Monday, December 19th, The Midnight Channel

[thepull_mods]

Who: The Port's Latest Shadow Televisions Stars! And Thousands of Home Viewers!
When: Midnight, Monday, December 19th
Where: In front of your Television Sets or Streaming NV TV. (Digital Cable? You'll still get the analog effect.)
Summary: Full Plot Details Here
Warnings: Please Put 'em In the Subject Lines As Necessary, Kids?

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Prisilla Devera

[thepull_npc]

[The titlecard reads Real (Future!) Housewives of Siren's Port. There's a heaping plate of spaghetti & meatballs on the table, and a clump of spaghetti also stuck to the wall behind her, sauced noodles slowly slipping off. A gaudy chandelier glitters overhead, and the sounds of raised Italian voices clatter on behind her, silenced by a gunshot or two. She cringes.]

"Marry DeDrago, and it's like being handed the keys to this city."

[A girl at the table pronounces with a huge roll of her eyes and dramatic gesticulation. She has her curly dark hair pulled back into a high ponytail, wearing large golden hooped earrings and a red blouse that's cut daringly low, for a teenage girl.]

That's what my mama always says, when she's shoving me at my cousins.

[She glances behind her at the source of the off-screen noise, folding her arms and crosses her legs.]

But I don't want that. So I just sit here and pretend like I can't rub two brain cells together around the family, because maybe then they'll just hold off a couple years and put a ring

reaction;

[quackery]

[She hadn't meant to watch, the same way she hadn't watched any others - this time, though, when her NV flickered to life, she had been curious enough that she couldn't look away. The further along the broadcast went, the more pity she felt. When the picture dissolved into static, she quickly shuts the NV away, not wanting to see anything else.]

[doeswhathewants]

[The camera pans over a smiling Serrure, clad in his typical bright yellow hoodie and baggy cargo shorts. There’s a sly smile curling up the corners of his mouth and those emerald eyes glow with an inner fire. He stands on a dark corner of a city street, a closed storefront in the background. Before him is a collapsible table with a sealed deck of cards settled harmlessly in the middle. The light from a street lamp casts a shadow behind him, tall and broad, that of a man, not a child, with great horns at his forehead that curve up and tall, then back in on themselves. Pinpricks of green glow in the blank shadow’s face where the eyes of a man should normally be situated. A disembodied voice announces as the camera zooms in, cheerful and deep-]

Now it’s time for the Magic Hour with your host Serrure!

[Canned applause and tinny, pre-recorded cheers go up as Serrure mocks a couple of little bows, to either side, then straight on at the camera. He claps his hands together and the applause track tapers off, fading]Ladies, ladies, lovely

[doeswhathewants]

[He runs green lacquered fingertips lightly over the top of the table, not disturbing the cards there. It shifts shape, changes to a faceless nude human man that runs off into the night]

Or perhaps I will not. This dimension might yet have use [Loki raises his left hand, turning it over, palm up. Green fire glows and a picture forms within, it replays the siege of Asgard: Thor, Iron Man, Captain America, Wolverine and others flash across the flames, fighting the Dark Avengers, Iron Patriot and Void] To ensnare those who oppose me, to leave the throne of Asgard vacant, I will bring those heroes to this island, to this inescapable prison. And as I stand on the branches of Yggrdisil, I will pierce the veil of this world- [With one finger, light catching on the dark green polish covering the nail, he sketches out the rune Uruz on the air, a sharp, upside down U, one arm longer than the other, glowing with green light.] Uruz and watch the entire dimension implode.

[The corners of his mouth curl in disdain] Mortal lives are so fleeting,

reaction :

[makes_asteroids]

[Lovely. So glad to know his suspicious where right. Though not who.]

Call | Action if you want it! ♥

[boundbytreason]

[ How many evenings would she have to run through the same practice? ]

[ Normally, Caster was fine with repeating the same thing, night after night. She called the person's NetVice with hers, but at the same time, she stepped out into the Darkness to search for their location. ]

[ However, after her own theatrics, she started to grow weary. The Core already had enough audacity to subject them to its whims. Did she really have to deal with evidently witnessing her hidden persona on screen as well? ]

[ Nevertheless, she sent the call to Serrure, and she headed straight outside, extending her perception to search for his presence. ]

[namiwasheretoo]

[The video shows Nami dressed in a flowered printed yellow shirt and cut off shorts, though it was all dirty, as if she had been in it for weeks, stains and blood here and there. The room she is in will only be recognized by a few people. It’s cold, dank and dirty, very old looking. A single cot like bed is where she is seated, arms wrapped around slender bare legs, head in her knees. She looked sick]

Why couldn’t it be the others. Why not Zoro or Sanji? Luffy or Franky? Why did it have to be me here? I wish it were them. Why didn’t they come here. Why didn’t they come save me? Why didn’t they break me out of here? They damn well need me so why didn’t they come?

[She choked and covers her mouth with the back o0f her hand before falling over the edge of the bed to grab a small bed pan, leaning over to vomit into it. She chokes a moment, a broken dirty bandaged hand wiping over her mouth before coughing on words]They’ll find out

[reaction/action]

[namiwasheretoo]

[She was at the small empty house by the farm, hiding out in order to try and relax. She found it easier to drive out here in the middle of no where to rest ten she did in the city. It was also closer to the waters so it helped calm her.]

[That video however wasn’t calming. Nami will not be going out to look for that. She’s not going to do much of anything but sit there and feel sick. She’ll tell herself that she is fine, that everything is fine, and that she doesn’t know what that was about. She wants to deny that, all of that, though it’s very hard to do, all things considering]

[Half way through she tried unplugging the TV but that didn’t work. She threw something at the screen shortly after, breaking it, but that was a mistake. The moment the seeping darkness started to spread out through the small house, she panicked.]

I’m strong, I can do this, I’m strong, I can do this... [She said to herself over and over. She already felt horrible, the memories streaming back into her mind about that place. She had been trying so hard to

[call]

[namiwasheretoo]

[she has her NV hoked up to the car. As the call came in she saw who it was and started to beat her hand into the wheel, No, no no!. She didn't pick up at first, but then knowing he might worry she glowered at the wheel and.... hit the audio]

Yeah, Blondie? [trying to play off being alright, her voice took a harder edge for a moment...]

[now, off to work <3]

Angeal Hewley | Trigger Warning: Sucide Mentions

[frombanora]

[Angeal is in the foreground, facing away from his audience at first. There are two large, barely-healed-over vertical wounds along the right side of his back, raw and untreated, where his wings would be if they were out.  They’re not; this is how the scars look on the man himself now, though he has never shown his back to anybody in Siren’s Port for just this reason.  He’s facing the mirrors lined along the background; instead of his reflection, Angeal copies, ranging from monsters to Degradation Lazard himself, follow in his moves, all as one. They are, after all, him.]

Perfect, huh? It’s a lot harder to be than you think, when everyone else around you isn’t. [Shadow Angeal’s eyes are molten gold one can see when he looks back, different than the real Angeal’s own, and filled with something between amusement and hate.] When you see that what you really are is nothing more than inhuman, and you always have been. Is that what they call perfect these days?

[He looks off to the side, bitterness in his voice and in his stance.  It’s

[Call]

[boundbytreason]

[ Caster hoped that Angeal wouldn't put himself at risk by heading out into the night. While she trusted that he was strong enough, there was no guarantee that he would make it through alive. ]

[ For now, she sent a call to his NV through her own. ]

[Call]

[frombanora]

[Genesis has managed to forcibly keep him inside until he's calmed down, and while Angeal knows, clinically anyway, that it was the best thing for him, as of right now he is restless and somewhat lost. The pillar of strength he usually was isn't quite there right now.

He calls her back a little bit later.]

Miss Caster?

[Call]

[boundbytreason]

[ Softly: ] Good evening, Mr. Hewley.

I'm sorry to bother you right now. [ A brief pause. She considers asking how he feels, but it was likely obvious. ] I don't know if you wanted to talk or you rather be left alone, but...if you need anything, I'm here for you.

What was shown today...it isn't right for these screens to expose anyone's inner sides. But here's what I thought. A person, for all of their strengths and weaknesses, is beautiful. They're a living person with memories and thoughts and feelings, who impacts other lives. So, what I saw today -- I consider beautiful. It is a side of who you are. There's nothing shameful about it.

[ A beat. ] I'm sorry if that wasn't my place to say. If I've upset you, I'll say no more.

[typhlopid]

[The screen is completely black. A voice speaks. It is measured, calm, educated: though there is something about it that is rather smug.]

I hear you.

Moving about. Scrabbling, stealing, hating, wishing, fearing.

I hear all of it.

In terms of idioms, blindness is equated with ignorance. Darkness, with evil, with being lost.

Hearing it all - listening, studying - I have come to understand human nature.

Most everyone is blind. As in foolish.

And most are in the dark.

Those who would malign me, underestimate me, they have not come to understand.

In the darkness, the less evolved trip and fall.
In the darkness, the less evolved believe what they see.

It is true, I used to have faith, love and luck.

Back when I was blind. [And that is a very bitter laugh.]Now I understand it. Everyone should endeavor to be more like me