Hei (Li Shenshung)
24 August 2013 @ 12:08 am


[ It happens as it's just getting light, at six in the morning. At the City's mountaintops, the vista is bleak, almost apocalyptic. On a flat stretch of rock, the harsh treeless beauty of the landscape opens out on both sides, making Hei feel small, less than himself, yet at the same time pleasantly calm. His form, outlined in a blue glow, is preternaturally still. His eyes are fixed on the meteor shard he holds up, between a thumb and forefinger. ]

[ It takes a moment before he channels his ability and focuses on periscoping it skywards. But when it happens, the scent of ozone floods the air like a thunderstorm. The abrupt blue light glaring off him is intense; it's hard to see anything beyond it, and when you blink, pink and orange spots blind you. ]

[ In a perfect funneling arch, the light shoots straight for the City's barrier. ]

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[ ooc: Barrier Plot post! Characters who can withstand the horribu blinding light -- and climb the mountain he's sitting on -- are free to run into Hei. Tags can be Before or After the energy-blast itself, but please title them as such! Backtag friendly as always.<3 (...c-curse my slow ;;). ]
 
 
Katstros | Kat | The Intern
24 August 2013 @ 12:03 pm
 
[There's a click and a rustle and some speaking before the words get distinct enough to actually hear.]

-ooking for.

[There's some inarticulate mumbling in the background]

Wait what?

No, what do you mean-

What do you mean curses can explode?

[More muttering]

You could have told me before I went into-

[There's a click off]
 
 
Rose Tyler
24 August 2013 @ 01:40 pm
[The sound of clattering can be heard be heard in the background followed by the sound of things falling.]

What the hell...

[In reference to this.]
 
 
July
24 August 2013 @ 02:31 pm
[Hello, City. Yesterday there were clowns everywhere. Today July has the result of one. A balloon in his hand. Of course, he doesn't look like the typical child at a circus, he's not smiling.

Instead he's just sitting there on his bed with his hand on the string, the balloon floating over his head. Is he supposed to do something else with it? He isn't sure. It was just handed to him and so he has it.]
 
 
reмυѕ j. lυpιn || мoony
24 August 2013 @ 06:10 pm
I -- err. Is this thing on? [ Something grey is blocking the camera's view, leaving only the young boy's accented voice to drift through. Within it there are faint traces of differing places, a little bit of Welsh hidden within the deep North of England for anyone who discerns that kind of thing. The device booms like something is tapping it and then the feed clears, the strip of red and gold at the end of his jumper giving way to the concerned tilt of his face. Remus Lupin is a boy of about sixteen, tawny hair and kind, tired eyes. If you look close enough there's the silver outline of a scar on his cheek. ]

Merlin, this is strange. [ He's seated on the lip of the fountain, sodden robes heaped up beside him. ] I think -- is this like a microphone? [ Thankfully he doesn't hold it up to his mouth, just cradles it with some manner of alarm in his hands. ] My name's Remus. Remus Lupin. I believe I'm lost. And that I might have somebody's ... it must be a microphone. Actually, I hope I'm not too loud. Apologies if I am. I'd like to give it back to its owner. [ He pulls a face at himself, at how bloody ridiculous he sounds and runs a hand through his hair. Droplets of water still cling to his lashes. ] I'd also like to find the exit.

[ He knows instinctively that this isn't Hogwarts, that the air around him doesn't teem with the same kind of magic. But he didn't apparate, shouldn't have been able to. He wants to panic but that will do him no good. He has to remain calm. So he straightens his shoulders and smiles a little, just the vaguest uptick of his mouth. ] Can anybody help me?
 
 
verysmallpig
24 August 2013 @ 10:51 pm
[Video]
[Winds buffer the microphone of Piglet's network device, competing with the spluttering cries of alarm coming from the little fellow. Pink, blue, brown. and green mix in a flurry of movement on the screen, and it becomes apparent that Piglet is flailing in a panic amongst branches the upper branches of a very tall tree.]

H-H-H-HAAAALLP!!! H-HAAAALLLLP!!!



[ooc: Poor Piglet has been caught up in some of the aftermath of Hei's Apocalyptic Plotty-plot. Unfortunately, Gusts of Winds are not quite so harmless when it comes to such very small animals like Piglet who can be easily blown away.]