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tvk2011-08-15 11:05 pm
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Ritual of Detestation 3: The Trumpet sounds Part 1 video, part 2 action
[ Garviel stares out at you through the videophones, his expression grim. ]
My friends and comrades. Given the recent deaths... and even more mysterious, resurrections in our midst, I propose that we all meet at 22 Harbor Street. It is a warehouse, and provides us with enough room to discuss the matters at hand. Matter the first: One of us was murdered and returned from the dead. Matter the second: Organization. While we have people who patrol with one another, and champions who fight for all of us, we are not organized. In the end, this will spell our doom. Just meet me at 8 in the evening tomorrow, so we can discuss battle-tactics, and a way to actually take the offensive against these shadows which plague us.
Action, 22 Harbor Street. ]
[ Inside a rather burned-out looking warehouse, that might once have been a place where freight was stored and shipped. The warehouse is lit only by a few guttering flashlights scavenged from somewhere, Garviel sits at the end of a long table, in a heavy wood chair. He has a hand and a half sword reversed in his hands, point down between his legs, a clear sign that this is a war coucil, though, as always, his clothing is simple, and unwarlike, the whole effect somewhat strange because of that. ]
My friends and comrades. Given the recent deaths... and even more mysterious, resurrections in our midst, I propose that we all meet at 22 Harbor Street. It is a warehouse, and provides us with enough room to discuss the matters at hand. Matter the first: One of us was murdered and returned from the dead. Matter the second: Organization. While we have people who patrol with one another, and champions who fight for all of us, we are not organized. In the end, this will spell our doom. Just meet me at 8 in the evening tomorrow, so we can discuss battle-tactics, and a way to actually take the offensive against these shadows which plague us.
Action, 22 Harbor Street. ]
[ Inside a rather burned-out looking warehouse, that might once have been a place where freight was stored and shipped. The warehouse is lit only by a few guttering flashlights scavenged from somewhere, Garviel sits at the end of a long table, in a heavy wood chair. He has a hand and a half sword reversed in his hands, point down between his legs, a clear sign that this is a war coucil, though, as always, his clothing is simple, and unwarlike, the whole effect somewhat strange because of that. ]
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We gonna do a general thread or maybe join the Fate/Threesome thread or...?
[Satisfied, Asuka waits for the chance to bother everyone with her own plans.]
don't worry, I got this :3
http://thevelvetkey.livejournal.com/16745.html?thread=1063785#t1063785]