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General Cross, are you still here?
I know we've had a few leave, and a few others arrive, should we take a census? Does anyone know what projects need to be focused on right now, to get us into spring? How are we on supplies? Food stores?
[Because this gives Raven something to focus on.] |
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[The view is trembling a little as it's being shown off, nothing of the owner but the ID registers as Lavi's. Right now the view is of a bunch of white, shadowed white.
Then his voice comes on, chattering with cold (pretend please, it's annoying to type out) which explains why the view is shaking.]Tunnels are dug, made it to the closest church, the school, and the train station. I'll try and blow out more tomorrow, this took me three days. [It's been three days since the blizzard blew out after all.]From the station to the river probably then south to the square from here. Don't worry about cave-ins. There's ice between you and the snow now. [His fire snake did that for him.]Everyone enjoy their presents? [[ooc; I didn't post it on the Christmas post but Lavi's are here on the first sheet.]] |
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Quite the storm out there, isn't it? Perfect time for a chat.
First and foremost, I must extend my thanks to those who helped me find paper. I have restored the proof of my brother's existence and without it all would be lost.
I've spent some time observing all of you. You're quite the interesting bunch. I suppose I can't argue with making the best out of a bad situation. Especially when said situation involves revealing personal secrets...
But sometimes mere observation is not enough. I'm a writer. In Austria I made my living writing poems, columns. If there so happens to be any others here who write, you must know that it is a habit not easily broken. I'd like to make a complete record of all that occurs so my brother is well informed when he arrives.
If you're not comfortable with that, fear not, I won't be using your complete identity.
But in order to write about you, I need to get to know you. There are a few names here that I have not learned. Consider this... an interview. |
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[Obviously, given Cross's news...Elizabeth won't be here to organize things. They've managed before, but she had been one who took such charge of things, it'll be difficult to live up to the absence. Raven is used to functioning while hiding whatever she's feeling though, so even with the sadness, time to start thinking about the coming winter.]
So we've had light snow off and on, including snow forts, and snow-people. Snowballs should be fine, but I don't think any of us want to get hit with anything in them other than snow... Anyone have any idea how supplied we are for food? Heating, either in the form of blankets or firewood, and have a plan for how we would set up a fire and care for it? How about medicines? Kanda-san, Okumura-san, Lavi...any idea what we should be in for, with the depth of winter heading in on us? |
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For anyone that cares. Elizabeth is gone.
[And with that, the message is turned off. Nothing sugar-coated or fluffed. And if anyone comes to the apartment the general was sharing with the queen, they will be met with a closed door and not a single answer from Cross. He wants to be alone at the moment.] |
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[well he was encouraged to ask questions, so Dextera will try for one more.]
What kind of things do you need to fix other things?
[it may be a strange question, but given that Dextera is standing inside the church might give a hint as to why he's asking.] |
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[The video comes on as the device hits the ground, falling out of Loki's pocket. He's sitting on the ground, holding a golden, horned helm in his arms and has blood on his face, chest, forearms, hands and little spatters of it on his lower body. He looks to be in one piece but when it comes to the trickster god, looks can be deceiving.]
Damn you all...
[Closed eyes open when the boy realizes he's no longer leaning against the stand the helm had been on and it takes a quick moment for him to realize. Nope, not in Oklahoma anymore. He fumbles to pick up the device when he notices it's not in his pocket, bloody fingers smearing the red over the camera lens before the feed goes out.] |
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[Dextera is outside the church tonight, staring up at the sky. he seems pretty content with life - which is at odds with how he reacted when the network oh-so-kindly broadcasted one of his deaths and his sin - but since he's found a bit of peace, that's alright. Dextera is even smiling as he observes the sky.
...the moment is promptly ruined when he sneezes. pulling his coat tighter around him, Dextera pulls the device closer and types out something.]
I think it's getting colder. Can I ask why?
[yeah...seems someone missed the memo about seasons changing.] |
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Okay, so continuing on from the previous video... [Insert a link here.] Well, things have changed quite a bit over the year from when that was made. ( Read more... ) |
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Ah -- My lords and my ladies... [She's flicking through pages in front of her on the make shift desk. Most of it is idle scribbling of flowers, and sometimes it's images of residents that she's sketched out secretly, bits and pieces of thread too, a pin cushion, tape measure, her now almost fully grown rabbit hopping out of the way and off the desk where she waved him off --] Aha, found it. [a piece of paper is tugged out from under all the others] Tricky thing, are you not?
[She clears her throat, going to address the video again] Since we've new people here... and I'm sure those past are already aware... it's November, and mostly everything has started to become appropriately grey with the changing of the seasons-- [she reads over the sheet in front of her, humming softly under her breath] I don't imagine we'll have to ration much, but meat is going to be scarce with the animals leaving. However, better safe than sorry, nay? Especially here. [there are other things she's thinking of, how that when food is scarce for predators, they tend to come to villages -- but since there are no infants here, she doubts it'll be a problem. Not with the guns they do have.]
So for those of you that can get over the other side of the river, canned foods wouldn't go amiss. Things that will last, is what I am thinking of. I've made a list of what we do have stocked, what is lacking and what isn't. As well as things that we may need -- as always, I am sure most of you are better with what in available and what isn't in present times than I... [there's a laugh and she sits back down. smoothing a hand down the dress of hers. Vaguely Victorian, as always. She's grown fond of them. They are this place to her. Like nothing else is.] ... But again, if there is anything you can think of that may be useful for the winter, please feel free to discuss it with me, or others, such as Master Yukio, he's the best head on his shoulders, or if you think perhaps if there might be something worth making -- talk to Master Lavi, he's the best builder here... if there is anything personal you need, there is the General's supply runs, though I'll try to take care of the larger things to do with food and that sort of thing.
[she grows vaguely stern for a moment] Please remember that the other side of the river loathes us, as per my agreement with their Mayor, you will be returned to us -- but you will spend time in their jail first. Only go if you can blend in completely. If you can't, I'd advise doing no such thing. Especially if you give them any such reason to attack us again. [she relaxes again and settles back]
That's all I can think of for now. As always, I'll be in my weaving room if you've need to find me. It's just down from the kitchen on the sixth floor. [she gives another smile, before she clicks the video off.]
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