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[ Everyone's camping. That's fun, isn't it? Well, before people get ahead of themselves, there's some more news that's waiting. Following Keith and Rey's conversation—and Keith being set right about their shared misconceptions thanks to some clarifications from ALASTAIR—they've finally regrouped enough for … this. If you've ever wondered how good Keith is at sharing information, it's probably along the lines of "not good."

So, this should be good, basically. (At least he has Rey to back him up.)

The two of them are sitting side by side on the outskirts of camp so that they can make their announcement undisturbed. Keith's sporting a warmer jacket and Rey was all but swallowed in the hood of her ALASTAIR uniform, which fit ill now in the light of the doubts that the holodisc shed on them.

After a beat of them … sitting there, Keith awkwardly clears his throat in what sounds like an ineffectual manner: ]

Uh, hey. We have something to tell you all today. [ A beat. Another beat. He glances toward Rey, as if he suddenly feels like she's the one who should talk.

While Rey clearly doesn’t appreciate the hand-off, her shoulders rustling as she composes herself, she can’t deny the responsibility. She directs her gaze towards him for a moment, wrestling with something, before she relents. ]

I made a mistake. [ It seems the simplest place to start when most of them had seen precisely what happened with the Reverend. ] We need to make sure that none of you repeat it. When I killed … [ She can’t muster that admission, not properly, not in this context. So she starts again. ] When the Reverend died, something came out of him. Some kind of parasite.

[ Right, he knows Rey's body language enough to realize where he should probably help. If if were anyone else, that might not be the case, but somehow, they've become friends. It's an odd thing for him, and when she finishes speaking, he preps himself. All right, he can do this. He can do this. ]

The parasite is called the Taraxa. I didn't get a chance to look at a holodisc I found until after the fighting war over, and um, I'm sorry for not coming forward sooner. We wanted to check back with ALASTAIR first. [ He pauses here, but briefly. ]

Anyway, the Taraxa are supposed to be a peaceful group now. They've worked with ALASTAIR via some temporary hosts as spies, but obviously, none of us would call the Deemers peaceful. Rey and I don't know what happened, or if these are some … special branch that decided to go rogue. I don't know. But I think we've got a bigger mess to deal with here than just the mines and mining. [ He offers Rey a brief glance. Keith can't even begin to guess what the Deemers are really doing. He can't. But between the fires and disappearances, he figures they can't just ignore this. ]

They’re also supposed to have hosts that they build instead of steal, but that’s obviously not the case. It’s possible but dangerous to communicate with them because they follow a hivemind they consider their Mother, which is red instead of ... [ Grimly, she raises the dessicated carcass of the beige slug she’d evinced from the Reverend’s corpse. It seemed an odd thing, now, to hold onto it like some kind of trophy, but she hadn’t been ready to let it go, as if holding onto the horror of what she had done. ] Though there’s no clear way to tell when you’re dealing with a Mother while she’s in a host, as far as I can tell.

Until we know more, travel in pairs, and try to avoid lethal force; the Deemers aren’t acting of their own free will.

Or … their hosts aren't, anyway. I guess it's really the same thing, huh? Most importantly, if you have a way of scanning people's brains, let us know. It wasn't clear in the file how to stop them exactly, but heat and salt seem like our best bets. Uh, death and decapitation work, too, but I think we're gonna try to avoid that from now on.

[ Sulky silence quieted Rey, on that note, and she ended the transmission abruptly. ]

[ ooc; if it isn't clear, Rey and Keith. ]

whatshimadayou

It is my understanding that we were gathered to function as a team. A concept that is, perhaps, difficult for many of us to become accustomed to, but a path we have had no choice but to take in any case.

Yet here we are, already faced with danger enough from our missions, and we are equally forced to fear one of our own as well?

Explain to me why we should endure the presence of a monster who cannot keep his nature in check. How many were injured by Koltira's hand, yet all of us remain silent.

ex_adept136

It's occurred to me that since our membership shifts and our backgrounds vary so much, it might be good to compare what we're capable of. More to the point, I was thinking we might be able to help each other pick up relevant skills, if not hone the ones we already have.

If people are looking to train or think they could help others, why don't we discuss that here? I know at least a few of us don't have backgrounds in combat, for example. On our first day here I met someone who wasn't familiar with firearms but might get good use out of the skill, for another.

In my case, I have experience training others and can help with hand-to-hand combat. I can work with people ranging from average human strength to well above it. I've got some skill with swords and knives, but I wouldn't compare that to someone who specializes in them, and that's something I'd like to work on. In terms of non-combative skills, if someone wants to work on something like cooking, I'm reasonably helpful there.

Let's see how we can help each other improve.

[ooc: Please feel free to thread-hop/jack here, that's what this is for!]

daimeinashi

[Sai hasn't entirely worked out how to use this whole magic jewelry network thing yet, but the thought-typing is relatively straightforward enough. So:]

is it truly wise to be rescuing the qorral ?
should a significant number of them perish, it will be far easier to complete our secondary mission of stopping the mining efforts

mayora13

[If that train ride was any indication, the dangers noted in their dossiers were absolutely real. Seeing so many of the Qorral armed only confirmed the necessity for more coordination than they'd had on the previous mission.

Being the ~~control freak~~ police officer that he was, Hijikata wouldn't waste any time setting something up.]

This mission needs coordination, there's a lot of 'bad land' between us and the Deemers. [Could they hire locals to escort them? Maybe. At a price that was sure to gouge their pockets.]

We'll need to travel in groups. Each one should have several who can fight, and at least one who can negotiate. No one goes alone.

I'll organize them if necessary, but you guys can use this to find your own too. [He doesn't want to hold everyone's damn hands. Just most of them? He'll step in if he deems it necessary.]

So reply with the following information:

1) Name
2) Skill Set
3) Availability
4) Supplies in Possession
5) Supplies Needed / Special Accommodations

asscan

[It's a couple of days before the mission will take precedence, and Laedo has finally recovered from his embarrassing childhood-throwback. The tone around the castle has been sombre, embarrassed... and he's learned a few things in his months trying to fit in among humans.

One of those things he's learned is that bipeds motherfucking love a dragonback ride... and given he needs to pack so little, the idea strikes him to offer, if only to fill his days and cheer those up who have never had their flat feet leave the ground.

So here he is, reclining in the sunny courtyard, scudding clouds chugging along the fragment of sky above and behind him as he peers into his jewel, and the network at large.]

Who among you would like to touch the sky? I do not offer often, but I am willing to trade the pleasure for later favours... providing you can contain yourselves not to dig in heels or pull at hair.

[Still, his tone is less arch than it has been in the past. He's been working hard to gain perspective. He doesn't want to start this next mission on the wrong foot.]

boneafide

[The video starts up, and look! IIt's Papyrus, back to normal and definitely not a traumatized king!

To those who have never seen him before, well… He's a skeleton!! A very loud one. He's shouting while gesturing grandly to himself when he starts:]

HELLO, EVERYONE! IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!

Now, you may think to yourself, "WHAT HAVE I DONE TODAY TO BE BLESSED WITH A VIDEO OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS??" The answer is simple!! Be here and have magic jewelry!!

"BUT WAIT!!" You wonder!! "WHY HAS HE DECIDED TO GRACE ME WITH HIS PRESENCE!!" Another simple answer!! I've decided I'm going to teach those here who don't know what certain things are what they are!!

[Starting with the kitchen, Papyrus points at the large refrigerator.]

This is a refrigerator! Also known as a "fridge!" You put food inside of it, and it keeps it cold so you can eat it later!

[To demonstrate the point, he opens the fridge, and inside are six containers all with the word SPAGHET written on them, in Papyrus' hand writing.]

-And before you ask why you would want cold food… you don't! Unless it's meant to be cold. But then you just take it out, put it in the oven or boil it, and it's good to eat again! Usually I use a microwave, but sometimes nothing beats a good ol' bucket of oven-heated pasta!!

Next we have… cameras!!

[And with that, Papyrus holds up a cute looking instant polaroid camera.]

With this, you can take a picture of something, and it prints it out on paper you can keep! I'd demonstrate, but this is Olivia's, not mine. People use it to take pictures of their friends or themselves, so you can always relive the memories of the past!! Unless you want to forget them, in which case, do NOT get a camera, and instead get alcohol!!

Moving on to this!!

[It's deodorant.]

EVERYONE WHO ISN'T USING THIS, NEEDS TO USE THIS.

[One brief moment of staring hard at the communicator later, he continues.]

Now, there's many, many, many, many, many…. many things I still need to go over, so listen up!!

[He turns his communication jewelry to face down at the pile of "modern" objects he's collected in front of him. Said pile includes things like:

a cellphone, a selfie-stick, a scrap of paper with the word "ANIME" on it, an umbrella, hair curlers and straighteners, an mp3 player, a box of spaghetti, and various drawings of things like cars, televisions, airplanes, to name a few.

Perhaps your character even sees something there not listed… ]

Anything you see here, you can ask about, and I will explain it to you!! I will be your educational guide to the future and wonder of modern technology!!

agrizzlysin

[It's King's device that begins recording, but he's not the only one in view. Both he and Haise Sasaki are planted in a corner of Oska's library, surrounded by books that they are no longer able to decipher. The books in their laps are clearly only frustrating them, and the rest represent a lifetime of squinting. A plate with a half-eaten cheese sandwich sits between them, and Haise is nursing a cup of coffee. He looks like he needs it. They both do, though King doesn't even bother trying to hide how fed up he is. Once he's sure the recording is go, he nods to Haise and begins a dialogue.

Then the text begins to appear.]

Audentes.

The library is completely useless right now, so we have a question for all of you instead.

[Haise, who is following the text as it appears, steps in here. His tone is noticeably less curt.]

We got to talking back on Zeta-12, and ever since, we've been wondering... How many of you guys have heard stories or myths about a place called Camelot? If you'd be willing to share them, we'd like to compare.

[This time Haise nods, finished, but King throws in one last detail.]

Especially if it's not just a myth.

[As King reaches for that cheese sandwich, the video ends.]

selfimage

[ the sound of the wind storm hollows dully against the cave walls. Loki's squidge, Bacon, can half be seen crawling in the confines of his tacky green jacket and over his knee from where he sits, sometimes ducking and squeaking when a particularly large gust hits. to keep it from screaming, Loki offers his fingers absently, which the little squidge pulls on with its pudgy arms before ducking low again. ]

Hello there, it seems like we'll be waiting this out for some time considering the weather-type circumstances. While we're all rotting away, etcetera etcetera, I thought we could amuse ourselves with a game. A little bit of team bonding funtimes, so to say. [ he twists a dark nailed hand in the air, gesturing. ]

Soo—oo ... it's called Two Truths and a Lie. How do you play? Glad you asked, it's simple! Give two true statements about yourself and add a lie to the mix, shake it up then toss it out there and see if your team members know you well enough to spot the lie.

Usually this is done with copious amounts of alcohol, but we're lacking at the moment. [ pause. ] But—ah—you could always enjoy the satisfaction of being right. It's not like we're doing much else.

NOTE | Feel free to threadjack if that's your thing!! :****

nishishi

[The feed is going to start up easier than it did last time. Looks like someone's actually learning how to use his communicator--how about that.

Either way, the face that Luffy's making this time around is a little bit unreadable. A smile is on his face, but somehow, if you're someone used to the sort of expression this man usually makes--it's clear that there's something not quite right with it.

Even if the tone that lights up the speakers is a bright one.]

Everyone been having fun yet? It's been messy, right? I hope no-one got too hurt when it came to the big ugly swamp monster. [After all, he'd gotten quite beaten up by it. Look at the bandages and scrapes on his hands and face.]

Even if you did, there's lots'a people here to fix you up, Like Torao. But anyway.

Have any of you seen Ace? My brother. He's always flying ahead of me when we go on adventures together, and he did it again this time around. So I think he got lost.

I'm sure we'll find him when the mission's over, but you know!!
It's not fair, I wanted to be the one who got ahead this time.

[He's so steeped in denial, it might hurt to hear. Sorry.]

evantuality

Hey, uh...

[Just Evan's voice comes through the network, and quietly at that. It's some terrible wee hour of the morning, that liminal time when no one should really be awake. The moon has set, not that Evan has his curtains open to let the stars interrupt his small bubble of quiet.

At home he'd pop on a tablet, see if any of his friends from other timezones were online, shoot the shit before sleep took him again. Here, there's no such such luck for an easy distraction, but perhaps the ALASTAIR recruits can make use of the same principles.]

Anyone else awake?

[Insomniacs unite: surely there's got to be one or two other night-birds out there.]

heavyhitter

So we got a buncha old fashioned guys who are used to swinging around swords all the time and stuff, right? It seems like it, I can't go 20 feet without tripping over someone that's never seen a minipad before. God, would it kill that rift stuff to start taking more people from the modern era?

Anyway, point is I need one of you guys — or, hell, a buncha you guys — to start teaching. I've got some students in mind, foremost being me, because the training room here doesn't cut it if you've never even seen a fucking sword before. And if anyone else sucks at medieval stuff too lemme know, we'll make it a whole party.

Achilles and Koltira, you guys are my top medieval guys that know what you're doing, don't you fucking ignore this.

[ a beat ]

Also, I've got this little super strength issue where I might break any weapons I try and use, so... there's that, too. Still working on that obstacle. Any ideas, lemme know.

[ ooc: here's a planning post for teaching stuff!! ]

winces

[ apologies, alastair, but this particular video will start off with a sharp (but brief!) squeal of joy.

it takes a second, but eventually the hologram will focus, and the image of a very excited-looking olivia will come into view. for those that have known her before this, she might appear a little different than she did before, but there is definitely no mistaking that kind of bubbley, nervous energy, the kind she can barely seem to contain right now. ]

Ohmygosh, hi! It's so good to be back...

[ nothing against nalawi, of course, but those extra three months behind had been tough on her more sentimental heart. she missed you guys!!

the more perceptive ones might have noted her absence in oska (though it had only been for two days), though she is hardly the only case of random absence then sudden reappearance among their number. she does, however, come with news!

apologies for the following gushing... ]( cut for gushing... smh )

[ ah. is she getting a little misty-eyed from how unbelievably awesome everyone is? IT'S JUST SO NICE TO HAVE GOOD THINGS TO REPORT ABOUT OKAY... after all the sadness that had been their mission... ]

A-Anyway. It's — been a while, hasn't it? I think? [ she glances around where she is (the area where the main celebration had been happening) and frowns a little. ] But not as long as it was for us. Time's kind of funny like that, I guess.

[ ...ah. speaking of good news: ]

Oh. Just in case any of you were worried — I asked Dagny about it a while ago. She told me that when ALASTAIR recruits are returned to their worlds, we'll be brought back to the exact moment we'd fallen into the rift. So it'll be like we never left. So, um. That's a little comforting, I think? We don't have to worry about anyone worrying about us.

[ it's good news... but it's also a bit bittersweet. since maybe of them are still here, stuck. but though her voice has grown a bit more somber, she still puts on a smile. good things now. now's the time to focus on good things! ]

Anyway... I'll be around, if anyone has any more questions about the Nalawi, or anything like that! You can ask any of the others who stayed behind, too, they'll probably be able to give you better information actually, heh...

( ooc; feel free to respond here, or approach her here. threadjack, stalk, go crazy! also I APOLOGIZE if i missed anybody/any details... ;A; pls inform me or blame it on olivia's flightiness... )

ex_adept136

Like a few others here, I'm among those who met the goddess Nalanni. And like others there are things I learned from having a conversation with her. First and foremost, I'd like to request some help in conveying a message she intended for her people.

She wanted them to know that she loves them, and that she knows they can go on without her.

At the time, I was struck with the thought that she'd considered her own passing a possibility. And now that I've seen mentions of slaying gods here, it seems she wasn't wrong. Maybe some of you know more than me, but I'm not convinced it's the only way. Having said that, I'm not blind to the reality that those are our orders, and that there are those who will follow them.

I'm more interested in helping the Nalawi. I gave my word that I would do whatever I could, and so... To those who are already making efforts to ensure the Nalawi are able to sustain themselves, whatever may come, I'd like to volunteer any help I can provide.

If anyone wants further information on the conversation I had with Nalanni, please let me know. I'm unsure how much would be redundant, since admittedly, I've picked up on recent developments here and there.

asscan

[The stars are out and the moon is bright overhead. Laedo's bulk is mostly hidden from view in this video broadcast, just an inhuman face with long ears, a spray of arcing horns rolling down his spine, and a countenance like a big, sullen cat. Good luck getting rest, if you've finally managed to get to sleep. His voice doesn't rumble with the same resonance as it would have in person, but it's bigger than a human's, and deeper. There's a bit of an abrasive guttural rumble like a motorcycle in idle behind the sharper of his words.]

Who among you have spoken to the goddesses in question to be put on the gallows?

[Evan, if he winds up getting flayed for outing himself here, he's taking you with him.]

historiology

Ah, hopefully I'm getting this right....I've only ever replied to others before this. But -- I think I've got it! Hey everyone. I'm Sorey. Been here a while, with some friends from home at least - Edna, Mikleo, and Dezel. Alisha too. But I'm not here to talk about them.

I was talking to Dagny -- one of the people working with ALASTAIR, when she and the Timeline were telling us what they think we should do. I don't want to have to kill anyone -- god or otherwise. But if it does come to that, we can at least prepare. Prepare the Nalawi to survive without their powers. Teach them some of the skills we know. I could teach them to hunt. To fight. Or -- they don't seem to need much if any help in that regard, but....you know. I figured if everyone has something they're good at, that we can pass on to them, it would help them a lot. If the Timeline was right. What does everyone else think? I think it's worth a try.

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Entries tagged with haise sasaki (tokyo ghoul: re)

video. UN: JAKKU

audio; un: okami

text | un: Sasaki

text; un: sai

text; un mayora

Video: L . L

Video; YOU WILL BE SCHOOLED HERE

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Will somebody please think of the children

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