Hei (Li Shenshung)
28 July 2012 @ 03:45 am
[ Now is his chance. ]

[ The City is still caught up in the recent snowy curse. The distraction affords ideal cover to make his move. Sneaking into the Deities' Office is a challenge. But not impossible. As Li, he's scouted the outside on seemingly harmless walks. By nightfall, masked, clad in a black bodysuit, he's gauged the security system. Checking for weak-spots. With time and observation, he's determined a vulnerability near the corner exit. ]

[ And slipped through. ]

[ He needs information on these 'Deities'. They appear - ostensibly - to be the string-pullers. More details must be gathered about their history. Not via direct attack, but careful machinations. Whatever allows him to return to his world. Find Pai. ]

[ But his opponents have other plans. ]

[ And armed guards to carry them out. ]

Hold it right there - !

[ Sounds of scuffling. Someone's device clatters to the floor. From its crooked angle, a group of security guards is seen. Facing off against a masked figure. The image only lasts a moment. In a flash, the intruder lunges at the guards. Strobelike flashes of gunshots. Clang and sparks of knives. The ensuing firestorm blurs the feed. Until there's eerie blue flashes and dull zzzts. In the next beat, all the guards slump motionless. Out cold? Or dead? ]

[ No way to know. Offscreen, more thudding footsteps resound. A new team of guards rushes in, weapons at the ready. ]

[ But the intruder is already gone ]

Spread out! [ a guard orders ] Find the bastard! Now!


[ OOC: So! Hei broke into the Deity Office for classified info to escape the City. (Un)Fortunately, the security team discovered him before he could filch anything. Our dear assassin has escaped by electrocuting everyone. EMPTY-HANDED AND PISSED. He also received a parting gift from the Deities. Namely his mask which now looks like this. Never annoy cruel gods, ppl. The video feed is from an NPC guard's device. ]

[ Post is open to action ! Hei may run into your character on a rooftop or an alleyway, as he makes his escape. Just be warned. He will mow you down. Or knock you out. Or kill you 
:|  Alternately, you may run into his derpy alias 'Li', who'll act like he's returning from work and doesn't know WTF is going on. Which side of the coin you'd like to interact with is upto you~ (*Mod Approved*) ]

 
 
Current Location: On The Move
Current Mood: annoyed
 
 
sympathyforme
28 July 2012 @ 06:47 am
Seems like I'm back.

[The young man doesn't sound too excited about that fact, but not exactly put out, either. He can be seen lighting a cigarette near the fountain, acting as if there isn't a blizzard going on and said fountain frozen over. He's just too cool to notice the cold. Bad puns aside, he does have to shield his lighter from the wind to actually manage.]

Bit frosty today, hm? What else did I miss?

[Who else, he wonders. Who's still there? He'll find out soon enough, though, so he just smiles for the camera, an eyebrow raised.]

Who missed me~?


[ooc: Back from hiatus, Kira is back in the City and checking up on friends and enemies. New people also always welcome!]
 
 
[The Man With No Name]
28 July 2012 @ 10:50 am
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[ooc: Cut for a large but SFW picture of snow. For the fans, yes, the coat is basically the twin of the last canon badass longcoat seen before the acquisition of the poncho. I like the badass longcoat. Shush. Shortly, he and the horse will probably be flopping through the snow like some might-have-been Jeremiah Johnson scene (Wikipedia that trivia >>;;). How come this curse always falls around the time the heat index is 100+ degrees? How does this timing work? Network and action threads welcome. He'll be walking around today. Throw a snowball at him, I dare you!]
 
 
Arthur Pendragon
28 July 2012 @ 10:58 am
[ Arthur holds a finger up to his lip as he looks into his video screen. ] Merlin doesn't know it yet, but in just one moment, I'm going to dump this bucket of snow on top of Merlin's head. [ Fair's only fair after that stunt Merlin pulled a few days ago. ]

[ with a grin, Arthur tucks his phone under his arm and picks up said bucket full of snow, now somewhat slushy from being inside the house for a few minutes. It's a big house! And, with careful movements, he pushes open the door to Merlin's bedchambers and creeps inside.

Beware of the screams after a few moments. It's only Merlin getting the rude awakening he so definitely deserves!

And with a dash, Arthur runs out of the room and cuts the feed. Justice has been served! ]


((ooc: Toss is still on slowatus/hiatus with Merlin, but I do have her permission for this post! Thanks! Also, at work, but I should be able to tackle this post later this afternoon. ))
 
 
Charlene Roberta McGee
28 July 2012 @ 12:46 pm
[Charlie just has one thing to say today. It's important. She's offering her services, here so her message is brief.]

If anyone needs snow taken care of or melted out of the way, let me know. I know it won't last long and will probably just get snowed over again but at least it's something, right? Just in case anyone needs to run a quick errand.

[And that's it.]
 
 
Jack ❝ Wynand ❞ (Ryan)
28 July 2012 @ 04:13 pm
[Jack's sweater-and-jeans ensemble did well enough to keep out the chill of the Atlantic back home, but now it looks as though it's not faring so well against the heavy snowfall, not with the way he's shivering on camera. Of course, that's not exactly the most noticeable thing about him right now; that would be his left hand, just in view of the camera, scorched and charred and glowing red along his veins and at his fingertips. He doesn't seem to notice it, nor does he seem to be in any pain from it, even with the heat shimmering from his obviously burnt flesh.

But he doesn't seem to even notice that his camera is on in the first place, as he isn't looking anywhere near the device when he speaks.]


You know, I miss the water balloon fights. [He shivers and flexes his burnt hand, and a small flame licks up his hand and whiffs out at the glowing tips of his fingers.] Why couldn't we have a weekend of that instead of...well, this?

[He shivers again, gives his hand another flex, and snaps his fingers, causing his hand to briefly catch on fire — but just as before, it doesn't seem to cause him any pain. The loud hiss of steaming water can heard as he reaches for the device with his other hand, fumbling before managing to switch it off.]
 
 
thor (movie)
28 July 2012 @ 04:16 pm
(while loki is being a drama queen, thor is out walking the dogs. they, for one are enjoying the fact that he's back home with them but he seems really distracted. extremely, distracted that he might be even hit by snowballs.

communicator in his hand, watching loki, it seems that he's ignoring what usually makes him so happy: playing with the children and the dogs in the park. where he would not be armed, he is now and it seems to be quite perplexing.
)


When is it that we find ourselves on diverging paths? In all my years, it is only now that I feel uncertainty.
 
 
"ѕтιleѕ" ѕтιlιnѕĸι - тeen wolғ
28 July 2012 @ 05:05 pm
[ So maybe he's a little under dressed for the snow, but c'mon who stops to actually find things like a jacket or a scarf or anything like that. Stiles is just fine in his inside out t-shirt, his hoodie, snow coating his sneakers like they're trying to go from dirty-red to white. So what if he could potentially get hypothermia? His entire wardrobe's back home. But he's paying the cold like zero attention, focusing well on the task at hand.

The snowman.

Or snow-wolf. The figure Stiles is working on is big, more square than the usual rounded snow-people, little snow ears attached to its head. It's scowling face is perfection, text message art that he's seriously pleased with. (>8|) It maybe looks a little constipated, but that's the default for half the ones he knows anyway so he's on the right track. He's holding up his device in one hand, a stick in the other as he draws a cross over the thing's chest, right where it's heart should be.

(Because apart from Scott the friendly werewolf, the rest of them have serious issues.)

Huffing, his breath billowing off screen like he's breathing fire.
]

You know what, I'm impressed with my own handiwork. [ Prodding the snowman again. He's so brave when there's nobody here to bite him. Zooming in to it's scowly mouth. ] Now don't be afraid. The were-snow is totally a big softy snow-puppy. It's chill is worse than its bite.
 
 
( ¢ℓιит "нαωкєує" вαятσи )
28 July 2012 @ 05:19 pm
[ It's late evening, which is quickly turning into night, and the blizzard is slowing to a stop, flakes of snow still falling down around him, but the ferociousness of it has calmed enough to be out in it, standing upon the masses of endless white, and in the middle of building a line of uncannily familiar looking snowmen. One, however, is distinctly a lady snowman because of the extra mounds positioned just so. He doesn't have a family to call his own, not anymore, and without really realising it this is the best he can come up with when regressing into an eight year old.

Clint's grinning, cheeks patchy with red where the cold's bitten him, and he's wearing the usual jeans and a t-shirt with a jacket that's far from appropriate. But he doesn't care, he's enjoying himself, maybe a bit too much, and there's a black Labrador - Fury - bouncing up and down in the snow with his tailing swishing from side to side and tongue lolling out.

He turns the camera onto the snow Avengers, seven figures standing one next to the other and distinguishable, and then grins into the device.
] So, what do we think? Hang on, don't tell me. I know. [ Far too serious, with a dry tone. ] I should've been an artist.
 
 
Lucy Locke
28 July 2012 @ 05:56 pm
[Lucy is closing the shop up. Her hands (and therefore the video) shake as she tries to get the key in the lock and lock the door. She's got a puffy, yellow jacket on, a mini skirt and a pair of Uggs. She fiddles with the video before she steps out onto the sidewalk.]

Coming up Roses is closed until this snow goes away. It's too cold for July. I'm heading to the coffee shop because if I don't thaw out, I'll freeze before I get home.
 
 
Rose Tyler
28 July 2012 @ 06:03 pm
[Rose is sitting in the hammock in the TARDIS. She's wearing a cozy, comfy, turtleneck sweater that looks like it's about to fall apart and her hands are wrapped around a cup of cocoa. She looks like crap, circles under her eyes and either something in the TARDIS is shaking or she's shaking. It's not clear which.]

Guess we should've expected this. 'm pretty sure we got snow in July last year too. Anyone remember for sure?
 
 
Korra
28 July 2012 @ 09:06 pm
 
[action]
[This place is definitely weird. The day before yesterday she had been sweltering in her Water Tribe clothes, and now she's grateful for her heavy coat and fur-lined boots.

She had been trying to meditate in the apartment, but there had been too many distractions. So she went outside, hoping the cold would help sharpen her focus.

Problem is, meditating is still boring. Very. Boring.

Somebody. Help her.

Please.]
 
 
James E. Wilson, MD
28 July 2012 @ 09:07 pm
[Snow in July isn't really noteworthy after a few years in the City, so Wilson's not exactly fazed by it. He is, however, dealing with the weather as one might expect; by stopping on his way back from his shift and renting something to watch on an evening in. That's, of course, why he's in one of the City's such establishments with a DVD of something called Besos de Traición - yeah, that's totally a telenovella. He'd ask you not to tell, but he has no idea that his arrival at the counter with it is being broadcast to the City.]


[ooc: Network replies are cool - also open to action should you so desire!]
 
 
Loki Laufeyson
28 July 2012 @ 11:17 pm
[ The snow is falling behind Loki. A few hours ago, it had been quite the blizzard. It is calmer now, and easier to see.

When he raises the communicator, he intends only to examine his own face within it. He does not intend for it to record, but the machine makes that move for him.

He has been outside for a long time. The snow has settled on his shoulders. His skin has a faint, blue hue and his eyes are very definitely red.

Even now, when he has been aware of his true nature for more than one human year, he finds it unusual.
]

Some truths are better concealed. This was one of them.

[ Then he sees the light by the side of the screen. There's no perceptible change on his face as he realizes he's recording, but his eyes briefly close, and when he speaks his tone is harsh. ]

They told me there would be curses. I cannot feel the cold. The curse is in what is revealed. Good evening, City. Do you like what you see?
 
 
Иван Райденович Райков
28 July 2012 @ 11:24 pm
Now this is the weather I'm used to. While the temperature in Novosibirsk is similar to the City's, I do love the snow. For those of you who find it too cold, drink some vodka.

[Raikov holds up a cup]

It warms the body and soul, after all.