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Characters; ALL of ExFavila.
Setting/Location; The Rendezvous-Point
Date & Time; Day Six; Early Afternoon
Warnings; You better be here.
Briefing; As per instructions, ExFavila is preparing for a holiday trip.
The order had come earlier, and it had come to some surprise, perhaps, for Azul at least. He disliked having training schedules interrupted, unless it was for a greater purpose - and a greater purpose was, in Azul's yellow eyes, usually what came hand-in-hand with bloodshed. Not so much today. Perhaps a field trip could be of some use one way or the other for the soldiers and their education, but Azul himself cared very little for anything other than hands-on violence.
Still, he followed his orders, and after the initial call made sure to lead his brigade to the Rendezvous-Point. He was familiar with the place. The structure itself was not so unusual, given the layout of the whole country, but inside the building, the large open space with its strangely shaped column in the middle, the ground covered with runes and circles - here, it was a whole different story.
Azul looked briefly over his shoulder to see if the change of surrounding disconcerted any of the recruits, more out of interest than worry. He had been here before, knew what was going to come - they did not. In the end, he turned back and led the way to the middle of the room, still with respectful distance to the centre.
"You will understand soon," he growled, with a deep, low voice that was faintly reminiscent of gears grinding together. "We are waiting for the other brigades."
He cast a glance at the guards surrounding them and gave them a brief nod to let them understand they were not ready and complete yet; preparations were going to be delayed just a little longer. He did not see it fit to warn his recruits from annoying these grey-clad soldiers - it had better be obvious for them, given the strict looks all of them carried. And with that, Azul crossed his arms and cracked his neck, waiting for his colleagues to make their appearance.
[ooc: NU Event preparations are going! So, everybody? Mingle. Brig 1 guys, arrive individually as you wish, Brig 2 guys, you can assume you're already here. Talk to each other, walk around, don't poke the column, please. Your leaders will interrupt at some point and get you started. But for now, express your travel-hopes and anxieties. Have fun. :D]
Setting/Location; The Rendezvous-Point
Date & Time; Day Six; Early Afternoon
Warnings; You better be here.
Briefing; As per instructions, ExFavila is preparing for a holiday trip.
The order had come earlier, and it had come to some surprise, perhaps, for Azul at least. He disliked having training schedules interrupted, unless it was for a greater purpose - and a greater purpose was, in Azul's yellow eyes, usually what came hand-in-hand with bloodshed. Not so much today. Perhaps a field trip could be of some use one way or the other for the soldiers and their education, but Azul himself cared very little for anything other than hands-on violence.
Still, he followed his orders, and after the initial call made sure to lead his brigade to the Rendezvous-Point. He was familiar with the place. The structure itself was not so unusual, given the layout of the whole country, but inside the building, the large open space with its strangely shaped column in the middle, the ground covered with runes and circles - here, it was a whole different story.
Azul looked briefly over his shoulder to see if the change of surrounding disconcerted any of the recruits, more out of interest than worry. He had been here before, knew what was going to come - they did not. In the end, he turned back and led the way to the middle of the room, still with respectful distance to the centre.
"You will understand soon," he growled, with a deep, low voice that was faintly reminiscent of gears grinding together. "We are waiting for the other brigades."
He cast a glance at the guards surrounding them and gave them a brief nod to let them understand they were not ready and complete yet; preparations were going to be delayed just a little longer. He did not see it fit to warn his recruits from annoying these grey-clad soldiers - it had better be obvious for them, given the strict looks all of them carried. And with that, Azul crossed his arms and cracked his neck, waiting for his colleagues to make their appearance.
[ooc: NU Event preparations are going! So, everybody? Mingle. Brig 1 guys, arrive individually as you wish, Brig 2 guys, you can assume you're already here. Talk to each other, walk around, don't poke the column, please. Your leaders will interrupt at some point and get you started. But for now, express your travel-hopes and anxieties. Have fun. :D]