Attention! A List Of Names.

[eggmouse]

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A SHRIEK ECHOES IN THE STORM FROM THE FESTIVAL GROUNDS.

SOMEONE HAS PUBLISHED A LIST OF NAMES ON THE STAGE.

THERE IS MULTIPLE. THEY HANG THERE LIKE DECAYING BUGS IN A WEB.

PRIVATE VELLA
SERGEANT CC-DELLE
PRIVATE ZARRANN
SERGEANT SPECIALIST
PRIVATE SUNNY
COMMANDER JOLLI

RAIN TRICKLES DOWN EACH SYLLABLE IN BRIGHT RED BEFORE THE SUN SMILES AND HIGHLIGHTS THE PARCHMENT BELOW LIKE CANDY FOR THE TAKING.

oocly: feel free to take copies.

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…

There is absolutely no fuckin' word I can write to describe these individuals.

I won't balloon their egos–it's clear who I am as well. If you're so inclined to combat me over these words,
.. There's a pause with the pen. Capri's nose crinkles--and she forfeits to a standard word.
Then find me in the streets.

After my near-death experience, I said to myself that these individuals attempted to silence every fiber of my being.

I won't give you all the glory of making me your victim.
I listed you for a reason in the way I did–your rank does not matter to me.

High Command bastardized their own people, I have seen it happen with my feverish sight; you are listed in the way you are because you are undeserving of structure.

I'm giving the city your names because it's clear to me that you not only have impacted my life, but others. You are a hand in this foul play.

The writing is tired, paced and lengthened–yet there is a steaming fury behind it, as if trying to recollect the storm that the author had atop that tower.

A special plight to the Specialist of this world's bare graves–you made yourself a fool.

Taking the step you did made you prove that you are incapable of recognizing the flaws of your noble statement.

One more time I challenge you to show that violent streak you said you lacked.

The cool summer breeze causes the multiple parchments to collide and spell out a declaration of a duel. To all who watched or saw it at different times--it was like windchimes. There was something deeply disturbing about its tranquility.

SERGEANT SPECIALIST, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

YOU ARE ASKED TO REPENT.

YOU ARE THE TARGET THE ARROW HITS IN THE WOODS.

NO ONE WILL BE AROUND TO SEE.

... A Feka's shadow departs from the stage, caught by the burning flakes of the suns rays.

If it is true that you hate violence, then you will not show your face.

Otherwise, lie to yourself.

There's a reverberation of the pen hitting against the journals pages. A clutter with the wood, and the Feka stands from the desk, pushing her locks back against her head with greasier hands. As she turns with a cup of Kaffee in her grasp, her fingers itch the clay and absorb the warmth–she's breathing it in as if it's the last meal before she sends herself off to death row.

Her mind is stuck pondering–afraid, it's clear in all of her features. The tiredness, the bags of exhaustion underneath her eyes, the tail tucked around her waistline like a corset as she tries to preserve the last instance of her beauty. A sweaty tear wipes away, and she finishes jostling something down before the last period is harshly dragged out as a finishing note.

Meet me. 04:06:00 PM Regalian Empire Standard Time, you fuckin' uneducated swath. At the fuckin' Festival Grounds.

Talk a walk through the woods before things happen. It'll give you time to walk away before shit gets ugly.

There's the sound of dusty boots stomping away, and the crackling of the fire from the Hexenblood's late night ambiance. She had stayed up past her talk with… with a friend.​

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oocly: want to gun her down before this happens? dm me and you can make it happen! I don't know if both dedjok and I agree to anybody else interrupting us yet because I think we just want a 1 on 1, but that's all due to change! if we do come to the conclusion that it's okay, you can try to find the location through capri or the specialist icly.

Spoiler: tag list!

@DedJok
@microwavemmm
@Barium_V9
@slurmancer
@BeetrootSalad (i told you i would tag you)
@KrakenLord01
@PapidaCarrot
@LeafMC (for the last sentence <33)
@Indianna_Allie
@WaterDruppel ​

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[Indianna_Allie]

A handwritten note is taped near the list. The handwriting is impeccable, and precise.
Who are you, again? - Private Vella

 

[PresentMediator]

Subject Capri. Your control circuit appears to be in disrepair.
- Sunny​

 

[ezalB]

A being whose face glinted crimson from the glow of its own sensor found one of the papers on a report desk inside the camp of High Command. Needle-like fingers pinched it off of its visor after having it stuck to it, and Runnam then looked over the document whose author must have been half crazed.

"A list. I wonder how I get on one of those?" the sergeant asked absent mindedly to a hardhat wearing Bralla beside it (@slurmancer ), before again handing the paper back. As it walked, Runnam adjusted its belt. The Bronn tapped the bonesaw snug in its place as it made to go help the Senior Specialist in Detainment.

 

[slurmancer]

"Sunrise, Sergeant Abacus! Come and look at this!"

Sergeant CC-Delle, the ever jubilant and eccentric slime, slapped her own copy (who copied it??) of the message against Sergeant Runnam's visor. No matter that it had just pondered the letter in its own way. She had her own way of doing things, and always elected to make it someone else's problem. However she would have surely annoyed the Bronn, her own response to the list and damning accusations came quite quickly. After all, all she had to do was spell it out.

​

There was no name on the end of the response, but the 'method' would probably serve as a signature of its own; the orange goo that stained every hand-cut letter certainly helped.

 

[bwmwags3]

"Familiars, can any of you read this thing?" The bralla hands it to the managerie of engineered creatures attempting to make heads and tails of the unique formatting in the latter parts, "Its unique."

"Oh also, I believe this organic mistakes expectation of lawful conduct for something like pacifism? One could make the analogy they taunt us like a criminal does a guardsmen, that because they enforce the law to the expectations of their commanders. They are somehow bloodthirsty, she is a fervent rebel and criminal in the eyes of this command for a reason."

 

[KrakenLord01]

Kannilon lifted a copy of the paper, reading the list of names and the issued challenge to their comrades on said list. It intrigued them as everything else did, how often these Organics published some document of defiance-

That was it, Documents of Defiance. It would be a chapter in their anthropological study. But first, the copper-brass Bronn took an empty sheet and began to write:

Greetings to the riveting renegade Capri,

The publications of yourself and others continue to fascinate me, as they will be wonderful additions the history of the Bralona liberation of Regalia. However, I must also point out an error in your writing, as you seem to have omitted my name from this list. I am sure this is just an oversight, and one that you will correct. I do so love to be included, especially in an exciting confrontation such as this.

Live free from the Gods,

Kannilon
Anthropologist of Regalian Culture
Private of the Bralona High Command

 

[DedJok]

Greetings,
While you failed to sign the insane scribblings posted around the area, in my infinite wisdom I have a good enough idea to guess which local you are out of our recently head-damaged lot.
I am afraid to tell you that I do not prove myself through bouts of strength, as locals tend to do. I am not a soldier, I am an engineer and a chemist. You will not find what you are seeking in challenging me.

That being said, I believe this is a wonderful opportunity to learn for everyone involved. I will be "seeing you" at the listed time.
Have a safe day.

All the "best",
Senior Specialist Alloe
@eiiiiiko

 

[GRIST_]

"So, let me get this straight. They almost died right?" They asked their slime companion, offering out the piece of paper to them. "And now they want to face an unkillable slime in the woods. Alone." The Isldar wafted their hands out in an aloof manner. "Does that make sense to you?"

"They said they won't be a victim but set themselves up to be one.."

@PuffyPigeon

 

[Zen_watermelon]

A bubblegum pink Yanar looks over the list, taking a copy. They stuff it into their notebook under a section titled "Vengence." What an edgelord- why do they have that?!