Intro Log!

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: February 11 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City!


The city was in good shape today, despite the recent attack to it and the unfortunate earthquake a month back. The damages to the city had been repaired best as they could, and everything else was covered in a healthy heap of decor for the upcoming Valentine’s Day.

Things were a bit somber, as was expected after so many of the residents lost their loved ones. Fortunately, if there was something Death City was good at, it was getting back on its feet after a fall.

[ooc: Player characters will also be joining the log. Everything after the sub thread Soul Perception is open to all characters.]

Comments

[itsalright]

"I'm sure they have spares, though. If we really are at war, then there are bound to be people who would need a wheelchair after battle."

If he remembered correctly, during the tour, the boy Soul Eater said there were clinics for those who got hurt.

[OPEN]

[vintage_magic]

It had been a few days since Lily’s return from San Francisco and the injuries from her demon exorcising adventures were fading. But the bug bites and tiny cuts scattered across her face and hands hadn’t completely disappeared yet and it was with some reluctance that the natural witch finally went out. Most of what hadn’t spoiled in her nearly week-long absence had gone into her meals the past three days, leaving only a cup of cornmeal and handful of flour as possible fixins for her dinner. Plus, her herbs had gone stale and no witch worth her salt used less than potent herbs. Clearly, it was time to go shopping and hopefully, she wouldn’t get too many stares or questions about her face.

On her way back to her apartment with her groceries, she passed by Casualty Communal and noticed there seemed to be a large amount of people about. It looked kind of like that group when she first found herself here… Did that cotton-pickin’ Brew machine bring more strange characters to this place?

[sermonize]

[ welp. can't be right all the time. ]

Then there should be plenty to fight their war. Why does it keep bringing in more?

[touma_h_norstein]

"The last major event you mean?" Touma replied. "Yggdrasil was defeated. We saved both worlds. The digimon... Gaomon and everyone went back home."

[dungenessmaster]

Who the fuck knows why BREW does anything it does? It's fickle and no one can figure it out. Sometimes it'll bring people here, then send them home like two days later. Or keep them for months on end and then send them back in the middle of the night so everyone's all, oh shit, where's what's-his-horns?

[yeah he's a little bitter. BREW likes to mess with his friends and took his partner pretty recently.]

We get these batches of new people because for some reason we almost never get to keep anyone worthwhile. It's so stupid and there's no pattern to it at all.

[strawhatreporter]

Carl examines the device again. "Only works in the city, huh? But even with that limitation, this thing must have countless uses. How's it powered? Does it need batteries?"

[strawhatreporter]

After a few moments, Carl was able to relax and lower his finger.

"Er, sorry. The last time I saw a human that could change into an animal, he was... rather unfriendly in either form."

[wiredgod]

[The smiles widens somewhat, pleased with the praise] Thank you.

You're a new arrival, aren't you? You're handling this well. [A polite compliment, because she really does admire the ones that come through this with as much sense of calm as they can manage] Are you used to things like this?

[tabasco]

'Sexy outfits'...?

Oh my, Mitsuba flushed in embarrassment. She is definitely not used to these kind of openly stated things that she would, personally, either not speak of or keep a hushed tone about.

"I'm afraid I am past the age to go out on dates. Something modest will do it."

[wiredgod]

[She always likes it when he eats the things she's made, whether it be dinner or desserts. She likes putting in the effort and work to make something people enjoy.

Her expression becomes instantly elated at the mention of Lee--but drops just as quickly into a mild confusion] But-- But why? [Why doesn't he remember? Why would BREW return him to them, but without his memory?]

He doesn't remember anything? Not even Gaara or... ['Or us?']

[strawhatreporter]

"Don't remember? What do you mean, their memories are erased? By who? Shibusen?"

The thought made Carl nervous. It was the perfect way of stifling the truth, erasing the memories of those involved. And it went against his nature as a reporter.

[tabasco]

Mitsuba nods, looking at the small, blond girl with the pigtails.

"I wonder if I may? I apologise if it is out of the way, but would money be a concern? I did not," she quickly wonders if this statement would make sense, considering the circumstances, "bring any with me."

[scatterflower]

Chika nodded. "Okay. That... well, at least that makes things a bit easier. I don't need to worry about spilling anything too important. Though apparently we don't remember this place if we go back home anyway so I guess that doesn't matter all that much either..."

[tabasco]

This man was very straight to the point. Immediately, she fumbles at his words and--with her hands together--she bows again to show her appreciation of his time to help her out. She holds on tight to the communicator and keeps in mind that it would do her good not to lose or misplace it.

"Thank you very much. I do think that's all I was wondering right now," it has technically been a lot of information to take in. "Except, would it be rude to ask for your name? I'm Okita Mitsuba--and perhaps at a later date I would like to prepare for you a culinary delicacy for your troubles."

By 'culinary delicacy' was meant a 'trap' in the shape of whatever sort of food with extremely hot spices.

[tabasco]

Mitsuba approaches the pretty looking dog, as many others had done, and squats down to look at her curiously.

"If I asked, would you speak?"

And, most calmly, she runs a gentle hand across the soft fur of the dog. She's always quite liked fluffy animals, especially well-behaved ones.

[motherofthesun]

She whines, happy at the pets.

Unfortunately, I cannot speak here.

[brutalityfetish]

So Winters wasn't exactly in the place he was before. He was starting to get that shit now. That and he didn't have his Innocence anymore. It just wasn't here. Ain't that a bitch? So then he went on to observing the rest of these people that ended up here, staying relatively silent while emotions seemed to be running rampant. He felt like he was in the middle of a big fucking reunion and he was the only person that didn't give a rat's ass about it one way or another.

All he knew was that he was in the middle of telling a couple of Exorcists to grow a pair when they hesitated over killing Kiredori. Not too long after and he was in a new kind of hellhole. He just kind of stood there a moment before curling his lip.

"The fuck is this?"

[sadoslash]

Muaha there! He knew that would work. It was his best card. (....well, only card).

"Nope. Not one more word until after your check up, aneue." He holds firm, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head in a resolved manner. Then he brings his index finger up to his lips. "It's a secret, though. Only a couple of people actually know about it. Kondo-san doesn't even know."

....and Sougo would rather keep it that way knowing his commander and his....questionable opinions toward the opposite sex and dating.

Not to mention, it is pretty embarrassing dating Lucy, so who really wants to admit to that?

[topgun_textiles]

One button, two, and he started the scan once the progress bar reached 100%.

"Tatsumi Kanji," he replied, eyes on the screen. From the corner of one, however, he could see all the nervous body language. She only needed to hold out for just a little longer, aaaand...

With a little beep, the scan was complete. His eyes skimmed over the results, and after a pause to be sure, he leaned to peek around the monitor.

"You're a Weapon, Hinata-san." He cleared the results and pushed his chair back to rise to his feet, taking a moment to adjust the leather jacket that hung over his shoulders.

"...Uh, now I'm s'posed to answer questions, I guess."

[tabasco]

The whining catches her by surprise for a moment, but that's how long it takes her to recognise that the dog is actually enjoying the petting. So, Mitsuba proceeds to do so (she's never had a pet before to know), behind the ears, and reads the message.

"Oh, that's a shame. At least you can communicate in a way."

Talking to a dog? Totally not bizarre, obviously.

"Would you tell me about this clinic?"

[tabasco]

"You are terrible, Sou-chan," if Mitsuba were anyone else, she would have said that with a bit of a whine to her voice, accompanied by a pout. But this is Mitsuba, and her tone is just slightly reprimanding.

But it's only fair.

Right now, she really wants to get through with this and have her brother tell her all the things about this girl, and the friends he's most definitely made, and how it's been here. "I won't tell anyone, I do promise."

He was already at that age, huh?

"I was talking to a pretty dog earlier, and I was told there's a clinic somewhere. Though I don't feel pain or anything..."

As soon as Sougo would start leading the way, Mitsuba would follow. Ah, she produces the communicator/mirror from her pocket and shows it to her brother. "Will you teach me how to use this too? I got the basics, but ... I don't want to ruin it by accident."

[yoichi]

Can you tell me more about the missions? I heard the general talk, but I'm afraid I was too disoriented to get all of it.

[topgun_textiles]

"Seriously! Y'think they'd have, I dunno, evening training... and y'got obnoxiously perky bastards runnin' around like sleep ain't a big deal," he griped. His partner had to practically drag him out of bed every morning.

"Yeah well, people think they're funnier than hell," he groused with a shrug.

"Anyway... that's it. What you do now's totally up to you, man."

[shiromadoushi]

"Ten years behind on the calendar," Bakura corrected with a smile. "And that's all right! There were more important things to worry about, ne?" he assured. "I'm Bakura Ryou," he returned with a very small bow of his head. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hughes."

He'd introduce the wolf too, but he hadn't actually met her before to know how to....

That thread shall now be dubbed the Runtybutt Rumpus Memo.

[topgun_textiles]

Kanji set his foot down and glowered at the machine, hands on his hips as he tipped his head in a single nod. Tech support: Tatsumi style.

The teen lifted his head when he heard a shout from very close-by, and his expression only darkened. He whirled on whoever was speaking to him...

"The hell d'you want!? I fixed the damn thing--"

...and froze, staring. He was so damn glad he got the heads-up from down the grapevine that BREW may have brought some of the others, or he might have blurted 'No... no, dude, you're dead.'

It didn't prepare him for how soon he would see any of them, let alone the guy he helped put to rest. Kanji turned his head away and recovered, frowning once more.

Play it cool, Kanji. Play it cool.

"Sh-shibusen asked me to come scan souls n' shit. I had nothin' else to do today," he answered with a shrug, then looked back at him.

"You find out if you're a Weapon or Meister yet?"