Event: Lucerne

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Characters: OPEN to Lucerne agents
Location: Lucerne, Switzerland
Rating: PG
Time: December 17+
Description: Shibusen Europe needs help and the other bases have sent their agents to lend their assistance. Event Summary Here

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Main hall

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You could even mistake it for the clinic, if it didn't lack beds.

[open!]

[checkoutmyjugs]

[ With Fire and Thunder chasing around one of the little animated robots, Kilik watches over them while munching on a sausage. ]

Oi, oi, oi...try not to break anything guys.

[call_me_h0ney]

Brock's first impression of the base at Lucerne was that it was busier than a usual day in Death City. He almost tripped over the little robots racing around, stumbling as one cut in front of him, trying to escape from what appeared to be a chase.

He noticed another person standing in the main hall. He smiled in a friendly greeting.

"Fast little guys, aren't they?" he said with a laugh.

[checkoutmyjugs]

Kilik polished off his sausage and made some nodding gesture toward the robots or maybe his weapons, mumbling something with a mouthful. Realizing that wouldn't quite work, he repeated it again only after he had swallowed his food, "If ya mean my weapons, yeah...they're a handful. These robots got nothing on 'em." He lowered his gaze to watch a few gadgets wind themselves around his feet before scratching his cheek.

"I expected kishin eggs, madness, witches -- hell, even the sausage -- but I can honestly say that the number of these things here is surprising." And a sign of someone who had waaaay too much time on his hands, but who was he to judge? Look at some of the weirdos that came out of Shibusen.

Mess hall/Kitchens

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[Open]

[holy_prankster]

[Sohki's sitting there in calm amusement while he observing the tiny soul wavelengths as they flutter to and fro. From what he'd heard, they were mechanical devices brought to life, and he found it absolutely fascinating.

That's why he's nursing the tea in his hand. Trust the kirin to come to battle prepared. How could one enter battle without having a full range of tea leaves flavours on hand?]

[call_me_h0ney]

Brock wandered through the mess hall, heading towards the kitchens to see if there was something he could do to help. At least, that's what he told himself. In reality, he was concerned about the battle. He was well aware of the things that could go wrong. Heading to the kitchen was just a way of centering himself.

As he wandered between the many tables, he spotted a familiar head. Breaking into a smile, he changed the direction of his stride. "Sohki, I didn't realise you were here as well," he said warmly in greeting.

[holy_prankster]

The moment that Brock entered the mess hall, was the moment that Sohki caught the other's scent on the air. It had been quite some time since he'd 'seen' the young Weapon, he thought while quietly observing the other.

"Mmm well there's no show without punch, right?" Sohki said in reply to the warm greeting.

Barracks

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First come, first served!

[holy_prankster]

[Sohki stood there in amusement while he waited for China's reaction to their sleeping arrangements. He didn't need his sight to know that the country wouldn't be impressed, and with a smile, he glanced at his Weapon.]

Top or bottom?

[closedmarket]

[unimpressed was a small word for it. really, the whole complex was one unsure-making thing after another.]

[still. this was for sure.]

Top.

You are too tall to be anything but on the bottom.

[holy_prankster]

[There's a chuckle as he moves over to inspect the lower bunk. In all honesty, he didn't care which one he took.]

So you want to be on top then, hmm? Why China-kun, I never took you as the aggressor.

Mirror Room

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Offices

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Upside!

OPEN | December 17, late afternoon

[thewarisover]

[He's managed to convince one of the officers to give him a desk. Now he's sitting at it and taking down notes. You might have seen him all over the place on arrival, asking questions, checking out the area, getting an idea of exactly what was going on.]

[checkoutmyjugs]

Yo, Mustang!

[ Kilik greets him with a casually raised hand before approaching the desk. ]

Figure out your first move yet?

[thewarisover]

Kilik. Hi. [Swift smile, then he's back to staring at his papers.] Bolstering up the defenses of this place would be the most important thing to consider, I would think.