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- opheliac - (AUDIO CLIP/TXT) ⇁ TABLET
- opheliac - Dec. (TXT) — TABLET
- bulleting - text;
- opheliac - action; christmas day
- strength_of_will - Audio + text
- opheliac - action;
- murderingjustice - action | backdated to somewhere pre-event
- opheliac - text; during her convo with jerry
- grappler - text ➡ backdated towards the beginning of the month bc im lame
- finalrun - backdated 2/7 | text
- opheliac - action — backdated to march 1st
- opheliac - TXT; CHARM (before AU - maybe 1 hour after the blast)
- opheliac - video; phone
- solitarysoul - text
- grappler - backdated a few days, closer to the beginning of the month
- solitarysoul - text. around the 4th
- opheliac - during dinnertime.
- melnik - voice
- opheliac - phone;
- traumaticus - --> action (blanket cw for dissociation & religious trauma)
- traumaticus - (no subject)
- solitarysoul - Text
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(TXT) ⇁ CHARM
Date: 2023-09-19 03:36 am (UTC)( although the charms are a little more anonymous than the tablet, it's still pretty obvious who this message is from giving the context. )
im alive. are u home right now?
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Date: 2023-09-20 04:14 am (UTC)Text; Charm
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Date: 2023-10-17 08:02 pm (UTC)( hopefully that's acceptable enough for the stupid council, but today she's deciding to take a break from working and come home for the day. and besides, jinx still needed to yell at fishbones for making that embarrassing network post while she was in and out of her reality. she vaguely remembers inviting someone over while silco was out? it explains the strawberry cake that appeared out of nowhere in the kitchen. anyway now that she is back to her regular senses, his daughter is waiting for silco to come home so they can prep for dinner. and whenever silco comes in, he will spot jinx up in the rafters doing some poses with a hammock -- stretching. )
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Date: 2023-10-21 03:22 am (UTC)If anything, her absence motivated him to slide back into the comfort of working long hours. He was making connections with some of the locals and setting up the businesses that had been abandoned to continue operation smoothly. If he wasn't working on one of the three locations, he was bringing his work home in order to continue there in the comfort of the house. All reminders of the assault by Jerry was long gone, cleaned and repaired. The place was neat and tidy as he always liked it, and as was never truly able to remain that way with a teenager.
He walked in the door with books stuffed with paper under his arm before stopping at the usual presence of Jinx in the place. A quick glance up as he passed through the house to the rafters allowed him to identify her, and he set his books down on the table.]
Home again, I see. Are you interested in a meal?
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Date: 2023-11-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2023-11-12 12:02 am (UTC)I am always open for a business discussion. What would you be interested in discussing?
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From:(AUDIO CLIP/TXT) ⇁ TABLET
Date: 2023-11-13 05:18 pm (UTC)Person a: Duplicity? That's it? There's no way that that girl hasn't done other things.
Person b: Yeah, I think that crime isn't harsh enough. Some of them aren't harsh enough at all! Who--[STATIC NOISES]
Person a: Maybe we can [MORE STATIC NOISES].
Person c: That'd be so much more interesting!!
( and the recording ends there. right after, he will get a text message from jinx. )
this got sent to me. looks like the council finally goofed up!
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Date: 2023-11-13 05:38 pm (UTC)Text; Tablet
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From:Dec. (TXT) — TABLET
Date: 2023-12-02 03:37 am (UTC)dogs can learn over 100 words and gestures.
shark has no bone.
ants can lift 10-50 times their body weight.
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Date: 2023-12-02 03:57 am (UTC)[He welcomes the text, of course. He likes to know she is safe.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:04 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2023-12-11 05:34 am (UTC)text;
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From:action; christmas day
Date: 2023-12-25 05:06 pm (UTC)if he is curious to where his daughter is, all he has to do is look up towards the ceiling in their living room. up above, he can spot a hammock with those familiar azure braids dangling from each side. if silco listens very closely, she can hear her snoring -- completely knocked out. but it's for the best, jinx had a very rough month and she needs all the sleep she can get. )
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Date: 2023-12-25 08:06 pm (UTC)He expected that it wouldn't explode too much.]
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From:Audio + text
Date: 2024-01-03 04:18 pm (UTC)Greetings, Silco. I've finally compiled the responses I promised I would gather. I'll send you a summarised list in a few minutes.
[ True to his word, William sends his results in a series of text messages: ]
1. "Clarity." What do the gods want from us exactly? How closely do the Council communicate or collaborate with the gods? Is this all a game that the gods are playing or do they genuinely have our best interests in mind?
2. What rules are we expected to obey while we're here? This is important if we're to properly be 'rehabilitated' as the Council wants.
3. Why were we chosen for rehabilitation (or redemption) in the first place? What criteria do they use to decide who to pick?
4. How are our crimes assigned? Some have been accused of seemingly innocuous things that wouldn't be considered a crime in their home world. What gives them the authority to judge us despite differing codes of justice?
5. How were we brought to this world from our own?
6. Were there any Chosen before us? Aldrip was apparently already prepared to welcome the earliest batch of Chosen we know of.
7. How do they bring people back from the dead? Some of the Chosen had died before coming here.
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Date: 2024-01-06 08:01 pm (UTC)I appreciate you gathering this information, and it does seem as if there is far more that we don't know than we do. We will, at some point, need to find a method to have a response to these important questions. How do you think we should go about that? Lobby the council?
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Date: 2024-01-13 12:21 am (UTC)who knows what time it is, again, it's late. and given the appearance of her home, all the lights are off besides one singular lamp (silco's study) -- which didn't mean too much. he could either be asleep, doing work, or waiting for her. but nevertheless, she maneuvers to the front door, briefly letting the breeze and rain of the snow rush inside the home with her. jinx shuts it quickly, stepping out of her snow coated boots and shrugs off her trench coat -- mixed with the blizzard and blood. still wearing her custom-made mask, she makes her way to the kitchen and flicks on the light switch for better viewing. the markings on both her hands grew since last seen, and jinx seems to care very little about its existence. it's almost as if they're not there at all in her prospective. his daughter unhooks her strap, the pistols thudding onto the counter, then turns to the fridge; rummaging around for a quick meal to snack on. her body is craving for something more than snack, it wants a whole course but eating late at night can lead to nightmares. and... she deals with plenty of that already. )
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Date: 2024-01-14 04:18 am (UTC)The blizzard was not providing any assurances. It was deepening, and they hadn't invested that much in winter clothing aside from jackets. He knew she was out there sowing chaos and expressing herself. So there was always a light left on no matter what time of day or night, even if he wasn't a home such as during the day hours.
Silco was working late when he heard the front door from his study. He remained completely still and silence as he listened to determine if it was an intruder or Jinx finally come home. The noises became familiar enough to identify Jinx, and the knot of concern in his chest eased as he set aside his paperwork and pen so that he could rise to his feet and walk to the door to his study.
He opened it and peered out towards the kitchen where he spotted Jinx digging around. She appeared well from the distance that he was at. He took a moment to pull his cigar case from his vest pocket and fish one partially smoked one out so he could light it.]
There are left overs at the bottom shelf of the cooler.
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From:action | backdated to somewhere pre-event
Date: 2024-01-23 07:58 pm (UTC)He was exactly like the men he had been involved with, tangled in the deep web of corruption and conspiracy. Silco was a walking red flag, very similar to that good for nothing had been.
A part of him wanted to execute the man before he makes himself an issue, another part wanted to see what just what kind of chaos he would unleash if he keeps to abuse the power vacuum in the city. It's always like this with him as the both god of mischief and the noble outlaw inside him tried to guide him. For now, Akechi had settled to listen to the latter. So, it had been in Akechi's plan to keep his distance while monitoring the man. Silently observing while he gathered more political power in the city.
Well.. That had been the plan. Because as the days went by the less he could sense Robin Hood, having Loki to take the metaphorical wheel. At first he had assumed it to be because of the strange ailment going through the city. But he lacked the marks on his body, and on top of that his semi-hoarder partner had decorated their entire apartment with rocks. So it couldn't be that.
Anyway, whatever it was bothering him, making the ex-detective having harder time to resist his darker urges. Craving for violence and bloodlust. Your everyday stuff! So, it was just that recklessness born from such urges that has led him to Silco's office to have a nice "chat". (Oh dear Yaldabaoth, how he wishes death were permanent.) And it seems like his current state wasn't enough to dim his love for theatrics as he makes his way to the Silco's office located upstairs of the flower store. The sun is just about to set, a crimson light seeping through the window, dying the entire room in its hue.
There is a polite knock on the office door before it gets pushed open by Akechi.]
Excuse me, Mr. Silco. May I have a moment of your time? [Look at that smile! Clearly implicating for nothing but a pleasant talk. :)]
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Date: 2024-01-23 08:54 pm (UTC)However, he didn't discount the damage that Jinx's sister could inflict on his reputation. If death had a permanence to it, he would have paid handsomely to have her silence. The list of his reasons was long, jaded and growing ever longer. He had made a single big scene with her to test the waters on how the network might react. The other Chosen, if they noticed, kept their opinions to themselves, but he had encountered some that knew the ins and out of the political and power game. Many of them could scrub him off the board, but that wasn't anything new for him.
So, he kept his head down and gathered the power he could, increased his wealth as quickly and borderline legally as possible. He had garnered favour where he could with the expectation to expand to Rumpitur. He needed to nudge the black market more, but that would come with time once he had a secured supply of certain goods and ways to get it more readily to market.
Silco was leaned over his desk with an open book in front of him when there was a knock on his office door. He remained scribbling numbers in the book, flipping through another smaller ledger of sales even as the door swung open to admit a young man he was familiar with by sight and even conversation. His mismatched eyes flicked up to regard Akechi before returning to finish his line of writing before he sat up in his chair.
The hairs on the back of his neck rose at the smile, and there was something off about the boy. He tilted his head all the same, observing the other.]
It's just Silco. Do come in but leave the door open in case I'm needed downstairs. [He wasn't stupid enough to trap himself in here with this one with only a window. Besides, he had employees downstairs, not that they would be much help in a fight.] What can I assist you with?
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From:text; during her convo with jerry
Date: 2024-02-06 09:18 pm (UTC)Text; Charm
Date: 2024-02-09 04:03 am (UTC)We will have to speed up our timeline to destroy the Council.
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From:text ➡ backdated towards the beginning of the month bc im lame
Date: 2024-02-17 02:42 am (UTC)[there's a picture of a certain pair of gauntlets that're sent to Silco's tablet.
that's all she says... for once in her life.]
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Date: 2024-02-17 04:16 am (UTC)Vander wore them better.
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From:backdated 2/7 | text
Date: 2024-02-22 03:45 am (UTC)[guess who just got sentenced a day ago!]
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Date: 2024-02-22 04:05 am (UTC)Am I correct to assume that you were taken for sentencing and now have a silly task to complete to show you're going to be a better prisoner to this place?
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From:action — backdated to march 1st
Date: 2024-03-05 03:06 pm (UTC)and by the looks of things, it appears she made it through the night with no nightmares, too. and this time, she rested the average amount a person should get and not broken apart in minutes. it's ten o'clock now and jinx is still snoozing up above, cocooned in several blankets with hardly a rustle. generally, she'd be up by this time to drop by his flower shop to tend to the plants, but it seems slumber is harder to fight off this go round. but on the brighter side of things, the peace and quiet will extend longer than usual. ... until she wakes up. )
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Date: 2024-03-10 11:01 pm (UTC)The cold of night on the other hand was far more of a problem. He was thankful for the more heavy duty jackets that he and Jinx had acquired in their stay here as they were coming in handy. He disliked having to wear them inside just to make sleep bearable, and despite Jinx's suggestions of cuddling to conserve body heat, he had been resistant to the idea. That wasn't unusual.
He shifted his head from where it rested on his chair and shivered as he stretched from where he had slept, looking up at the ceiling where Jinx's hammock was amid the rafters. He spent some time just watching her up there, letting his thoughts drift to the day and week ahead, his plans and everything else. It was as close to his 'quiet' time as he ever allowed himself anyway.
Still, he couldn't stay here long as there were things to do. His daughter slept and that was odd but not bad at all.]
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From:TXT; CHARM (before AU - maybe 1 hour after the blast)
Date: 2024-03-17 07:15 pm (UTC)( since charms are hard to distinguish
who is who. )
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Date: 2024-03-17 07:20 pm (UTC)Text; Charm
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From:video; phone
Date: 2024-04-03 02:00 am (UTC)video; phone
Date: 2024-04-03 01:22 pm (UTC)Jinx.
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Date: 2024-04-04 02:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2024-04-09 04:26 pm (UTC)[wtf......]
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Date: 2024-04-10 01:36 am (UTC)Yes. Did you?
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Date: 2024-04-13 10:48 pm (UTC)i did notice something weird, though. jerry kind of...changed for a moment. he looked like he was made of wires or beams or something. it didn't last for long and he didn't seem to notice, but i know i saw it.
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Date: 2024-04-13 11:19 pm (UTC)I believe you. Given the sudden changes of this place, it stands to reason that Jerry is not what he appears. After all, he doesn't suffer injury nor can he be reasoned with against his morals. This information is valuable.
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Date: 2024-04-24 03:57 am (UTC)so tonight, instead, she will have a nice, quiet, and dark sundown in with her father. besides, these past few nights might have left silco lonely, and if the shoe was on the other foot -- she'd... be pretty peeved over his late night work shifts. at the dinner table, jinx ducks her head down with her hand over her forehead, shielding away the already overshadowed kitchen light from her visual perception. if only shimmer or the food she is currently digesting can nurse a hangover. but it seems like not even a good cook meal or scientific serum can save her from this intense pounding to her temples.
the teenager spears at her dinner mindlessly until her smartphone that's resting just inches away vibrates to life. she grimaces at the sound, and irritation fills her instantly without knowing exactly who is contacting her. who would be at this hour anyway? it's not extremely late at night yet, but normally, all the other nobodies would be having supper time like them right now. maybe her sister? ragna? could be urgent. ... but for now, she'll ignore it till her frustration subsides. ]
Need a refill?
[ she asks, finally glancing up to silco and then to his glass. he isn't so old and vulnerable that he can't fill his own cup if he feels it needs it. however, she wants to be kinder to him and show her appreciation. ]
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Date: 2024-04-27 06:25 pm (UTC)He pushed around his food more than ate it, a grazer more than a full-meal kind of person. He had eaten his fill already, and he was instead far more interested in observing his daughter with her newest hangover symptoms. When her phone buzzed and she ignored it, he set down his fork and sat back in his chair. Normally, she would jump at the chance to converse with someone, usually making whatever plans for a night on the town.
His eyes drift to his cup, which was only a quarter full. He hadn't planned on drinking much more as he was setting up all the necessary permits for the new business.]
Are you staying in tonight? Someone didn't offend you, did they?
[Read: did he need to pay someone to make a corpse go in a body of water?]
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Date: 2024-05-04 04:24 am (UTC)Silco? It's Miller.
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Date: 2024-05-04 04:07 pm (UTC)It's been some time, Miller. You have survived Dara's curse, I see. To what do I owe the pleasure?
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Date: 2024-05-26 12:34 am (UTC)"-- To announce the age of misfortune."
Richard is crouched under a big grandfather oak, digging the dirt with his hands. The tree trunk is marred with fresh cuts and slashes from the sword that's discarded next to him. Clearly, he's had yet another 'moment', allowed something to control his mind once again. But this time it wasn't Joan, but something else. An eerie voice that never left him alone.
" A prophecy, then--"]
Shut up! [He screams out, hand swiftly grabbing his knife from his belt to stab the device in the hole. It's a tablet, one that definitely has definitely seen better days. The screen is cracked, missing small bits and pieces and the edges are rough and scratched. Seems like Richard has been really determined his goals to destroy the damn thing, but never quite succeeded as it kept beeping with a distorted sound.
And once again, the knife only brought another crack on the surface but the damn thing kept just making noises.
So, clearly this leaves him with the second best option: to bury the damn thing.]
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Date: 2024-05-26 12:48 am (UTC)It required a walk through the forest to get to them, of course, which was what drew him into the woods. Of course, his path was changed at the sound of voices, which might not be so unusual. There were enough forest loving people to have secret meetings or whatever, but he thought he recognized one voice in particular.
Silco moved out from around a large oak tree to spy Richard stabbing at something in a hole in the dirt. At first, he drank in the scene, and he suspected that the younger man was experiencing an episode; he didn't know Richard well enough to have confidence that violence would be immediately turned on him if he approached. It was a recklessness he wasn't about to risk even if curiosity kept him there. He instead, leaned against the tree with his shoulder, hands tucked in his coat pockets as Richard begins to bury whatever caused the disturbance.
Was that a tablet? If it wasn't, it sounded like regular programming nothing particularly interesting or deprave. Yet, he clued in that for someone who suffered voices, it might be triggering. Had he ever seen Richard on the network? No, he definitely had not.]
Richard. [He remained casual, in control.] Do you require some assistance? It's Silco, by the way. From the restaurant. We shared a drink a bit ago.
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Date: 2024-06-17 12:08 pm (UTC)In his mouth there is a parchment, one with decorative spelling of Silco's name written with ink. If he accepts the paper and unfolds it he'll find a hand written letter:]
To Silco,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am aware that your schedule is quite filled and keeps you busy so I'll keep this message brief. The gods of place has blessed me with a surprised appearance of an old companion, which means that my current lodgings at the inn are no longer suitable to my needs. I will be looking for a new and more proper living arrangements for the two of us. Of course, once I have found what I'm looking for I will be sure to let you know.
Until then, if you find yourself in need of contacting me do not hesitate reach out to me through the mirror, or giving a reply to my companion. He will always know how to find me.
Signed,
Richard Plantagenet, The Duke of Gloucester.
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Date: 2024-06-17 01:08 pm (UTC)He moved away from the pig to return to his desk, unfolding and reading the missive. Richard, hmm? He stared at the letter for a long quiet moment after finishing reading it, mind drifting to all that he had to do today, all the tasks to complete, all the business he filled his life with to avoid going to an empty house. This wouldn't be a problem in Zaun; there was always something that required his attention. Here? Not so much.
He looked across his desk at the various notes on businesses he was considering. Then he used a finger to drag half the parchment down to view the pig. He sighed and finally folded the missive neatly, rising from his chair and grabbing his coat.
He approached the albino pig and looked down at the beast. This wasn't the strangest companion.] The Duke states is his letter that you always know how to find him. Can you guide me to him? As a long time resident, it feels prudent to assist in finding him proper accommodation. [Not... escapism at all.]
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