[The feed comes on and Cross is just... Standing there. Dead center in the middle of the city. The device is on the ground and the red haired man is half way between pain and shock.]

I... Damn it.

[The feed clicks off when he steps on the device, forgetting he had dropped it when he got into the city.]

[Dainn sounds rather cheerful when he speaks up and he doesn't look to bad for someone who was fighting. oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be a scratch on him.]

Humm...well, that was something I didn't expect to happen as soon as I got here. Quickly going to war with one another....[man, you humans were so dumb.] Is everyone alright? It'd be a shame if anyone was killed.

...oh, before I forget...is there a graveyard around here? I'd like to know, if no one minds.

[Dextera turns on the device. he looks worried and dirty but thanks to his regeneration, the only thing that looks worse for wear is his clothing. any brusises that are visible are disappearing as he's being recorded.

he quickly types out a message.]

Is everyone okay? No one hurt? [no one dead?

and then he types out something else, much slower than his previous message.]

Why did they try to hurt us? I don't understand.

—avi! [The PDA's turned on as it hits the ground, showing (mostly) the muddy ground, but shows enough to show Kanda rushing toward a very injured Lavi, kneeling down next to him.]

Don't you dare die on me. [He moves to at least check the extent of Lavi's injuries, though doesn't move to administer any aid. Not yet, anyway.

Kanda's response is only a very bloody cough. Which. isn't good. He's looking for his PDA frantically before getting up to get to it with a very obvious limp. His leg's a bit bloody, but his injuries aren't the worry here.]

Whoever's closet to the bridge, Lavi needs help. Now.

[And then the feed's cut off, but not before a bloody thumbprint's smeared onto the screen.]

[Raven is not trying to be subtle here. She has been resting, but she's also been patrolling off and on as much as she can. As such, she's up and awake, and watching.]

We have a problem. They're bringing in the big stuff--like tanks, via the bridges.

[She's more or less built herself a tiny battle layout on her floor, peering down at it. The incoming soldiers are random pieces of material.]

Forgive me this authority, but I've a plan, should you wish to follow it. [she clears her throat.] I'm schooled in war, even if I cannot fight. 

I told this to my lord Yukio, and I think it's our best chance. In this case straight out battle is useless to us, we don't have the numbers to break them. What we do have is our reputation to think of. And what they want. Which is simple, they're only human, men who want to go home to their families, to their women and children, to warm beds, and they already think we're monsters, else they would think this --  [a rather short gesture out the window, and there's a sneer in her words] -- was necessary. 

So use it against them, make them believe we really are inhuman. The fog's with us. Already they are out of their element they cannot see us properly, as well it muffles our movements. And scared because of how unsettling this place, but we know the lay of the land and can trap them. Those of you with above human abilities, go in first, do not put yourself directly in their line of fire by any means, you're useless if you get killed. But do things to divide them, separate them and make sure it's huge, flashy. At the very best they will run, because they do not want to be here. They will run all the way back to their city. 

If not, if they really mean to stay here and kill, at the very least they will become skittish. Enough of it should in time give them want to divide, which case those of you who are not so showy... I'd suggest you pick them off one by one. I know it's not honourable, but we really don't have time for those sort of things. 

... [she's just cold.] Lastly, show mercy if you wish too, at the very least we can use hostages to negotiate a peace. So perhaps takes prisoners if you can without personal risk.  But remember this, they don't want to show you mercy at all, they want to drive us from this place. Damned it might be, but this is our city, it is our home, and if any of you die, for any stupid heroics when you could be doing something far more useful, I will never forgive you, do you understand? 

I think that is everything I can think of. Any further questions, see my lord Yukio or myself. 

[SENT LATER]

I'll be on the roof, with my lord Yukio. Please relay to me any position or if you need any assistance, I'll be keeping a eye on all. [because you're her people.]

[Yukio's standing on top of the apartment building, peering through the fog in Credinta's direction with a worried expression. The wind is blowing his hair into his eyes, but he's too focused on what he's looking at to pay his growing locks much attention.]

Everyone. There are soldiers coming into the city.

...It's already the 4th of July...

Hm. I don't think anyone else here is 'American,' huh?

[The Doc says the word as if he isn't sure he would even count. Is he really the only one here? Raven could be, he never thought to ask.

There is a small photograph in his hand, and Kiriko shows it to the screen with a sheepish smile. A black-and-white photo of fellow soldiers, seen long enough to catch a glimpse - he quickly hides it away. Despite the occasion, he doesn't seem to be in a very celebratory mood.]

Happy Independence Day, guys. ...You'd better not be dead...

[It's about mid-morning, not that much can be seen until Raven pans the view around the station. It's all bright, and light, and shiny--and in a late 1800's style. Pamphlets and maps and signs pointing out which track.]

If anyone cares, the train station has been restored. Doesn't seem like the trains are running, but they're likely restored too.

Yu. Need you to come up to my room for a minute, yeah? [Someone forgot about his friend's birthday.]

Also might need a few hands to carry these chairs down to where we're getting the dining room together. Table's gonna take a bit longer.