06 September 2012 @ 12:34 pm
Okay, guys, I've given this request thing some thought.

[Quite a bit, since he's been quiet for quite a while, and hasn't been doing much of anything-]

After Jason gave Sayaka, Ven, and I our matching set of scalpel wounds, I realized that we may have actually irritated him, even if only a little bit. And if this is his month, then next month he theoretically won't be handling requests.

[A pause.]

So, who wants to join in flooding the request box? If a bunch of people request for him to get punched on a month that isn't his, we might get somewhere. I kinda doubt it, but I have to try.

'Course, if you request this, you might wake up with a hand stab- or worse, if he somehow hijacks the situation. Which he probably will. Just, be ready for potential pain, okay?

[[OOC: Here is a convenient link to the IC request box!]]
29 August 2012 @ 07:22 am
You have to send me back, please- I can fix this, maybe they're not all dead, maybe I haven't destroyed everyone yet, but if I'm here then I can't do anything!


[She flutters her wings uncertainly. It looks like she's been crying.]
25 August 2012 @ 11:29 pm
[ Hello Animus, have the King of Evil appear on your terminal's screen today. As usual, he's not looking very happy, but at least his tone is calm and not threatening. ]

I see everything is going back to normal around these parts... In spite of what the one in charge of this place did to the tower, to her four lapdogs and to us. A shame really.

[ He shakes his head. Yes yes, he's outright accusing Ruana to be directly responsible for the whale attack. But on to the important part. ]

Anyway, are there any in this tower particularly skilled with the use of computers or machines? If yes I would very much like to speak with you. It is for a matter of utter importance.
25 August 2012 @ 05:09 am
[It's about time she tried this thing out, so here she is sitting in the library.]

Heya! Thought I'd make a broadcast and here it is! This is the United States of America speaking. Crazy I know, I bet you're all like, "Oh shit, she's so awesome!" Don't worry if you can't handle how great I am, that's totally natural and everything.

[SHE CLAPS her hands together once and rubs them together in apparent anticipation.] Now that I'm here, these Tower dudes really have it comin'. See, I'm gonna get you guys outta here. Don't know how, where or when, but I promise! [slams a fist into her palm with a firm nod, determination glittering in her eyes.]

Between now and whenever the hell that is, let's get to know each other! You got that part about me being America, which is totally like... the best part, and also that I'm fuckin' awesome. Yeah that's right, I'm the U.S. of A. Comin' right atcha from...

[she looks around]

Uh. This library. [A pout. Which immediately disappears, because she's back to smiling again.]

Whatev, whatev. [Who could ever tell she's looking for information? Really looking, actually. It's a ruse.

... It's a ruse, and she really is showing everyone how fabulous she is. And don't you forget it.]

Peace out homies, and stay frosty!~ [she points at the screen and mock-shoots it with her finger, and with a wink from Amelia, the broadcast ends.]
13 August 2012 @ 11:13 am
Is something going on? The readings are off.


12:30PM EST - The Tower is rattling.

12:45PM EST - The Tower is shaking more violently. Things are starting to move around, fall over, and fall off shelves. Something like loud, twisted whalesong can be heard.

12:55PM EST - The Tower is shaking violently; anything not bolted down will start falling over. A massive whale can be seen swimming up through the fog out the lower level windows--the fog cuts into its already bubbling, too-tight skin, and it trails thick black blood, but it isn't losing momentum and it's going to break through the fog barrier soon at the rate it's moving.

1:00PM EST - The whale reaches the top of the Tower and begins ramming into it. The tower creaks and screeches and groans; a bright white light circles the Tower as a barrier is revealed to cover the entire thing.

The whale rams it. It begins cracking.]