11 July 2011 @ 01:31 pm
20; video; welp there goes the neighborhood; jecht 0 canon 2; backdated to before tidus's arrival  
So, you've probably been wondering where I was.

[Kefka is dangling, pinned, between three statues: one angelic diva, one devilish knight, one demonic dancer. His shirt and pants are stained dark red from a nasty-looking stab wound in his stomach. And the ground they're all on is slowly crumbling away to reveal...sky. Uh oh.]

It has been a really long few weeks so let me say to just go look it up. It's on wikipedia by now, I bet. [He sighs, then starts ticking events off on his bloody fingers.] Let's just say that I destroyed the Returners on the orders of the Empire, stole the powers of the espers thus killing them all, set a town on fire, raised a floating continent, got backstabbed by the two remaining people of the Empire [and he raises a bloody hand from his wound] one literally, killed the other one, the first one got away with her friends, destroyed the Empire, and now I'm dying. Ha! It's...not nearly so bad as everyone says. I feel more woozy than anything else, hee hee hee...and so messy....

So, community....don't worry. I'll be back. Either I will have my world restarted, a New Game, or....hee, I'll be back better than ever. A god. It'll be great. So Scrooge, Samara, Dru, Aria, Mr. E, Jezebel, you other person, don't worry...but, Ozaki....

[Behind him, floating, a huge creature rises. It booms:]

Not so fast, ya fuckin' clown! Yer not gonna hurt Terra again!

[Kefka turns as well as he can, disbelief written all over his face.] How did you even get here? That doesn't even make sense!

Don't matter!

[The creature opens it's mouth and blasts him, the statues, and the ground. When the energy dissipates, nothing is left--]

[Wait, no, there's a...thing...the camera must have been caught in the blast, since the film is starting to blur. Whatever it is has great flapping wings in white and black and it's fast, spinning around the creature and chipping off parts with bright bursts of energy.]

[And the winged thing glows, glows, glows brighter and brighter and starts burning away the other creature, the sky, and the camera starts to crackle, fizz, until it breaks with a crash, leaving one image in its wake:]

not icly cut; the world burns )

[ooc: canon move! Kefka's become a god, the world has been transformed, and Jecht-the-space-whale's attack didn't stop anything, unfortunately. Which punted Jecht back to the beginning of his canon. Kefka's going to be MIA for the next few weeks since his book broke. No replies.]

[...and "mr. e" is supposed to be Envy, since Kefka's trying to help him without Greed knowing. :9 'The other person' is Grace. Italics are Jecht-Sin, normal is Kefka.]
 
 
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Current Music: Metamorphosis--FFVI
Current Location: Floating Continent
 
 
29 May 2011 @ 11:18 pm
[username: diograzia; ip is traced to a small colony fleet called Macross Legacy] Intro?  
Okay, you know what? This is totally not the best way to get good grades, you know? I mean--yeah, sure, I can get escaping the drab, drab earth history lessons for an hour or two but this really is cramping my style. Really cramping it.

So, ducks. Never saw a real one before. Well--just a clone, once. But that's beside the point. So, yeah. Name's Emma. Talk to me, I guess. It's how I'm supposed to get this piece of crap off my 'net for a while, right?
 
 
13 May 2011 @ 12:17 am
backdated to yesterday, parts streamed from live broadcast, others are ~magical video~  


((OOC: That's that.  Everything is seen and Macross canon is officially over.  Those on world, action spamming and open RLs are a go.  8D))
 
 
10 May 2011 @ 03:09 pm
[voice forever]  
Hm. It's been a while--time flies when you're traveling through space, doesn't it?

No matter. Brera-kun was so helpful leading me to the Vajra planet, to Ranka. He was eloping with her, you know. His own little sister! Disgusting little bastard. I took care of that, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be glad to show you.

Oh...hm. Ranka-chan... She's doing fine, don't worry. I'm sure when the fleet shows up you'll hear her.
 
 
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23 March 2011 @ 09:25 pm
[accidental video--forward posted to late friday night/early saturday morning]  
[The picture opens up on a dark hangar bay, the dim green lights flash on and off on and off. Grace stands in the middle of it, waiting, not eagerly but not angrily. Soon light flushes the area, as a door opens and several armed men in black suits and ties with machine guns enter. One burly fellow, the leader, steps forward and aims his gun at her.

More light as another hatch opens and several more men with rifles point at her. The man speaks.]
There can only be one ruler of the galaxy, O'Connor.

[Grace doesn't seem at all disturbed by the arrangement, she is calm. Collected. As if she expected this.] Exactly.

[Then the men fire. The screen goes blank and silent. But only for a few minutes. The scene opens up again and every single man is dead, it seems most of them have broken necks or backs. Grace is no where to be seen.

Then, the camera turns. Grace is standing on a walkway above the men, now, dressed differently than she was before. She pauses briefly before moving into this position as she talks.]


Our treasure island has been found and the Little Queen will lead us to it! [Her tone is amused, light, arrogant, and she ends her sentence with dark laughter. Then the screen goes dark again.]

OOC notes )
 
 
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12 March 2011 @ 04:10 pm
[video]  
Ah... [Grace is, once again, in a hotel of some kind. She sits, quite comfortably, as what looks like a large fox paces in front of her. He pauses every few seconds, sniffing the air, flicking his tail.]

How am I going to hide this brute, I wonder? [The daemon pauses, gives a harsh barking laugh and then continues to pace. Grace shoots him a look and the maned wolf stops, and looks at the camera. His eyes are bright (hungry), he briefly shows his teeth before settling down at Grace's feet.]

I'm not even sure what he is exactly--what species he's in the form of. Ah. Well, at least he's a handsome brute, isn't he?
 
 
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08 March 2011 @ 08:16 am
hiatus? what hiatus? ...shut up.  
I merely wished to make a clarification; officially I am no longer the manager of Sheryl Nome. We had a falling out, things were said, and so forth. I don't think I need to go any deeper; I already have enough tabloids asking me about it.

--however, I didn't think she had it in her to steal my property. While, personally, I'm not particularly sorrowful over having one less bill to pay, I was using my own personal funds to rent a property and then I suddenly got a call from the landlord saying Sheryl switched it over to her credit card.

How does one handle a situation like this, I wonder? It's incredibly awkward.
 
 
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17 February 2011 @ 11:27 am
[video] (replies will be voice)  
[At first glance, it's simply a ritzy hotel room. Top of the line, expensive wallpaper, gilded mirror... That sort of thing. The mirror's cracked, smeared with already drying blood. Grace is out of the picture.]

Tell them that Brera Sterne--he's. Not to get in. After me, he might go after you--I'm sorry, Sheryl...

I couldn't stop him--damn it... [Her sentence is cut off as she falls down, bringing the camera with her. It focuses on the other side of the room. The wallpaper is torn, slashed. The expensive furniture is overturn, what's not destroyed, that is.

And Grace...

Even though only Grace's back is seen, it's clear she's not in good shape. Just by the way she fell, the way she's trying to get herself back up and failing, by the several slashes across her back. How her hair is sticking to her back, to her head... So much blood...]
He's went crazy.
 
 
07 February 2011 @ 02:20 pm
[anon forever; ip untraceable. locked from brera; unhackable]  
Last night, the fate of the community was sealed. Soon enough, the Little Queen will rise; when? Not even she knows.

Soon... Soon all will be united under her banner. The end draws near.
 
 
28 January 2011 @ 04:13 pm
[video]  
[A slightly younger, think mid-twenties, Grace is sitting in some kind of lab setting, wearing a lab coat and a low-cut lace blouse. She leans forward, tapping her fingernails against the desk. She's somewhat amused if slightly off-put.]

So it seems the community doesn't want me working on my paper today. Well, then. Let's talk shall we? Preferably with text. Less likely for Doctor Mao and Ranshe to come in and act like I'm talking to myself, that way. [ It's subtle, extremely subtle, but there's a slight edge to Grace's voice when she speaks those two names.]

Let's talk about children. Since...my esteemed colleague thinks it best to raise both of her's on this fleet but, well, what can one do?

((And assume that she's been on the community for CR.))
 
 
16 January 2011 @ 10:27 pm
[ANON--utterly untraceable] True intro?  
Everyone new complains about how unbelievable this is, everyone old shrugs and says there is nothing new. All are blind to the possibilities.

I hope you like living as ignorant children, soon the dream is going to end. Soon you will all wake, and when that dawn approaches, all will be united.

I bid you luck, you're going to need it.

((And all replies are going to anonymous, untraceable.))
 
 
16 January 2011 @ 10:39 am
intro  
Sheryl...

Is this really how you want to interact with your public? Playing about on the internet like...a child? Not that I can disapprove of getting free publicity, of course, but you must think of your health! How can you heal while you keep trying to escape the hospital? As your manager and confidant, I must disapprove. Sheryl, please, stay in bed.

Ah--what's this--? Something is cutting my transmission--Sheryl, what have you been getting into--
 
 
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