Entries tagged with persona: naoya toudou

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i. video; un: fulcrum [open]

[Cassian lifted his head.

A moment ago he'd been hugging Jyn Erso. Now he was hugging a metal floor. He thought about springing to his feet, but the pain of being shot then falling down the data tower was returning to him. He'd forgotten about it on the beach…

…and it wasn't all the pain. It was much milder. He no longer ~~felt like~~ knew he was about to die. But there was still something broken in there, and his head swam and he was nauseated like he was concussed.

The voice near him made him reach for his blaster. First he remembered that he'd left it on the citadel tower. Then he noticed that he wasn't wearing his own clothes, so it wouldn't be there anyway. He zeroed in on the source of the voice, and grabbed for it, the device, instead. He tried to sit up to examine it and was rewarded with a fresh stab of pain. Okay, injuries maybe no longer fatal but still bad enough.

Forcing the pain and nausea aside, a few minutes' examination allowed Cassian to stop the recorded voice and try to get more information. Space station. (Made sense with what he could see.) Not Imperial. Not Alliance. Not… anything he recognized. He was near the crew quarters on level 6… but who were the crew?

The pain was getting harder to ignore. He couldn't keep lying here, and he couldn't move under his own power. Without knowing who he was dealing with—

or how he got here—had the white light not been a kyberblast been some sort of tractor beam? had they been picked up? was it a rescue or were they captives? where was Jyn??

—he should give as little information about himself as possible, so he could match identity to situation once he learned it. Choosing a civilian affect, Cassian set the device to what he hoped was an open transmission.]

I think… I need medical help. I'm on level 6. …I need help.

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video; un: arid - 8/14

[For a long time, Arid has been using exclusively text to communicate on the network. Given her deviancy, it had seemed safer not to provide visual identification to any potential threats who might also be residents of the station. However, after several months of proximity with her organic neighbors, her assessment of the risk they pose to her and her allies has decreased significantly. So it’s only with minimal trepidation that she now makes a public video post, feed opening on the blank, faintly lit surface of her faceplate.

The topic is naturally one of great importance.]

This is a message for the organic residents of Reverie Terminal, [she begins, voice at its default monotone.] It has come to my attention that many of you are unfamiliar with terminology relating to synthetic lifeforms. I wish to offer clarification to prevent future misunderstanding.

To begin, the term “android” cannot be used to refer to all synthetic humanoids. The term is only applicable to physically-embodied AI whose given form is meant to convincingly resemble a human body. They often possess artificial skin and hair, and the capacity to mimic human expressions and vocalizations.

If an AI’s physical form does not make such efforts to emulate humanity, it is often referred to as a “droid.” The sum of a droid’s programming may be contained in a single body or it may be an extension of a larger AI. In either case, the primary function of the droid’s form is to facilitate its carrying out physical tasks.

Synthetic lifeforms who lack either type of physical body are known by the general term of “AI.” As an A.R.I.D, I myself fall under this category. [Really, that’s the primary purpose of this post: convincing people to stop referring to her as either an android or a robot.]

I hope this message will curtail further misuse of AI-related terminology.

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video; @tatsuya

[The video opens to a shot of a strange creature, who is currently... barking and burping up bubbles? Yes, a sentient pumpkin is burping up bubbles, and then getting excited and chasing after them to pop them. There's a half eaten soap bar sitting on the ground nearby, which is likely the cause.

Chasing the bubbles turns into Pumpkin chasing her vine tail, barking and barking and looking like she's having the absolute time of her life. From behind the camera there's a soft and quiet laugh, as if someone was trying to stay silent, and hiding their mouth behind their hand. Suddenly, a bat peeks into the bounds of the screen, squeaking curiously at it.

A hand reaches over to carefully encourage her to jump on his fingers and carries her away, and in that moment, Pumpkin suddenly turns her attention to the screen. Barking, she comes bounding at the screen, knocking the cameraman over with a thud and an "oomph!". Camera feed knocked up to the ceiling, the last thing you see is an angry chittering bat flying away and out of reach of some slobbery pumpkin kisses, which are audible as a soft voice gives gentle protests to the treatment, before the feed cuts.]

((let me know if you'd like to run into Minato and his entourage in person around the station in addition or instead of this post! Feel free to start up a thread in here seeing him, or I'll arrange it! He'll be wandering around with Charlotte, the bat, on his shoulder and Pumpkin at his heels until the time that the party arrives back from the planet on the 28th, because Pumpkin needs her walkies.))

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video; @nines - 7/19 & UPDATED 7/20

This is 9S.

[The video feed starts, showing a familiar looking android in a very unfamiliar location. It's the hangar bay, with two ships seated behind him. He's smiling brighter than he has in awhile, obviously feeling pretty good about himself after such a major breakthrough.]

As of last night, Haruto and I have unlocked the hangar doors. There's two large ships that look usable, but they need a command code in order to even get the doors open.

There's also four of these vehicles...? [9S points the camera at a set of rovers, and then pans over to show off the surface probes.] And a dozen of these weird things.

[Sorry, he really has no idea what they're called. He's not an astronaut.]

Anyway, it shouldn't take long to break the code for the ships, but I'm betting everything else needs a code too. They sure had this place locked up tight.... It's probably for the best if we keep all the equipment in the hanger bay for now. I don't think we'll be getting any replacement parts.

~~~~~~

[VOICE] @nines

[A day passes, and there's another post by 9S on the network.]

This is 9S again.

I've cracked the first command code for one of the ships. It took longer than I expected, so any help is appreciated. There's still a long way to go.

[Then, a bit more off the cuff.] Um... We also might want to figure out if anyone can even fly these things? Yeeaah...

[He won't mention the voice he swears he heard after unlocking the ship. A woman's voice chiding him, "Do you even know how to fly these things?"]

[ ooc: I won't be making a log for the unlocking specifically, but this post can be used to have characters offer help and segue into action (or simply do it off screen). Mods said it will take 10 days for the codes on the ship and crawlers to all be unlocked. Feel free to threadjack, etc. ]

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un: yagi.toshinori, video

[The video opens to a very emaciated man with messy blonde hair, and a suit that looks like it's about ten sizes too big for him.]

Well. This is certainly a strange turn of events, and I can't help but wonder what this place wants with an old man like me. I know I'm not the most full-figured fellow, but I'd think whoever was involved could have picked a more fitting outfit...

[He raises an arm, showing just how baggy it is with a tired sigh.]

I do intend to read all the information available to me here, but if anyone's willing, I would appreciate keynotes on anything big that's happened since people started waking up here so I know what to pay attention to the most when I dig into the archive.

That aside, it's a pleasure to meet you all, though I wish it were under better circumstances. I'm Toshinori Yagi.

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text; @skull (backdated)

2 Days After the Music stops

[Venus did it. She unscrambled the meaning behind the mysterious text, and Ryuji had taken the list of all their best guesses to both the doors that required 8-digit passcodes. And here it was. A small swoosh of the door and Ryuji gets a first glance of this place. He walks around for a few seconds, not knowing... what any of this stuff is, and decides to call in people that are much smarter than him to come see.]

>@aphrodite, @r.asuka, @hudie

HOLY SHIT

BINGO

DUUUUDES... YOU GOTTA SEE THIS SHIT

IT'S SOME FRIGGEN LABORATORY OR SOMETHING

Like.

Test beakers, pods, all sortsa weird shit

5 Days After the discovery

[And then some time passes, it's probably... safe? To share this with the rest of the station, so Ryuji starts out a text to the station residents.]

>@all

Yooo stationites, Ryuji here. Probably met about half of you already? If not, come say hi or something wth

Anyway, just sharin' something that happened the other day

I got a weird text on my phone a little while ago with some cryptic ass shit on it

Some of us got together to figure out that it was a passcode to a door or something

Anyway, long story short, we opened one and it led to what looks like a hospital? Or a research lab. Comes pretty well stocked with medical supplies and shit. I spent the last fives days inventorying pretty much everything, so I guess if there are some doctors on board that wanna take up an office or something, here's your place

Looks like most of the stuff is safe too

file0075.jpg Deck 5

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Text; UN: NavySpear

The more of the station we unlock, the more there is to do. It seems wise to sit down together and figure out just what those things are, and how best to achieve them, if even for no other than reasons than expedience and safety. To that end, I'm proposing a station-wide meeting. Where: The Bridge When: 0900 What: Station Agenda Including: - The Hangar - The Drive - The construction of a coherent set of rules that govern what influence the station has on us - Public Clue Listing - The Library - Accessing 7 - Station Population - Station Emergency Procedures - Volunteered Abilities Listing If you've got information, or even just questions or concerns, you're encouraged to attend and share. If you let me know, I'll set a list for organization's sake. If you just want to come and listen and see if your skills might be of use somewhere, you're also encouraged to attend. We're all in this together, let's try and keep it that way. I'll update this post as information comes in. [OOC: Despite the time given here, I won't be posting the in-character follow-up today or tomorrow. I'm looking to do it later this week/early next week to give everyone time to react to this if they'd like. Have at thee.]

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Text; un: mourningstar

[After finding a new communicator in a mug and seeing that it didn't have a username registered... Lucifer figured he could try actually talking directly to the station, without the proxy of Kira.]

Good Evening, Reverie Station.

I have been wondering something that is not immediately relevant. How many of you believe in God? Or in Gods? If you do, do you worship them?

Conversely, do you believe in Hell? Demons? The Devil?

I realize this is a lot of questions, and I apologize, but it would be quite nice if you would satisfy my curiosity.

One more question- for those faithful and those who are not, how would you react, should you meet someone that turns out to be the First of the Fallen? Whether you believe or not, let's say in this hypothetical situation that you do.

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video; un: piercedearring

Hi!

[The teenager that's visible on the camera smiles back at it, his dark black hair looking like he just stepped out of bed. He briefly rubs the single black earring on his left earlobe before speaking again and does so at times during the talk; it seems to be some sort of perpetual habit.]

My name's Naoya Toudou. Back home, my friends and I had several adventures together, but what I really want to explain today is what we used to fight - I'm what you call a Persona user. I have the ability to summon different Personas from the sea of my soul and each one comes with different spells. Some Personas are good for healing, others to attack. Some spells can turn me invisible, or make myself and others into werewolves. There's no real rhyme or reason, to be honest, or at least I don't think so.

[As a demonstration, he looks at the camera as the wind begins to blow upwards, rustling his hair. Glowing, bluish energy appears on the floor,before the light cuts off anything visible to the feed for a few brief seconds. When it adjusts again, Naoya is laying down on the ground with what appears to be a lion-like creature, except it is twice the size of a normal lion, and has a bone-like structure extending from it's spine to the end of its tail. He leans into the white fur and continues to speak. The creature lets out a small growl, but does not appear to be annoyed.]

So that one's Cerberus! [Why does it only have one head instead of three? A mystery.] I can keep one around for a bit, but it's always good not to have them out for too long. I wanted to offer those powers to those who need them; if we are to get out of here, I'd rather you know what I have at my disposal to aid you, especially after all that happened recently. I can heal if you have wounds, or use a fire spell for fires, or even turn you into stone for some reason and so on. I like to leave the usage stuff to people who are smarter than me, even if I have my own ideas.

[He shifts his legs a bit before continuing - demon lion fur was pretty comfortable.]

I'm not going to name anyone, but if you can use a Persona yourself, I was thinking that maybe we should organize a meeting all together? [He may or may not be a tiny bit lonely since none of his friends are around.] I figured this might be the best way to contact all of you...you don't need to reply to me here if you'd rather keep quiet about your powers, just a private message will be fine and we can arrange something, sometime.

[Keeping it vague as much as possible. He grins once more and does a brief peace sign. The creature yawns, its multiple rows of teeth visible.]

And if anyone else has any questions about Persona, I'd be happy to answer! Thanks for listening!

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video; un: nines - 7/9

This is YoRHa Unit 9S reporting in.

How is everyone doing today? I'm sure you're all still pretty tired.

[9S is at the center of the screen, an exhausted smile on his face. He never needed sleep, but the music alone had been enough to incessantly pull him out of his own thoughts, and aggravate what patience he had left. There was a sizable dent in his wall where he'd hit it, visible just over his shoulder.

But now that he could think clearly, he finally saw something that only he, as an android, could do. That realization left him with an odd spark of inspiration. Just sitting here, doing nothing around his creators had been so boring... He wasn't going to let this chance slip by.]

That's why I'd like to offer my assistance to everyone here. If you need any errands done, I'll take care of them for you. I mean...a lack of sleep does cause motor functions and cognitive abilities to deteriorate, so it's really for your own safety.

Anywayyy... [He takes in a deep breath and sighs.] Yeah!

I look forward to providing you support.

[9S raises his left hand to his chest in a salute.] Glory to Mankind!

[ ooc: if your character asks 9S to complete a task, I'll migrate to action with him either meeting your character with it completed, or to work on it. whatever works best! feel free to contact me at

danderly ]

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video » un:millerlite

( they’re standing in front of what looks to be a garden, even though it’s empty at present. miller is standing there in his porkpie hat and for once he looks… happy? he claps prax on the shoulder with a small smile and gestures back through like they should show everyone around. )

I told you we’d find it, didn’t I, botanist?

( prax is smiling, too, eyes not focused on the camera but on the rows of hydroponic installations. )

You did. ( that’s soft. a little more firmly, addressing not just miller even though he still isn’t looking at the camera: ) This is enough space to ensure food supply and air filtration, if we’re creative. And if the seeds are still viable, there’s almost enough to fill the spaces in the mess hall tables and the corridors, too.

( and the chapel, don’t sue him for forgetting that. )

Potatoes, mushrooms. ( and then, with obvious pleasure: ) Soy.

( miller raises his arms up to the ceiling in apparent victory, just as excited though he doesn’t know dick about gardening. )

Air is good, isn’t it? Air is nice. ( he addresses his smartwatch again after the brief distraction, ) That doesn’t mean you assholes can smoke, got it? Keep it classy, Inners. We’ll keep everyone breathing easy with these greens, but you all have to do your part and not fuck it up.

( prax nods. he wouldn’t have put it in those terms but yeah. ) We’ll need to test these seeds for viability. Plant them, if they are. Figure out the proper mineral solution needed for long-term stability.

( he glances at miller, then - finally - at the camera. he looks hopeful. ) This is good.

( miller nods at prax a final time and gets a last word in before cutting the feed: ) We all might not die. ( his optimism truly is something to be admired, isn’t it? )

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audio; backdated to 7/8 | un: eraserhead (cw: emetophobia)

[Hey everyone, it's your favorite grumpy superhero teacher on the network again. Only this time, it's audio, because ain't nobody got the time to type in this situation. A man might very well die if he doesn't act fast.]

This is Eraserhead, requesting emergency assistance on Deck Six.
( cut for reference to mild gore? )

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video: un; LT_ANDERSON

[You know things Hank still hates? Speaking on networks. He'd had enough of his chat days and preferred the company of books more than anything else. Still a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. So you're getting video of a tired looking man stuck in a suit that he already absolutely loaths. This thing reminds him that the last three years have given him the dreaded 'cop gut', in a large part due to his self-destructive diet.]

Hey, this is Hank Anderson. I really hate using this...so I'll make it brief. One, what the hell is going on? Anyone with more knowledge than being tossed in here would be welcome. And does this place have booze? I feel like this might help dull the pain. Thanks.

[Honestly, this is just small talk for what's really important to him and the whole point of this conversation.]

Anyway...if you see an android walking around calling himself Connor, lemme know. About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, a vest with 'Android' written in the back in bright white letters, glowing symbols on his clothing, an LED circle on his right temple [He points to his own head, that's where it should be], may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, and coming from CyberLife, you can't miss him.

If you're watching let me know if you're here!

[Stop making him worry, he just got here and his suit itches. OH right and an important PSA.]

Right, if you see him licking something, yeah, it's perfectly normal he uses it to analyze things, but shit, it's still disgusting no matter what stupid space circumstances we're stuck in. And before you ask, no, I don't fucking know why CybeLife decided this was the best way to make him do it.

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⚜ open - ( un: belmont )

[Trevor hates this technology. He yearns for simpler times.]

Straight out of the Gresit catacombs!
God shits in my dinner once again.
Where is the local bar?
I need a soft bed and hard ale.

[He'd woken near a bar but stumbled past it in a daze. Unfortunately. For everyone, obviously. Everything around him was metal and there weren't any windows. Where was all the fresh air? The ground. Why was he wearing horrible gray-green overalls. They did nothing for his complexion or chiseled jaw line.

The network briefly gets an up close shot of his face as he taps the device at his wrist. It's there and gone again.]

Right.
I'll come back later.
Let me know if you can find some beer.

[Or tell him what's going on. Priorities.]

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[V I D E O] [UN: CONNOR]

Hello.

[The standard jumpsuit immediately gave him away as a new arrival, his expression was neutral, but pleasant.]

I've been informed that introducing oneself in this manner is advisable to those who have recently found themselves on board.

My name is Connor. I am a CyberLife RK800 model android. [It was important to introduce himself this way. CyberLife androids, though very realistic, weren't ever supposed to be deceptive about their true natures. His carefully measured words and tone and even the way he moved, his expressions, all reinforced his claim. And, if there were any other doubts that he might not be an android, he had a small, circular LED on the side of his temple that flickered blue from time to time as he spoke.]

I've been granted access to all messages transmitted publicly over the inter-station network. There have been some very odd occurrences, not to mention our sudden arrival here, the locked areas of the station, and it's absent crew. I was hoping to discuss the theories that you all have regarding our presence here, especially if you have any evidence to support it.

I also wish to offer my assistance to anyone who is endeavoring to find out more about the station or a way for us to return to where we were brought here from.

Thank you in advance for your cooperation.

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text | un: gallowsCalibrator

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B1G_BOOK_OF_STUFF_1_DONT_UND3RST4ND.zip

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text; un:myosotis

[Jun had woken up not long ago. Now, he can search the network easily, and he would, so he wasn't going to ask about most of this stuff, but he had a couple of questions.]

A bar?

Really?

[Look he's seen some shit, but that was just. This was like a space ship, wasn't it?]

Alcohol is quite counterproductive to our situation, but that's for another discussion.

Has... anyone heard any rumors regarding this station? Mostly referring to those you might have heard before coming here, but any are good, I suppose.

[Minato hadn't heard any, but that didn't mean none existed. He wasn't sure if he hoped he was wrong or if he hoped he was right, he just mostly wanted to get back to his friends.]

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video » 001 » un: rook

[ the video comes from a random hallway, and Bodhi is sitting against the wall, hair falling free from his hair tie, looking tired. he sighs, resting his chin on a hand. when speaking, he's not gesturing as much as he normally does. ]

I was wondering, how many of you have met people here, that you knew from before? Or... maybe someone you've never met, but they're from the same galaxy or planet as you. Just another -- time.

[ he pauses. it's not completely unrelated to his next question. this is actually, a bit overdue. given he hasn't thought to try ask the network before, but he has been looking.

but maybe, even if they aren't here, someone knows who they are? ]

Does the term "Rogue One" mean anything to anyone?

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video; | id: hank_127

[The call registers as video, but displays only a geometric mess of blue. Those who recognize the logo won't be too surprised by what comes next.]

<Welcome to Domesticon. Working together today, for a more efficient tomorrow.>

[Cheery and automated, like a call center recording... and replaced, immediately after with a much more human range of tone.]

Hey. Me again.

So, your friendly local techs took a crack at system access the other day. Most functions are still locked, but we're reading big electrical spikes along the shaft and behind the sealed area on Deck Two. Something to think about, if you're the type to pry at doors.

[If, unfortunately not the only thing.]

This also, ah... showed up on the camera feeds.

[The AI's "face" vanishes from the video display, replaced with a view from one of the consoles. It shows a young, fair-haired human making his way down one of Reverie's many halls: Snake, for those who knew him. He doesn't do anything unusual. But after a moment, the human's outline distorts... shimmers... and melts away, leaving no trace of flesh or clothing.

The video reverts, and Hank's voice picks back up, tense with concern.]

He's not the only one. Run a headcount with your friends?

[[ooc: The tech collaboration he's referring to is here. While not OOCly planned in conjunction, the Deck 2 spike is the same area Team Door will be ICly going for on the 15th—so feel free to have your characters connect the dots!]]

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video; un: E. Lehnsherr

[ Erik appears on the video looking straight at the camera, the angle wide enough that it's clear he's not actually holding it. It's unclear who, or what, is holding it as he is alone. He's deeply uncomfortable with having to make this address, but as he rarely looks pleased with what's going on anyway this isn't terribly different from his normal expression. ]

Fellow residents. A few days ago, while repairing the gravity array, I used some abilities that I had previously concealed. On my world, I am what is known as a mutant. That means I have an active X-Gene, which grants me abilities that humans do not possess. These abilities can manifest in a multitude of ways. As for myself, I can control metal by manipulating magnetic fields.

My people are persecuted on my world. We are subject to everything from casual bigotry to attempts at nuclear genocide. When we arrived, I suspected that this could be another crime against us, or that the other residents would display the same prejudice that I have been battling for the last twenty years. So I concealed my identity and my abilities in an attempt to protect myself and any other mutants on board. [ He sighs softly. ] I also did not expect to be here long enough for it to matter.

Since this engagement appears to be lasting longer than I first thought, and I have been using my abilities in mixed company, as it were, I decided the most efficient course of action would be to make a public announcement rather than having multiple personal conversations. My name is Erik Lehnsherr, also known as Magneto. I am a mutant. I apologize to those I have misled. And if you are also a mutant, I want you to know that you are not alone, and do not need to be afraid.