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∞ 65: Upon the smoldering battlefield [voice]

Status reports, everyone. Let's try to account for as many as we can.

If you know of any casualties or disappearances, please note them as well. They need to be kept track of in case the Malnosso decided to act while we were ... preoccupied.

Congratulations are in order. We've survived without losing the village. Now it's time to recover and aid the wounded.

If there are still any able bodies available, I would like a sweep of the perimeter done for any signs of the intruders. Feathers, clothing, armor -- if it's available, it must be studied.

...Please also be aware that the New Feather cycle, if it has returned to normal, will occur beginning tomorrow. Explain the situation to the best of your ability. Newcomers need to know that this isn't the usual state of the village.

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He... was run through the chest with an invisible blade.

Organs were not removed? [He's not particularly fazed.]

No. It was an ... ordinary death, I suppose. Their intent seemed to be to kill us, not take us alive. Though I can't account for how others may have fared.

That's the reason for the status reports, Professor.

The matter of death may be important, if their intent was to kill us all. If they can permanently kill us, deaths should be scrutinized to a certain point if the Malnosso cannot revive them. We don't have much else to go by.

... I know.

They were using different methods of attacking. Sometimes magic, sometimes physical, though we could not see any of their weapons. I think... they're all gone. Their dead, and ours.

We won't know until we've searched the perimeter. If we can find anything out there, all the better.

Do we have many searchers?

A few, but Sonic is amongst them. I can have him circle a few times if it'll help.

It couldn't hurt, in any case.

And now a reprieve approaches. I suppose this is what happens when I don't get my plans for the new feathers settled in time. Hopefully people will be on alert enough and have enough sense to greet them properly.

It's certainly a hope. I cannot say whether others will heed it or not, considering the current ... disarray around the village.

It's best to rest while we can. I fear things will grow worse once we start asking questions.

Things usually return to normalcy fairly soon after excitement. We can only wait and see.

... Mm. That's true enough. And there will be more than enough questions.

[a faint sigh] Fairly soon isn't soon enough with the New Feather cycle only a day away.

Indeed.

Let us hope for a delay then. [A sigh, the sound of some shifting around.]

I doubt the answers will be very satisfactory.

After the two months, we shall have to see...

They rarely are. We are on rails, waiting for another to open the next gate for us to advance.

Probably not, all things considered. We'll see what tomorrow brings.

Just as long as we don't go off the track.

If people are kept informed. Well. That is unlikely.

In any case, hopefully there will be enough time to formulate the right questions.

... Are you still out?

Edited 2009-09-03 04:11 (UTC)

Yes, I am. Judging by the lack of reprimand in your voice, I presume you're still out, too.

... Yes. I sent Genis home during the battle, but I'm not certain if he's still there.

When you've finished your errands and are ready to return home... please come meet me in the Eastern forest.

[He frowns at the peculiar request, but doesn't say anything.] Very well.

... Thank you. I'll see you then.

[She figures he'll be a while; but she can wait. There probably are people who still need healing in the area, after all.]

[It's actually more than two hours later when Albert finally finishes meeting with various contacts. Since the forest edge is so close to the house, he brings Astrid back to the stable before walking past the barricades and into the forest.]

[Raine isn't too far away, though it's a bit of a walk. She's sitting in the center of a small cluster of trees that should be familiar, her staff laying near her, splintered at the end and useless. Her robe has some splashes of drying blood on it, though it's hard to tell whether it's hers or those who she's been healing.]

[By comparison, Albert looks ... pretty much as impeccable as ever. Perhaps a little tired, a little dusty, but. Definitely not as battle-worn as Raine.]

Professor.

... Albert. [Raine's first instinct is to check for any apparent injuries on his person, so her eyes carefully study him briefly, though she doesn't move from her position.] You seem unharmed.

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