malnosso | [Voice, Locked to Residents]

[At approximately 4AM in the morning of the 25th, the journals will suddenly blare with the sound of an alarm, followed quickly by this message:]

Attention, Region Six. This is an emergency. The following occupants are required to report to the teleporters in one hour to act as a reserve force for an unscheduled battle located in Region Eleven, designation Vaskoth.

[A list of names is posted.]

Those who refuse will be forcibly dragged, and we take no responsibility for any injuries obtained should that happen. Anyone not summoned will not be accepted, either as additional forces or as replacements for someone else. Weaponry and equipment not native to this world is incompatible with the nature of your location, and will therefore not be permitted. Suitable replacements may be available to you at your destination. You will rendezvous with Specialist Davis upon arrival, and he will direct you from there.

I repeat, you have one hour. Don't waste your preparation time with pointless questions. Get moving.

[ooc: as stated, the commandant won't answer willy-nilly, so this post can be used for draft prep if you want! Also the full draft details a HERE, for anyone who missed it!]

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[This time, he will go quietly. He doesn't particularly want to have to fight the robots again, not when it seems rather inevitable. Face gone cold and hard, he divests himself of all of his weapons, as well as his armor. Hopefully there will be suitable daggers at this location. He does, however, pick up all of the spare food they have in the house (what their is of it) and his packets of tea as well as bottles of water. Those he vanishes. He also carefully "packs" a few books.

Throughout it all, he is coldly, implacably angry.

He pauses to speak briefly with Gregor (ooc: insert thread here) and then heads to the teleporters, making a few stops along the way. He is there early.]

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[Gregor basically manages to make sure he and Ivan aren't on the list on the first read-through. It takes him longer to find Loki.

When he opens the door to glimpse his roommate, he immediately decides to let Loki approach him rather than vice versa. Loki does not look like he needs to feel pestered. So Gregor simply stays out of his way, sitting on the couch watching Loki unnecessarily raid the food supply. He doesn't mention rations are provided, no matter what they taste like.]

[Loki finishes his 'packing' and then turns his attention to Gregor.]

I'm afraid you'll need to care for Vakri on his own. Lady Rogue is on the list as well.

I know. [Gregor's face is pale, only partly because he's up too early. Otherwise, his expression is carefully bland.] Same as when you were kidnapped. If you can't stun them, go for the wings.

[Loki smiles thinly.] I play the game to win.

[A nod.] And that's how.

My thanks.

Take care until my return.

I will. Stay alive.

[That's when he allows a flicker of worry to show in his eyes.]

[Loki grins.]

Worry not, Gregor. 'tis not so easy to be rid of me. Or I, like the grass, shall rise again.

[He winks at his housemate and then sweeps out the door.]

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[Saori approaches Loki as they wait, a neutral look on her face. She's carrying a small dufflebag of her own with rations, and a few martial arts weapons she'd taken from the smithy, a village-made longbow and quiver looped around her back.]

Are you prepared, Sky-Traveler?

As prepared as I might be. I can only hope they will have suitable daggers there. [He does not look happy about that.]

Good enough.

[She grimaces and pulls out a small, glass cola bottle etched with various kanji, offering it to him.]

I did not have the chance to give this to you before. I could not manage wine, but a bottomless bottle of water will likely be more useful.

[Loki takes the bottle with both of his hands and then bows.]

Indeed, I should think so. My thanks, lady.

[He turns the bottle between his hands and it vanishes.]

It's entirely of this world, even the power, so I doubt that there will be any trouble.

[She shrugs and unzips her bag, taking out a second bottle.]

Share a drink with me? Sake, to toast to the foes that will fall to our wrath.

It would be my honor.

[Two points of translucent, hardened air appeared between them and the goddess poured the drinks before tucking away the bottle and taking the 'cup'.]

Kanpai!

[Ah, a new word. But Loki can mimic the pronunciation with perfection.]

Kanpai, lady.

[He raises his own cup and then drinks when she does.]

[Action at the Teleporters]

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[Steve also shows up at the teleporters quite early. He's quite used to waking up early and preparing to throw himself into potential danger, reflexes left over from the war.

Things are quiet, as few people have shown up, and Steve allows himself to get lost in thought. They're being sent out with almost no warning to a battle they haven't been given details on. But what really bothers him is the fact that he has to leave his shield behind. Despite their claims of having weapons to provide at their destination, his shield isn't so easy to replace.

With these thoughts turning in his mind, he doesn't notice when someone moves in front of him. He walks into them, his shoulder crashing into the person.]

Oh! I'm very so...[He glances up and looks at...Loki.]...rry.

[Awkward.]

[Irritating, that someone bumped into him. It pulled the stitches, another little shock of pain. And then to see who it was - lovely. All of his favorite people to have to cooperate with, again.

Loki smiles thinly.] Oh, I'm certain you are.

[His face clears of expression and he takes a step back, putting more space between them. Steve responds, keeping his tone carefully neutral.]

I am. I was...distracted. Should have paid more attention.

[His eyebrows go up slightly.]

Apology accepted, in that case.

[He gives Steve a thin smile.]

Ah well. We somehow managed to cooperate to decent effect last time.

[He nods at that. They had, somehow. Some part of him is still surprised by that fact.]

Yes. But I'm sure you're happy to know I'm not the one in the leadership position this time.

I might surprise you. I have little love for our captors, and even less for disorganization.

[He snorts.]

And no use at all for seeing good ideas go to waste.

I guess the best we can hope for is that the Malnosso know what they're doing.

Of that, I have little doubt. [Unconscious of the motion, he rubs at his wrist.] And that is what plagues me most about this situation.