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*As normal, the phones spring to life. Who is at the other end, however, is... unexpected.*

Right. I do not normally like to communicate over these channels. And for the record, I still have very little interest in any of you peoples' business. However, quite recently I have been dealing with a number of my little followers who have suddenly turned into not so little monsters, and I can only assume one of you lot has something to do with it, or at least knows what is causing it. I am not so arrogant as to remain lofty when my interests are being... disrupted like this. So I ask: what is this condition, and what must I destroy to put it to an end? I find the whole situation rather distasteful, see.

Assuming, of course, you don't try to negotiate some sort of "deal" with me that puts me at a disadvantage. I'm not THAT interested in the solution. They die quite easily anyway.

(no subject)

[Anonymous, to everyone]


Hello, what's your favorite way to pass time? I know mine >:)

Just what we need, ANOTHER recurring villain.

Who: Joachim, Hector, Dave, Danny -- and Misery
Where: A swampy ruins
When: Friday, June 8
What: Someone's beaten our party to the ruins -- and they're not very friendly.
Note: All participants received 1% worth of Anemoi per person.

Prepare for trouble, and make it double. Or something.
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(no subject)

*The Joker may be apprehended for now, but there are still little crimes going on all over the place. That's simply the way of cities; no one city can be completely devoid of lowlifes. Today seems to be no exception; you can see a cop talking to a store owner, looking perplexed. What might catch your attention, however, is the stolen goods: The store owner is one of those types who pays partly in anemoi, and apparently now can no longer do that as the thieves made off with all of it.

Well isn't this interesting.*


((OOC: A sort of general gossip thread. Talk to the cops, or talk amongst yourselves over this development. Who would wanna steal Anemoi?))

+1 ideas

HEY!

Long as this truth only thing is going around, I'm gonna take advantage of it.

Someone tell me where all these weirdos in ridiculous clothes are coming from! C'mon, I bet SOMEONE out there knows and just weren't 'fessing up. Well you can't hide it anymore!

(no subject)

[Action]

[After that completely innocent announcement, the Clown's been pretty quiet. However the city has not!]

*BRIIIIIIIIIING BRIIIIIIIIIIIII! WHOOPWHOP INSERT KLAXONS*

[For example: One of the few banks left open in the city is wailing out with alarms as inside an ordinary looking middle-aged man is laugh manically, shooting staples at the wall - pinning a narcoleptic security guard's lapel to the wall - he's shouting]

You said that you can have these? Not I the Office Supplinator! Hand over those pens, papers, and everything you're not suppose to have and no one will have to face - REJECTION!

[The customers and tellers stayed low, completely baffled by this crazy man but are afraid to draw attention - who will save them now?]

(no subject)

[ACTION; SIROCCO OPERATION SOCIETY; LOCKED TO ???]

Life's gonna suck when you grow up, it sucks pretty bad right now )

[ACTION; OUTSIDE SIROCCO]

*So many ruins. So many of them complete crap. Certainly, there would have to be something that would be suited to his purposes. Why did so many people make so many useless buildings, only to abandon them later? People are idiots.

Those who are checking out the various other ruins themselves might spot a greenish witch flying around, occasionally landing and surveying. She doesn't SEEM to want to be bothered, but you know you haven't seen her before. She MUST be a fellow amnesiac. Dare you approach?*