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[The feed opens to Gilgamesh lounging on a couch, wine in hand, smirking faintly at nothing in particular. A snowy white lion which some of you may recognize lies curled on the floor, napping away; as for Gilgamesh himself, he's as relaxed as could be. Quite a far cry from his time in imprisonment.

And indeed, when he speaks, he sounds confident as ever—albeit in a lazy sort of way, words flowing like syrup.]

What does "heroism" mean to you?

[An open-ended question he allows to hang, for a moment or so, before continuing on.]

Would you consider what we're doing here to fall along those lines? Or, perhaps... yes, I'm aware some of you are new to this little group activity of ours, regarding the sun. And doubtful that you're all as sincerely invested as ALASTAIR wishes us to be. It does seem a bit trifling.

[Only Gilgamesh could consider the death of light itself to be trifling. He yawns, then rolls over, kicking his feet impatiently like a child awaiting entertainment.]

If they all died, it wouldn't really matter, would it? ALASTAIR would spirit us away to the next grand adventure and the cycle starts anew.

[In his obstinance, Gilgamesh dumps his wine right on the floor. He seems to revel in it, in the mess he's made. In the mess he intends to make.]

So I suppose what I'm asking is [smile blossoming into a grin] do you believe it's possible to save everyone, at the expense of yourself? Is that the proper way of a hero, or just someone naive enough to pursue "goodness"? To those we put atop pedestals, were they ever worth admiring at all?

[His eyes narrow at his jewelry. To call them serpentine would be an understatement.]

To those who believe firmly in the principles of justice—do you earnestly think you were doing the right thing all along? I wonder.

selfimage

[ While the jailbreak ends and everyone goes back to their lives as fugitives, three (four, including another one on another important mission) gods have put it upon themselves to have a kidnapping. There's the familiar face of Michel, placed unceremoniously upright on a stump, a paper bag over his head supporting a cheesy looking inked smiley. Loki, stepping back like she's adjusting a camera, waves a hand toward him in a long, lackadaisical motion. Let no one say that Loki didn't have a flair for dramatics. ]

We've got it in the bag, or so the mortals say. Ah—shall we do introductions?

Everyone! I present the leader of the Order of the Chimera himself, Mister Michel, straight from the slammer. With circumstances as they are, we thought it best that he didn't make a further mess of things. On the more unfortunate side, that makes all of us super double traitors, both to the crown and the Order ... [ jazz hands!!! ] To the least, the history books will name us resourceful ones. ... you know, if they don't erase of us entirely. It has to be something about the job description ...

[ She's not alone, both Thor and Ahad stand behind her, the darkly cloaked Thunderer with his arms folded and Ahad fingering a cigarillo. Loki straightens the lapels of her jacket and gives a long glance back at the two of them. ]

He's been kind of enough to answer a few of our questions, but it's been—ah, less than enlightening.

[ Which is when Thor move forward, arms loosening though his gaze remains hard on Michel. Or at least, his paper bag. ]

He speaks of his gods as if in conference with them. If they find the schism between peoples here unnatural then have them present a solution that is not blotting out the sun and throwing the realm under their care into chaos. [ A growl rumbles in the back of his throat as he paces to one side. ] He could not send a message, as he said, unless he were first a messenger. I would meet with these gods, if they live elsewhere than his excuses.

[ And likely demand they guide their people if things are so dire. Or introduce their faces to Mjolnir, at this rate, instead of letting one of a pair of brothers lapse into magic-fueled madness … not that Thor is personally touched by any of this, no. ]

[ Meanwhile, Ahad simply sighs, remaining in his position in the background. There's one further practical consideration, which he means to address. ]

If there are any useful questions from the rest of you, we can attempt to pose them.

NOTE | There's Thor, Ahad and Loki. If you want one specifically, please let us know. Also, feel free to have seen them at the jailbreak! They got in > got Michel > teleported out, but the three of them were there briefly. If you have any questions, please feel free to PM me!! xoxox!

adlantisag

[ Kida's sitting at a table at the back of the Abel inn. The bracelet's 'camera' is looking up at her, dead center, from where it lies on the table. She looks relaxed, but determined. There's definitely noise in the background, people talking, glasses--busy inn noise. She's not hard to hear, thanks to the bracelet's enchantment.

She's wearing her Chantean clothing, and with her pendant hidden beneath her tunic she might almost blend in. She can talk freely here: after all, where better to hide a fish than in a pool full of other fish? ]

My name is Kidagakash. It is a shame we could not meet under better circumstance: four missing and two more dead. We have been in this place for weeks and we are no closer to accomplishing that for which we were sent. I tire of waiting.

[ She shifts forwards on her elbows, and there's a sound like rustling as her sleeves push her papers and charcoal around. They're bare-bones drawings of the castle grounds, as much as she was able to gather from scouting, but she's not showing them off unless prompted. ]

I intend to seek an audience with Odette's king. [ Nothing less. That statement speaks volumes, owing to the fact no one is currently permitted in his Majesty's presence. She is definitely what you think she's saying. Sure smells illegal in here. ] Where better to find power than in a place of power? Records, information, whatever we might use: we need answers that will not materialize unless we act.

[ Emphasis on 'we'. ]

But this I cannot do alone. I need your help. The palace is full of guardsmen who will need to be contained, distracted--not killed. [ You know who you are. ] I will need people for whom walls are no obstacle, with a keen eye and quick step. We have worked divided too long.

We will take a few days to plan, and move under cover of night--disguised, if we can manage it. We must be as one, because we will have no margin for error.

[ She speaks like it's already a done deal--like she genuinely thinks she'll find kindred spirits amongst her fellows. She might be wrong, or right, it doesn't matter. Skepticism will be met with assurance, and criticism with dismissal. She won't twist anyone's arm, it's not in her nature: stand with her or not at all. ]

We have much to discuss. Speak with me.

[ In person, on the network, doesn't matter: you can find her at the Abel if you need her, ruminating over her plans. ]

of_her_own_accord

[The video turns on to the familiar face of Accord... except the bandage she was sporting before isn't there anymore. She also seems slightly miffed.]

I don't really think this is a great idea--

[Accord turns to address somebody behind her.]

It wasn't a great idea for you to get grabbed by an interdimensional anomaly either. Or bringing in another one of us. And yet here we are, aren't we?

...I'm sorry.

You made this bed, so we might as well lie in it. No sense hiding anything at this point considering we're already far more involved than Recorders ought to be. And you even got damaged! Honestly, do you want to end up broken?

Geez, I said I was sorry!

[Accord waves the other person off before readjusing the jewelry to show that she was, in fact, talking to... Accord? Only that one is clearly the one people know because she has a bandage on her cheek. She looks contrite.]

*ahem* I do hope my compatriot hasn't caused anybody too much trouble. Normally we have a strict non-interference policy in our work, but I suppose that's too much to ask for in this situation. *sigh* Anyway, I have been informed of the situation, and since this dovetails with our work, I suppose for now we will be more proactive. Although I really don't approve of such direct influence.

[The other Accord pulls her eye down and sticks her tongue out.]

Geez, they really sent a model with a stick up her--

[The foremost model clears her throat.]

ANYWAY. We are hereby offering our recording services on a more formal nature. If there are any questions, please feel free to let me know.

Or me! Come on, it's not like you're the boss!

I am simply interested in avoiding the loss of any more units. Is that too much to ask?

selfimage

Hello. :-)

Everyone patched up and out of the slammer? Good.

It's been quite a ride, hasn't it? First dragons that were intended to end a world, now political conflicts between parties and the compelling mystery as to WHY??? the whole MISSING SUN thing, and WHO STARTED IT?? thing, etc etc. Oh- and there's also that nagging little question of what's going to happen if we do succeed in the way that we're meant to. (Insert question marks here) But forgot that for now, we can do the whole "share your multiversal anecdotes" later.

[ goblins, humans, goblin-human conflict and everything else in between. there's still fuel on the fire and a conflict and a sun missing. he's wondered if their presence here was enough to sway the tides of fate in ALASTAIR's favor, and that's left him with nothing but a sour taste in his mouth. ]

Alas, here's the thing! Despite the mission, we're still all on our own. :'( But all's not lost! I'm here to offer a little tidbit that I found rifling through some paperwork that someone oh-so-fortunately left out in the open. I just happened to be glancing over. [ "happened to." ]

There have been some very curious disappearances. 4, in particular.

Agatha Belrose
Felix Poirier
Michel Roche
Delia Favre

With all the talk of sacrifice I thought it may be preferable to find these people and, well, possibly who took them and where they've gone. You know, saving them from the whole maybe-but-we-don't-know sacrificial death thing. It sounds very unpleasant, and with a possible worrisome outcome.

[ he's never really been much of a team player, but getting the brunt of the blame if someone's sacrificed generally wasn't in his best interest. ]

Now, where to do with these names? Ideas? Comments? Concerns? I'll leave the floor open.

digophelia

[ If it sounds like Alice is daycare, there's a good reason for it. She looks a little tired and very confused. There's a good number of children around her and one decides to plop themselves on her lap.

Oh. Okay. Fine. Deep breaths. ]

Hello, there. Can you stand, just for a minute? It shan't take long, then you can sit in my lap all you want.

[ She shoos him along. Alice heaves a deep sigh, holding her face.] ]

For a small minute, I thought I was back in London. Possibly because I have been around a large number of children, this many, with same limited resources.

I suppose my question is, is there a particular reason why I came back to over a dozen or so children? Not that I mind it, although I wouldn't be opposed to having a bigger space.

[ Yes, when did this happen? Alice has forgotten some tidbits of that fight, after all. ]

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