chikaidestroyer: (Overseer)
[written]

Genis, please send a message when dinner is ready. I will be out for awhile.

If anyone needs me, I will be in the library.


[action]

[For lack of anything better to do on a nice summer afternoon, Albert has decided to sit in the library with a ... somewhat-odd setup. A map stretched across a table out of sight from the front door, dotted with small wooden figures designed as soldiers, cavalry, archers, mages... The map, upon closer inspection, shows patches color that denote plains, mountains, water bodies, and forests.

In some ways, the setup looks like a game board. It's really a lasting reminder of another strategist's presence in Luceti; he was the one who had introduced Albert to the method of practice, after all.

Nearly two years in Luceti without access to strategy books and news of warfare have dulled his skills. He doesn't look pleased as he makes moves for both armies.]
chikaidestroyer: (Reminiscing)
General population filter // 50% unhackable )

[action]

[Albert sits on a bench in the fountain plaza, his expression closed. He looks pale from his time spent indoors nowadays. In fact, he looks rather numb, just sitting there with his journal.]
chikaidestroyer: (Head bowed)
[General population filter // 50% unhackable]

Significant return of powers. Extension of the barrier. The return of infinite food supplies and other materials. New Feathers continuing to appear. Experiments.

The Malnosso must be confident in their ability to keep us contained with half of our powers diminished.

/end filter

[There's the faint sound of fingers drumming on a tabletop.]
chikaidestroyer: (Default)
Private to self // unhackable )

Everyone, please don't do anything rash.

Now more than ever, we need to be united in our information resources and our planning. I'm already hearing the din of chaos around me; people are panicking.

Yes, the sky has gone red.

Yes, residents may in fact have their powers back.

...Yes, the Filial wings are still there.

Professor Raine. Vyse. Watari. Mark. General Sephiroth.

Anyone who is thinking enough not to run off recklessly.

We meet to hold a meeting. Now.

I will be in the schoolhouse. Please respond with what you've seen and what you can offer in terms of assistance.

[ooc: ...For the sake of my sanity, the meeting isn't going to actually happen separately from this entry. Hopefully I can be coherent enough to come up with more plans.]
chikaidestroyer: (Personality shift)
Haha... Hahaha...


[ooc: Beware. Depending on his now unstable mood and your relation to him, Albert may summon something to attack you.]
chikaidestroyer: (Head bowed)
[A weak groan, followed by ragged coughs. There's the scraping of shoes and clothing against gravel, followed by another ragged cough.]

I-- it can't... Still dark...

[ooc: He's baaaack.]

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