Hello. I am General Sephiroth. [Sephiroth's mask is a plain, white medical mask which does little to disguise his distinctive eyes or hair. He speaks with a cool, calm confidence. He is wearing his usual garb, but not his pauldrons. Instead, there is a small, black chocobo nestled on one of his shoulders, apparently sleeping there quite ( Read more... )

[Before the video focuses on much, there's a lot of anger and confusion coming over the PORTAL. Lights click on to show a hallway that seems like it belongs in a suburban home. A rather nicely cleaned one. Just on the edge of the frame, a picture is hanging on the wall. In said picture, an older man with silver hair has an arm around the shoulders ( Read more... )

[On the peak of Demonreach, an island off the coast of the City, there's a visible plume of smoke curling up from the even further decimated ruins of the lighthouse and the completely wrecked splinters of the hut. Just visible over the edge of the cliff, the crumbled form of a Decepticon is laying eerily still.

Harry's face swings into view.]

I... ( Read more... )

[Sam doesn't look happy. In fact, he's glaring down at his mask, then looking up to Carly.] Why do we have to wear these masks? It's yellow. It's girly. It should be on you, not me.

I think it looks rather dashing. Besides, [ Carly holds hers up, ] you could wear this one. It's white and has feathers that could match your eyes. And, I think it's ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on and Harry is there, maskless, and looking more than grim. His throat is swathed in bandages and just the act of clearing his throat looks painful.]

Right, down to business.

A lot of people got pretty upset the other day over Eden Morrison's arrest for the fear gas problem. Our resident Bunsen burner jockey, Genero, was nice ( Read more... )

[The video feed is turned off, and to those that know what to look for an odd encrypted ping and search command is sent out before audio takes over]]This is a all a bit hard to believe and a bit frazzling of processors. I never thought I would find it odd that humans know who I am like they do here, but this is clearly not Earth or any of the other ( Read more... )

[ A few of Promenade's residents may recognize the area that Rebecca is sitting in as Tony Stark's workshop -- or at least, what was Tony Stark's workshop. It's bare of the Iron Man suits and everything else that was identifiable as belonging to Stark Industries, along with a few things that weren't. Rebecca is sitting in Tony's chair with a book ( Read more... )

[This message starts off showing a video from the night before. A shaky and unfocused view of a floor, with sounds of a struggle nearby. The camera swings around to show gumshoewizard and failedparenting grappling with solarpurpura. She's tiny between the two men, covered in livid purple and black bruises from their hands, and it's hard to see what sort of fight she could possibly be ( Read more... )

[Hey Prom, it's your friendly neighborhood hunter, and this time he has an announcement.]

Anyone not hallucinating please listen up. I need your help.

I'm fairly sure what we're dealing with is some form of witchcraft. I've got my reasons, so just trust me on this.

Now, to cast a spell this big, the'd have had to place things called hex bags all ( Read more... )

[ Rebecca hasn't been effected by the odd mist, her gas mask the mask that she usually wears because of Promenade's freaky rules anyway. Strange, that she's quietly thanking those rules, but that isn't the point.

The point is that she's pissed. ]

Okay, who did it this time? You know what, you're probably not going to tell unless it's one of the ( Read more... )