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[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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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.]

I do hope you may forgive my excess of familiarity, but tis tradition for one last thing on the eve of war.

[She smiles and hops up on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the cheek.]

Good Luck, Loki. I hope you make it through this uninjured and with bloodied blades.

Nay, 'tis not overly familiar at all from my viewpoint, Lady Saori. Rather, I appreciate this rather than... hearty clapping on the back, for example. [He grins at her.] And since you lack a beard, 'tis quite a pleasant way to wish luck indeed.

[He bows deeply to her.]

I am sure we shall stand together on the battlefield, Lady. Strength and glory.

May your blade strike true.

[She turns and heads off to greet the...dragon...that had just arrived]

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