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[It seems like barely a few days ago that Sep talked to the network. He doesn’t usually, so he feels it. Nor is this the same easy, almost lazily arrogant young man of that particular video. His eyes are a little sharper and even calculating, his voice crisp, and what is quite obviously military precision in his body language.]

An invasion of animate dead bodies in tightly enclosed quarters is a new experience I could have done without.

While the Palace has been offered as a sanctuary, I know not everyone, outer sectors especially, will be able to reach it--or will want to. [After all, there’s something sketchy going on with the Emperor. He can understand that attitude.] WA-3A has been fortified, and as I work out of it as a rule, it has a basic medic station if you get injured and can’t make it anywhere else. Feel free to come here either for patching up or shelter. If you have any medic skills to offer, we'd be happy to host you for the duration as well.

[He hesitates, and for a moment looks regretful and a little softer around the edges.] Sadly, I haven’t heard anything about a way to counter the effects of a bite, and finding one would take time to experiment—something which I don’t have.

Evandau’s patrols won’t be doing wider sweeps of the city. I expect he has limited men with which to do so. [There may be an implication of ‘this is the only good excuse for his not doing so.’] I am not about to let anyone trapped or choosing to remain in outer sectors go undefended. I sincerely hope I won’t be the only one. We’ll be more effective if we are coordinated.

[He glances down critically, nods to himself, and after a moment turns to sheathe and toss a newly sharpened dagger on the bed behind him. The movement reveals notably Roman-esque laid out on it.] To that end, if you want to help, I’m holding a strategy session here in WA-3A in two hours. I’d like to get some people set for civilian escorts, both on standby for requests and in regular sweeps. I would also like to get enough people together to start making some tactical strikes.

[Pause.] If anyone has lightning, fire, or flight capabilities, I’d really like to talk.

[[Log post is here. OOC planning is here and here]]

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I have guns.

[Pause.]

Guns?

[It is with the single most incredulous look she's even humanly capable of that she switches to video and lifts one of her handguns into the frame.]

A ballistic weapon. It shoots projectiles at high velocity into targets for the purpose of disabling or killing them.

[Given that he's on video now as well, that suspiciously ancient Roman-like armor might explain why he was so baffled.

It looks--and sounds--like some frightening cross between a slingshot and a cross-bow.]

You'll have to explain how it works some time. [His tone says 'when we're not pressed for time.'] I'm not sure how effective they'll be against these things--ripping them apart seems to do nothing--but the more hands, the better. Can you get here on your own, or do you need a lift?

[Quite literally.]

I do not need assistance. These creatures do not trouble me.

My brother and I are fast, quiet, and we can fight. [Even as the reply comes he's standing and sliding a sword into the scabbard on his shell, as though he'd been in motion before and stopped only to make a response.] Consider us volunteered.

[That is definitely the look of a professional swordsman--

Even if, uh, the most oddly-shaped one he's ever seen. (what is this he doesn't even)

However, he's too much of a politician to let that show.] I appreciate it. There are two of you?

[A nod.] Our specialty is moving without being seen. These...things are fast, but we can get past without them even noticing. If you need scouting or escorts done, we're the ones for the job.

[Then he pauses for a moment, grimacing.] But we're both close-quarter combatants. Neither of our weapons are effective against them - anything I cut of keeps moving on its own, and stab wounds don't slow them down.

[He hadn't heard the part where cut-up pieces keep moving on their own, and for a moment even he looks slightly sickened.

He recovers almost instantly, though.] Scouting is always needed--and people may need a hand. Come join us, keep an eye out on the way, and once we have a slightly more consolidated picture I'll figure out where everyone will be most effective.

[The slip to 'I' is purely the unconscious. Please excuse the dead prince.]

[Leo isn't normally accustomed to deferring to the leadership of others, but in this particular instance, he's willing to make an exception; all he does is give a quick, sharp nod into the feed.]

We're on our way.

I'm afraid whatever enchantment is animating these things is unfamiliar to me, but I'm a skilled healer.

[She pauses and her lips twitch in a hint of a smile.]

And I can fly.

[She gets more than a hint of a smile. Good, more healers.]

Do you have any combat experience? [Read: skill. He's not about to throw a novice to the wolves, thanks.]

[Morwen's had adventures, but they never describe her actually fighting. Still, it's Morwen.

She raises an eyebrow.]

Yes. But if the question you mean to ask is "am I a fighter," no.

Edited (whoops screwed up my canon point) 2013-01-25 23:19 (UTC)

[He nods slightly--he kind of suspected as much.]

Well then. If you've the time, and it won't put you in too much danger [some is inevitable] we'd be happy to have another experienced medic. Even if you don't, if you get a good look at the [~~field~~] city from overhead, up to date intelligence never hurt.

It won't be any trouble to come to your meeting, at least.

[She pauses as a thought occurs to her.]

My name is Morwen. I'm afraid I didn't catch yours.

[Courtesy to strangers or other potentially dangerous people is important where she's from.]

[At least she only has to be ordinarily polite--after all, he isn't a dragon.

(And he doesn't have any volcanoes to set off, here.)]

I'm Sep. Pleasure to meet you, circumstances aside.

[She's immediately pinged by the words strategy session.]

I can help. WA-3A, I'll be there. There are still too many people in danger in the city.

[He nods shortly, the smile on his face part genuinely, part distanced as he's still in Business mode.]

Do you need any help getting here?

No. [Her response is nearly instantaneous.] I've been out already, I know how they move. They won't get me.

[The certainty makes an eyebrow go up, but he also smiles faintly. He's known people like her.]

Then I look forward to seeing you.

[She nods.] If I can help, I want to.

Was that a dagger I saw?

It is.

Are blades not a primary weapon where you're from? [After all, he's heard of 'guns' by now.]

For me they are. [She reaches off screen for a moment, then lifts her own knife in view. It's bronze and very Greek.] Most people I know prefer longer blades. But I like mine.

[It's more dagger sized than kitchen knife.]

I favor longsword myself. [He tilts his head.] Bronze?

[She nods. She ain't here to judge preferences.]

Technically, it's called Celestial Bronze. [And she sets it back down out of sight.]

Celestial Bronze? [Color him intrigued.] How is it different from the more terrestrial variety?

It's a bit more magical, for lack of better word. Kind of rare and limited.

[Make that very intrigued.] May I see it, once you're here?

Sure. [He's gonna see it either way. Whether or not he can physically touch it is another story.]

[EYEING YOU DISTASTEFULLY, SIR.]

And by 'talk' you mean 'recruit', right? Because that's not transparent or anything.

[Totally calm:]

Ideally. But I am not [quite] so arrogant as to assume I know every possible strategy to all of those skills most effectively. Even without material help, maybe someone else will see something I've missed.

Sorry, you've gotta flash your credentials around before anybody here's gonna give a shit. I've worked with the Avengers.

[HMPH.]

Sorry, you need to justify your credentials before I'm troubled by whether or not you care--especially as you speak for no one else.

[He is unimpressed with your resumé.]

Then I guess we're at an impasse, my friend.

You are. [His tone is a little sharper, more clipped.] You can help if you want. Either way, don't foul up our work.

Whatever.

I will be leaving momentarily. [Tris looks a little worried at the concept. He's a little shaken from encountering the creature which devoured the kedan's soul. The thought of going back out to face them again disturbs him.] I can come help heal and protect those who seek shelter. And if you need me, Sep, I can help with whatever plans you have which require fire.

Edited 2013-01-26 22:49 (UTC)

[Septimus nods slightly. That worried expression gives him pause, though.] Do you need help getting here? Or would you want it?

[He can spare that time. Tris is a good young man, he's decided. Inexperienced, but on the right track. He's not about to let the boy go into something he's not ready for, if it can be avoided.]

I can get there myself, it's alright; I have my magic and Mageslayer. I have arranged to meet someone to bring to you. [And that woman who wanted help getting her soul back from the creatures.]

I have a few skills that could be helpful? I'm not a doctor or healer, but I do have basic medic training. I've also been the leader of a few teams and can offer some help with strategies if you'd like or civilian escorting.

[The N-Men totally count as another team!]

Edited 2013-01-28 22:18 (UTC)

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