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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[humerous]

[A part of him thinks the answer to that is humans, but no point in starting fights.]

you're sure you can't?
i mean...don't know a lot about you, but you said you were a dancer.
and i remember seeing that sword at your hip, too.
either of them no good?

[winces]

No... Not really.

[ which isn't true at all but haha what is confidence. ]

What good would dancing do anyone anyway?

[humerous]

beats me...it's a tough one.
i guess people love a good dance though.
time flies when you're having fun, or something.

[aka probably make a good distraction

but

he's trying to avoid outright saying what she should do, if only because making decisions for herself is good for confidence!!]

[winces]

[ oh gosh are the confidence-levels starting already! she's not ready for this!! ]

I mean I've put on shows for my fellow soldiers before
And they always seemed to appreciate them
For whatever reason... I'm sure they were just being nice, heh!
But that's not appropriate for right now!

[humerous]

[YES HE IS A SKELETON UNCLE and this is apparently what skeleton uncles do. help.

or something.]

yeah i guess you're right...
it's not really relevant to anyone's duties, right?
and if anyone got distracted by dancing when they were supposed to be working, it could be bad...

[winces]

[ be gentle, uncleton... ;; ]

I'd never distract anyone from their duties!
I don't dance irresponsibly!

[humerous]

[. . .

Maybe this is a case of being too well meaning.]

not even to the benefit of the whole jailbreak operation?

[winces]

If my dancing can be of any benefit to anything or anyone, I wouldn't hesitate...!
I mean I may not be that good at it but that doesn't mean I don't want to.. try...
But we already agreed there would be no benefit for putting on a show right now, didn't we??

[humerous]

listen, kiddo.
it may not be my place to say...
i ain't exactly the dancemaster here.
but.

i just think if the guards see a friendly face...one who might not be here long enough to be considered an enemy, offering a free dance or two.
they might be more into that than their jobs.
and even if it doesn't last long...every second you can give everyone else counts.

make sense?

[winces]

...Ohhhh! You mean like a distraction?
I think I can do that!

[humerous]

that's the spirit.
guess all you really needed to do was give it some thought after all.

[winces]

Me? Don't be silly, Sans.
This was all your idea!

1/2

[humerous]

actually...
i mean you deciding to dance.
you said you weren't very good when we spoke at first, right?

but you know...i think someone willing to do something like this...

[humerous]

has gotta have SOME confi-dance.
at least, more than you act like.
and that's good, you know?

[Or maybe he was setting up this joke.

Who knows.]

[winces]

[ sans pls what is she going to do with this ]

I
I mean I love to dance... and I work very hard at it...
And
And I think even if I'm not that good at it
It's still the least I could do for everyone else who's already done and gone through so much!
It's not anything special, it's just doing what I can.

[humerous]

[you can't live your life without being challenged ollie!!]

right.
well, whatever you decide to do out there...
good luck, ok?

[winces]

Thank you, Sans...
What about you? Will you be going out there too?
Please don't do anything too reckless!

[humerous]

what, me?
nah...i think i'll leave it all to you guys.
to be frank with you, ollie...i'm the weakest member of my entire species.
so if i went out there...well...i'd be one dead skeleton.

[winces]

Oh, don't say that! Even if you are the weakest of your kind, that might still mean you're the strongest of us all!
Plus, you've got that magic power of yours that can slow enemies down, remember?
That's definitely useful.
Oh, but don't feel pressured to do it! Please stay safe if you can.
And if you ever feel like you might need some help, just let me know, okay?

[humerous]

heh.
thanks. nice of you to say, but...

the thing is, monsters...our souls really aren't all that strong. it'd take all the souls in the underground just to match the power of a single human soul.
and when it comes to fighting, at least for us, that's a really important factor.

you guys really just excel at the whole killing thing. we can't really compare.

so...i'll take you up on that offer, ok? if the time comes, i'll ask you to protect me.

[No he won't.]

[winces]

[ maybe it's the fact it's all text; tougher to read the tone, sense inflections that would otherwise distill such sharp words.

and if this were any other time, olivia would have merely let the conversation end at that, always too eager to avoid any kind of discomfort. funny thing about thought-to-text. ]

You don't... like us very much, do you?

[humerous]

[Ah.

He's gone and said something he shouldn't have. Feelings towards humans aside, he's not looking to antagonise people.]

nothing personal.
i promise, alright?

[winces]

[ she's not sure what happened, but she can only guess it must have been terrible. ]

I know it probably won't mean much
But I'm sorry.

[humerous]

[...]

sheesh.
come on, what's with the gloomy attitude? you didn't do a thing.
what's done is done.
i don't care so much i'm about to put any blame on people who haven't done anything.

so no more sorrys outta you, alright? if you do i'm gonna have to bust out my really awful jokes.
nobody wants that.

[winces]

But it's made you feel bad...!

[ still, if he wants to not think or talk about it anymore, she won't push. she just hopes he knows she means it. ]

Besides, I don't think your jokes are that bad at all.