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UPDATED: October 13th.

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'lright, we need a plan here.

If yer in the lower floors of Latimir an' ya ain't injured, ya got two options. Get outta th' building til it can be secured, 'r help find people who're injured.

If yer in another buildin', we're gonna need some help. Th' damage is pretty bad.

If yer injured 'r were up on th' floor that got damaged, let me 'r anyone else who ain't on that floor know so we can try to find ya.

Anyone else, 'specially people at th' hospital - we're gonna have ta transport people over that way. From th' sounds of it, we got a real situation on our hands.

'lright.

If anyone in th' city wants ta learn English, I'm gonna be startin' up a class soon ta help out with th' school. Doesn't really matter what language ya speak. I know enough of 'em ta be able to get somewhere.

We ain't gonna start until all this malice mess is over, but I wanna get a headcount of who's interested an' how much English ya may know. Prob'bly be a good idea fer most of ya to know both Japanese an' English, since that's what the majority of th' city speaks.

Once we get that info, we'll decide when th' classes are startin' and when they'll be.

[[The OOC signup post for Logan's English class is here!]]

'lright, I think by now, everyone knows about th' monsters and angry people.

Anyone got any idea how it started? Sittin' around an' just lettin' it consume people ain't gonna help. An' if there's any way ta stop it, we gotta get it done before any more people get killed.

[Filtered to Teddy/notquitehulk; Difficult to hack]

When yer settled in, I wanna talk to ya 'bout somethin'.

[The feed turns on, and some grumbling can be heard. After a minute the loud "SNIKT" sound can be heard, and the feed switches to video. A visibly frustrated (and shirtless /o/) Logan can be seen. His hand lifts up, and one of the claws sticking out of his hands grazes his face.

Grumbling again, he wipes away the droplet of blood before it drips into his facial hair. Within a few moment, the cut is completely gone. He looks down at the communicator and notices that it's set to video.]

...Th' hell?

[He makes an attempt to pick up the communicator, but finds it difficult since he can get his claws to retract.]

...Figures. Shoulda known this'd happen when I did this. Least everythin' is workin'.

[He looks down into the camera, smirking]

Sorry fer the show, kids.

[After a couple of minutes, the claws retract and he picks up the communicator, turning it off]

Somethin' ain't right here. Where's everyone gettin' these brownies from?

[Locked to Sho; Unhackable]

'm ready. Soon as I get this done, I'm gonna work out a plan to go check shit out.

[/Locked]

I got a feelin' that it ain't gonna be the liquor that makes this weekend weird.

[...]

So, how long til I get an Earth-ta-Discedo passport?

This places never stops bein' a cesspool, does it?

'ey, Roxas. I need ya ta come down to my place when ya get a chance.

I'm gettin' sick o'this crap real quick.

[Shadow, feel free to pop in at any time \o/]

( Filtered to the Police Force and related; Unhackable )

Whoever's hittin' people over th' head? I'm suggestin' ya quit, because 'f I find ya, it ain't gonna be pretty. An' if ya hurt any 'f my friends, yer in fer seein' why they call me Weapon X back home.

This place ain't repeatin' what it's done before at all.

Yeah, lotta fun.

The air's still shitty, so I ain't gonna waste my breath talkin' just yet. The wind may be pickin' up, but that don't mean it's the end o' whatever's happenin, so keep yer mouths shut an' conserve yer oxygen as long as ya can.

Bulma, we gotta have a meetin' ASAP.

I'm still tryin ta figure out how yer all claimin' ya got enough evidence to make arrests. From what I was hearin' around the city, all ya had a a charred body with stab wounds. Anyone with a weapon an' a lighter can do that, and they're sure plentiful 'round here. Guess it's not m'place to get involved, but it just isn't makin' much sense, unless ya have a lead yer not sharin' with the public. Which is pretty hard 'round here anyway.


( Locked to Axel; UNHACKABLE )

...th' hell just exploded now?!

[There's a silence, save for the sound of running footsteps. Logan arrives at the wreckage of the elementary school]

Shit. Shoulda known that fuckin' Saiyan idiot would do somethin' like th--

...Kiddo!?

ROXAS?

ROXAS, answer me kiddo!

He...

'lright, I don't need th' claws fer this one. 'F I find ya, YER A DEAD MAN!


[ooc: Logan just found Roxas' dead body at the wreckage site. And he's kind of berserker crazy angry right now. Have fun with that o/]

The beepin' from that satellite's gettin' pretty annoying.

An' what the hell was with that broadcast last night? There was somethin' up with that weather guy.

Can't say I like where this is goin'.

[There's a really, really long pause before anything is said]

When I said I wanted ta get outta San Francisco, this ain't how I meant it. Yanno, scientists, I still ain't Waldo, an' pullin' me back here after all this time's just annoying. Was kinda busy back there with all the crap goin' on.

Doesn't look like much's changed though, eh? Everythin' looks just like it was when I left.

Guess we're gonna have ta get back to business now, ain't we? Bulma, Roxas... if yer still here, gather the troops. I'm ready ta do this.

Cherry blossoms, eh?

That's a new one.

Bulma. I've been lookin' over our info an' it looks like we're gonna have ta make a buncha changes. An' maybe talk ta some people. Things're calmin' down finally, so we should be able to get started on this stuff.

Hey, Kitty. I ain't really had a change ta talk to ya since ya got here. If ya need a place ta stay, I got an open room. An' a proposal fer ya.