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!]

Comments

[ricksybusiness]

[Das cool, he can roll with it.]

F-functioning adult? It puh-retty much sounds like this guy is out of control. Homeboy said he doesn't know whurrrat he'll do. Seems prudent to nip this shit in the bud.

[defenceless]

[... Good point. Maybe he was never a functioning adult to begin with.

Also, is this guy burping.]

How would you suggest we kill him? He could be so powerful nothing would work easily.

[ricksybusiness]

[Look maybe he has some gastrointestinal problems, you don't know. Don't judge. (At least he's not gagging, sometimes that happens.)]

Ob-obviously, we need to snag the barrier or whatever. Stick him back inside it and then go wild.

[defenceless]

I could easily cast a barrier of my own to restrain him. I'm sure there's others in ALASTAIR who can do the same. That might hold him for a while.

[She hums knowingly.]

Aren't you interested in hearing anything he has to say?

[ricksybusiness]

[Magic stuff... Rick decides to gloss over that because it sounds stupid. 'Cast a barrier,' look at all these LARP nerds.]

Does it matter? Our "job" is to get the sun back. Then we can get out of this hellhole; that's all I care ab-- urrrrp about.

he's so great

[defenceless]

[Hey! Her dad was a nerd, but not that kind of nerd.]

Very astute. You're just failing to account for the ever-present possibility that we need Michel for the sun to return.

i do my best!!!

[ricksybusiness]

I don't know, is that how this voodoo bullcrap usually works? This isn't my area of expertise.

c:!

[defenceless]

W-Well...! [Voodoo... bullcrap...] I don't know! No one's telling us anything! —But yes, it might work that way.

[ricksybusiness]

[FREAKY-DEAKY, FAKE IMPOSSIBLE MAGIC. The list goes on.]

So first urrrrrp thing to do is figure out how to undo it. O-of course he won't tell us if he needs to be alive or not. We could take a chance. Flip a coin.

[defenceless]

How to undo Michel's link to the sun...? Or his powers...

[Sorry, Rick, if it sounds like she's just speaking in nonsense.]

That's a good angle to approach it from. [She's mostly forgetting the coin toss thing.] Once we take everything he has away from him, you can smash him into a pulp, for all I care.

[ricksybusiness]

I meant, y'know... undo the w-whole vanishing sun thing in the first place, but I like the way you think.

[defenceless]

Ah! Of course that's part of it! [Wow, how embarrassing. She totally cares more about restoring the sun than Michel's stupid ass.]

In any case, it comes out to the same outcome. Michel is useless and the sun is put back in the sky. Hopefully.

Is your name really a bunch of numbers?

[ricksybusiness]

[Ha ha, of course. Riiight.]

Huh? Oh, the... no, it's a code. Anonymity is underrated.

[defenceless]

What is... it code for?

[Rin, you're not supposed to ask.]

[ricksybusiness]

Uh. Wow.

Doooon't worry about it, you might give yourself a stroke.

[defenceless]

I won't give myself a stroke! Just tell me, jeez!

[ricksybusiness]

Entitled much? You figure it out.

[defenceless]

Fine...! I will.

[How much you want to bet she's going to ask her smart, tech-savvy Servant about it later?

She probably has trouble bolding text on a word processor on a good day.]

But you're awfully rude. I should hope you shape up, and fast! Grow up. Especially if you're talking about killing someone.

[ricksybusiness]

[HOPE YOUR DUMB SERVANT KNOWS DECIMAL ASCII.]

Y-yeah, okay, whatevurrrr you say. I guess being "nice" really gets you places in life, right?

[defenceless]

I'm going to end this conversation now.

[But she doesn't actually... block his username or anything.]

[ricksybusiness]

Yeeeeup. [Admit it Rin, you're ~intrigued~.]

[defenceless]

[She'll be intrigued alone, for now.

Although

yeah, this won't be the last he ever hears from her.]