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So we are to fight. [Odinson is freshly bathed, his hair tied back in a knot. There's a new light in his eyes at the promise of this. Killing robots is a task well-suited to him. This he can do.]

Being newly-come to this group, I know few of you, and few of you know me. I would know the skills and knowledge of those I will fight alongside. Or die alongside, if this enemy is truly so formidable. [The half-smile that follows indicates he doesn't quite believe that's a possibility.]

Myself, I am Odinson, of Asgardia, God of Thunder. [There's the slightest hesitation there, for anyone who'll notice such a thing. Something unsaid.] I have fought across the nine realms of my universe, and will fight here with hammer or blade or my fists until the enemy is routed or I am slain. If any wish to spar or learn to fight in the days before we are summoned to Oska, you have only to call on me.

Likewise, any tacticians or those with knowledge of Oska or the enemy, share your knowledge. We ought have some plan before we are shipped back. [Is that sarcasm???]

scarredhorns

Hey. [Awkward pause, because Lucy has no idea how to address so many people at once. She'd rather not make such an announcement, but this needed to be said.]

If you've noticed that I seem to have two different personalities, that's because I do.

[There's another pause to let that information sink in.]

I'm called Lucy, though you may already know the other me, Nyuu. If you don't know either of us, then know this warning:

I don't know how Nyuu became aware of my existence as some have informed me, but should you ever have a problem with me in the future, you will address it to me alone and not Nyuu. You will leave her out of the matter. I'd rather Nyuu not become embittered by the time we're sent home.

Should you choose to ignore my warning--

[Lucy had been sitting on a rock outside of the remains of town and there was a gigantic piece of debris from an enemy ship right behind her. Soon the grating sound of metal being crushed fills the air, thanks to four of her vectors. The metal moans and groans and screeches in protest until it's nothing more than a twisted mess.]

I don't mind using intimidation to get my message across.

boneafide

[The video starts with VERY loud music, and a very dizzying, swinging view of the inside of one of the fighter ships. From the coloring of white and gold, one can assume it’s from the Zymandis. The next thing one might note is the sheer amount of fire present inside of the jet. That cockpit is not exactly big, and one can say maybe it’s about 75% fire at this point.

Eventually, a gloved hand picks up the necklace communicator, and holds it up to show himself in said cockpit of said burning fighter jet. The skeleton is smiling widely, while also off on the side frantically pressing buttons, pulling levers- basically, the things someone does when they have no idea what they are doing. ]

HELLO, FELLOW AL DENTE FRIENDS!!

[Papyrus means Audente, but...]

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY’RE SAYING IN THIS SONG, BUT IT SOUNDS GREAT!! Anyway!! I have obtained one of the fighter jets from the… What were their names again?

[He pauses in his button pressing for just a moment, and then shrugs. Meanwhile, the entire plane is definitely shaking wildly, of which Papyrus really doesn’t seem too bothered.]

But don’t worry, I am not alone here! Fire is my co-pilot!!

[Fire makes a bad co-pilot it seems, because there’s another loud explosion that definitely ISN’T the music. If anyone happens to be looking at the sky during this time, you will definitely be hearing (MUFFLED DAME MAS GASOLINA) playing in the distance as Papyrus’ newly acquired fighter jet is definitely about to crash and blow up.]

You know, they really should label the “land” button on these things!! I’ll figure it out, though. How’s everyone else doing!!

[Probably better than Papyrus.]

yaomomo

[The audio is a soft, almost gentle but firm presence in people's minds, insistent on getting her message across. Unfortunately, she's a bit wordy, so hopefully she doesn't lose her audience immediately.]

Good day to everyone. My name is Creaty.

I hope everyone has been doing well? With the recent events being as they are, we've all been kept on our toes more often than not.

For today, I would like to propose an idea for the general populace. Recently, with some tasks and missions I've taken up, and with the constant change in environment, I have been trying something that I thought may be worth mentioning. To put it simply, with each world that we visit, we encounter new materials that we could easily lose access to when we travel to a new place. These materials may be of some use to us as well, whether it be for battle, recovery, maintenance or the likes. I believe that this kind of thing is unfortunate, as sometimes we could also lose opportunities to maximize the results of our efforts if we have the right equipment.

So, I'm proposing the chance of recreating these materials that you may have gathered from past missions, but do not have enough to make use of. I have the ability to do such a thing, though there are limits to it. For one, it cannot be a living object, as anything that constantly changes in composition is difficult to recreate and even dangerous. This also goes for food, or anything that needs to be consumed. Another is that the more foreign the object is to me, the longer it takes me to learn to break it down. However, I am interested in not only improving my skills, but also being able to make use of what we gather from each mission to help with future missions.

I do have some conditions I'd like to impose. I would like to only be approached for things that you are certain will benefit the community, and not simply for entertainment purposes. I would also have the right to reject any items I don't deem fit to recreate, or I simply can't. If these are fine, then I'd love to be able to assist people in any way I can.

blessure

[Considering all that's happened there isn't much Félix can do to look as presentable as he would prefer when addressing the others here, but he has done his best. His sprawl is casual in the way of someone who likely spent a good amount of time making certain his clothing fell just so and his blond hair is artfully dishevelled to frame his face. While it's not quite the level of excessive presentation that would be expected in the circles he usually moves within, it will have to do. After a moment to allow the unseen audience to take a look at him, Félix finally speaks.]

While it has been terribly interesting to see everyone arguing about what we should do here, where we should all focus our efforts and such, I can't help but wonder why it is that there doesn't seem to be anyone in charge of our... [Here he pauses delicately.] Band of heroes?

I cannot confess much experience in military matters, but even so it seems strange to me to send a company of forces anywhere without someone to report to and keep them in line. Not to mention it seems as though it would help a great deal with conflicts such as the one we're currently facing if there were a captain or commander to lead us.

[Here he holds up a hand, forestalling what he imagines will be the immediate concern on people's minds.] Please, before anyone says it, no I am not suggesting that I take on such a role. As I've said, I have no experience in such matters, nor have I interest in leading here.

I'm simply curious why it seems as though we have little rank and order here, and if there is any thought towards if there might be some among us suited for such heavy matters.

grunehexe

[If you've ever seen an illegal cam recording from the back row of a theater, you are familiar with the style of this broadcast.

Observe, (as best you can), the players upon the stage. The stage being the cave in which many of them have taken shelter from the storm outside, specifically a large, flat rock, at which two fine male specimens you may recognize as Achilles, son of Peleus, and a certain McCree, locked in the midst of a fierce... arm wrestling battle.

Bare arm muscles flexing, beads of sweat dripping, jaws gritting, knuckles white and shaking, eyes narrowed in concentration and competition, testosterone veritably sparking in the air... as two very fit grown men have it out in a no holds barred thirst-fanning battle of the bulges. Arm muscle bulges.

You might catch glimpse of the lovely referee, (blond, very appropriately serious about judging this contest, thanks, Riza), and hear snatches of people rooting for a particular candidate, (the broadcaster herself seems to favor Achilles, if "steel yourself for victory, Achilles!" is any indication), but mostly this is about enjoying a good man on man test of strength.

Until, that is, a voice can be heard.]

- Are you recording that?

[The video sadly? and promptly goes black as the magitek jewelry is clutched to a bosom in scandalous retort.]

Is it not a sight worth sharing? For posterity, you see-

[And apparently she thought it best to post... for posterty. What? Any lady or inclined fella unfortunate enough to not see it go down surely wouldn't want to miss the show... ?]

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.]

boneafide

Hello, friends! Or, if we are not already friends, we will be, soon!!

[To those who know him, this is Papyrus. To those who don't… this is Papyrus. He's a walking, talking, magic skeleton.]

I have a request! Since we are on the topic of small things that emit slime…

...Has anyone seen my brother, Sans?

[He pauses, his positive attitude sobering if only for a split second, before it returns in full force.]

I am sure he's just sleeping somewhere! Maybe in a pile of snow, and then is covered over by a new layer- that's happened before. Or… maybe he's still in Oska! I haven't seen him since the mission started, so perhaps we have just left him behind! Of course, he would be so lazy to just forget to attend the missions!!

[Papyrus goes quiet again, looking off-screen at his squidge.]

…I could really use some advice on how to take care of someone younger than me.

giantsheart

So... apparently everyone on the team can see this? King, is it working?

[Here's a young lady on your device's video this morning, outside against the castle wall. You might not even be able to tell she's anything but a young lady, if you aren't the observant type- cause those castle wall stones look much smaller against Diane than they do with most people.]

Some of you are magicians, yeah? From all sorts of worlds? Do any of you have any spells to make things smaller? Spells that last more than seven hours? That's all I wanted to ask.

[There's some fussing with the jewelry that goes on, and Diane seems to be talking to someone (King) out of frame, until she suddenly grows somewhat red in the face, turning back to her magitek feed bristling, reminded of some... others announcements.]

Actually, while I'm at it. If you can all see this, a few more things.

Giants don't eat people.

And if you saw anything the other day, I don't want to hear it!

Goodbye!

[OOC: a bit of 30 foot tall flashing happened in the castle courtyard during the feast, which... you may feel free to have seen, oops.]

nishishi

[The first image you'll get to see on this particular video feed is pretty much a scenic view of someone's nostrils. The individual responsible for such a sight is trying his damndest to figure out how the hell this thing works, how you can send messages or even videos on something that's very pointedly NOT shaped like a snail, and how you even know if it was working or not.

Eventually it seems like he's stopped caring, or decided that on sheer force of will alone that it's working. Because the feed pulls back and you can see this very 'good dog' expression on a very simple-looking man. A scar under his eye, and a rather ratty old straw hat perched atop his head.]

The food's really good here! And I wasn't even yelled at when I ate a lot, either, and I like that. [The feast at the festival hadn't been the most fun, but who needed fun when there was food involved.]

An' yanno what? I don't like being away from my crew an' home, but if there's an adventure--Nihihi, then I guess I don't mind stayin'! around! [And then that 'good dog' expression melts, as if exposed to heat very suddenly. A frown on his face.]

But I don't like this uniform! The arms are too long! I don't have any mobility at all, so I ended up tearin' the sleeves outta them, see? [Look at the mess he's made.] Ne... I guess if anyone's got a needle an' thread, I can try to fix them myself...

...Where's Nami...

meramera

( what up, futuro. the message comes in the form of video transmission without preamble or introduction, but he doesn't really need that, anyway. )

Looks like ALASTAIR's assembled a whole collection of characters from across the universes, huh? Pardon my asking, but what're your homelands like? Figure if I'm not gonna go elsewhere anytime soon, it'd be interesting to hear about yours. Since, you know - we've got a bit of downtime.

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!! ]

kikoku

[The feed shows Law leaning on a table, in a much better mood than he was in his last address to the network. If you pay attention, you might notice Olivia puttering around in the background amidst an assortment of boxes.]

Now that we're all back in Oska with our powers restored, I'd like to formally offer my services as a doctor and surgeon to the team. Especially those of you with what you think are incurable diseases.
[A pause as he turns his head to answer a question from Olivia, inaudible from this far away.]
Just sort them by expiration date, if it's past the date then throw it out.

More importantly... [Law rests his chin on his hand as he turns back to the feed, inadvertently showing off his fingers tattooed with the letters "DEAT".... Given his username you can guess what letter is on the thumb. It's all the more sinister with that lazy smirk on his face. Literally nothing about him says "legitimate doctor."] For all you heroic and daring types out there, be a little more reckless, won't you? We've got to give Olivia-ya here some hands on practice.

[ This time you can hear Olivia yelp "Mr. Law!" In the background, but before she can protest further, he ends the feed.]

twinpeak

—Hey, guys! Guess what!

[ Here to break up all the doom and gloom on the network is Dipper, grinning broadly into the camera as he makes a small wave with his free hand. Hovering over his shoulders are none other than Papyrus and Kolitra, as well. ]

Soooo I know we've had nothing but a bunch of bad news lately, and nobody's really sure how to deal with this god business ahead of us... Well, I'm happy to say we've got something good for us! You know, for once.

[Papyrus was hovering over Dipper’s shoulder, but instead now is cramming his skull to fit into the video feed, right next to Dipper’s face. Sorry. What’s personal space.]

POMARR’S OUR FRIEND NOW!!

[ DID SOMEONE SAY DOOM AND GLOOM because hey this guy is here, too, looming. Wearing his full, ominously glowing dreadplate armor. Staring into the camera. He’s significantly less angry than before, though. If anything, he just looks solemn. Subdued. His rough voice, too, is relatively soft; deep and still and drained of the mad despair he had felt when he last spoke on the network. Instead, he seems detached; resolved, but--sorrowful, too. ]

We have convinced her to join ALASTAIR. She has furthermore provided us with instructions. We are to board the restored warship in ten days’ time, at which point we will confront Ryba--and Nalanni, in the bargain.

[ He pauses, and then goes on. ]

Pomarr was clear: once Nalanni perishes, our diminished magic will be restored. It is the only way. She cannot undo it herself.

[ Another beat. ]

I realize that not all of you like this course of action.

[ I.e., the skeleton right beside him, for instance. ]

But it is what must be done. There is no way around it. Pomarr has promised to guide us, but we must ensure that we are ready to face this trial. If you wish to speak, I will listen.

You heard it here first, folks. So how 'bout it?

[ There's a beat, then Dipper finally side-eyes the skeleton shoving himself entirely too close. He frowns slightly, then begins to pull away. ]

Jeez, man, you're too clo—

[ And that's when the feed ends. ]

[ ooc: there will be an OOC planning post for the final battles going up this weekend! ]

dagnyology

[ Dagny's face appears on the network. Behind her are snowy plains, where small gnomes are jumping and playing. Her face is flushed from the cold, but she smiles. ]

Hello! I hope you're all doing well! The Timeline has finally computed your mission objective — sorry it took so long! Sometimes he gets a little slow. Now, I know he may seem— different, but he's always been correct! Just... ah, be careful when talking to him? He's a learning machine, and all he really knows is about missions, so sometimes he says some strange things when he goes off topic. But don't worry! He tries his best. I'll connect you to him now.

TIMELINE.EXE IS PROGRAMMED TO RELEASE MISSION PARAMETERS. MISSION OBSERVATION IS COMPLETE AND RESULTS FOR MISSION: Nalawi ARE AS FOLLOWS:

Hello World ( ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ Take the hassle and confusion out of the
Mission,
Try this One Weird Trick!

To help NALAWI, you will need to DEFEAT the GODDESS NALANNI so the energy can return to the world.* In doing so, the people of NALAWI will LOSE THEIR POWERS but the world will continue on. If this objective is not reached, NALAWI will BURN OUT PREMATURELY.

*NOTE FROM TIMELINE.EXE: Giant squid of the Sea, too
2 or 0 Not 1! Thank you

[OOC NOTE: This will serve as an IC discussion post. The OOC discussion post is here!]

aspearation

[ This is going to have to be text for now, not just because it's easier, but because she is one unhappy fish. Not that text is going to help much, but it's a start. Some of her friends are missing, and she has no idea what their fate is. It's hard to not imagine the worst... ]

Yeah, so. This mission just went from lame to really freakin' lame. Before we go running all around looking for whoever's gone missing, we need to figure out who's still here. Check in, find your friends, find out who's missing. If you know someone's lost their jewelry, this is the place to let everyone know they're alive. I don't care if you don't want to talk to me, or just want to tell me the bomb didn't work or whatever, as long as the team knows you're not... gone.

If you haven't figured it out yet, the big island seems like safest place right now. If you can get here, do it now. If you can't, ask for help.

[ ooc: please feel free to threadjack/etc.! ]

kikoku

[There's a new face on the network today, with a demeanor as morose as his chosen username would suggest.]
I don't know much about this mission they've sent us on. I was told I'd "find out when I get there."

So, I'm here.
[Indeed, you can see the tropical landscape of Koma in the background. Law himself is looking decidedly less tropical with his furry hat and sour face, but he was just accidentally kidnapped and all but forced against his will to go on a crazy rescue mission. That kind of shit can ruin your day pretty easily.]

Someone tell me what I'm supposed to be doing. I'm hearing something about a volcano but- [Law stops short as a passing Nalawi bumps into him in their hurry to get wherever it is they are going. His only reaction is to sigh deeply.]
the... locals don't seem to know much.

[He pauses, and for a moment it looks like he's about to end the feed, but at the last moment he thinks to add;]
Also, those uniforms better be optional because I'm not wearing that.

keystaff

[Sakura is sitting on her bed at the inn, stroking a tiny lion cub, courtesy of one Gilgamesh. The last few days have been rather exhausting to say the least, but she's been doing her best to get out and help, while trying to keep in mind Adrien's advice to take a break now and then. Which now is one of those times, as she comes back inside to check on her new pet.]

I really should think of a name for you, you know. I can't just keep calling you 'cub-san'. I'm not sure if Kero-chan might get jealous or confused if I named you after him though....Maybe from that movie? Ah, what does everyone else think? Graham-san, everyone, any ideas?

[And now for the real reason she turned her necklace on.]

Also....um, what happens with birthdays? Do we still get older with ALASTAIR and all? I never thought to ask before, but....[Well. April 1st is her birthday.] Well, it seems important, right? To figuring how old we are and if we need to get presents for our friends. When is everyone else's birthdays anyway?

agrizzlysin

( cw: gore )

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