So are we just not going to talk about the fact that this place is suddenly a lot less dangerous?

[Asagi sighs, and shrugs, leaning back in her chair as she always is.]

Alright then, let's talk about something else.

[She kicks her feet down and leans forward, chin on her hands, feigning attentiveness.]

Tell me then- what's your good end for the tower? What do you boys and girls out there hope winds up happening when the clock hits zero on our time here?

Come on.

Always did love a good fairytale.

[ooc: backdated to sometime the 21st, late forever]
[Good day tower, have a very bored-looking Asagi in her red training uniform and her jacket, rocking back on two legs of a chair in front of a terminal.]

Now that shit's not facing imminent explosion- you know what I don't appreciate? Dying.

[She kicks back, throwing her feet up and leaning back in her chair to stare at the ceiling.]

I mean, the once back home wasn't really all that unexpected, even if I didn't think it'd actually happen at the time.

[She starts tossing a bracelet that's similar to the ones on her wrists up and down with one hand, heaving a sigh.]

But when people make it so that I have to go and put forth all the effort I can with these things, it's kind of inevitable. One big downside to 'em, I guess you could say. But you know what's not inevitable?

[She catches the bracelet with a finger, twirls it around almost boredly.]

Dumbass escalations of force where it's completely unnecessary. Especially in regards to shit that was your fault to begin with. But I mean hey, I guess as long as you get off on fucking with people that way, that kind of thing isn't really a problem, huh? Except really, it kind of is. And I'd appreciate it if it'd fucking stop?

Like seriously.

Get a hobby or something.

Cause I hear about one more stupid 'revenge' fight and I swear I'll rig this whole place to go nuclear.

[And she tosses the bracelet at the terminal to shut it off.]
02 February 2014 @ 05:52 pm
There is a concept in my world known as 'Second Magic'. The details of it are not common knowledge, nor is it widely used or explored at all by more than one individual. What is known is its definition in the broadest sense: 'the operation of parallel worlds'.

In short, parallel worlds where I come from are confirmed fact. And while I am not a scholar of Second Magic itself, now I find myself seriously considering the subject. Personally, I don't believe things are predetermined...and yet now I find myself wondering. Even if we restore everything to the way it was, what is the probability any of us live in a timeline that will end well? Mathematically, the odds are astronomical.

I don't know what I hoped to accomplish by communicating this. Maybe I'm so fucking tired I'm just going to ramble incoherently about magical theory until I officially go insane. Of course, maybe I already have gone insane. I might not be able to tell anymore.

On the slim chance anyone decides to come looking for me, I'll be in the laboratory. Exhaustion or not, I have work that needs to be done.
06 January 2014 @ 05:23 pm
I don't mean to be a nuisance, anyone good with electronics, or repairing them? I could use some help fixing something I got from home.

[Okay, so maybe adding the finishing touches on a suit of fusion-powered armor is a bit beyond the typical electronics hobbyist, but in Rick's mind anyone that can successfully fiddle with a circuit board is intelligent enough to build a jetpack. Right? Isn't that how these things work?]
20 November 2013 @ 11:18 pm
To all of those that cannot stand to fight their own battles, and would sooner flock together mindlessly in the name of what you consider to be 'right', only to then become that which you so self-righteously despise, 

You have accomplished nothing with your pointless schoolyard tactics, other than expose your own hypocrisy. 

Next time, approach me directly with your grievances, my mailbox is not suited to such trash. 

It would be cleaner, and far more expeditious in reaching a resolution.

Consider this a cordial warning. 

[Losing Mami, who he viewed as an adopted daughter, last month had been hard, but Diarmuid had worked his way through his grief by focusing on the happy times they had spent together.  However, when three more people he is close to are sent home--two of which he cares for like his own children--those happy memories become a source of pain instead of a route passed the grief.

When he appears on the Network, Diarmuid looks more lost and empty than he has in a long time.

Usually, when I address everyone, I am asking for help on a project that will benefit the whole Tower.  Today, I am asking for help on a more personal level.

How does one handle losing a child?  Not just one, but several over a short period of time?  Nothing I try seems to work, and I am...

[His voice trails off here, shaking and uncertain.  A short time later, the feed ends.]

In our arms for a little while, in our hearts forever. )

08 October 2013 @ 12:42 am
Ugh, hi, I guess they found me again. If anyone's wondering, being alone in a destroyed world might just be worse than the tower, but it's a tough call.

So, what did I miss?

[Feel free to action it up and find Waver in person too! Aside from at the computers he's likely to be found in the cafeteria, media room and library.]
20 September 2013 @ 02:07 am
So I hear tell about some pretty interesting people around here- namely, all you 'Servants' or Heroic Spirits or whatever.

[She leans forward, chin in her hands, and taps her fingers against her cheeks.]

You guys have got to tell me some stories. Being all legendary has to make for some interesting stuff to share.

[She makes a slight face.]

It'll sure beat waiting for terrible stuff to happen at least, right?

[You can all blame Archer and Lancer.]

[ooc: this post is in the afternoon after this log.]
16 September 2013 @ 05:04 pm
Last month, I posted to the Network asking for those who would be willing teach others how to fight--both with and without powers--to contact me. Many of you were willing to share your talents with those who needed them, and I thank you very much for that.

[Diarmuid smiles and bows his head for a moment before continuing.]

However, aside from a few people who I have already helped find teachers, I haven't really heard from anyone who would like to take advantage of the skills that have been offered. I understand that many of you have probably already found teachers amongst those who you know. For those who still might be looking, I thought that I would post a list of those who offered their services so you can take advantage of them should you ever wish to.

I will warn you, though, that most of these people are battle-hardened warriors and do not pull their punches. If you take them up on their offers, please be prepared to work your hardest. They will expect no less and those who you are fighting for deserve no less.

Here is the list. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me. Since I know most of the people on the list, if you are unsure who you should contact, I will be glad to direct you to a teacher.

Teacher List )

If anyone would like to be added to the list, please feel free to let me know. Also, let me know if you would like the information listed by your names altered in anyway or wish to be removed from the list.  This list isn't a static thing by any means.

On a sadder note, for any of you who knew Mami Tomoe, it has come to my attention that she has been sent home. I know she was close to many people. She left me a cookie recipe and since Riki has given us such a good selection of food this month, I can think of no better way to honor her memory than to bake some of the sweets she made so well. Anyone who would like to join me is welcome, though, I cannot guarantee my cookies will be anywhere near as good as the ones she made.  I--

[For a moment it seems like Diarmuid will continue, but after a few seconds, he just shakes his head and ends the feed.]


(OOC: If anyone would like to meet up with Diarmuid in the kitchen to try making those cookies, feel free to tag your response with Action, Kitchen and cooking shenanigans can be had!)

... is this supposed to scare me or something?

[Asagi is flicking the slightly bloodied tip of a blade back and forth between her fingers, expression unimpressed.]

Med-drones say it's my blood, but I don't get it- what's the point of sending this to me? Not like I care about a little hemoglobin splattering here and there.

[She settles her chin in her free hand, stopping the blade tip between her index and middle fingers.]

I'm almost disappointed.

[A shrug.]

What'd the rest of you get?