[Locked to Residents]

[malnosso]

[Appearing on the journals is a written message as follows. A voice option is provided for a computerized reading of the text.]

Attention Luceti Residents.

The following names are being called to participate in a strike against the cultist hordes:
[the names listed here appear on the journal.]

All subjects are required to arrive at the tunnels at 8AM on the 27th of March for deployment. All listed individuals are required to be present. Subjects will then be escorted to TERRACE for battle preparation and further details.

Target will be Region One, a former Malnosso stronghold, presently in cultist hands. Subjects are advised to prepare for combat in forested areas. Further information will be made available at TERRACE. Questions and answers will not be provided at this time.

[The Malnosso will not reply to this message, but everyone is free to use this post to discuss among themselves, whether using voice options on the journal or doing action threads.]

Comments

[de_bel_survivor]

[He chuckles, smiling at her reaction.]

I know, Kaname-san. But thanks.

[action!]

[corrinesbell]

[And if he turns all angry Ratatosk on these guys?]

Two people, huh? I guess I could do that. Most of the people I'd pick are going too, is the problem.

[voice]

[ledbythewind]

One would think they would welcome any extra help they were offered.

[Action]

[antivanleather]

[Zevran pulls a belt off of- well. Somewhere on his person and twists it around to fit to Max's hips- fastening it without so much as a question. He has no issue with stepping right into the mage's personal space. For this? He needs to be certain it fits well.]

The sheath would be on the left, then- and for the extra-

[Another idle flash of hands, another appearance of a leather band and sheath- this he affixes to Max's left forearm.]

Here. And one in your boot or the small of your back.

[Action]

[eversohungry]

Are you prone to such things? [Vastra raises her eyebrow at him as she sits down and begins pouring the tea.] I'm not giving you something to put your eye out with, am I?

[Voice]

[voidseeing]

Not for the next week, at least. They'll be keeping us busy on this draft-- just the way I like it.

voice:

[voidseeing]

Yeah. There's a certain unpredictability to human opponents that an AI just can't replicate.

[Voice]

[dancing_flames]

You don't even need to ask.

[All Encompassing Action]

[ribbonbon]

[She nods, trying to think about it in what she thinks is a grown-up way.]

Yeah. I-I mean, even if this is the first time, it probably won't be the last. S-So I might as well go so that maybe I'll be a little more used to it the next time.

[action]

[ribbonbon]

[Pilouette hurries to answer the door, for now leaving the various first aid supplies set out on her table. She's still a little worried about the whole thing, despite how many times she tries to reassure herself. When she opens the door, she steps aside.]

Cross. Hi. Um, come on in.

[action]

[entwiningfate]

[Sion can't blame the man for having a sore throat. He's never heard him talk so much before. So he'll try not to ask too many questions.]

Do you need help with those supplies? [Going with that first to be kind]

[Video]

[nascidanosargasso]

The Third Party Cult is an organization of fanatics, relying attrition warfare more than combined warfare. They think death is a release from this world. -- We've even been in their home front once.

[She passes another file: The Draft of June of her first year.]

They have no concept of laws and customs of war, so anyone not on their side is fair game to them. Ma'am, if you ever get head-to-head with one, get help, run, or fight back. A lot of fighters choose to stay at home to help noncombatants, so keep close to them.

[Voice]

[nascidanosargasso]

Agreed. I've never seen them use radios, but don't get careless. In one draft they used modern anti-vehicle weaponry -- firearms meant to pierce metal.

[All Encompassing Action]

[accepted]

Huh, okay. I'll make sure to keep an eye out for anyone like that. She'll be fine, so don't worry.

action;

[markofthewise]

[He nodded and began the trek there. A few simulations would get her prepared to fight them in combat, even if it wouldn't necessarily prepare her for it mentally. But it was something to start with.]

[markofthewise]

Sokka felt no pity for the older man who was tearing apart a respectable looking uniform for Sokka's own work. In fact, he was rather satisfied, because he was getting payment for once. Maybe he could string these together for a nice necklace. He could give it to a girl or something. Maybe even Katniss. She'd probably like that.

"You can leave your sword here. I'll bring it with me to the tunnels before we leave tomorrow."

[originaljackass]

Yeah, Buffy. You heard the kid. Shame on you.

[Voice]

[aerialassault]

[She would have seen his surprise had there been a video function. He knew that this place was low-tech, but that was higher grade than he anticipated.]

You mean AP shells loaded with incendiaries?

[Weapons tech. Machinery. He knew a few things.]

[voice // filtered]

[herotypical]

One of those ugly ones with a statue.

[herotypical]

I am what I am. I can't be changed.

[ and instead of saying anything else, the immediate area was filled with the sound of a blender rather violently blending. ]

[Action]

[abjurer]

I try not to be. I'm not a fighter but I've managed to not die yet. Or, y'know lop off any important body parts.

[Voice]

[covermyback]

My swords have kept me useful as well. I have no experience with some of the more advanced technology here, however, so I'm afraid that if I am asked to work with it, something may not go as planned.

[Action]

[abjurer]

[He stands stiffly, a little awkward, as Zevran manhandles him, wrapping the belt around his hips and then another around his arm... and suddenly he's armed, four knives hidden about his person and this is really happening, isn't it?]

I didn't think the knife in the boot thing happened outside of films. Backups for backups.

[Action]

[antivanleather]

For backups. I also have...let me find it.

[He pats Max's shoulder and flips through a case at his side before pulling out a relatively simple looking contraption with a spring and a ring and a few leather bands. He attaches it to Max's other arm and slips the ring on his finger.]

Pull your hand back, thusly, and- [Out pops a blade.] I learned it from a lovely nobleman close to the border. Son of a Banker. Fantastic eyes.

[greenjacketed]

...Oh, if only he would be so lucky as to find his regimental buttons 'round Katniss's neck. That would simple things up right quick, they would. But for now, he shoved them forlornly across the counter. Making room for the great butcher's blade he hauled from his hip.

"Mind you sharpen the back blade too, eh?" It wasn't conventional, really, but Sharpe had ground down the back blade to make the sabre's point symmetrical. The heavy cavalry trooper's sword was nearly a yard of Birmingham steel and while the cavalry it was made for complained constantly that the thing could not keep an edge, Sharpe prized it for its length and its reach. "Sharp so as it don't just slide off a bastard's ribs, eh?"