[Ansem is rarely, truly bored. However, when he is, he actually reflects on things and thinks over various scientific or psychological aspects of humanity--how to better his own meals and the like. And sometimes, he likes to share those thoughts--like now.]

A thought occurred to me today. Why is it people preach loyalty? It is but a mere illusion ( Read more... )

[ the video turns on to a view of rabbit, expression a scowl, a rather impressive set of bruises blooming on his throat and jaw, and where he's rolled up one of his sleeves, there are bruises on his upper arm, as well, along with a rather nasty, ragged cut that he's obviously stitched himself ( Read more... )

I've noticed that individuals within the city dislike traversing across the city at night. I can hardly blame them -- the majority of people within this city don't have the necessary amount of power and finesse to navigate the city after sirens. But I do ( Read more... )

( Cut for offline development )

[Man, Chuck picked the wrong fricking day to quit sniffing glue.]

Pop quiz, everyone: raise your hand if Siren’s Port somehow manages to be more apeshit crazy than the world you come from. Bonus if the answer involves lasers.

[Private to Michael Magneto]Okay, seriously. What the fucking hell was that? I mean, I just assume you felt that and no ( Read more... )

[It seems as if someone's found his way to the top of a very tall building, he's casually standing on a ledge but doesn't seem to fear falling at all. There's still daylight left but it's fading fast and the man doesn't seem to care at all. His gaze is fixed on the city below him as if searching for something.]So this is Siren's Port. Strange, I ( Read more... )

( cut for offline prelude to how the NV broadcast came to be )

[The rustling of leaves is faintly audible in the background when the feed turns on. It's a long moment before he speak, but when he does, the air seems to warm a few degrees.]

A light shines in darkness.

Do you follow or pass it by?

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[The NV's camera is focused on a middle aged man wearing the colors of SERO. His nose is bloodied and he looks worried. A gloved hand, belonging to the owner of the NV, is gripping the man's throat and bending him backwards over a rail. Below there is rippling water.

Joker's voice rings out.]

State your name for the class, Sonny Jim.

[The man ( Read more... )

( cut for offline and a prayer )