VIDEO | USERNAME: HAWKEYE | FORWARD-DATED TO DEC 4TH

[futurologists]

[The username suggests it should be Riza's face appearing in front of you, but it isn't. It's Arthur's — you may have spoken to him, if you attended the Order meeting, but if you haven't, he still looks very familiar. He's been at the scene of nearly every shocking event, decidedly un-shocked. There's a reason for that.]

Hello. My name is Arthur, and I speak to you today representing the Order of the Chimera. I've tracked down one of your own who has graciously allowed me to contact you all.

You're likely aware that some of your people are being detained by the guard on charges of treason. This is due in no small part to the Order meeting they were present at. My people have been taken, too. I understand you may oppose the Order, but in this instance, I believe it would benefit us all to work together to free them.

[He pauses for a moment.]

If freeing your companions isn't motivation enough, my brother is in custody as well. Although I hear the guard has invented a barrier to absorb magic, I have no doubts he will eventually escape. However, the longer he is kept, the greater his retribution will become. [Gravely:] If you value the safety of the people of Chantes, or even your own, I suggest you join the cause.

There is little time. We infiltrate the prison tomorrow, regardless of the risks. I assure you the damage will be much greater should Michel grow even angrier.

[OOC NOTES: Feel free to comment around, threadjack, etc. This is meant for characters to be able to plan! Thank you, strictdiscipline, for helping us!]

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UN: LOKI

[selfimage]

I've something to add, here!

[ she straightens her voice. ] And what will that most powerful brother do when he's free again?

UN: axecerbic

[lumberpuncture]

[Yeah, Johanna's wondering that herself.]

[For now, she'll use her tried and true method, sarcasm:]

Bring the sun back for a truly heartwarming fuzzy-wuzzy reunion, I'm sure.

[selfimage]

Burning fuzzy-wuzzies. Like fire. Poof! We're all crispy.

[lumberpuncture]

[Laughs unpleasantly]

Now you're talking. If dear brother's so powerful and so uncontrolled, what's to stop him from getting himself free in the first place, hmm?

[selfimage]

There's that—and who's to say that he doesn't have a point?

He does fit the job description of "giant middle finger."

[lumberpuncture]

[Honestly, she thinks the magic-absorbing barrier is bullshit....]

A point about laying waste to every moron stupid enough to piss him off? That I can get.

But anyway, dear brother seems very temperamental.

[selfimage]

[ she tips her head in agreement. ]

And violent, don't forget violent.

[lumberpuncture]

[This woman doesn't seem to be a complete moron.]

[Johanna's nearly impressed.]

How could I forget.

And fond of huge temper tantrums that can remove the sun.

[selfimage]

It does make you wonder though—why this? What's so important about this for ALASTAIR to send in so many recruits.

Something's smelly, and it's not an overly violent magical terrorist.

[lumberpuncture]

Exactly. And it's obviously not us - I doubt ALASTAIR really gives two craps about what happens to us. If we die, they can just bring more in, right?

This is bullshit. They're not telling us something.

[selfimage]

Don't like being expendable?

[ the words come out hotly, digging to an organization that most likely is listening. ]

[lumberpuncture]

[Is anyone really listening to these two complain] Oh, no, I love it. I'm sure everyone does, getting dragged in here for missions and arrested by freaking goblins or killed in action so they can drag more in.

[selfimage]

If such a powerful organization can hold us ... [ she's speaking partially from experience here, words casual. ] Then it makes me wonder.

Perhaps we make easy inter-dimensional fodder.

...

Well that's a depressing thought.

[lumberpuncture]

[laughs derisively]

Everyone's fodder to these types. If you're not useful, they won't keep you around - or alive. That's the way it is.

[selfimage]

They've brought the wrong person.

[ while Loki is generally rather arrogant in her declarations, this ... well, she had a reputation, and not a good one. ]

I make terrible fodder. Everything tends to go down with me.

[lumberpuncture]

[Johanna has no idea about her reputation, but hey, she can get behind this woman, based off of moxie alone.]

[In more way than one]

You too? Well, let's see if that holds up to our precious sun-thief and whatever they dragged in.

[selfimage]

I do like to see what happens when you light an entire box of matches.

[ and she does.

she actually does.

the cadence in her voice fluctuates, maybe she's kind of excited. ]

[lumberpuncture]

And you're the matches in this situation?

[But she gives another bark of laughter]

[selfimage]

Oh no—I'm the fire.

[ her voice is thick and haughty. not untrue, but also borderline sardonic. it's hard to tell in which direction. ]

[lumberpuncture]

I'd like to see that.

[futurologists]

That, I cannot tell you. But whatever it is, it will be less destructive than what he would do had we not broken him out. I can't guarantee it will not be destructive at all — it will be. There is no changing that.