My people, you true citizens of our city of light. I apologize for my silence in this terrible time. In the chaos that ensued after the heinous act of yet another interloper, I found myself torn in several directions all at once and only now do I have the time to give you an official word.

Paixao, you have shown your strength these last few days. While clearing away the remains of our city and striving to find the bodies of our loved ones, we've barely had the chance to grieve, yet you forge on with your head held high. You are the spirit of our beautiful town. And I know as long as we hold on to that, no madness or violence will sway us.

I will not lie to you good folk. It will take time to rebuild. We have a very long road ahead, made all the more dangerous by the presence of those outsiders who have the very gall to condescend to us in our time of sorrow. But we don't need their help. Too many times have they shown their true colors. Too many times has their belief that they are somehow better than us lead to their complete disrespect and abuse.

We can restore the light to Paixao, we can rebuild our paradise. But only if we turn away these reckless foreigners once and for all. I regret now the hand of offering I extended to them once. They do not deserve our compassion or understanding.

And to you outsiders listening -- know this: you are not welcome here. Your presence will not be tolerated. Your help is not needed. I don't care where you go or how, but you will not be allowed into our city again. I swear it.

-- Mayor Marcus Praetoris
 
 
23 July 2012 @ 03:15 am
[the audio is a bit static-filled. it's picking up pieces of the destruction going on. Hades, though. Hades is laughing. He's almost in hysterics. And... is... that the sound of... someone eating popcorn? No it can't be...]

This is a GEM! Beautiful craftsmanship, nicely executed, the screaming of, well, everyone - is always a nice touch. I wish I could take the credit for it, really, I do. But now, that's simply poor sportsmanship and all, and y'know, I'm a nice guy. So hey, I'd love to know the architect to this whole shebang, get myself an autograph.

Anybody?

Anyone out there?

[pause, then more laughter]

Oh, that's right!

[another pause]

You're all busy running for your lives.
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03 June 2012 @ 07:26 pm

You know, this is starting to get real old. I've had it up to here with everyone avoiding me lately. Just cut it out already, would you? It ain't funny anymore. Believe me, I know funny.

I mean it, guys! This is where I put my foot down. Well, maybe not there. The floors kinda dirty in that spot but I'm putting it HERE! My foot. Down. So you better fess up.

...

Unless... Unless you're really not here anymore. And everyone already went home. And I'm the only one left! No, that can't be it. I can't be the last one here, can I?

... CAN I?!

 
 
31 May 2012 @ 02:30 pm
Ugh! [a small sound of frustration ensues] I've been cooped up for way too long. Oh, well. At least I'm out now.

[a low, dark chuckle, and those who know NiGHTS will realize this is not her normal laugh] I think I've got a lot to catch up on. What's happened since I've been gone? Did anyone miss me?

Most importantly, does anyone want to play a game?
 
 
14 December 2011 @ 01:58 pm
Has... has anyone seen NiGHTS?

[Maybe he did finally manage to escape, let's hope that!]
 
 
12 October 2011 @ 05:22 pm
[the recording begins with a loud clatter, and a desperate cry in Yorda's usually soothing voice can be heard] No!

[and then there's the sounds of struggling, as though Yorda is fighting with all her might to break free, and of heavy, sure footsteps and soft, dragging ones on strange earth. And there's a terrified gasp and a quiet sob - Yorda again - and the noises abruptly vanish.

Many more moments of relative silence pass, with only the sound of soft winds rustling through crystalline leaves, until the distinct sound of a curious chocobo picking at something - probably journal keys]


Kweh!

[and suddenly, the recording cuts out]
 
 
27 August 2011 @ 06:50 pm
 
[God-Locked to Megara, voice]

Meg, Meggles, how you doing? We haven't gotten to talking much lately and I think it's due time that we have a nice little meeting, don't you? No rainchecks.



[God-Locked from Megara; anon, text]

There's a woman in the city named Megara. I remember she was having trouble with someone named Vyers, was it? Is she alright? She doesn't seem to be someone to ask for help, so... I hope someone's kept an eye out for her. There's not much I can do.

[why yes Hades is fishing for naive buddies of Meg]
 
 
[There's some static as it is turned on. Still very new to this communicator box, but she thinks it's on. Her friend Kakyuu showed her how to make a voice message. But, just to be sure--]

If the light is on, that means it's working, right...?

[The timidness in her tone soon shifts to worry.] Papa? Are you there? It's me, Nana!

I made a friend, and we're both looking for you...

[She doesn't seem to be aware that this message is for all to hear.]
 
 
10 April 2010 @ 10:07 am
Since the former boss has vanished, I've decided to take over the Seventh Heaven for the time being and I need some more employees. Specifically, someone who can cook and a couple more people to serve tables. But definitely a cook; I'd mess up boiling water, so you really don't want me to make you anything.

If you're interested in a job, let me know. Money's not hard to come by, but having a consistent paycheck is more comforting than you might think.
 
 
02 February 2010 @ 01:15 pm
Hello, darlings! My name is Ursula and it's a pleasure to introduce myself to all of you. I've been quiet, I know, but you simply must know how difficult it is to get settled here. Accommodations aside, it's just so unsettling to adjust in a new environment.

But! Let us not get all tangled up in the details, mmm? [low chuckle] No, I'm here to talk about the tricky matter of business.

I don't expect any of you to know this, but I've quite the hand at magic. And, though I fully admit to a little misconduct in the past, I'm more than happy to help the poor, innocent, suffering and unfortunate souls like yourselves. Yes, yes, magic doesn't make the world go 'round, but it's more reliable than you think!

Everyone has secret wishes, pets, make no mistake about that. Things you looong for that you simply can't ask for, to say nothing of actually possessing! And if you did try to get your heart's desire, what happens then? [a slight growl enters her voice] Judgement.

If you find yourself in need of what you can't get for yourself, seek me out. Follow the river down from the Niflheim gate to the ocean beyond. There, you will see a single torch in the shore. Light it and wait. I'll be there.

[and back to the musical lilt] Let's make a deal, my friends.
 
 
So are the big One-Three ever going to show your heads to the rest of our crowd? Because, see, I'm noticing a bit of churning waters in the city that you might not be getting, and I'm willing to offer you a token of my appreciation. For maybe a bit of an exchange. Nothing big or anything, not what I want from you folks. Just give it some thought, eh?

Sheesh, you guys have any idea what's going on...?

There's actually possibly a horde formin' against your little ring of trouble! Yeah, yeah, I get it, you want to keep all secret-in-the-shadows. You're an organization, after all! It's what you do. It's in the job description.

Anyway, back to the point at hand. The Resistance versus the Organization! Could be a real battle on the horizon. Imagine the products you could sell for it... t-shirts, mugs -! [he clears his throat] They've finally been digging themselves out of their deep graves by the looks of things. Gathering their forces, and even finally focusing on a new leader! What, did the old guy bite the dust?

But hey, hey, if you want more information on the situation, I'm your god! Betcha I could even bag the leader for ya once they get 'em. You wouldn't even haveta get your hands into it. And look, I know these mob-deals better than probably any of you. This will turn ugly on ya if left alone. It'll fester and get in all the holes of your castle in places you don't ever want 'em!

So... god-to-Nobody, all I'm lookin' for in return is... certain information...
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16 August 2009 @ 04:45 pm
 
Be this where you have chosen to reside?
 
 
07 June 2009 @ 10:43 pm
Paixao! How good to speak with you again, it's been awhile, has it not? Everyone keeping busy? Exploring new territories? Looking for lost little girls that they happened to misplace so easily?

Heh.

Boy, you lot are terrible at keepin' track of one another, eh? I means sheesh, you apparently are always complaining about the Organization kidnapping your dearest friends, but I think you just make it simple enough that they can't help otherwise!

Let's see now... who do we have here... Auron, of course. The father figure... Belle, Jecht, NiGHTS, Riku, and a boatload of other people keeping a look-out for - really, an insignificant (though fierce, I admit) - mortal.

You still haven't found her!

Keep trying. Really. It's funny. [he laughs] See? I'm amused. Aren't you all having fun?
 
 
25 January 2009 @ 11:51 pm
'Sup citizens. Static's the name and I think I've spoken to a few of you before. I'm probably not gonna use this very much but I wanted to let people know that I'm out here. A hero's gotta keep his secrets after all.

Looks like my pal Virgil's here though so he might be able to help ya out in getting in touch with me if you are in need of any heroic services.

I'll be in touch.

-Static
 
 
31 October 2008 @ 04:29 am
 
Attention dear citizens and visitors of Paixao,

Such a pity the mayor met a rather untimely end. But, well, all things must come to an end, mustn't they?

However, where there are ends, there are also beginnings.

There is a new order here in this city.

I, Maleficent, Mistress of all Evil, lay claim to this city. My will is now law.

Any who dare to oppose shall be dealt with swiftly and with no mercy, but let us hope it should not come to that, shall we?
 
 
Current Mood: accomplished
 
 
28 October 2008 @ 12:04 am
 
I believe I am owed an explanation.