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I'm going home. [She couldn't sound happier about it. Kamala is practically glowing from the high of being so close to her goal.] I am also going to rescue the Marvel who still needs a codename on the way back. Maybe start my own version of the Avengers too! America, remember you are going to be my first recruit!

[She takes a breath and grows a little more somber.] This time I am not going to forget you guys. That's the best part of this for me. I know things haven't always been perfect. Actually sometimes they really sucked. I really love you guys. You saw me. You didn't roll your eyes and tell me to fend for myself. You had my back. I really hope I had yours. Now I'll never forget you. I'm so happy I won't.

[Her eyes well up with tears. She's still smiling.] You're welcome to come with me. My world isn't perfect. Actually it kind of almost ends a lot, but a lot of great people step up to save it. One day maybe I'll be one of them too. I promise I'll protect you. My family will help you get set up there. We're actually pretty good at taking people in when they need to start over. Think about it, okay?

Until then, someone help me charge my phone so we can have a dance party or something! We still have time for a good party before I leave! I swear I have the best music on here!

[A tear does shake loose. Kamala laughs wetly.] And... wow this is hard. I guess endings always are. Final thoughts? I hope Cossette finds peace. I hope everyone who got caught up this craziness does. Even if we don't? Remember that I love you. Meeting you will always be one of the best things that ever happened to me. We'll meet again someday. I promise.

[She holds up her fingers to show scout's honor. The feed ends there so she can have a good cry before responding.]

reparo

[The video isn't accidental this time, and focuses on Hermione - her face rosy-cheeked and smiling, actually smiling.

To the observant eye, one can tell she's in the old, dilapidated house that some people used during the final battle in Hatthevar as a sort of refuge. (It's the Macarena house.)]

Friends - ah, I've been thinking all day what I'd say to us all after a battle as final and difficult and hard as this one. I didn't get to say this to my friends back home, I didn't get the chance to say this to Harry, but...here goes.

Well done. You did your best, and you somehow saved the day. Look at this place. Look at this world! I know the beacons are being repaired, so it's still sometime before we leave but I think we could say we're leaving it better than we found it?

[Like it's hard. She lets out a tiny laugh.]

Also, I think - and I'm not taking any feedback on this - that I've earned myself this.

[The view focuses on the floor, where she is sitting currently, and specifically on a half-empty bottle of wine. Hermione gone wild.]

valeas

[ Wrath is beside Emilia, as are Wrathion and Wei Wuxian.

She has been here before, blood-drenched and weary. A bearer of violent tidings. The only difference is she speaks with a bluntness she could not afford in Alem, a compromise that stings her to this day. ]

Matthias is dead. I killed him, though I could not have done it alone.

[ It was not pretty. ]

For those of you who feel some of Matthias's power now, I have a suggestion.

[ Here, Wei Wuxian taps a finger on the side of his nose before smiling, small and tight: ]

Help seal away Anurr's power and bind him to his current body. Then disperse anything remaining.

companionsgrasp

[While the ghost ship has entered its final stages on the 'Other Side,' Benedict posts a quick message on the network.]

To anyone still on board the Headless Dancer: there's an object on board this ship, a knife used by Matthias. The tool he used to- to leave parts of himself behind. No time to explain, but I think we should look for it!

[It could be useful after all! Maybe. Hopefully, if they could find it.]

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[A few hours later, after the ship has sunk for another time and Benedict has had time to recover somewhat and catch his breath at least, he makes another post to the network. This time he has a bit more to say and can say it without hurry. It's not a lot, but it's something he wants to share and there is a clear hint of roiling emotion buried beneath his otherwise calm relay of information.]

Matthias does not return to the Headless Dancer anymore. He lost something there, and so he doesn't return anymore. We'll have to find him elsewhere.

I spoke to her. To Cosette.

She was on that ship when it went down the first time, and she's on that ship every time it goes down now as it cycles through that fateful day. It was Matthias's actions that caused it and many others to sink. She said he's careless with the ones he loves, and that he won't be as forgiving to anyone else that gets in his way. He isn't pitiful. She said that. Not to pity him. That his actions have always been needlessly cruel.

[So he gathered from her intent anyway.]

I won't hand her over to him. All she wants is to rest. To find peace. That's all the dead want. They don't want the dark waters, the madness to fall over them, they just want to find a final rest. Being brought here doesn't help them, doesn't do them any good, it just traps them here.

[A pause ensued as he tried to decide whether he wanted to say more or not. If he did, he knew it would be even less objective than the rest of what he relayed.]

I told her I would help her. That's what I intend to do.

[Even if that meant confronting and even killing Matthias. Some people were just beyond saving.]

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[[ooc: Wrathion is the one set to find said knife, of course, but Cosette mentioned it to Benedict so I thought to add that first part for flavor! He'll be too busy to reply to much while still on the ship, but hit him up with any questions/concerns during anyway! After his second post he'll be free to reply in more leisure as he catches his breath. o7]]

damnable

( godsfuckinghells, her head hurts - its full of a bunch of memories that aren't hers, because turns out a good dog's always a good dog. no matter what magical compulsion power happens to be at work. fought against one - only to be done in by the next two compulsions happening swiftly after. she fought against the third too, but. she's got a lot of info to share though so. here goes as she cradles her flask and hopes the alcohol will last. )

So the power in the middle of the lagoon was a well with memory debris from people who chose to give up their memories. I grabbed some. Karsa says it can be used to make potions to regain or retain memories. If we... take one of these potions, we can remember this place when we go through the beacon. Y'know, if that's- yeah. ( she still sees her last moments in her own world - her final moments of existence, and she's afraid of not having any choice in that matter. she'll down some of her flask then before she continues. )

In the picking up of the well liquid, I... got, uh, compelled to drink some of it. Cause y'know... that's how it goes. ( long breath out. ) Hard to keep track of what's known or what isn't, but I saw a couple of Matthias' memories in the mess of memories that are not mine but are now... rattling around in my head.

One was in the Ellethia Institute of Technology and Magic - about some source of power on the coast. He gave the go ahead to grab it when his superior was hesitant to give the order. He made a storm of blood to scare away all the other ships after it.

The other was of a young blonde woman who hadn't admired him since she was a child. She was in an academic uniform. Maybe his daughter? At the end, the fuckin Merchant came up in the memory, covered him with an umbrella, and said it was time to get back to work. ...so seems like the Merchant was directly working with the Institute of Technology and Magic after all. Coy bastard.

Both are memories Matthias chose to get rid of since they were in that well of lost memories. He must have had a reason for losing them. They do say ignorance is bliss.

aprescoup

( The transmission seems to come from an inside quarter battered by Anurr's howling winds outside. Somehow, the speaker seems unbothered. )

Is this wo — I'm never good at this. One, two, three. One, two, three. Hello? That's... that sounds right.

Hello, everyone! I'm Matthias. Awful weather, isn't it? Can barely hear myself think. ( As he finishes his sentence, voice increasingly chilled, the winds quiet. )

There! There we are. Much better, isn't it? You've been well? I don't know what you make of the place, but if you're hungry, there's... try old man Thrael's, down Gentian street. Best buns you've ever seen! And his food's not bad either, haha. Do try it! Kamala, have you tried it? I think there were... more nice little family shops with cookery, I just... don't remember. Don't exactly remember.

( An awkward pause. ) ...right. A little bird tells me your group has something of mine. Very... very literally. Some parts of mine, as it were. A heart here, a tongue there, a hand... small inconveniences. I think that was all of them? I don't quite recall. I was hoping to unburden you of them. If I may? It's just... very strange. Feeling part of yourself across a city. I'm, of course, open to barter. I know you've come a long way, I suppose you're expecting something for your trouble! A... finder's fee?

And... you haven't seen her yet, have you? My Cose — ...no. Of course. You've only just started. I'm sorry. Let's not speak of it! This is us: not speaking of it.

mashiara

The Prince has been so direct as to exchange notes when sent inquiries.

In his words:

( here, an image, which isn't a photograph but instead her turning the watch pendant around to display the note she's received, several visible around the one she focuses on, reading: )

Until the witch does, in its name. The forest died. The animals perished. They will revive at their own pace. It is the witch who wants amends, who is never satisfied. The witch who taunts and teases. Who took everything, lives and likenesses.

He says he's doing what he can from his side. That he hopes for a change of heart from the witch. The witch who is male, yes, I did read what's been shared here. Men of all kinds, from the ones seeking blood, to the ones seeking reparations, all acting foolish.

Who's for knocking them all on the back of the head and telling them to sort it all out like grown adults?

somebadnews

( How it started... )

[ Five clears his throat as he turns to the network. How to put this without admitting that he threw a tantrum and might have broken someone... possibly more than someone... several horrifically-cursed-people into pieces. For someone who can be fairly blasé when it comes to murder, this seems a little too much like insult to injury. ]

You're all pretty handy, aren't you? [ God, starting with a compliment. They have to know something is wrong, but he doesn't know how else to handle this weird problem. Maybe he should have written this down to not give himself away, but he's already started now. ] We have any carpenters, or... maybe some metal workers? I need something repaired.

A few somethings. I'm sure you can take a break from the mystery to do a mundane task. Call it a favor. [ Something crunches under his foot and he winces. That one may be a lost cause. ] ...Thanks.

[ And if anyone happens by his room (or heard the ruckus and went to investigate), he's at least trying to sort out the mess he made, and trying his best not to notice the statue looking much more accusingly in his direction. What's worse is he can't get a broom without worrying it'll snitch on him. Fucking magic castles... ]

redhourglass

( natasha ... doesn't usually do these sorts of things. she prefers to take in what everyone else shares via the device, put together her own conclusions, share them with a select group of people. that said — she's had a pretty unsettling encounter with a candelabra and it feels relevant to share, particularly given what others have shared about julien, the prince, their relationship, and the castle.

so, here goes. )

the inanimate object servants who move were turned that way by a 'guest' — a witch. the candelabra i talked to called it a blessing, but seemed to be doing so under duress. it happened close to ten years ago. my guess is whatever changed the prince, impacts the servants as well.

i'm wondering why julien doesn't seem to be caught up in that too. anything that would touch the whole castle should put him under the same spell, right?

( ok, admittedly ... magic isn't her forte. )

the candelabra seemed very concerned that julien think they were doing a good job. makes me think it's not just the bird-like servants who are frightened of him.

one more thing: the witch is a man. felt worth mentioning .. especially when you consider julien isn't impacted by the spell.

( it's definitely a logical leap to imply that julien is the witch, but in lieu of other options? why not? she's curious to hear what others might think. )

makemeasong

Right, sorry to interrupt the new introductions for a re-intro and information. If you know me, hello, if you don't, I'm Clara. If you've been here longer than I have, you know who the Child is already but for a little context, he's a kid who got a shit hand the day he was born, was thrown into a volcano by his mum, and now he has severe trust issues and can make people ill or better, depending, because the mountain gave him abilities. To catch up the people who weren't in Serthica: there was an illness and it was bad, but the Child gave me an umbrella, and because he covered me with it and I immediately felt better, I thought the umbrella did the trick. Especially because he left it with me. He seemed to randomly and desperately want it back, which reinforced what I thought so, I went to see him.

[ Pausing to push a hand through her hair, she focuses on memories that are coming back into focus after what feels like years away. ]

I'm ninety-nine percent sure the umbrella was and is just that. The Man in White was his best friend and gave it to him. They've had an intense falling out, and because it was a gift, the little boy wanted it back. We did talk, and look, he's very much just a kid. One who has no idea exactly what he was turned into and isn't sure about the people around him. What if someone tries to toss him in another volcano? I wouldn't trust anyone either.

[ Clara doesn't know what to make of the Child other than he's out there in a hostile world that he possibly has some (or more than they all know) control over. ]

Did any of us know there used to be a little girl the same age? The Child said the Man in White told him she existed, past tense. A daughter who died. She's never been seen, not a single time; all he's seen is the Man brushing a doll's hair, which isn't creepy at all. The doll was hers I think, and this is a quote: 'everything the water wakes up is wrong.' Trying to figure out a way to bring back a girl who unfortunately died? From there the conversation got a little, uh...ominous? The Child knows his father's dead. He also made it seem like his dad's gonna come back and try to wipe out the world evil villain style, so there's that. He's 'Worse than my friend' were the words the kid said. 'Eyes as dark as his heart.'

[ She remembers that part specifically because it felt like a timely omen. ]

Very much warned us to stay away from him at all costs; the suggestion was for us to leave, which I laughed at. In my head, not to his face. I don't think he knows exactly how bad it can be for us. Or maybe he does, but what can he do about it?

[ There's a quiet sigh from her side before wrapping up. ]

That's all I've got, I think. If I remember more later, I'll reach out again. Oswald, out.

bigsmile

So I've been seeing a lot of talk around here where people don't seem to know what a pirate is. Do your worlds not have oceans or...?

( Luffy pauses before shrugging, his enthusiasm never dimming. )

Anyway I thought as future king of the pirates it's my duty to let everyone know what a pirate is, saves any confusion down the line and kind of breaks up things that are happening. So! Here goes! Are you ready? Here's some stuff that makes a pirate a pirate!

( A cut for a ramble )

inferus

( Wrath has the device pointed toward himself, but over his shoulder, the rest of the crew who went after the news shouters are clearly in view. It is possibly an amusing village with Wrath being so entirely tall and broad, and the rest being much shorter, smaller: Kamala, America, Hermione, and Five walk behind him. Together, they enter Wrath's current residence (it's quite fancy, because the devil likes fancy things) to review what they have learned and make sure the coast is clear after breaking the shouters out from where they had been taken.

It's only when the door has closed on his magically warded residence that Wrath speaks: )

Kamala was right to worry about the veteran news shouters. We found them being held captive in the House of Scribes. According to these shouters, they had been beaten as a part of... conversations they were made to have over their 'poor civic spirit' - a direct quotation.

They were apparently detained for refusing to spread fearmongering about the supposed imminent resurrection and upcoming apocalypse of the Chained God. Their orders to do so were signed by Caius Justus himself. It is their belief that Caius Justus weaponizes this fear to stir the public in a particular direction - usually toward violence, bloodshed, fighting.

The shouters did appear to admire Messalina. They consider her message to be of one of... peace and liberation of the dead. As with all things, take that final particular information not as fact necessarily, but as their opinions to take into consideration.

( ooc: threadjack away, feel free to address any of the crew/threadjack, and also, replies could come from any of the crew )

cosplayqueen

[Rare Kamala video! She is visibly anxiously as she addresses the pendent, chewing her nails up until the moment she begins to talk.] So some weird things have been happening lately and I think that we need to do something about it. Context: I'm basically like some junior newscaster here. They call it news shouter, but not the point. Honestly, I think I have the job because everything they ask me to say about sounds better coming from someone who looks twelve on a good day. Anyways, so I'm obviously not the only one sharing the news. Each of us have had some weird stuff go down recently. We usually go off submission boxes which is kind of cool actually. It's like mystery box news!

[Her good cheer quickly fades back into low grade anxiety.] Lately all these Senate officials have gotten super invested in what's in the box. They want to make we aren't spreading disinformation. Which okay? That sounds legit even if you have to wonder why they didn't care before. Kind of seems like an excuse to censor the news, but hey what do I know? I'm literally some kid from Jersey City.

But, now a bunch of the veteran news shouters are gone. They were pretty mad about what was going on and not at all shy about it sharing it since duh. We're not exactly a quiet group. Some people are saying they're getting special instructions which I guess is like training? Two of the apprentices think they're being imprisoned at the Senate House of Scribes.

In the interest of full disclosure? I'm totally going there to find out what happened to them. I still have a disguise from home so they won't know it's me.

But, I was really hoping I wouldn't have to go alone. Stealth isn't exactly my strong point. These are people I work with every day. They're innocent. I don't want them to get hurt because I didn't ask for help when I needed it. So if you're willing to help me break into somewhere to check on some people who might just be getting the most boring lecture of their lives? Awesome.

If you think I'm overreacting or we have bigger problems, I seriously don't care. Please don't even respond to this because right now this is my problem and I'm doing something about it. I just really hope one of you tags along since yeah I'm not subtle. I really need to work on that even if they won't know it's me.

[She ends the feed there presumably to stress out some more.]

downswing

( Behold: that inexorable moment when a man with the tolerance of a baby kitten has infiltrated the nefarious tavern of Livius Decimus, had precisely two licks of the obligatory drink, and is now alone, sword drawn, brooding morosely at a vast table covered in castaway parchment pieces that two large brown and spotted rabbits are diligently chewing on.

After fifteen seconds of blinking at the pendant: )

Greeti.. ( ...nnnnngs? ) What. did.. what did the... ( Wake up, Lan Wangji, wake up — ) Pro - presss... pros. Proscription lists. What did they look like?

( ...possibly like the parchment scraps one of the rabbits annihilates on camera, while a nearby ~~thug~~ gentleman of criminal arts, seemingly in the know, mutters, You son of a — )

...my son? Mmmmmmmmm. Gentle. Little... not so little? Was little. Kind. Wise. Speak of... yes. Let me speak of my son. He will never marry. Must stay little. In my coin purse. Children are... for safe-keeping.

( ...in coin purses. Does the thug agree? How can he not. )

silverneedles

[ Wen Qing appears, filming from one of the monk cells on Mount Nathadi. She looks stern and annoyed, with a ghostly monk in the background looking rather delighted. ]

I have been asked to provide cheer to the crowd, and when I inquired to the specifics, the monk provided me with a song to sing. [ She waves a piece of paper, scribbled on with lyrics. ] A-Ning, you are not allowed to listen to this.

[ She looks back at the monk, who gestures for her to hurry up, and turns back to the camera to launch into her song. Her voice is lovely, and she can carry a tune, but that's about the nicest thing anyone can say about her performance. ]

A rambling young sailor to Unkharil came down,
He’d been paid off his ship in old Yancai town....

[ She continues through the entire song, trying to maintain a neutral expression and mostly managing, although by the end her cheeks are red. The monk in the background looks delighted, occasionally sniggering and cackling, and provides rousing applause at the end.

As soon as she's done, Wen Qing bows to the camera and abruptly shuts it off. ]

( the full lyrics )

pepsifree

[ There're brief tapping sounds, like someone doing a mic test, and a quiet "is this thing even on?". But then a clear of the throat precedes an ever-awkward: ] Uh... hello. This is Marty. Um...

So I talked. Talked? Shared my brain with? The giant snake guy. Kharil-asuk. Kinda funny, I could never remember his name, but then we had that whole mental connection and now it's all I can think about the past couple of hours. Is that normal?

...anyway.

He wants to get married.

[ A long pause. ]

Uh. He gave me a huge bowl of his... juice... in exchange for me just kinda. Kinda asking around for. If anyone wants to marry him. So now I'm asking you guys if you'd know anyone who'd marry him. For what it's worth, he blesses you with luck and a long life and all that? It sounded like a pretty great deal! Heh.

What's so great about marriage that a magic snake wants it too? Crazy!

mashiara

Something just made sense to me in the old man Manouks ravings from the other day. He said the Doxe gave him those shackles, though he called them bracelets, until he couldn't bear them anymore and he became a we to focus on bearing the shackles.

Manouk divided himself in parts to bear the pain of being shackled. We are leaving them all here, aren't we? Can anything be done for these ghosts?

makemeasong

I fouuuuund something.

[ Clara still hasn't cleaned herself up, but she found a thing! And she's so excited she decides to get it all out before she does anything else. ]

First, can we just have a hand for all the people who were cheated out of a growth spurt? Because being the size of a fifth grader is what helped me find this stuff. The 'stuff' being what I think are invoices. I'm no business major, but that's what I think I'm looking at: copies of business transactions. They're old, too. The letterhead says 'Dawn's Reach Trade Company,' and it goes from normal things like food, to trading for old artifacts. Since it's basically a receipt, it doesn't list out anything specific, which is too bad. Just 'item one equals X amount.'

[ There's the sound of rustling papers and a pause. ]

Sorry, I wanted to make sure I was still reading this right. The payments are from Lisanther and he was paying in dead people. Didn't really know how to say that so I figured I'd make it quick.

Who wants to speculate exactly what 'spiritual remains' are? Like...souls? Bones? Anyway, this was in a bedroom, hidden away. Like really hidden. It was a secret compartment situation so obviously, it wasn't meant to be seen by anyone else. Too bad, I guess?

inkfire

[ For once, Mo Ran's expression is serious, bordering on troubled. his eyes are shadowed, and he looks rather morose, a rare sight for him. He looks younger than his age, more like a teenager than usual. The camera starts and he takes a moment to stare at it blankly before blinking and shaking his head as though it took him a moment to remember why he was addressing the network at all. ]

What happens when someone leaves here? At least I hope he left and didn't die somewhere, if we get to leave... [ He grimaces at that thought, though he abandons it quickly, not wanting to dwell on that possibility. ]

Do people return to their homes? I was working on a farm before I ended up here, would I go back there? Do we remember what happened here?

[ He needs answers! It'll drive him mad, otherwise. ]

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cosplayqueen - video | un: slothbaby
reparo - video; man's greatest treasure (after the blood rains stop)
valeas - video — un: starburst.
companionsgrasp - audio; un: a tentacute observation
damnable - audio. un: nah.
aprescoup - un: a lifetime ago
mashiara - written + visual | un: wisdom
somebadnews - un: ut malum pluvia | audio
redhourglass - un: widow | text
makemeasong - audio { un: hide-and-seek }
captain_marvel - video | un: plane jane [light SPOILERS for the marvels]
bigsmile - video; un: KINGOFTHEPIRATES
inferus - video. un: a_civil_serpent. [set before the Colosseum-attacks]
cosplayqueen - video | un: slothbaby - before the events of the colosseum
downswing - un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling
silverneedles - video | un: qishan
pepsifree - voice | un: a wheely good time
mashiara - audio | un: wisdom
makemeasong - audio | un: hide-and-seek
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Entries tagged with mcu: kamala khan

video | un: slothbaby

video; man's greatest treasure (after the blood rains stop)

video — un: starburst.

audio; un: a tentacute observation

audio. un: nah.

un: a lifetime ago

written + visual | un: wisdom

un: ut malum pluvia | audio

un: widow | text

audio { un: hide-and-seek }

video | un: plane jane [light SPOILERS for the marvels]

video; un: KINGOFTHEPIRATES

video. un: a_civil_serpent. [set before the Colosseum-attacks]

video | un: slothbaby - before the events of the colosseum

un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling

video | un: qishan

voice | un: a wheely good time

audio | un: wisdom

audio | un: hide-and-seek

un: pillar of the heavens | video