[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

[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?"

[markofthewise]

"Relax, Sharpe. I know what I'm doing. It'll be in better shape than it's ever been before." He began to set the weapons aside to work on. "Is that it?"

[greenjacketed]

"That's all," he confirmed. "But like I said, there's no rush on the other blade. The short'un. You just give us a shout when it's finished, eh?"

[markofthewise]

In the meantime, Sokka was counting the silver buttons along the counter, lips moving as he added each one. Finally he nodded.

"I'll let you know."

[greenjacketed]

"Aye, Thunderaxe." He offered up a nod and -- upon collecting his bullets -- retreated swiftly from the shop. He had no reason to stay, nor to talk further. Business was business, and he conducted his with sparse words and certainty.