The Major

126th Movement

2008-05-15T03:59:07Z

Such an interesting time, an interesting place to be put in. This is, assuming, that those moved have been placed somewhere at all.

Such is to say, at some point one begins to wonder, is this the true world?

Or is the world that so many are so eager to go and save people from?

One must fall, that is for certain. Something is broken and must be fixed.

And yet...

What if all that is being accomplished is taking people from the lifeboat to the sinking ship?

Then again, perhaps that is the base state of being for all of us.

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Captain, report.

Schrodinger, can your abilities transport you back and from the parallel universe? Is it part of everywhere?

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2008-05-10T03:38:11Z

Ladies and gentlemen, we have lost one of our number, a great tragedy indeed.

Yet for every one that falls, another takes his place. One whom I believe many of you have seen, but perhaps have not seen. Whether they choose to introduce themselves with their name or the name of falsehood is, of course, their choice.

But now, my friends and neighbors, let us talk. Our power is here now, clenched in many fists. But this need not be so.

Our strength may be clenched in fists, or it may be in our fingertips, out to touch a myriad of places in hands unseen, hands going places that our enemies do not expect.

Where they expect my gloved hand, send Loki's. Where Loki's, Hanibara's.

Where Hanibara's... well, you follow me.

We have strength my friends, all the more strength because while they all know that I exist, or that any of you exist...

They do not know that we exist.

125th Movement

2008-05-06T23:55:26Z

What an interesting perspective. I must thank you City, for reminding me of a commander's duty, indeed, to help me see through the eyes of those who I war against.

A commander is father or mother to his men, leads them, trains them, shows them the way.

For a war neverending, for their war neverending, to kill the enemy worth killing, I would gladly sacrifice the lives of every one of those under my command, every one of those who stand in my way.

Indeed, every single person in existence.

But a commander must not ask of his soldiers what he would not gladly do himself.

And I would gladly sacrifice my own life.

For the impending war.

And the war beyond that. And the war beyond that.

And the next. And the next.

_{[[OOC: ETA I'm sorry everyone, I have to deal with an academic emergency on this end, I'll be a bit slow in replies]]}

124th movement

2008-05-06T00:11:51Z

Children, I know that it's been a long time since your mother was back, but I can promise you that one day, Doctor mommy will return.

But still, while daddy works on ways to cause a never-ending war, I want you all to behave yourself and wrap up against the sun. Listen to your older brother now. Captain, you're going to have to take a lot of responsibility now that mother is away. And Zorin, you're the lady of the house now.

Watch over the baby.

_{[[OOC:...I could not help myself.]]}

123rd Movement

2008-05-03T03:11:40Z

It would seem to dust we do indeed return.

How amusing, the vampires of this city go thirsty, and we show ourselves bleeding dust out onto the cold dirt.

How would it be to cause violence, to send my war out now, eh? Instead of the carnival of blood amongst the symphony of war, we have dust flying, things turning to powder.

Novel, certainly, but I fancy lacking a certain color.

122nd Movement

2008-05-01T01:02:16Z

Here is the truth.

Many of you, I am certain, think me full of false bravado. Certain in the towering heights of my ego that I cannot conceive of something that I could not destroy, could not conceive of something I could not win against.

That I am a foolish man who thinks he can take down things far above him.

These thoughts, I'm afraid, could not be further from the truth.

The truth is that, in the end, win or lose, it doesn't matter. I fully expect that I will lose, in the end, for nothing lasts forever.

And so all of you, for all your might and puissance and heights of power hold absolutely no fear over me, I'm afraid.

Because I win or lose, live or die, I simply do not care.

The goals are not important.

Only the means.

action post

2008-04-28T21:57:45Z

[[The zombies walk through the City, but none around here. Here there be monsters of another stripe, and though here the hungry dead shamble, here they shamble armed and with armor.

The airship is enormous, the envelope the size of Westminster Palace, but it still glides with grace and eloquence towards the shore where it slowly lowers down, waiting for the guests of honor to arrive.]]

_{[[OOC: Open to the Millefore family! And anyone else who lives on the DeMII.]]}

121st Movement, voice post

2008-04-28T01:52:35Z

AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Such fun we had City. Such music we made. Each and every part played to perfection.

A conductor is only as good as his instruments. And thus, my assessment of you is true and complete.

Bravo, City.

Bravo.

video post

2008-04-26T19:59:16Z

[[A man stands on the envelope of the blimp, the wind whipping his white coat about him. He holds in a baton in one hand and stares over the City, the gunfire and the screams, the minor explosions and the major, the smoke billowing from the hall of the missing. He turns to the camera and smiles. A horrible smile, a little tick that never leaves, his eyes the very depths of hell and madness]]

City! You exceed my expectations at every turn, and at every turn you show that each of you is a worthy enemy, worth tens of regular soldiers.

Each of you is a great virtuoso, a perfect soloist. Each of you has your own performance, a glorious performance that reaches the heavens with your own instruments and your own voices.

But, City, is not yet great! As great as soloists as you are, you are not yet an orchestra. You are not playing a great symphony. For as each individual piece soars, combined, it is not in harmony.

Here, let me help you. Let your conductor lead.

[[He snaps the baton in half and turns to the City, his back to the camera]]

And even though we are missing our first soprano, our first violin...

We shall assist.

Piccolo. The lightest. The most innocent seeming of the instruments. Show them what depths are concealed under that seeming of childhood.

First brass. Brash. Loud. A bombastic instrument that must be heard, that never fails to leave an impression. Make certain the melody is heard.

Viola. Sensuous in its shape, weaving its song and its image over the audience, showing the vision of the composer, the vision of song.

Trumpet. Glamorous, stylish. The instrument which makes the orchestra, dare I say it? Sexy. The man, go make war stylish.

Double bass. Not the loudest of instruments. But one with an unimaginable power behind it. The instrument that helps provide the foundation on which all the other instruments can exist.

I give you leave, my firsts, my leaders of the choir. Go hunt.

And I?

I will conduct.

And I will provide the percussion.

[[He lifts his hands and begins to conduct, sweeping his arms along in the beat, a horrible horrible beat. There is a roar of noise and smoke and fire trail out from the Deus ex Machina II, bearing the packages to the City.]]

_{[[OOC: Missiles away!. See the post for exact details, and remember, they explode near you only if you want them to. Is he cursed? Could you tell the difference if he was or wasn't?]]}

119th Movement

2008-04-23T01:11:03Z

Ahh, I must retract my previous admonition. I apologize profusely and whole heartedly.

It would appear that we do have a written code of laws. Some would say the original code of laws.

And of course if we have laws, we must have an enforcer, who keeps the laws, keeps the flock to them.

Protects the innocents from those who would break these sacred codexes. Indeed, my friends, they are just as legitimate as the police force, who are allowed lethal force in upholding the laws.

Perhaps even more so. They have laws to enforce.

So Citizens, should you have any further questions, I encourage you to direct them to The Voice of God.

Although I am certain he is a busy entity. So you might speak to any of His other angels.

While they might not serve Him, like Him, or be created by the same specific deity they certainly are experts on His Law.

Failing that, I'm certain that any of His messangers here on Earth.

Isn't it comforting to know what is and is not allowed?

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And how are you, my friends?

What make you of this enjoyable state of affairs?

_{[[OOC:....I'm really sorry. Especially to the Police and all the people he linked above. He's basically intense bastardry condensed into human form.]]}

188th Movement

2008-04-19T23:50:00Z

Now that my powers of speech have been returned, let us ponder a question.

Naturally, you are all more than aware of my preferred subject of conversation, nay, the very thing I dedicate all to.

War.

War for war's sake. War for the sake of the joy it brings. I will settle for any goals, any enemy, to obtain my means.

But you, oh City, who decry my warlust and my warmongery...

What do you think is worth going to war for?

117th Movement, voice post

2008-04-19T03:28:50Z

Cannot...speech...properly.

Price... equality...eh?

_{[[OOC: He convinced 1000 vampires to follow him. His weapon is his mouth and we gotta take that away!]]}

116th

2008-04-16T01:20:43Z

And so they return, back to the City, back to the dry land to which they cling.

And so we are taught a fascinating lesson in priorities, in who sank, in who swam, in who tried to rescue. In who saved themselves.

And in who sacrificed to save everyone.

The Deus ex Machina II will be coming in. Does anyone wish a pickup?

_{[[OOC: Funnily enough, you'll actually be safe if you get on with him. There's no fun in letting an enemy die from a silly little disaster. I'm assuming that's how it's working now? I saw references to rescue ships.]]}

115th Movement

2008-04-14T01:22:49Z

I, my friends, am near-sighted. I require the use of glasses to see quite properly.

But unless my prescription is not longer sufficient, there have been implications on the Network.

Implications of kidnapping, yet again.
Implications of murder, yet again.

Now, City. I have a reputation among you, I am more than aware. I have a reputation as... a bad man.

I have a reputation as a lunatic.

I have a reputation as a monster.

And while these may or may not be true, I put to you this. I am not an outlaw.

Why?

Because there are no laws to be outside of.

Like Herr Aizen has been accused of, I have kidnapped many. Yet there is no law prohibiting this.

Like Herr Aizen has been accused of, my subordinates have killed many. But there is not law prohibiting murder, either.

Unlike Herr Aizen, however, I have sent missiles into the City itself, destroyed its buildings, and sent armies of hungry, armed, risen ghouls into the City causing chaos and havoc and death.

There are no laws against any of these acts.

The lack of a code of laws has been noted by Herr Aleshipper and Captain Kuchiki. There is nothing the Police Force is bound to, save their own wills. There is nothing in place to remove a corrupt Warden, there is nothing that a Warden may not do, for they are bound to nothing.

They are not above the law in any way. And without the Law to bind to, the Police are just an organization like any other. With no more status than they can convince people they have or by force of arms.

And when it comes down to organizations who can only spread influence through force of arms... well...

We all know where that leads, don't we?

114th Movement

2008-04-09T02:02:55Z

Age is today's theme, it would seem.

And with the advancement of age comes the realization of mortality, for as many might point out, there is no such thing as immortal.

Thus we come to the topic of death.

We have two representatives of death here in the City. Or, rather, one entity that is Death, and another society of reapers, angels of Death, Shinigami.

Then, of course, there is the one known self-styled as teAngel of Death, upon whose brow I placed the Death's Head.

Or his compatriot, his lover, one of three Draculas. Perhaps not the first undead, but to many, the paragon of the state. The one in whom the River of Death resides.

Then, of course, we mustn't discount the murders of the City, the dealers of death. And in this place, for sheer numbers, one can't discount the the Doctor, can we?

A representative of the Shinigami recently pondered on the nature of this City and death.

He compared it to Hell. Although we must ask the Devil for clarification on that front.

So, City.

What is death?

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It seems sad to say that one of our number has fallen into the Hall of the Missing. Kira has left us.

But in defeat, there is always victory. Our message was received gentlemen, and it would seem as a spark. Murders are being committed daily, more explosions happened just the other night.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I recommend we do not let this momentum die.

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2008-04-03T00:26:04Z

Nominations are open, Damen und Herren.

A call has gone out that we no longer sit on our laurels. My pupil thinks we should stand up and remind the City that we are here.

That though death may be... a stranger of sorts to this place, let us remind them that there is still something to fear.

The Cardmaster has said, quite eloquently, that a little force can hardly do us no wrong.

And as you all know, I can never disagree with this statement.

For quite some time, this City has had no idea what they were dealing with, because they did not understand what was out there.

Precisely as we preferred it.

But while we need not show them our faces, I think it best that we let them know that there is something terrible out there in the dark. Something that they've feared all their lives, but never knew how to put words to it. To put names to it.

Damen und Herren, even monsters have nightmares.

Damen und Herren, I stand before you as Woden of our social club.

And I stand before you as the Major, Commander of the Letze Battalion, the Millennium Orginization.

Damen und Herren, and I stand before you and I say this:

Let us remind them, all of them, what precisely it is they are so afraid of.

Let us remind them why they need a Warden to hide behind.

And let us give them the Warden of our choosing.

112th movement

2008-04-02T04:19:01Z

Today's lesson?

Nothing in life is free.

A cosmic truth, I am afraid. Indeed, if it is worth having, the more must be sacrificed for it.

Although this sausage is quite delicious.

_{[[OOC: Wished for a good German sausage. Downside? Everything else he ate today was terrible. As in throw up if you put it in your mouth terrible. He maintains that it was worth it.]]}

111th Movement

2008-04-01T02:16:56Z

Congratulations are in order, Seras Victoria.

Congratulations on your new appointment. It is good to have you as a most worthy enemy again.

Although I suspect you do not even yet realize the truth, the absurdity, the awe of your existence yet.

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And yet, my friends, my ladies and gentlemen, my friends and neighbors, we must accept this as a temporary truth at best.

For elections are upon us, and it is time for the City to choose its new guardian of law and order.

The question we must discuss, and the reason I, Woden, have convened a meeting is this:

Who do we want in such a position?

What best suits our interests?

110th Movement

2008-03-25T01:41:25Z

I find it quite fascinating that the newest arrivals came during such a... cacophony of curses. A crash course in what the City offers.

It almost suggest an intelligence, does it not?

It almost suggests a plan.

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Now, Mr. Valentine.

What did you see?

Private to Chapel//viewable to the Social Club//unhackable

Your training center is ready, Mein Herr.

I hope it meets your approval.

One-Hundred and Ninth Movement

2008-03-22T03:09:10Z

Ahh, once again the City deigns on us the assortment, the full variety of that which may befall us.

I am once again dredged up of memories of long ago, victories and defeats of times forgotten.

I might only hope it doesn't distress the... weaker members of the City. We can't have them fainting over a memory?

After all.

Memories are harmless. Aren't they?

_{[[OOC: Memory theater day! The memories visible are: the fall of Berlin and his refusal of vampirism, Alucard's war declaration, and the assault on London. Yes, he's kind of messed up. Anyone want to be handcuffed to him in the DxMII for a day?]]}

One-hundred and Eighth Movement

2008-03-18T02:04:04Z

And the prodigal brother returns, with a seeming more like the one I recall from long ago.

There is always time for prodigals to return, isn't there?

It is never too late for them to ask for forgiveness and be accepted back into the fold.

Private to the Social Club//unhackable//untraceable

Gentlemen and ladies of various kinds, types, and sundry. May I introduce the two newest additions to our... group.

The two newest members of our gang, so to speak.

Please extend your warmest welcomes to Arbiter and Hanabira. They are of a like mind to us.

But so that this call has more than one purpose, let us put an issue on the table, shall we?

The clock. That tick-tock-tick-tock doomsday clock. I have not forgotten it, to be certain, but it would seem that there is an... upswing in remembrance of it.

It has reemerged into the public conscious with a vengeance like a thousand screaming furies. The doomsday clock, the end of everything has come onto everyone's mind.

It is, of course, a thing to occupy anyone.

What do we make of it gentlemen and ladies?

What do we do with it, my friends and neighbors?

Where shall we lead the dance, my fellow conductors?

_{[[OOC: Social club members, check the link. I've updated the explanation of the rules slightly. Everybody can make social club posts, not just the Major.]]}

One Hundred and Seventh Movement

2008-03-11T02:10:06Z

Is it my imagination, or does this newest batch of arrivals have a theme to it?

Have a... common pattern?

It is my imagination, or does this newest batch of arrivals bringing together loved ones?

Friends, lovers, family, each and every way one can express affection.

Is it my imagination, or does this newest batch of arrivals reunite people?

Perhaps the City sits up and takes notice of the great event of this past week, the bringing together of two in the bonds of love and the bonds of eternity.

I apologize, Herr Brocklehurst and Herr Styles, that I was not able to attend in person, but I rather suspect that I would have had some difficulty getting in, despite any boda fides I might provide.

I have arranged for a pair of fine gold wristwatches to be made for the two of you. They represent time. For the bonds of love are joined with the bonds of time. 'Til death, after all.

Cherish those loved ones you have, Citizens. Cherish them now.

For Time is a cruel mistress, isn't she? And you never know when you won't have the chance.

One-Hundred and Sixth Movement

2008-03-08T06:13:54Z

Is is time for this again?

It is almost comforting. Like visiting an old friend. Like a routine that is never broken.

Never forget, citizens and those who come into this city now in droves, that we are built on a giant clock.

These things are not coincidence.

One Hundred and Fifth Movement

2008-03-05T21:09:45Z

I would remind you, Citizens, that I am still your rightful King. I would remind you, Citizens, that King Richard is still in the Crusades. I have even received word that he is, and it pains me to say it...

captured by those barbaric Arabs.

I will, of course, endeavor to rescue my poor brother. Hence the tax I must levy. It is not cruel, it is not to line my own pockets, it is to save the Lionheart.

But remember, and I would remind you, Citizens. That until such time that he saved I am your rightful King.

And I will not allow any more talk of treason, talk of sedition, talk of plot and talk of robbery.

We are a Civilized country, citizens. Let us act like one.

You would rather I not have to remind you.

_{[[OOC: Prince John from Robin Hood! The icon's from the Errol Flynn version, but the character's kind of this weird mix of my own, which, as you noticed, incorporates Major's speech patterns]]}

One Hundred and Fourth Movement

2008-03-04T04:26:48Z

Ahh, City. You never fail to disappoint with your new arrivals.

We see the changing of the gods, and the one to whom all the gods answer to.

We see the influx of people, including those who wish to save the world, and the return of those without memory.

This is a City built on chaos and change and movement.

The doomsday tick tocks. But we don't follow a recognizable beat.

Private to Millennium and Chapel//unhackable

Now that the preparations are finished on the meeting room, begin direction and construction on the hidden parts of Master Chapel's proposed facility, as per his specifications.

A legitimate cover will be provided. I must speak with my... social club.

Private to Legato and Knives//unhackable

I must applaud your work gentlemen. Truly an act of art and an act of finesse.

You have them all aflutter, as those who work with them. Can you see it?

Or are they trying to hide their wounds from you?

Private to the Social Club//unhackable//untraceable

Gentlemen, how fair you?

Gentlemen, how are your activities progressing?

Gentlemen. I have a proposition to lay in front of you. I have been approached by a man who seeks to make a... school for those in the arts of violence, for those we see who are gifted, but need training.

We are helping him build his school. But we need a cover. Something to keep the police from seeing it until we want them to see it.

Is it in our power to make such a cover? I rather suspect so.

The next item of business, gentlemen is the new arrivals. Men like Aizen Sosuke or Kinves Millions. Women like Maestro Delphine Eraclea.

Do we want to expand our social club? Shall we put forward the hand?

Or shall we solidify our own bonds before we seek to form more?

We're all listening, gentlemen.