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[jobshadowing]

I've always liked storms.
Everything about them. There is no logic to them. The quiet before we have no choice but to pay attention. There is all kinds of science, but even advanced human attempts to give anyone a heads up, to communicate, warn the population, their systems have widely failed. There are a great many, perhaps even you, that are afraid. Are there many like that here? I can understand that. But, I am here to help you beyond your concerns. Beyond what you are reading, about what might or might not be a powerful torrent. You out there, reading about this unstoppable inevitability. I find myself sometimes enduring a discomfort once in a while with the truly angry, sometimes bereft sound of Thor's hammer. A true force, a true construct of mother nature bent on what some would consider harm, perhaps a God's attempt at finding fun. If you look closely, you'll find the truth in the eye of a malevolent being turned benevolent in the centre of its all encompassing arms. Torrents of wind and power. The eye of the storm that welcomes you to where the wrath of these Gods are best seen. Gods though? Perhaps to some a Reaper. To you? There isn't any denying that. Death is a possibility in the worst of storms.

However, with common sense and with perseverance against Darwin's theory, at least to me, it means you can survive. You may hide under all your beds, you could do that if you want. Under all your blankets, but really if you're inside you're alright. Despite that a lot of you think you're not safe. Those outside, brave enough to stray from the warmth and comfort of your fears homes for necessities or for others, might I offer that even if it’s not raining or there aren’t clouds overhead, you’re not safe from lightning. There are more than seven hundred thousand people in this place and the statistics based in the USA of which a great many countries enjoy using their statistics. The games of numbers, pleasures for those out there so mathematically inclined.

I digress, but with your furthered education in mind, out of those listed statistics in a lifetime, one in three thousand will be hit by it. I imagine already that means a great amount of you will miss the big it: Lightning. You know, I'm in the favour of full disclosure, mostly after a lightning strike, life isn't a kinder of the two options. Why is it then that a lot of us are out in this? Is it a temptation? Are those full of fear more free? I don't think so. I think that the chances I see everyone taking are comforting. Braving their ultimate ending. I like to see bravery in the face of mortality.
Or maybe for you it's the sound? Why don't you tell me what it is I have to discuss if I am to change your mind about storms. Come then. To me we're all a brother or a sister here, aren't we? Struggling to survive and help a world around us thrive? I've detailed you small tidbits and the tippy top of my information on things that might go bump in the night for you to digest. Please, either ask so I may abate your fears or perhaps we can discuss them in greater length so I may understand your side. Respond as you wish.

((OOC: This is a bold-use-cipher. The key is located at that link. This is Beyond's permission post as well, I promise it's short as hell but very important that you at least read especially if you're going to reply in video. Thank you!))

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« video » un: dratahr

[dragonsongs]

[ He's always curious where it comes to patterns and reading between the lines— though he's caught the cipher without realizing it, another thing has caught his attention! He smiles in interest, eyes bright. ]

I think you've written a song here, friend! How clever of you! I might attempt to put it to melody, if you'll permit me!

[Text; perpetual for the moment]

[jobshadowing]

A song? My that was unintentional. Perhaps your song could cheer up some of those around here afraid of storms?

[dragonsongs]

[ Oh, is this one shy? How adorable. He chuckles, but gives a pleased smile. ]

Ah, it writes back even as I speak! This is fascinating! Truly, the marvels of this world never cease to amaze.

[ He might be a little excitable. ]

Storms are nothing to fear, but I would be loathe to miss the opportunity to comfort anyone! Are you a scribe, perchance?

[jobshadowing]

[[Yes... shy. That's it. Very, very shy. It's partly the reason, but not all of it. That over charming smile that B gets back is an interesting return to being given text. He'll take it, this pleases him and he types back swiftly.]]

I did like music, that was one of my few pleasures of early childhood and my early teens I'd think. I don't think I've had a song written based on something that I myself have done.

I wouldn't call myself a scribe, just a very learned individual. Someone extremely concerned for the misinformation of the people with lesser knowledge on the topics I know a little more about. Tell me, dear bard, how often do you write songs on a whim of inspiration?

permalocked; un: grandmaster

[thewilltopower]

[aha. mello has been watching for something like this. knowing beyond’s methods as he does, mello guessed it would only be a matter of time before something like this surfaced - a puzzle, a test, something designed to prove that his predecessor is the sharpest knife in the drawer. contacting mello can’t be the only reason for the post; if that were the aim, beyond could’ve sent him a private message instead. no, he’s got to be fishing for more than just a response from mello.

and mello has half a mind to not respond, not give him the satisfaction of an answer to the - entirely too easy to decipher - encoded message. but that competitive itch in the back of his brain nags that refusing to answer might look like a display of weakness. and mello can’t have that idea take root in beyond’s mind, so.]

I already know who you are. I know what you did.

And I’m not your brother or sister.

Locked;

[jobshadowing]

[[There he is. There's the entire reason for this. It's locked, too and it thrills him something more than a simple rush should.]]

What did I do? Tell me what I did. It must have frightened you off, you've been so long away, Grandmaster.

[thewilltopower]

You don’t frighten me. I’ve just been busy with more important things.

As for what you did:

Believe Bridesmaid, 44. Death by asphyxiation.

Quarter Queen, 13. Death by blunt-force trauma, eyes crushed post-mortem.

Backyard Bottomslash, 28. Death by exsanguination.

Did I miss anything? I know there was one more attempt but I don’t think it belongs on this list, since it was a complete failure.

[jobshadowing]

I wish you could convince me of that. I really wish you could.

That's so clinical... But, yes, yes you did. Ohhhh... That's sad. You only know what was written on the papers. No, I ended their lives right when they were supposed to end, really I only went along with the larger scheme of things. But I don't think you understand that the list is a little heavier than just what the papers say, if we're speaking aloud of the unspoken part.

text; username: inaban

[dereban]

[That's... a lot of obvious bold.

And as someone as observant as her and likes to puzzle things out, given her analysis ability, she wants to see if this is what she thinks it is, and well-]

This certainly is one of the stranger posts I've seen on the network in a while.

I hope you've found what you're looking for.

Text;

[jobshadowing]

[[Yes. This is exactly what he wanted. To start to sort through the residents that were vaguely smart enough to pick up on one of his puzzles. This only makes him eager to keep playing games later. Now to play at current.]]

I'm simply talking about the weather. Nothing strange about it, aside from the obvious weather itself.

text;

[dereban]

That's some way to talk about the weather.

It's true that what's happening at current is rather peculiar, though.

[jobshadowing]

In detail and without holding back? Isn't that how all conversations should go? With a certain truth to them?

Peculiar to us, definitely. Or some of us, maybe. There was a gentleperson on here professing the unbridled weather back home was somewhat reminiscent. But asking them about their topic proved otherwise fruitless and boring.

text, username: L.L.

[endgamed]

Did you intend to be suspicious on purpose?

text;

[jobshadowing]

[[He hates this user name. A lot.]]

No. Have I done something suspicious?

omg i didn't even realise the username til now fasdg AHAHA I'M LAUGHING

[endgamed]

At first glance, there's nothing prompting dialogue in your post. It's not the same. Of course, reading it a second time provides something different.

text un: seirinshadow

[punchpass]

I'm not entirely sure I understand your purpose.
The punctuation in your lines is very confusing.

[jobshadowing]

Is that so? I'm just being brief and trying to keep my true feelings down to a measurable chance at being less visceral for the common people that don't know the truth and power behind a storm.

[punchpass]

I had to write the words down to understand, but I'm still not sure.
I don't think we are in a dangerous enough place to require a cipher like that.
Unless you are looking for someone in particular?

text; un: AllIsNaught

[letxequalnull]

Certainly an unusual request. However, I do not believe that it is necessary to overly concern oneself with numbers. Indeed, perhaps it is unnecessary here - mortality is hardly the ultimate end, when this city contains those who have died as well as those who have not.

Or is it that you merely use such things as one of many ways to help offer a "head's up" to a stranger. Or to warn of things that are as of yet unseen in any given plan of action? And if it should prove to be less than successful, what then? Would you seek out another way to categorize the world that lies before you?

But perhaps you would care to tell me about storms.

text; locked

[jobshadowing]

You're not one of the people I was looking for. I can tell that much, but I like that you understood enough of what I was trying to say to send the same message back.

Are you really curious about the storms? About the rumblings.

text; locked

[letxequalnull]

Let us say that I am... interested in what others may choose to think of them.

text | un: ladyofthewind

[sheisthewind]

[Kagura can't help but be drawn to the bolded text. It's more interesting than the waxing poetic about storms. So she sends back a message of her own.]

Hello. Looks like someone decided to go above and beyond with their discussion post today.

text; locked

[jobshadowing]

[[He appreciates her calling him by name, but he'll hold onto it. Going off her name, he addresses her.]]

Beyond is what I am, you can call me Rue Ryuzaki, miss.

text; locked. Sorry for the late reply!

[sheisthewind]

And just what is that you are beyond?

posting for acknowledgement!

[diceswithdeath]

[ Near has noticed this message, but he is sensible enough not to respond. He will remember this. ]