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[It's been almost two weeks since the mission, and Kotetsu's barely managed to hold himself together during that time; a royal mess, you'd say. But with the arrival of Kaede and the underlying truth that, eventually, it'd be brought up... He decides he'll put his two cents out there.]

... A while ago, me and a buncha' others went on a mission. It was s'pposed to be a pretty normal thing; I mean, routine stuff. But then, we were attacked... and things got a little fuzzy and crazier than it should've. [A pause, as he considers what to say. How to say it. Maybe he shoulda' picked out someone who was better at words or... hell, even wrote down what he was planning to say. As it is, he's sitting here with a few bullet points scribbled out, itching his head.]

From what everyone could tell, it was a band of dream shifters, like the kind people fought before. And that General Ass--... guy was in there, too. I met him in a dream, and he basically helped to get me out of it. Like he did for other people. It's pretty confusing, you know? That he'd help us out. But he told me... before everything got hard to keep track of, he told me that...

[He massages his temple, trying to remember the exact words.]

He said they wanted to offer us to the planet. Some--special hour, or something. That his people had a bigger plan for us. Said he'd kill me right where I was if it wasn't for everything else goin' on. Tch, he was basically just a confusing bastard. But what I could tell was that there were people like him--those third party fellas--that weren't on his side. Dream guys who wanted him to go down, because he was just as stuck as we were by the looks of it. Or else he'd just let us all die and be on his way, right?

And--! (shi-) [flipping over a paper, one sec] He said something about.... Shamans...? That things don't stay dead without 'em. He was looking for one while we were stuck there.

[There's a hushed silence. Sounding pretty uncool there Kaburagi. Try to at least sound like you know exactly what to include.]

I, uh, don't know what else I should add. It was all a pretty big blur, but I figured... the malnosso tried to get me to talk about it, but I figured it'd be better off here. The people who were there can also add some stuff here. Leave the line open for all the stuff they can--contribute? [is that a decent way of phrasing it] Or if anyone has any questions I'll try my best to answer 'em. I think this info is just as much yours as it is anyone there. The others probably got things more thought-out than me... so...

Alright.

[OKAY I'M GOOD

I'LL JUST

STOP HERE

because talking in length about this frustrating shit is too much]

((ooc: basically a free-for-all, especially for anyone who has anything to offer from the mission! I figured we could have this up even without everything threaded out, can add replies as we go? go for the stars, n' stuff. :|))

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[No. No Godsdamned way.]

[Syre's eyes regard the written message with a mix of emotions -- primarily anger. She had gotten herself killed... for a mission that, apparently, meant nothing?]

[She ends the simulation she had been studying, empties the contents of her bag out onto the floor, and picks up the first writing implement that comes close to her. Her writing is not as neat as it should be, her hands shaking as she puts pen to paper.]

... So now we have a new set of dogs loyal to the Count, on top of the General's ever-looming threat. Fantastic.

[Right now, Syre, Leonhardt envies you for the failure. You didn't get the blame for that and have to deal with the Shaman naming you as the cause of that.]

That is true, but they are also the General's enemy and want him sacrificed just as much. The rest of us were a mere bonus in her words. It could be to our benefit, or be a hindrance. Only time will tell. The important thing is to keep this off the journals because we do not need the Malnosso to take this out on us.

[She would have worn that blame with pride. Infinitely better than having died uselessly.]

...but of course. My lips are as sealed as they ever have been, and my fingers are still.

[There's a brief pause before she added:]

In the event that things turn sour...

I want to be on whatever passes for the 'front line'.

I can imagine you would want it. I do as well. But I would be just as satisfied with him being sacrificed by the General. If he takes away some of their numbers before the Count is removed, then our mission was still a success.

['Our' mission.]

[Something about that phrasing makes the alchemist prickle, but she can't ascertain what.]

It's a shame outright conflict with them is tantamount to suicide.

I would most enjoy running a few of their numbers through with my blade.

Still, the moment will come eventually. No use in rushing time along.

[Even if he was the successful one, they both still had the same goal and their roles could have easily been reversed.]

It is merely a shame that we must sit here and be useless and not know if there will be any retaliation for what happened.

I suspect that, were any retaliation planned, we would be the first to know.

Whether through warnings or otherwise.

We can only hope. It all depends on what is planned. There could be more kidnappings, more experiments, massive amounts of drafting, and numerous other things.

Let us hope that whatever they've got up their sleeve leaves us better off than it did back in June.

[She was away for most of what the village went through, having been drafted, but...]

[Well. The debris everywhere had spoken for itself.]

I also should mention for you, they knew I did it even though I was disguised at the time. I am very likely to be targeted by this faction in the future and it isn't impossible that a more personal retaliation may happen to you. I doubt the others will get any since they were only seeking information, not his life.

You think so?

Well then. If they do, then I've no qualms about seeking retaliation, myself.

After all, I've got a nice little debt to repay them.

It is not impossible. The General implied that I may be targeted and he does not strike me as the type to be sneaky and lie. It stands to reason that you may be targeted as well for the attempt.

At least the Count stands out in a crowd quite well. Let us hope he uses the Shifters to defend himself, we will have the advantage then.

Edited 2013-03-13 18:32 (UTC)

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