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[ Aizawa's lolling against some tree somewhere. Terrible, slumped posture; hair wild about his face. His expression is neutral, bordering on irritable, and his voice is an exhausted monotone. He sits with one leg folded over the other, idly tossing a cat figurine from hand to hand. ]

Hey. Myself and a few others did some looking around. Apparently, both the sea clan and the mountain clan have their allies--but they're not within easy reach. In the case of the sea clan, the empress's brother is married to some far-off queen. The mountain clan's allies aren't too nearby, either.

[ He shifts minutely. His eyes flutter briefly shut, and he sighs. ]

Point being, war between these two would be irrational. The old man we spoke with said no one really wants to start anything, but I don't know how true that is. I haven't tried to approach the nobles.

[ He really doesn't look or act the part, and he knows it. Nor does he have an escort. ]

If you've spoken to any of them, what's the mood? What do they want?

[ He cards a hand through his hair, frowning slightly. ]

They're the key to this, I think. Certainly the key to actually meeting that empress of theirs. So if you've got info, or if you've made any connections, spill it.

moneyballer

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skeet skeet

webdesigned

[The feed flickers on rather suddenly, tracing over a burned down campfire with a few footsteps spread here and there. Not all of them are worth tracking, though, some are from the party members that had stumbled on the campfire in the first place. There's some hushed discussion just behind, though nothing really clear enough to understand. Don't worry, though, Peter is more than happy to address the rest of the team.

The camera swings to him, instead of the remnants of a fire. He waves — and then he's down to business.]

Yo. [Just kidding, apparently he had to greet everyone first. For once he does not announce both of his names, instead diving right into their discovery.] So, we were poking around the Flowerlands, and in here past a few ogres, maybe three, wasn't counting, we found... something, that's for sure.

There's this fire, though it seems like it's been dead awhile. We also found a note...

[He pauses to pick it up, and despite having no clue how to read it, the handy magitek translator fills it in for him.]

Mentions a, Tsukiko? Kaori? ... and that the group camping here regrets not "convincing any of the Flowerlands Guard to their side" before they moved on to another checkpoint, where they want to meet the other two.

[There's a bit more to the note, he's paraphrasing a bit, but feel free to ask him to read it exactly if you'd like to know.]

It seems they feared the women of the Flowerlands were suspicious of their activities in this area... but. There was also this. Do excuse me, Peter-

[The young girl sitting next to your broadcaster interjects, leaning into frame and holding up a ring pinched between two fingers. A signet ring, with marine-themed markings of the Sea Clan.]

Of course, we cannot say this is proof, per se, but. Considering the news brought to us about those who carried out the ambush...

[Right. It does look, at the very least, a little fishy. haha. get it.... sorry. Peter nods, and glances Sieglinde's way.]

Yeah. Thanks, Sieg. [Is it too soon for nicknames in their budding friendship? whoops...] That's it for now.

ooc: peter is blue and Sieglinde is green! this search happened after the ambush and the fire is of the group that was responsible for the attacks at the festival, per mods. scott, anthy, or clark could interject on this post as well since the search happened together! go wild!

sololoquy

[Kylo Ren’s voice comes through the magitek a few hours after the chaos of the ambush has evaporated.]

I have discovered some information of importance that may aid us going forward.

[Look at him, being a team player. He has grown up so much. (No he hasn’t)]

As it turns out, our terrorists are not affiliated with the colors they wear. I was able to determine that they acted alone, without the instruction of the Empress of the Crashing Wave.

I believe an unknown third party may be attempting to escalate tension in order to incite civil war between the clans.

sadgay

Quick poll: if you received a scroll claiming to be instructions for a magic spell, what would you think are the odds that it's some elaborate joke?

For clarification, this isn't entirely hypothetical.

kisha

It seems this world is similar to my own.

I will take your questions, before one of you ends up causing an incident.

If you plan to actually attempt to blend in here... find me. You will need far more than just words to guide you.

[No offense, but she's seen how some of you act... and some of your dressing attempts.

Though her attempt at offering to help maybe isn't that much better.]

pummelling

[As the world crumbles around them and Zymandis’ castle looms ahead of them, a massive specter hanging just above ALASTAIR’s heads... Kung Jin’s on the jewelcomms. He’s clearly hustling forward on a mid-sized platform, the view of his face occasionally obscured by fog; even then, there’s a steely determination in his eyes, his furrowed brow.]

Let’s set some things straight.

[The platform wobbles a little and he stops to steady himself. It’s rare, to see him clothed in full uniform, but now is a good a time as any to bear that ALASTAIR-emblazoned coat. He tugs at a sleeve, which has bunched up slightly under the shoulder pauldron he’d been wearing on his way into Oska the very first time.]

I don’t know whether it’s just us picking this message up or if it’s all ALASTAIR members currently running around this track-and-field nightmare, but... bottom line, there’s a lot of us, and not a lot of stable ground. Climbing all the way up to that [here, he gestures up at the castle with his bow still in hand] and not getting shot would’ve been an ordeal on normal footing.

[His face falters. For a moment, there’s anxiety in his expression; as if he’s only now learning of all of the things he’s voicing to Audentes. (He isn’t, though he’s done what he could to avoid dwelling on the sheer scope of it all.) He recovers quickly, and it’s out of faith in the mission, not of saving face.] FYI, gang: we’ve got these things for a reason. You need somebody to drag you up a platform and I’m just out of shouting range? Shoot me a message. Or shoot everybody a message. Somebody’s gotta be around, even if we start getting separated. Don’t forget to ask for help.

[There’s an unnatural pause. There’s so much on his mind that, for once, loudmouthed Kung Jin is truly lost for words.]

...This is it, Audentes. End of the line. We might not agree on-- well, most everything, but we’re not half bad of a team if we've gotten this far, right?

Don’t give in just yet. We’ve got this in the bag.

[ooc: please do threadjack around and assume jin's responding at all points of the latest log! this is intended to be the equivalent of "yelling at your team on mic in a multiplayer game" lmao so please have at it and happy finale-ing futuros]

cashlin

Hey, Audentes!

[Remember this face? No? That's fine, she only remembered the name "Audentes" from all the outside ALASTAIR gossip to begin with. Lilith, making a beeline through a line of other recruits to the teleportation pads, waves one-handed at the camera.]

Nice job fucking up Zymandis' shit, I guess. You really should've blown more of the ship up, t-b-h, but hey, what can you do? [Shrug.] Before I get off track 'cause of explosions, though, I've got a very important question:

What has nobody called dibs on it yet? On the mothership, I mean.

[A passing elven recruit from another team casts her a dirty look in the corner of the feed--] --Oh, come on, you guys kept the friggin' thing AND all the people in it, what're we supposed to do, put the ship in a museum? If we're gonna be wiping Zymandis out, we need all the help we can get. Know what we call that? The spoils of war, kiddies. And the Zymandis armory-- if there is one-- is gonna be some sweet spoils indeed.

Anything corrosive or incendiary's mine, by the way. Calling 'em now. Doubt it'll be Maliwan-quality, but...

respired

[ It's the most horrible time of the year, and for once, Koltira is semi-lucid enough to say so. Sort of. The pain of long restraint muddies his thoughts; garbles his speech. His voice is thick, halting. He can't maintain coherent thought for long. ]

I have isolated myself in the woods. If you value your life--you will stay away.

[ HERE'S WHERE TO GO IF YOU DON'T VALUE YOUR LIFE ]

rosewitch

Since it does seem as though we have some time on our hands, I have a request. If it's too much trouble, I understand; don't feel obligated to listen.

I don't have a great deal of physical strength. I can be useful in the efforts against Zymandis, but so far I've only been a burden in physical conflicts. There's no way to learn to fight in the time we have, I know, but if I could learn even a small amount of self-defense, I would be less likely to get in the way. If there is anyone on the team with time to spare, I would do my best to learn quickly.

I can also provide services in return if that's helpful. I'm good at cleaning.

Your time and attention is much appreciated.

[(´ ꒳ ` ✿) come the fuq at her saionji go on step and say somethin]

unholey

[At this point, Audentes has firmly seized control of the bridge. The annoying message about how intruders will be neutralized has finally been turned off. The monsters have been slain and/or befriended. Getting the rest of the ship under control is still a work in progress. Everyone's got shit to do.

Which is what makes this video so odd. The feed flickers to ... well, okay, it's an impressively fancy view out into outer space. It's pretty cool. But it's also literally nothing?]

[This is where Fugo slides in. Or, well. Floats in. He appears from the left side of the frame, looking for all the world as if he's lounging on his side in thin air, propelled by nothing. There are somewhat worrying smears of blood on his labcoat--but other than a split lip and bruised knuckles, Fugo himself appears to be unhurt. It's probably fine. The floating would be weird, if the entire ship weren't currently experiencing a malfunction with its gravity.]

To whoever is on the bridge, fucking around with the ship's settings-- oh, shit. [He ... misjudged how long he had in the frame. Well, bye Fugo. There's an off-camera thump. Some more swearing. And then, after a brief pause, Fugo floats in from the right side of the frame, this time looking slightly more disheveled.] Whatever you did, undo it, zero gravity makes things more difficult for us than them at this point.

[Rather than floating off screen again, he twists in mid-air to a cross-legged position.]

And as long as we're here. I figure we've got the bridge, but where is everyone? How are capture slash containment options going, since we're seizing the ship rather than crashing it? If you got messed up in the fighting, now is probably a good time to connect with one of our healers.

ex_mettacrusher33

[Do you know what's a horrible way to end your personal mission to charm your way through an enemy ship? A sudden onslaught of violence and the sad truth that you need to abandon your martini if you don't want its glass gouged into your face.

Despite this, Mettaton seems no worse for wear. In fact, the feed cuts to him in his humanoid form, sirens wailing in the distance, and patting the hand of some... well, she's not pretty by human standards, so let's just call her a sharp-toothed, scaled, snarling beast. From the deep scars lining her leathery skin, she obviously came from the fighting pit.]

Inopportune time for a message, yes, but let's be honest. Is there going to be a better time aside from, say, 12 hours ago?

[The hulking alien snarls at his side and flexes her claws. Mettaton pats her hand again.]

To those of you with the privilege to listen for a moment, I'd like to request one thing: before unleashing total destruction on ALL of our opponents, please practice a tiny bit of mercy. The next person you come across might just be a friend in need.

[A scream rings out nearby. Ugh.]

On that note, in regards to our more rowdy friends:

I saw those pits in the bar and they aren't going to fit everyone. It might be more cushy than some of the people here deserve, but does anyone have a better idea than a little house arrest? Plenty of space in the bedrooms, after all.

[A beat.]

And don't say "out the airlock."

fateality

This probably goes without saying if you've already dealt with this, but as a kind heads up if you do come faced with this: if you get any kind of crap on you while nosing around the labs, wash it off immediately. Even if it's just on your clothes.

If you're experiencing some off effect, it's not permanent, but I sure as hell can't heal it out of you.

So try not to panic, don't 100% buy into everything that you see or experience, and maybe just sleep it off. That's my recommendation.

purrtagonist

[about four or so hours after the infiltration of the Mothership mission begins, a message appears on the network. it's in text, mostly because. . . uh. talking into one's magitek about an undercover mission while surrounded by enemy agents is probably not wise]

So has anyone come up with a code name for themselves yet?

[. . . yep. . .]

An undercover spy mission seems like a good chance for just that. Think about it-- you can finally be the person you've always wanted to be with the name you've always wanted to have. Viking. Sapphire. Velociraptor. I think the possibilities are pretty endless.

[THAT SAID]

Though it'd probably be nice to meet all of you without the mask of a code name, first. I keep running into people I don't know, and I can't tell who is an ally and who isn't.

[. . .]

I call dibs on the name 002.

[a very serious post during a very serious mission? also? help the new guy out by introducing yourself so he can stop freaking out every time he runs into someone new!!]

forcevisions

Did anyone else find something weird in their rooms? I think someone was in mine.

[ ooc; feel free to threadjack & mingle accordingly if you want to do fun/cute threads about this ]

secondnature

[This message shows up about an hour after their arrival in the Mothership. Keith has had it made clear to him that if he doesn't handle this appropriately, then some of the people who have volunteered will take care of it themselves. If there's any better reason to step up (to be the leader his team back home believes he can be), this is it. It's text because they can't risk being overheard.]

Hey. Some of you don't know what the taraxa are, or what that has to do with our mission. I thought I'd begin there, and then make it clear what we're doing here with that.

A year ago, we had a mission on Perdition's Rest. That's when our team first learned about Zymandis and their goals. They utilize taraxa agents. These agents are slugs that take over someone's mind against their will. The person loses themselves, but ALASTAIR has developed a means to get most of them back. The problem is that they're a part of a hive mind led by the Mother. They can communicate with each other so long as she's active.

That should make our goal here clear.

1. We need to identify the location of the Mother and take her out. This is a necessary casualty to save as many of the hosts' lives as we can.

2. We need to identify taraxa agents. Kal and Rhys both have means to scan for taraxa-affected brains. Work with them if you need someone confirmed. Once they're confirmed and the Mother is down, we put them to sleep until we can rift them back to Oska. We'll need to find a safe place to gather the bodies.

3. Once the Mother is identified, we take her out, and then we head for the rest of the taraxa agents.

We need to work quickly.

And I KNOW some of you will think we're better off killing the hosts than risking Oska, but that's stupid. They never asked for this! Plus, we put down a Zymandis force before. We'll do it again. So don't even try it. I already remember all that from last year. Trust me. I've heard it all before.

So, let's do this the right way this time.

[It wouldn't be Keith without the little bit of abrasiveness at the end.]

fintastic

Since we're going to be leaving again soon, I have a REALLY important question for everyone. It came up recently in a couple of conversations I was having, and I think knowing everyone's answers will help us become stronger as a team! This is a safe place, so say whatever you think! There is no wrong answer. 38)

So my very important question is: what are your thoughts on puns?

slingshots

a couple things:
what kinda gig did you run back home? the 9-5, you know. humor me, i got a theory.
also, what's the worst ever happened taking the kitchen up on all that chow? anything?

fine, make that a FEW things, here's the one more:
if anyone got spare chicken, or animal training tips, pipe up. i'll take them all.

sadgay

[When the video feed flickers on, the team will see Asher and Connor side by side, sharply dressed and poised to deliver a pitch. Around them spans the castle’s library, its shelves looming and brimming with books and its lanterns glowing in the dimness that encourages a studious sort of quiet. A quiet that is about to come to an end as Connor opens his mouth.]

This is a public service announcement from the offices of-- [He cues the other man.]

A-Milly from over the hillyyyyyy~♪

--and Connor Walsh, attorneys at law.

[*They are not real attorneys. They have not passed the bar exam in any state, country, planet, or dimension.]

Welcome to Espionage 101, or as we prefer to call it--

[They part to reveal the easel chalkboard that waits behind them, across which Asher writes with gusto:]

--How to get away with lying. Responsibly! And not like a lil’ bitch.

[Asher finds it necessary enough to add their addendum to the title in tiny parentheses.]

Now, seeing as most of you are totez clueless when it comes to this whole fake identity thing, we’d like to give you a couple of pointers to start, so you uh. Don’t blow the whole operation and risk Zymandis kickin’ our keisters, ‘cause if ya ask me? Those guys are the definition of cray cray.

[The look Connor gives him is only half as judgmental as it could be. Why does he insist on resurrecting the most ancient of lingo… Nevertheless, he continues the spiel.]

The most basic rule of lying is: keep it simple, stupid. Elaborating doesn’t make your lie more believable, it just makes it more likely that you’ll shoot yourself in the foot by saying something moronic. Remember, anything you say can and will be used against you in space court. If these guys even believe in giving a fair trial, which they probably don’t, seeing as they’re supposed to be the bad guys.

Anyway, if someone starts asking questions, give as little as possible. You don’t have to plead the fifth, because let’s be real, most of the time that just makes you seem more shady.

[The doughier of the two nods vigorously in the background, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead and casting a shadow over his face, in an effort to provide an illustrative example.]

And because we’re the nicest people ever, we’re offerin’ our services to all of our Audentes homies, free of charge.

So. You in?

grunehexe

[Here is Sieglinde Sullivan, looking far cleaner and primly dressed than she has been in quite some time. Not looking exactly pleased, but not looking as sullen as she has in her last broadcasts, either.]

Greetings. It is I, Sieglinde Sullivan- the Green Witch.

I know only a handful of you remain who remember the world called Chantes, but a member of our team from that time, Sebastian Michaelis, has made his way back to Audentes.

Sebastian is a man of my own world, and you will find him both a capable servant in all domestic capacities as well as more... athletic pursuits. I can certainly vouch for his usefulness, and his availability.

I am sure if you require modifications to the Zymandis uniforms issued for the upcoming mission, he may be of service. For example.

However, please do not trouble him with any questions about his time since his team transfer- as he has no memory of ever being with us.

... I will leave you to contemplate what that means.

[She hasn't spoken to any people about her fears regarding if they will be allowed to leave ALASTAIR with memories intact, but.

She ends the post with a respectful dip of her head.]

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