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[Locked to Residents]
[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.]
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.]
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[ a soft sigh. his initial silence makes her wonder whether she should ask to discuss this in person. the filter, after all, had been to keep loving-but-prying eyes away from the knowledge that she was reaching out to the strategist. a precaution, really. or just paranoia. ]
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His next words come a little softer.] I wonder if this will be like the jungle.
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buffy takes all that sweetness and feeds her guilt. ]
At least they're once again giving us decent notice, huh? For a while there, it felt like emergency conscription was becoming the norm.
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[At least, that was the impression Bil was leaving him with. He had a strong desire to observe the cultists during this battle -- to see if there would be any noticeable friction or lines drawn amongst the soldiers, lending credence to the information gathered from the General.]
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I would much rather have more than a day of preparation than a handful of hours.
[Not that they had much to go off of for preparations. They didn't know anything about the terrain they would be fighting in other than the warning of forests.]
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I'm a strategist, Buffy. A lot of what I do is planning and waiting.
If waiting made me crazy, you would never have met me in sanity.
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How much of a difference do you think your extra year and some change makes, Albert? Like -- is it a lot? Obviously, you have more intel. But you'd have that anyway. I'm not much with the...[ info-hoarding. ]
I guess I'm asking if there's that much of a leap from four years to five. [ because it'll be a full four for her, soon. ]
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But there really wasn't that much of a difference, was there? ...Maybe he was trying to fool himself on that subject.
So he decides to use a sarcastic joke.]
You may receive a commemorative gift from the Organization upon reaching your fifth year.
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I feel like I am missing out on a reference here.
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[ how silly. talking shoes with so much looming war and so little settled sentimentality between the pair of them. and buffy is at long last struck by how petty it is that she should withhold information from a man who could very well benefit from what she had to offer.
she apologizes without actually saying sorry: ] I have the sand. And thanks. For the filter-aid.
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...We will have to make use of that sand, then. After all of this.
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[ and then, thinking that the allusion reveals just too much of her inner conflict: ] I think I'm gonna pack my boots, for this draft. Boots seem like a safe bet.
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Boots seem a good deal more practical than running shoes, not knowing the weather or entirety of the terrain. [He's quite agreeable.]
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[ a deep breath. ] The problem with forests is you never can tell there's a hidden root underfoot until you're already tripping on it. Blindsided.
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[Is he being serious? The unchanging tone really doesn't help.]
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