∞ 65: Upon the smoldering battlefield [voice]

[chikaidestroyer]

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.

Comments

Uberfiltered. I'm stunned that we sustained that for so long. o_o

[herotypical]

I think I was lucky. The fight could've easily ended up the other way around, with me having a case of no-wings.

Uberfiltered. ...So am I. XD I think it says something about infomercials.

[chikaidestroyer]

Perhaps so. But don't sell yourself short in any case.

If you have any questions, or any observations that you remember later, please contact me. I imagine we will all be seeking answers after this ordeal.

Uberfiltered. That they're brainwashing us?

[herotypical]

I've been feeding you a whole lot of information. It wouldn't go to amiss if I could get some face-time with you. Kinda worrying, to only talk to a guy when the stuff is disastrously hitting the fan.

Uberfiltered. Well, it's definitely showing. *looks back at the subject threads*

[chikaidestroyer]

Certainly; a proper introduction is long overdue. I try to make myself available if anyone has questions.

[He won't say anything to the last remark. He's kinda used to being under the radar until he needs to exert ... er, leadership.]

Uberfiltered.

[herotypical]

Would now be too soon?

Uberfiltered.

[chikaidestroyer]

Not at all. Where would you like to meet?

Uberfiltered.

[herotypical]

Normally I'd pick a nice in-between spot, but I'm trying not to get on Doctor McCoy's bad side. He's put a pretty big fat veto on unnecessary travel. Would you mind coming to house forty-seven?

Uberfiltered. ---> [action]

[chikaidestroyer]

Of course. I will be there shortly.

[Well. The house isn't that far from the shops, at least. So his traveling over there doesn't take too long by horse. He dismounts before walking up to the door to knock.]

[action--thrown in for free!]

[herotypical]

[So Buffy has chosen to interpret bed rest rather loosely. Apparently, for her, it means that she can walk all around the house and get up to answer the door. Therefore, it takes a while for it to swing open.

Leaning gingerly against the opened door is Buffy--five-foot-three, petite, and covered in bruises and cuts that are healing too slowly for her tastes.]

Howdy.

[action--the gift that keeps on giving!]

[chikaidestroyer]

[So this is the girl who managed to kill the General. Her appearance certainly isn't that of a warrior, at first glance. Especially when you're a tall guy looking down upon ... well, a tiny thing like Buffy.]

Miss Buffy, if I recall. A pleasure to meet you. [Even if, you know, you look a little beat up at the moment.]

[action--the gift that I regifted last year!]

[herotypical]

I'd say the pleasure's all mine...except, honestly? Not much pleasure left, here. Just discomfort and stiffness and oh-god-my-bones. Still, you should've seen the other guy. I definitely came out the lucky one.

[Shuffling aside now, to let her guest in.]