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14 December 2011 @ 01:36 am
[ A video transmission, because you do not want to bear the brunt of an antiquated pirate attempting to type at you, and he's got this function, along with the filters, fairly drilled into his head. He doesn't know much about camera angles, though, but one can see well enough. ]

Well, I'm off.

[ One can really only see the sky above him, which means he is likely on the rooftop. A rooftop. It's daylight, but hazy with cloud. ]

Not forever. On foot, we can make it to the docks before the day is out, and back by morning. [ He hesitates, and lets his eyes flare wide in conspiracy as he adds; ] Unless we die again along the way, then there might be the teensiest bit've a delay. But what's a little inconvenience to get in the way of adventure and exploration, eh?

Who knows, pets, maybe we'll find treasure.

I'll take up to two able bodied souls 'less our commander wishes elsewise. And to any new'uns we have in our midst that I have not yet had the pleasure, the name's Captain Jack Sparrow.
01 December 2011 @ 12:14 pm
This is zone fifteen, huh? Not a lot of war going on from here. What? You all too afraid to fight? Let me tell you something: if you're gonna die anyway might as well have fun while you're doing it. Don't go making friends with the enemy 'cause they'll just betray you. Might as well go break them before you get teary eyed later. 

[It's at that she raises a hand to show the marking of the civilian army in her hand.] Get in my way and I'll kill ya. Got more important things to do than end it here

Bet this place has lots of witches running around. [Not really, but she'll find out soon enough.] Those Grief Seeds are mine. So if any of you other idiots aree around, don't think about it. Maybe I'll be nice.

So. What do you idiots do if it's not all fighting? My life's getting dull already.
28 November 2011 @ 10:43 am
It would seem that a number of you have been here longer than I have.

I'm curious what you think of it. What are your theories about this place? Surely some of you, at least, must have one or two.
25 November 2011 @ 09:53 am
While on patrol, I located an enemy observer near our outer perimeter. I'd estimate late twenties, female. After a lengthy chase and apprehension, refusal to volunteer information was met with improvised leverage and threats.

Unfortunately, she possessed far greater capabilities than those expected of a human. Enough to force me away by means of some form of kinetic shock wave.

The last I managed to get out of her was a claim to be Atlantean.

While all such declarations need to be treated with scepticism, I can confirm her skills are no mere product of chemical stimulation.

Whatever she is, I believe our opponents are now aware of our location.
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24 November 2011 @ 03:52 pm
[ It's been a little while of simple communicative blackout, and this went with messages from his own faction, but also his wife. Having somewhat tagged in to the former, it's time to contact the latter, before he can do much else.

His voice sounds a little rough, but automatically (safely) pragmatic when he says; ]

How are you faring?

[ He means 'hello, I'm sorry'. ]
23 November 2011 @ 02:36 pm
[Ana looks stern, and when she speaks it's in a slightly angry tone.]

Everyone will report to the training area tomorrow morning at 0800 hours. This is not a request, and this is not optional.
22 November 2011 @ 03:57 am
[Morning, Militants. Hermione looks exhausted. She has a mug of something in her hand, and grimaces every time she takes a sip. It's MRE instant coffee; not nice, but better than nothing.]

Alright. Good morning.

I suppose I ought to announce that I'm now second in command to Tseng, our Tactical Command. I'm sorry for not mentioning anything sooner- there didn't seem to be an appropriate moment, though of course it's best that everyone's on the same page in these matters.

Can everyone check in, please? I think... [She pauses for a moment, obviously not sure how to say this.] The past few disturbances and disappearances have been horrible, and we need to have some way of knowing where everyone is at all times. That way we can react more quickly and be more organised. [What good that will be in the case of HOOD-related disappearances, she's not sure- but she supposes a better grasp of how and when they happen would be useful.] So some kind of- I hate to say registration because it sounds either terribly school-marmish or just miserably bureaucratic, but you get the idea. Just so we don't miss anyone who's- quiet, or who's doing something out of the way.

[Another swallow of depressing coffee. Her lips twitch, but she manages not to actually pull a face.]

Either that, or we should agree that everybody ought to take on the responsibility of knowing where someone else is. We can certainly organise that, at least. But really- we aren't large enough for this to be a problem. It shouldn't be a problem- [And now she sounds too frustrated. She shakes her head, her tone returning to its former tired calm.] It's just been...mad. Especially recently. It's no one's fault- or it's all our faults.

[In short: everyone is falling apart. She sighs, and her tone becomes determinedly brisk: she's clearly trying the old 'keep calm and carry on' mentality.]

On a different subject- does anyone have any medical knowledge?
20 November 2011 @ 09:57 pm
[Whoever's holding the device doesn't really seem to know what to do with it. The camera's vision flips rapidly between black, static, and an actual recording for a moment, before focusing in on a painted face with heavily-lidded, yellow eyes, and hell if this kid type thing doesn't look like an addict.]

Uh, so, I guess I got the motherfuckin' notion that people can all up and hear me through this devicejig?

[He taps the lens, as if that will physically connect him to his supposed audience.]

What exactly the fuck is going on, here, anyways? Wars and shit? Basically can't get much less cool than that, my brothers. I guess this could be some sort of ironic douchey joke...

Hey, if you're all motherfucking listening and shit around in there, it'd be some kind of miracle if you were to sort of mention that this is just an ironic douchey joke.

14 November 2011 @ 02:51 pm
Alright, we're going to have a proper meeting. All of us. We've got to get some rules down and everyone should know everyone else on sight.

Doctor that includes you.

[Private to Rex]
I don't want anyone to take a shot at you.

[And added later]

[Open filter]
I want to know where the Doctor is, and I want to know now.

[OOC: For those who don't know? Ana is bad when it comes to losing her baby bro. Like super duper bad. So there will be much emo in the coming time frame. And possibly much suicidal action.]
12 November 2011 @ 05:09 pm
[The video clicks on to a view of Tseng and his usual blank wall.]

This may sound odd, but does anyone know where I could find a candle? Preferably blue or white, but anything but black would be acceptable.
10 November 2011 @ 04:04 pm
Let's see if this works.

Attention, all those claiming loyalty to the Militant army.

[The voice is male, baritone, definitely American, and sharp-edged. It's someone used to getting his way without question.

There is also some strange background noises and shuffling; he's still not sure how to use the Network.]

You are as of now in opposition to the progress of the Scourge. It is required that our full strength be present in Lordaeron for continued enforcement of the Lich King's dominion, and so I am authorized to use any force necessary to ensure this. And I will. Happily.

You have forty-eight hours to surrender.
06 November 2011 @ 08:49 pm
[Video filtered only to Aleera:]

We need to talk.
Current Location: Mall - Hallmark
Current Mood: determined
06 November 2011 @ 01:00 pm
[Audio | Private to Rhade]

I assume, Commander, that you are aware that my husband is on the Militant side. It seems foolish not to acknowledge the possibility of the...conflict of interest this might bring.

I prefer to think of this particular complication as a blessing rather than a curse. Obviously, we will finish the war on the same side, and considering the fact that my sister is here and you seem a capable leader, that side will be this one- I'm not going to insult your intelligence by claiming sudden loyalty to a random army I've been assigned to, but family is terribly important to me and I appreciate people who know what they're doing.

So. I expect him to defect- eventually. I think it would be a mistake for him to defect too early, considering the advantage it gives us- and by 'us' I mean the Civilian side.

[Audio | Private to Lucius]

I'm feeling better. My apologies for the...absurdities.

Moving on- the board has changed, as you well know. I rather feel it's time we started making use of our unique position, don't you think?
06 November 2011 @ 01:58 am
[Audio | no filter.]

I'm sorry for how I was acting last week. I really don't know what was wrong with me at all- it seems like we were all acting strangely, but that's no excuse.

But- anyway, doesn't anyone else think it's suspicious that we all started acting oddly at the same time?

[Audio | Private to Ana.]

The apology goes particularly towards you. I don't know what I was thinking.

Aside from that, there were a few ideas I wanted to raise with you- they came up when I was testing things with Snape. In fact, they're mainly his. And...well, there's...

Oh, beating around the bush like this is stupid. Ron's here; I know you've seen what he posted to the network. I know you know who he is.

I need to ask you to remove him from Lucius Malfoy's area of command. Please. It isn't safe, or fair, or sensible. It'll end in in-fighting- and what's more, I frankly don't trust Malfoy not to abuse that sort of power- especially not when a refusal to follow orders results in memory loss. And you know Malfoy's only in a position of power because it was the only way to get him to stay, not because he's a leader of any particular merit or trustworthiness! Let Ron answer to you like I do. Or even to Schmidt- at least there's no personal vendetta there.
01 November 2011 @ 10:25 pm
[Private to the Hospital | Audio]

How reduced is your current staff?

[Filtered to Pink and Jack Sparrow | Audio]

I've found a number of potential supply locations and shelters. I want you to look into transporting some of our resources. Consult with the wizards if necessary.

[Private to Bellatrix | Audio]

[We will not mention the nothing about anything.] I've not heard from the woman doing reconnaissance. [He needs to find a name for her.]

[General Civilian Filter | Audio]

If you are receiving this, please report in.
01 November 2011 @ 10:25 am
[Private to Lily]


[Several hours later:]

Lily, respond.

[Filtered to Rex Lewis, Gaheris Rhade and Martha Jones]

Lily Potter isn't responding to communications.

[Militant Filter]

[Several hours later; he sounds deceptively calm.]

Voldemort and Lily Potter are gone from the Civilian army. Gaheris Rhade has assumed command.
30 October 2011 @ 11:55 pm
[Upon awaking and being debriefed by the woman in the hospital, Ronald Weasley was far from amused. Being sent to the lobby did nothing for him, which was why he was pressing at buttons in curious frustration on the communicator given to him. This is partly why the sudden sound comes on to:]

Oh, buggering hell-- [Another sharp jamming of buttons, before a pause.] S’it on now? Didn’t see that before so must be… Blasted thing, nothing like one of those Muggle phone’s—er…

Don’t scream, do I? Oy. If someone can actually hear this go on and say what’s going on. No bleeding way I’ve gone this mad.
24 October 2011 @ 06:49 pm
[Tseng clears his throat before speaking.]

I hope today finds you all in good health, not that I suspect any of you have fatal diseases. They probably aren't as widespread on your worlds.

[He frowns, not exactly sure where that had all come from.]

Regardless, I'm wondering if anyone is willing to participate in an exercise within the next few days.

[Private to The Baroness]

Ma'am, do you know if there are paintball guns available?

[OOC: Tseng's got some Envy going this week~]
24 October 2011 @ 11:47 am
[The state of Pink's eyebrows, by now, probably isn't much of a shock. The sharp cleanliness of his uniform, though, his polished boots and buttons and his tightly pulled-back hair, are more unusual. As is the confidence and precision in his body language, the way he drapes himself over his chair. He plays with a short length of fabric, red and black with some kind of insignia on it, apparently hand-made. His Civilian's tattoo has been marked up to match the symbol.]

I don't suppose anyone else has noticed that things have gotten a bit peculiar 'round here.

[This is a spectacular example of the pot calling the kettle black, but Pink either doesn't realize, or doesn't care.]

[Private to Johann]

Herr Schmidt. How are you faring? 
24 October 2011 @ 07:41 am
[Narcissa looks truly terrible, her hair in disarray and her face pale. There are dark circles beneath her eyes, and her voice is listless and flat. She seems to be speaking with some effort.]


I’ve- there’s something I've to tell you. [She looks disorientated, as if she’s just woken from a nap, suddenly frowning and looking around, as if trying to remember something.]

…No. No, I doubt it matters.

No, it does matter- I’m sure it- I’m sure-… [She looks terribly distressed, conscious that this is not the sort of thing she does.] Bella told me not to tell you but frankly in this case Bella can-

Merlin, Lucius, I must be ill or Confunded or something- I really don’t know what’s wrong with me.
[Hermione’s on your screen, and she just flicked her hair. Her long, thick, straight, sleek hair. It’s rather a change from the usual pony tail or faintly threatening mass of curls. In answer to your questions: she commandeered one of the changing rooms in the Stadium, complete with showers, and spent about three hours combining magical and more mundane techniques in order to get it perfect. Pride and vanity aren’t worlds apart, after all.

Perhaps more notably, there are tiny golden birds fluttering around her, landing on her head and shoulders for a few seconds and then taking off again, rarely staying still.

In a delighted, cheerful trill: ]


We have a goddess. Or was I the only one who noticed? [You all get a rather superior, amused look, as if to say- well, that’s perfectly plausible, after all, because I am the only one with a brain around here…] I’m assuming she’s on our side now- right? Otherwise we’re letting an enemy wander around inside the base and I really do fail to see how that’s at all helpful.

Ana, I need to talk to you. Quickly, if you could? Over the network will do. I'm rather busy.

[That sounded like an order. Moving on rather dismissively- also, she is so far above personal filters- she adds:]

Um- let’s see, what else- oh! Of course. Lucius- how about a rematch? [She gives a wicked, self-assured sort of smile.] I’ll go easy on you again, if it helps.

Oh, and aside from all that- does anyone have any lipgloss? Please do reply quickly- I have rather a lot to get through, and it’s all so terribly important. Not all of us have the luxury of free schedules, after all. I can’t waste time on- on the likes of-

[She looks briefly bewildered, apparently finding that the words feel wrong in her mouth, and gives the camera a false, slightly worried smile that nonetheless tries to be smug and superior.]

I- Anyway. Like I said. A lot to get through.

((ooc: Hermione’s sin is Pride, and it’ll be on and off, at varying levels, and rather upsetting her in her more lucid moments.))
19 October 2011 @ 11:10 am
[Claire is on screen, opting out of filters so that everyone can see just how badass and amazing she is. Currently, she's outside and performing various gymnastic moves back to back : aerials, back handsprings, back saltos, roundoffs, front walkovers. Between moves, she eventually speaks.]

I think I'm pretty damn amazing. My team is lucky to have me, really.

[She deliberately misses a handspring, thus breaking her wrist. She doesn't wince or cry out; there is no pain. What she does do, is display her broken bones mending themselves. Claire partly cackles, partly giggles and resumes her showing off by dancing about to a provocative song.]

(( Reminder : Claire's sin is Pride. ))
Current Location: outside
Current Mood: pleasedpleased
Current Music: Woohoo - Christina Aguilera & Nicki Minaj
18 October 2011 @ 08:40 pm
[Civilian Filtered | Audio]

It seems that Voldemort is no longer with us. I've been unable to find him or make contact, nor have I noted any evidence of abduction or assassination. If you have questions as to where he might have gone, I suggest you direct them to the HOOD device. The same goes for Mr. Sirius Black and Lily Potter. Both seem to be absent.

[Which is far more suspicious than he knows it to be, since he doesn't know them personally.]

For those of you that have been reluctant to follow command, it is in your best interest. This game is about survival and we need to do what is necessary to win. I do know that we shouldn't hide away here like frightened cowards and rely on measly scraps to live.

[Filtered to Jack Sparrow and Doppelganger | Audio]

Report. [Believe it or not, he actually cares about his people despite being a dick sometimes and wants to make sure they're alright.]

[Private to Pink Floyd | Audio]

I want to split up our numbers and set up more bases with traps. I want you to help me look for prospective locations.

[Private to Bellatrix | Audio]

Look into the disappearances of our other wizards.

[Private to Baroness | Audio]

I want to talk to you about a policy concerning an exchange of information pertaining to the HOOD.

[Private to the HOOD | Audio]

What happens when people defect? What happens if most of a side defects?

*OOC He's getting a little bit of downtime before he gets affected by a sin. If anyone wants to plot for when it kicks in (which will be for about a day) let me know.
13 October 2011 @ 08:04 pm
[There's a worried face on the screen, he looks slightly confused as well. He's not used to this kind of technology; that and HOOD speaking in The female Warden's voice has thrown him off completely.]

I don't get it, what's happened? Is this-- This is the Fade isn't it? I was asleep and we've been ambushed and now I'm in the Fade.


[He lets out an annoyed groan. It makes sense. Loghain obviously was worried and wanted them all dead. The HOOD says something which can be barely heard; most likely some sound advice. Alistair shakes his head.]

I need to get out of here!
11 October 2011 @ 11:21 pm
[Hermione looks positively fresh today, as calm and business-like as she can really be in a warzone, face varying between a polite smile and en expression of brisk practicality. She even has notes. You can't see them, but every so often she glances down or reshuffles things.]


I've been working on some things; a way for Mu- for people without magical abilities to deflect spells and curses. I think they're...well, they're rather good, actually, and they've held up in testing so far, but I would like to do some more experimentation. I need a fresh perspective on them, I think. To that end, is there anyone who wouldn't mind helping? It does involve being on the end of jinxes, but I'll give you fair warning and certainly won't try anything I don't know how to fix. Anyway, it's unlikely they'd even hit you.

And of course, if we're teaching non-magical people to defend themselves against magical attacks...well, I think we should do the reverse as well. Obviously, everyone's going to need some form of...of training, but I'd like to do some experimentation as regards magical defences against Muggle weapons. I could use volunteers for that, too. I'm not offering to be shot at just yet, but I will need someone- or a few people, it really depends on availability- who can accurately fire a gun. Um- thanks.

Now. I'm willing to work on various other projects, of course. Based on my own experiences, I'd like to find some way of equipping non-magical members of our side with the ability to produce and use fire as a weapon. I...obviously, I'm biased towards working on magical solutions, but technological ones would be welcome as well.

As well as that, is there anything which we urgently need- or which would be extremely useful? I won't claim to have a solution for everything, but at least if we're all clear on what we need and what we're working towards, we'll be a little more organised.

[A glance down at her ~notes.]

Aside from that- we need to work out what everyone's strengths are. I know some of us can do magic of a very different sort to that which I'm used to, too, and I think we do need to have a long discussion about how our various systems operate, whether they can be combined and so on. Would some kind of comprehensive written document help, do you think? About the world I and various other people here come from? I don't think I could make a speech on it, honestly- I'd, er, probably bore you all to tears anyway. Though if anyone has any questions on the matter, of course I'll do my best to answer. Well, er, moving on- it's obvious we need to exploit every resource we have to its fullest, and combine all our knowledge and skills.

Is anyone well-versed in technology and engineering? Or map-making? Or gardening? Or anything else I haven't thought of or have never heard of that you think could be useful? Gardening sounds a bit incongruous, I know, but we do have plants growing, and Herbology only goes so far, and I really don't think anyone wants to get scurvy.

Oh! Yes. That reminds me- we have a medic now, don't we? Hello. I'd like to talk to you about healing magic, if you wouldn't mind? Thank you.
10 October 2011 @ 12:59 am
[Once again, she has decided to shout into her communicator. Either she thinks this is the only way to make it work, or she believes mortals are more impressed with the Voice of Goddess routine.]

How I long for the days of Odysseus and Achilles. They were warriors. Why do you all shrink from battle? What have mortals become, that you fear battle? Are you so weak that you quake when you think of blood? Where are the Spartans? Where are the Thebans?

Even when Troy fell to the might of the Achaeans, they did not tremble like children! They, too, had the blessing of Artemis, and fought with valor!

Why do we cower in this covered market? I have found a fine tunic of foreign silks. Let us hunt, and the militants shall be our prey! Who shall follow Artemis in to battle?

[For anyone who might have observed her in the Civilian HQ, her 'tunic of foreign silks' is...a black cocktail dress she happened to find. Clearly, this is an improvement over trousers.]
10 October 2011 @ 12:02 pm
my wife narcissa malfoy has been drafted to the civilians

im not defecting so threats coercion and further promotions are not necessary. i will be back shortly

do try not to annihilate her in the meantime she may prove useful

a meeting between us 3 may be wise sooner rather than later
Herr Riddle.
I would like to speak with you, when you have the time, if you feel obliged.
08 October 2011 @ 11:08 pm
I have another favor to request from members of either faction. It has nothing to do with the war effort, so don't worry yourselves, Civilians. I'm a doctor, after all, not a combatant or a strategist. Assisting me won't make you a traitor to... [Amused.] whatever your cause is.

I'm simply looking for an object-- something harmless, easy to carry. I'm willing to pay, of course, provided your price is reasonable.

Anyone who's interested can message me in private for details.

[Private to Ana; Video]
[HEY LOOK, Rex has converted his quarters into a creepy lab. He lifts a pulse rifle off his work table-- not as slick and refined as the ones back home, clearly modified from old weapons lying around, but hey. It'll do the trick.]

I have a present for you. [See, he's not the worst brother ever.]
09 October 2011 @ 01:51 am
[ So it's possibly taken Jack this long to use the communicators with any surety, along with their filtery functions, but he's bound to have been shown by now. What else is a pirate to do, but to get the magical speaky box to work as it was enchanted to?


He raises the phone aloft above his head, looking up into it with the uncertainty of someone unaccustomed to broadcasting their own video transmission. He's in some corner of the mall, seated, and looks about the same as he did when he first arrived -- unwashed. ]

So I had a stupid question, but thought I'd see if I could get intelligent answers.

Do we know where our Militant chappies are based? Is this a piece of obvious and common knowledge that's managed to evade my incredible talents of observation, or perhaps we've got clues and theories, I can work with either of those.

I thought it might be poor form to ask the Millies themselves. A bit conspicuous.
08 October 2011 @ 11:29 am
[Hermione’s voice is quiet and a little shaken, but not worryingly flat. If anything, it contains a bit of slightly black amusement, mixed in with the relief and fear of someone who’s just escaped being…well, eaten.]

They have a vampire. She’s the one wearing silk with red hair- bad habit of sounding like she’s, um, trying to chat up the people she’s trying to kill. [A weak, slightly inappropriate laugh escapes her, and then her tone becomes more serious, as if she’s noted the slight tendency towards hysteria and decided to squash it.]

She’s very strong, and by now, she’ll be very hungry. Don't go out at night without being prepared. Judging from things she's said, both as threats and while- well, she might have a particular taste for young women, but my guess is that she'll attack anyone just now. She likes to...play with her food, so be on your guard the moment you hear something suspicious. Don't brush anything off as paranoia. She doesn’t like fire, so use that if you can. I wasn’t able to experiment with much else, but fire will buy you some time to get away. I’m afraid I have no idea about bullets or anything like that- Selene? Any tips?
08 October 2011 @ 01:24 am
I need to speak with you.
07 October 2011 @ 05:40 pm
[How does this conversation go, then? Narcissa has no idea. Her face is very, very pale, but her voice is low and urgent, her sentences choppy and often unfinished; she clearly doesn't know quite what to say, or how to say it.]


I've been told- that is, Bella mentioned-

[She has, after all, been told not to talk about the Dark Lord. Not that she intends to follow that order- just that she doesn't trust the security of these devices against Voldemort's spellwork, should he decide he wants to know what his soldiers have been saying. She swallows, voice becoming harder and calmer through force of will alone.]

I didn't want to announce my presence like this, but it was the quickest, easiest way. Still, I don't wish to discuss anything at length over this- this inefficient Muggle instrument. Where are you? How are you? Where can we meet? Privately.
08 October 2011 @ 02:53 am
Good morning.

For those of you I have not met, new and otherwise, my name is Lucius Malfoy. I am a wizard with some combative experience, and I have been given the post of Third-in-Command of our sorry little militia. I am well versed in the Dark Arts and defense against them, but more importantly, I am not the only one. Not on our side, and not on their side.

And before you argue, I know very well that magic is not the only concern we have to face when it comes to firepower, but it is what I would have all of you focus on this week. After discussion with our commander, I have decided it is prudent that everyone learn some defenses against magical attacks, futile though it may be in many cases. These will come in the form of learning to evade blunt instrument stunning spells, through to more insidious curses that you will have to be prepared for.

I will start with the beginners. Those of you who have never had to face a wizard such as I in combat, meet me on the field. Failure to respond will have your names passed on to the commander -- I've no time to waste on foolishness.

[ private to hermione and severus ]

If you fancy a little target practice, feel free to come along. If not, I would have you investigate charming non-magical instruments that might suffice against rudimentary curses. My cane is infused with this ability, even without a wand in it, and it may prove useful for our lesser comrades.

[ OOC: Log is over here! ]
06 October 2011 @ 05:08 pm
[Morning, Civilians. There's a woman on your screen, looking...judging. She's beautiful, but not exactly attractive- not unless you find her sneer compelling, which is difficult.]

Good afternoon. My name is Narcissa Malfoy- Mrs Malfoy or ma'am will do for those with whom I lack an intimate connection- and I gather I've been brought here to serve the Civilian side...particularly in the area of strategy.

That, at least, is what I've gleaned from the machine which welcomed me- and I use the word ' welcomed' very loosely.

I may require a guide.

[And look: personal filters. It's taken her a while to work them out, but she's managed.]

[Private to Voldemort.]

My Lord- it is the highest honour to serve you, both here and at home.

[Private to Bellatrix.]

[She sounds a little more urgent, the humility she displayed addressing Voldemort completely gone.]

Bella, I was given your name as third in command- where are you? Are you alright? How long have you been here? There are questions the machine refused to answer to any satisfaction...
06 October 2011 @ 10:27 am
[ private to severus ]

Are you versed in the casting of Unbreakable Vows? I need you to perform one.

[ private to ana ]

I assume you still wish to go through this. Agree to the below so that this might be over and done with. I have contacted Severus.

[ private text to ana ]

Will you refrain from sharing any information with the Civilian side granted to you in the capacity as Third-in-Command, except in moments of duress, harmful coercion or when it would be beneficial towards the victory of the Militant side to do so?

[ private to hermione ]

[ Actually makes an effort to not sound particularly snipey as he says; ]

The Vow will be done. I would not make you go through the same measures to guarantee you will not tell anyone, Militant or Civilian or neutral, because I'm going to assume you're intelligent enough to exercise discretion.
03 October 2011 @ 01:10 pm
[Martha sounds panicked..]

I don't know what's going on, but the HOOD is talking.

It's talking. It's talking and it sounds like my Doctor..

[OOC notes: No, it doesn't sound like David Tennant. That's what it sounds like to her. The HOOD sounds like something familiar made robotic. It can be a person they know, something from fiction or whatever, but the voice of the HOOD will have meaning for them.]
02 October 2011 @ 01:03 am
[Filtered to Civilians | Audio]

I've returned from a scouting expedition. [He's actually just approaching the mall now. He decided not to do it until late.] I made maps of the region, and outlined the borders of the Zone. I wouldn't recommend crossing them without reinforcements.

There were fish in the water, but not enough to provide a steady food supply. Nor did I find any supply of seeds or edible plant life. Previous armies must have completely absorbed all of the resources. Therefore, we'll have to keep an eye on the drops.

[Private to Voldemort | Audio]

I wish to report the maps for review, sir, as well as pose some recommendations [He doesn't know they have a medic yet.].

May I have permission to get cleaned up before reporting, sir?
02 October 2011 @ 12:50 am
We have a Goddess.
What on Earth.