Helen Magnus
20 August 2012 @ 02:11 am
[On the screen is a young girl of around seven who looks quite different from the woman she’s destined to be. For the moment, her curiosity has overwhelmed the fear associated with suddenly finding herself alone in a strange place. And incredibly strange it was, considering home was London in the 1850’s.]

Oh.

[Mostly through trial and error, little Helen has figured out how to use the network. But the strange voices and images, while captivating, still occasionally startle her.

Sitting up a little straighter, she clears her throat.
]

If I could please go home, now? I’m certain Father is worried.
 
 
E%patriate Darkleer
20 August 2012 @ 01:31 pm
[The video feed crackles to life on a ridiculously massive troll. The bulk of his shoulders conceals most of the surroundings from view, but when he shifts his weight the background is revealed. A kitchen, perhaps a glimpse into the room beyond -- all of it completely trashed. The oven door has been reduced to twisted metal, a couple cabinets are hanging off the hinges, and the refrigerator shall likely never refrigerate again.

Someone was exceptionally upset.

Yet when his face comes into focus, it's deceptively calm. A muscle in his jaw twitches, his eyes are flinty, his hair is in a bit of disarray, but aside from that he looks like the epitome of gracious poise. His tone is... pleasant, taut, but there's a growl lurking beneath the words.]


Excuse me. Who broke my bows?


((Equius is all aged up! Yeah!))
 
 
Johanna Mason
20 August 2012 @ 01:55 pm
 
These are seriously the worst Games I've ever seen.

When is somebody going to kill something?
 
 
Jesse Pinkman
20 August 2012 @ 03:14 pm
Yo, anyone holdin?
 
 
Rose Lalonde (age 5)
[holy god who taught this precocious little shit to how to post on the network.]

Dirk wants to play ponies.

[Yeah "Dirk" definitely is the one who wants to play ponies.]

He says he wants the people that color good.
 
 
Bruce Banner
[After playing with one of the many laptops he finds in the Tower, Bruce sets it down on the floor--unaware of the fact that the webcam is recording. He picks up his juice box for a drink and picks his nose thoughtfully as he looks around.

After he puts the juice back down, he scampers across the room to Tony's well-stocked bar and reaches up for a bottle of liquor. Little fingers scrabble against the glass, and it topples to the side and then crashes to the floor. Oops. Scaling one of the bar stools allows him to reach the bottles easily, and then he disappears off screen with a fifth of Grey Moose. When he returns to the bar for another bottle, he is empty handed.

The process repeats until they are gone or until someone stops him from dumping all of Stark's booze down the toilet. Whichever comes first. ]
 
 
Sakura Kyoko
20 August 2012 @ 09:30 pm
 
Ah... Alright. Hello? Excuse me, but I'm looking for my father.

[ first thing that comes out of the girls mouth, slightly younger than before. she doesn't seem scared but she doesn't seem calm about the situation either. well, it's not like she has complete reason to be. ]

I wouldn't want my family to worry ya'know? They'd be panicking without me back soon.
 
 
Eridan Ampora
20 August 2012 @ 09:58 pm
 
im gettin dowwnright wwearya this gamea chase youvve implemented
i no longer havve patience for this
the heiress has no business wwith you
and i wwonder howw favvorable youre findin the misery your actions havve caused
wwhile i find the emotion highly revvoltin
ivve heard rumours lowwerbloods possess a qualitya empathy
wwhere one regrets the needless deathsa others such as the ones ivve taken wwhilst cleavin a path towwards you
then again should this servve to be no issue wwith you by all means
continue this pointless escape attempt
as you can see wwe are entirely fuckin surrounded by wwater
wwhich is hardly your element
and i havve no problem continuin my methoda followwin you
 
 
REINO DE ESPAÑA ● Antonio Fernández Carriedo
20 August 2012 @ 11:22 pm
Wh-what is this place?! There's strange, metal things that make noise and lights that burn like the sun and- And-

I- Who is this lady who fashions herself as my mother?! She must be a witch. Or something! This isn't the New Worrrrllllddd!!