chikaidestroyer: (Thoughtful frown)
[voice]

Hello, everyone. If I've spoken to you over the past few days, you already know that I have been recruiting people to join my army. Hopefully we will soon have a base, and you can set up your businesses. ...Or business. [He pauses as he looks at his notes, then corrects himself.] Businesses. I've been told to look something up, so that is what I'll do.

To anyone interested, we are called Pro Licentia and we are fighting against oppressive regimes, like the Malnosso. [Any and all of them. ...But that might have turned off one potential recruit, so he won't say that.] If you would like to join our cause, come speak to me. We welcome people of all professions. ...But too many people of the same profession might be a problem. [That's why he's got a list.]

[Another pause.] If you have any suggestions, I've put together a suggestion box in the middle of the town plaza. I remember being told a suggestion box would be a good idea.

[And another pause.] ...And if anyone has seen my horse, I would appreciate knowing where she is.

[action]

[Albert can be found wandering around the village at different points of the day, leaving himself open to be talked to. He most notably heads to the barracks around noon time, since Natalia suggested he look there as a possible base of operations...]


[ooc: How the suggestion box works -- You can comment to the below thread titled 'Comment Box' with notes, big and small, for Albert to read. These will only be viewed by Albert, and if he follows up on the comment or suggestion, it will be in person. ...Oh, and if the comment is left by the character anonymously, please note that somewhere!]
chikaidestroyer: (Nonchalance)
Introductions, I suppose. I haven't written one in quite awhile. My name is Albert Silverberg, and I have been a resident in Luceti for over two years now. A welcome to our New Feathers; here's hoping the welcome center and other residents make captivity as hospitable as possible.

Blue Rogues, please keep an eye out for the abducted and any stragglers from this month's New Feather cycle. The snow may make it especially difficult to traverse the forest.

I suggest everyone take heed of this amount of snowfall and prepare accordingly. Extra blankets, warmer clothing, stockpiling in case of a blizzard. The weather hasn't been this cold in the past to warrant snow this early. Long-time residents may recall that we had great amounts of rain around this time in the past two years -- enough to affect the terrain with floods and severe erosion.

I was told that there was a young lady who would customize jewelry. I would like to speak with her if possible.

Filtered to Guy )

Off-journal communication to Yuber )

[action]

[One may find Albert outside of house 42 if they are looking for him. Perhaps unsurprisingly, he's shoveling snow now that the snowfall has stopped.]
chikaidestroyer: (Overseer)
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.
chikaidestroyer: (While others take the spotlight)
...It's been a long week. And very ... busy, if the journal activity says anything. Caesar would have been appalled by the repeated effects and everyone falling into them again.

We should think about comparing measurements of the barrier again. We have little excuse not to now that the snow is melting.



[ooc: Keyword is go. Yes, Jacob and John, he wants to talk to one of you.]
chikaidestroyer: (Decide In The Eyes)
Oh, for the love of--

Yuri Lowell. Vyse. Assemble your teams, on the double.

All residents, please refrain from putting yourselves into harm's way. Especially alone. We do not need to turn half the village into a rescue operation whenever new, controllable situations arise.

Flynn Scifo, I apologize for those who blatantly ignored your attempt at a public service announcement.

---
Added voice moments later:

I need materials to set up a safe way down into the sinkhole. Preferably a rope ladder.
chikaidestroyer: (Youth - Surprise)
[There's a little redheaded boy, about eight years old, standing outside house #42. He's loosely holding his journal as he looks around Luceti with wide, wide eyes. He also looks on edge.]

This isn't ... Gregminster...

Mother...? Father...?
chikaidestroyer: (Dead inside)
[There's the sound of loose rocks bouncing down a dirt incline. The sound of boots skidding roughly down dirt and stone. The sound ends abruptly with a thump, and then a thud as Albert hits the ground.]

Ugh... Useless...

[There's the rasping of breath, the grating of dirt and small rocks as he unsteadily gets back to his feet.]


Can't be-- lieve... The... Nn.

Hate this ... place. So ... much.
chikaidestroyer: (Weary glance)
[There is only uneven rasping and the sound of scrounging at sand and gravel. The words whispered are barely picked up by the journal.]

Caes... Cae-- sar...

...Rune...

[The voice completely fades after that, replaced by very labored, ragged breathing.]


(ooc: Albert's been returned by the Malnosso so he has more time to recover from his wounds. Anyone who finds him may notice a bloody bandage and gauze wrapped around his head and arms. He's unhealthily pale and sick from the different experiments done on him, too.)

Jul. 9th, 2008 07:07 am
chikaidestroyer: (Windswept)
[Written // Filtered // 60% hackable to Caesar -- 1% hackable anyone else] )

[voice/action]

What was--

...Again. I see how it is.

This makes us even, Sheena.

[There's the sound of glass hitting glass as Albert hurls his cup through the window.]

Go.

[There's the faint sound of fluttering wings, and the sounds grow fainter and fainter as the journal is flown away.

The chaos in the room isn't recorded. But the sear marks on the walls and blasted furniture can be seen as plain as day.]


[ooc: Albert's being kidnapped right now so I don't have my characters disappearing at the same time while I'm on hiatus. Some might see and run into a tiny owl flying around carrying a journal, but it's going to ultimately disappear with the book.]

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