Seventeenth Drop: by our powers combined (videopost)
(Sorrow is deliberately video-posting this time. In one hand is a flyer that flaps in the wind as he tries to hold it open. He turns his head toward the screen and waves the flyer at it. He looks more solemn than usual, his silver eyes intense as he manages to straighten out the paper in both hands and holds it so that the screen can show it.)
Zdravstvujtye, Gorod.
In case you haven't seen it yet, there are signs everywhere looking for people to help track down information about curses, assist those under their influence, analyze the happenings, and so forth. If you have any motivation -- whatever that may be -- to assist with the curses in any way, I recommend that you contact these people.
(A white finger flicks out; the sign lists three names: Setsuna F. Seiei, Lockon Stratos, and Tieria Erde.)
We run like terrified mice because we are not banded together. Once we combine our efforts, we can deal with many of the curses, or at least their aftermath, in a more organized and controlled manner. For better or worse, the curses are here -- but we do not have to sit back and let them rule us. Come with us.
I offer the Lighthouse as a designated safe house; it is composed entirely of well-laid stone, with iron and bolted doors and shuttered windows, and its altitude makes it well-defended when necessary. Unless I am affected, I will be there to take care of those who are seeking refuge or who need restraint before they cause harm to others. If anyone knows magic and is willing to set up some sort of anti-magic wards (or whatever magical tools are used to dispel casting within their boundaries), that would further improve the defenses. (My skills are not magical, so I will not be disturbed.)
Thank you, City. Do svidaniya.
(He reaches for the device screen button, then suddenly stops.)
Oh, and Lockon? I must ask...you couldn't be more inventive than, "The Curse Brigade"?
(His eyes crinkle in a bemused smile, and he turns the screen off.)
Zdravstvujtye, Gorod.
In case you haven't seen it yet, there are signs everywhere looking for people to help track down information about curses, assist those under their influence, analyze the happenings, and so forth. If you have any motivation -- whatever that may be -- to assist with the curses in any way, I recommend that you contact these people.
(A white finger flicks out; the sign lists three names: Setsuna F. Seiei, Lockon Stratos, and Tieria Erde.)
We run like terrified mice because we are not banded together. Once we combine our efforts, we can deal with many of the curses, or at least their aftermath, in a more organized and controlled manner. For better or worse, the curses are here -- but we do not have to sit back and let them rule us. Come with us.
I offer the Lighthouse as a designated safe house; it is composed entirely of well-laid stone, with iron and bolted doors and shuttered windows, and its altitude makes it well-defended when necessary. Unless I am affected, I will be there to take care of those who are seeking refuge or who need restraint before they cause harm to others. If anyone knows magic and is willing to set up some sort of anti-magic wards (or whatever magical tools are used to dispel casting within their boundaries), that would further improve the defenses. (My skills are not magical, so I will not be disturbed.)
Thank you, City. Do svidaniya.
(He reaches for the device screen button, then suddenly stops.)
Oh, and Lockon? I must ask...you couldn't be more inventive than, "The Curse Brigade"?
(His eyes crinkle in a bemused smile, and he turns the screen off.)