I’m a— I’m a little lost here. Y’know, a little help would be greatly appreciated and all…" ||

[savetheinfidel]

Delsin would've felt a pair of eyes on him if he was the perceptive sort. Not that Sean Patterson felt the need to hide his presence. Not in a street this busy. He rubbed his fingers against the palm of his leather glove, trying to pull his smirk back into something more approachable. Less threatening. He didn't want to come across as some kind of sleazeball, especially with his imposing stature.

Yet another new kid hanging around in the streets, wandering aimlessly unlike the the crowds that always had a purpose - as if programmed to mill about to and fro; Sean ran a hand through his Arnold Palmer locks (one part as blonde as lemonade, the other part as steeped as sweet tea) and decided to bite. It couldn't hurt to see what the man was up to, or even lend a helping hand. Making allies before you made enemies was the way he ordered his priorities.

"Hey." He approached from behind, clapping a hand upon the other man's shoulder. Sean smiled plainly enough. Nothing mischievous about him, nosiree, he was as clean as a whistle, honest to God! "You look like you could use a hand. Just arrived, right? They really need to step up their welcoming committee. I mean, where were the 3D glasses? I would've liked to see that Hoervich pop." He laughed, just to lighten the mood. It wasn't a pleasant experience, being whisked away to a strange new city.

"The name's Sean. Ask around long enough and they'll tell you it's Sean McShawnster. Cheesy, I know, but my brand of humor is cheaper than a movie ticket. Last I heard, an IMAX ticket will run your wallet $15 deep." Well, now, Sean sure was feeling talkative.

[classicflavortwerket]

You smile up at the tall man, grateful that he has decided to divulge some of his knowledge. You aren't surprised to hear about the many ‘cultures.’ You assume that everyone here is from different places and universes, and probably different times. It’s not totally strange to see them all muddled together, but you have more experience with muddled timelines and crossed cultures than most. You are, however, a little taken aback with Sean’s almost resentful note of ‘getting used to it’. You hope he doesn't mind your sudden appearance too terribly much.

ARANEA: It’s a pleasure to meet you Sean. So there are six sectors in total? I take it that the 5 in my apartment num8er has to do with the sector then?

ARANEA: I suppose a train would be efficient for getting around a loop like that with a large number of people, 8ut it doesn’t sound very timely. Are there other ways of getting around, or is the only transportation 8y train?

You hope you aren’t asking too many questions. You’re more used to answering them then asking them.

[savetheinfidel]

He can tell that the troll gal has a good head on her shoulders, or at least a brain that knows how to connect the dots. It makes his job a lot easier. "Yeah. Your apartment would be in there." It isn't easy to stay irritable with someone who is patient and calm, never mind her strange appearance. He really should be used to it by now, but he's a stubborn fool set in his ways. Call it his great tragic flaw: Sean's kind of an ass.

"In terms of crossing between sectors, I think it's the only way... I mean, you could walk, but that'd take you forever. The bus routes - which I never use mind you - only operate within each sector and don't cross over. It's a hassle, I know, but if the scientists like you enough, they'll give you personal means of transportation." Survive long enough and you get rewarded for it. He doesn't have the energy to get irritated by how efficiently the scientists have managed to corral all of them into this quaint little system.

"Think you can figure the rest out on your own?" He looks a little antsy, as if he's in a rush to be somewhere. Must be that internal conflict of his. Weird looking alien versus outstanding personality. Does not compute.

[savetheinfidel]

man's best friend | open

"Festering boils--!" Of all the colorful expletives he could have called upon, Sean felt the need to fall back on the classics. The rustic phrase clashed against his modern-day attire; what he needed was a long length of cloth wrapped around his person like a hooded shawl and he'd be all set for a historical re-enactment. After all, he had the deep rumbling voice for battle cries and sonorous speeches.

But, to tell you the truth, his exclamation had come out over something much more simpler than a dramatic play; he had caught his wrist on a length of barbed wire trying to hop back over a restricted zone in sector two. Shame on him for playing around in private property in the first place. That was the life he led, though, always toeing the line with the law.

Another archaic swear leaped from his mouth as the pain worsened. The gash was deep enough that any contact from his gloves ached. With his teeth, he ripped the damn thing off and stared at the damage. "I liked this pair, too. You can't expect me to wear the other one without its twin..." Pity. "Gah... this almost makes me want to--" he silenced himself at the sudden cry of a voice.

Drunken ramblings paired off with the cocking of a pistol silenced him. The smart thing to do would be to walk in the other direction. So why am I about to peer around the corner? Sean snuck a glance around the bend and noted that the armed man had a dog on a leash-- and was kicking at the poor hound. His temper flared.

"Bastard... I'm not even gonna waste a bullet on you."

[classicflavortwerket]

You watch the few pedestrians pass by, wondering if you hadn't been heard. You wait a moment; trying to decide between persisting in getting help, or navigating the city on your own. You were in the midst of conceiving the most efficient way to explore your surroundings without getting entirely lost (deliberating between a complex system where you marked each street you went down, returning each time to the spot you were currently in, and flying which, while allowing a lovely aerial view of the sprawling city, would have a very poor view of the streets themselves) when a very tall, human male approached you. You were forced to look up at his towering form as he spoke if you wanted to even attempt to make eye contact with the stranger.

He tells you that there is no directory, and you’re a little disappointed. If you are ever formally introduced to someone in charge here you will most certainly provide a lengthy explanation as to why directories should be given out to the newly kidnapped residents of this Hive City.

When he mentions sectors you raise an eyebrow. It made sense that the large city before you would be broken up into sections, it was probably all a part of the “social experiment” going on. You suppose that it might be to see how different environments affect the people in them and their relations to one another, but then again…You quickly push the thought away as you realize you should probably respond to the man before you.  He was, in his own way, trying to help you after all. Though you wish he’d been a little more forthright with his information, but not everyone, sadly, can be as good at elaborating as you are.

ARANEA: Thank you. It’s a shame they don’t have a directory, it would be extremely helpful for newcomers. Ver8al directions work, 8ut are often vague and easy to misinterpret. As for the sectors, I appreci8 the advice, I’ll 8e sure to try and avoid them. Though I, unfortun8ly, have no idea where they are, and therefore cannot avoid them entirely. If I find that I stum8le into one, I suppose I’ll do what I can to leave.

ARANEA: Oh, sorry, I suppose I should have introduced myself first. My name is Aranea, Aranea Serket. 

[savetheinfidel]

Her demeanor is anything but hostile or even deserving of scrutiny. And unlike the first troll he encountered, this one is ever so polite, making most humans look terribly rude. The least he can do is smile, then, since she's making it all the easier for him. As much as he wants to keep his guard up, she's a very disarming individual. Too nice for her own good maybe. He's a little worried that she'll be taken advantage of. Or maybe she'll do a complete 180 and stab someone in the back. Whatever the case may be, he's got a few points to address:

"Right, right... The name's Sean. Sean McShawnster." He says it without a lick of irony. "Well, we're in sector five at the moment. It's a little quirky with all the different, err, 'cultures' next to each other, but you kinda get used to it. Even if you don't want to." Let's just say that he isn't the most tolerant of people and leave it at that.

"So the way you get around this place is by train. It takes about a half hour to get from one to the next, and it only goes clockwise. So basically, it'd take you an hour to swing over to six, then it loops back into one, two, and so on." Hopefully that made sense to her. He wasn't sure how much simpler it could get.

[puzzleprof-deactivated20140905]

Puzzle 001: The Hive | Open

[puzzleprof-deactivated20140905]

As he saw it— aside from being abducted without warning, that is— he would have found no reason to find this city more dangerous than any other he had visited. “I appreciate your concern,” he said. “Thank you.”

"The sign posted says I’m to live in complex one, and assuming that this is indeed sector one, I can’t imagine the building is too far off." A small part of him wished for some sort of map that needed to be decoded, or a riddle to name the street which the flat was on. Unfortunately, as he began to follow the stranger in the direction of the housing complex, it seemed that would not be the case. "Though perhaps I should introduce myself first." With a tip of his hat he offered a smile of his own. "Professor Hershel Layton. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

[savetheinfidel]

Sector one, whoa. Talk about a real doozy. The puzzle-loving professor would get a kick out of all those rotating buildings. If anyone was going to see a pattern in the way the area shifted about, it was him. But Sean didn't know anything about the famous professor's logic-trouncing mind and simply felt sorry for him. "I guess it could be worse..."

He returned the man's smile with one of his, albeit with less poise and more mischief. "Sean McShawnster. I was home-schooled, so no fancy titles for me." It wasn't like he could afford to tote around a doctorate anyone. With as many mouths that needed feeding as he did, Sean had to be at home more often than not. Yet he had to set that lifestyle aside now, didn't he?

"Where are you from? I'd say London judging from the accent."

[savetheinfidel]

"It's not like I wanted this ability back. Gods... I'm gonna start feeling bad for anyone who runs into me."

[justicescales]

3H3H3H3 1M S4V1OR NOW TOO!!

H1GHF1V3 S34N!!

[savetheinfidel]

"You, a savior? What's so heroic about you, Dia? Look at these noodle arms and this squishy tummy." Tickle attack.

[savetheinfidel]

"Renegade, huh? I guess the gloves are off..."

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

{ please read! } expansion pack. [ 3/25/2014 ]

hello there, members! the mods are here to kindly remind you all of the special package we are offering for those who have been with us actively for eight months or even longer! before sending in your notice to the scientist blog over here, there are a few notes and reminders we would like to bring up to you:

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[failedlunartears-deactivated201]

s o n g bi r d;; {Open}

     Something was wrong the moment he held Yonah’s shoulders, something amiss. Why was he here? It was the final bout with the Shadowlord, after everything was said and done, going as far as to killing the woman he cherished to ease her passing. Could he not held Yonah at least once before she vanished once more? With Weiss gone, Emil gone, and Kaine… Out of commission, what was he to do next? His previous weapon disappeared as well, in place of it a wooden sword. The shape felt somewhat familiar, but remembered his distaste with the weight. 

"Where is this…."

This land felt strange, completely unreal to him. Everything felt so…dead. Artificial. He could go on really, but at least it didn’t feel as dreadful as the time he ventured with Emil into the deeper parts of his mansion. His roughed hands tightened over the wooden stick, anger flaring as he began to sprint in some kind of direction the paved path took him. 

Something had to count within the place he was put in, he needed some kind of answers to this odd world. Even if it meant breaking it apart.

[savetheinfidel]

"It sure as hell isn't Kansas," came the untimely quip. In spite of his baritone, he had the gangly look of a high school dropout, too young to realize the ramifications of his delinquency. He had a smug looking grin, one that made you want to punch it right off his face were it not for the self-depreciative wince that soon followed. His golden eyes, wide and doe-like, twinkled with a forced mischief.

He thrust out his arm and tested his luck yet again, "Need a hand there, grandpa?"

[classicflavortwerket]

Aranea: They could have just asked. [Open]

You awaken to find that you are in a room you do not recognize; the strong smell of chemicals and the cold metal you find yourself lying on are certainly unfamiliar. You sit up, taking in the sparse room and white walls as the television flickers to life. A man, presumably human, appears and informs you that you have essentially been kidnapped, and you can’t help but wonder what a surgeon is doing working on a social experiment that includes kidnapping individuals from their homes. However, the more you ponder the question the more you realize you aren’t sure, for once, that you want the answer. You would, however, like to know where you’ve been teleported to, and maybe what sort of information they are trying to gather. You’re sure that you could have provided quite a lot had they simply asked.

The screen goes black once more and you stare at it for a moment, terribly disappointed with the lack of information you’ve been given about, well, anything. You suppose that finding out about your new housing arrangement would be the first thing to do. You slide off the metal slab and turn, not surprised to see a door there.  

After stepping outside and looking at the posted bulletin that informs you that you are to be staying in apartment b-5 you decide that it might be best to try and approach someone for information. You have, unfortunately, no idea where said apartment is. Actually, you have no idea where anything is. And, as much as you would like to find out what exactly is going on, it seems a little more pertinent to be able to find out where you are in this strange city.

ARANEA: Excuse me, 8ut would anyone here happen to know where I may find something I could use to loc8 my apartment such as, say, a map? Though I suppose ver8al directions would also 8e helpful.

ARANEA: Actually, anything that may help me navig8 this strange place would be gr8ly appreciated. 

[savetheinfidel]

It's not easy to make yourself scarce, not when the city gets bigger each and every week. Sure, people come and go, but they're always replaced and it feels as if there's no keeping up with the pulse of the place. Maybe that's part of the experiment. It's impossible to keep tabs on everyone the way Sean would have liked to. His inner coward tells him to give up and find a hole to crawl into, but he's turned over so many leaves in the past eight months that he refuses to simply stow away again.

And, of course, it's just his luck that he'd happen upon yet another one of those trolls Terezi's told him so much about. Aside from the aforementioned one, though, he's none too fond of the species. They contradict everything he's been raised to believe and it's hard to accept their existence. He can't be anything other than condescending towards them. What if Terezi is just an outlier and the rest of them a threat?

"There's no directory. You're gonna have to make due with what people tell you." You'd expect some sort of elaboration from him, but Sean is a tower standing at six-feet-four-inches and he owes no one any answers. Running a hand through his sun-bleached mop - a sorry excuse for a styled cut, really - he adds more as an afterthought, "Stay out of sectors two and three. They're the worst of the bunch. Six is decent."