Who: ...ANYONE FROM THE CLAYMORE CAST WHO CARES TO SHOW UP!
When: December 9th, evening.
Where: Priscilla's bedroom in the Headquarters.
Visual references here!
Format: going to go with action!
What: Let's just call it a debriefing, not to mention an excuse to get the castmembers who avoid each other into one place. XD
Warnings: Possible descriptions of violence, idek.
NOTES: LET US ESCHEW FORMAL POSTING ORDER AND JUST REPLY WHENEVER WE WANT! Considering the cast size that seems like the best idea, and the chaos will be more interesting, considering the personalities involved.
[Her wounds haven't healed - not entirely. That much is evident by the bandages that line her still rebuilding torso and skeletal left arm. Still, it's evident as well that rest has done her some good. No longer blood streaked, Priscilla sits propped against a mountain of pillows in bed, one of her cats curled at her side as the other frolics freely through the room, chasing a fox. At her side, Isley sits at the edge of the bed - composed and calm.
[Perhaps a bit too calm.]
[She feels better, yes... better, but not well. For once, she radiates energy like a beacon - the yoki she needs to rebuild her body and keep from collapsing again. It turns her eyes to golden and catlike, all slim pupils and firelight, and her face is grim because the situation is, itself, grim.]
[Grim enough for her to have sent word to those from her world that there may be something hunting them. And to have asked them here, to her home - all of them, despite their differences and despite their blood-stained and often tragic histories with one another. It won't be comfortable, she knows - and she can't even be certain who, if anyone, will come. But, for her, there are some things more important than comfort. And so she waits.]