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[Priority Broadcast][Video - backdated to Wednesday]
[The feed opens to a view of Megatronus Prime, a bloodied sword in hand. He gives it a hard flick to clear the worst of the gore from his blade, and a chunk of what used to be one of the monstrous centipedes flies off and knocks a nearby Acolyte in the head. It stumbles out of frame. Megatronus doesn't pay it any mind and addresses his audience:]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
I imagine few of you will argue with me if I say that our guests have overstayed their welcome. Hospitality has its limits, after all.
[Besides which, he certainly never invited them to visit in the first place. Rude, centipedes. Very rude.]
When the creatures of the Badlands haven't the sense to retreat of their own volition, I find that a concentrated application of brute force is often enough to convince them of their error. My kin and I have determined that these monsters are likely led by a demon hiding at the core of an offshoot of the Badlands – if you've wandered outside of the Haven, you've likely noticed the approaching darkness. That is where we will be applying our force.
- and when I say 'we,' I don't simply mean my brothers and I.
Refugees, I call on you for volunteers who can fight; failing that, I'll accept volunteers who think they can fight. Anyone with a skill that would serve them well in combat, or those capable of supporting combatants. What you lack in size or experience can be compensated for through other means. I am willing to offer what gifts I can to those willing to fight in order to improve the likelihood of your... success.
[Survival. The word he means is 'survival.' Dragging Refugees to the heart of enemy territory often ends poorly for the weaker members of the group, but it's a necessary sacrifice.]
Unless, of course, you'd all rather be subject to regular attacks within the Haven. For those of you that care enough about your friends and your place here to act, I will be waiting for you in my arena. The Acolytes will direct you if you cannot find your way.
If you bear my Glyph, I expect to see you there.
[OOC note: there's a companion log to this post up over here for those who want to sign up their characters and collect a temporary boon ICly!]
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[Because he's tired of waiting around.]
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[By which he means that they actually get along now and then, so he won't actively be pushing Sissel into more than he can handle.]
How well can you fight?
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I work from the inside out, I guess you could say. I've learned I can...possess lower-functioning mechs.
Stop their gears, rerout fluids to places they shouldn't go.
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Interesting. Are you able to control more than one at a time?
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[He's been practicing with the stuff he'd gathered from the junkpile, and he's noticed his powers have heightened a little, though.]
But one's all I need to start some beast in-fighting.
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One of your gifts could possibly help me.
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Some of the others may have passenger compartments that would be suitable for storing your body in transit. I do, however, believe I could do more than that to ensure your survival. Come see me in person.
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...Sure thing. Where can I meet you?
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Meet me in the arena. The tendency for these creatures to burrow inside has made some areas of my temple particularly hazardous, recently. There's little room to evade them within the lower corridors.
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[At the directions, he gives a nod.]
It'll take me a bit, but I don't tire out, so...keep an eye out.
[The feed clicks off, and after about...two hours or so of continuous running, Sissel makes it to the arena, ducking his head as he walks through the perfectly-large-enough entrance. Dodging monsters seemed to be the nuisance of the trip, really.
He looked around for any sign of the FirstForged, making sure to keep his eyes UP instead of level.
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But Sissel!
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You can trust me on this.
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It's okay if I go alone.
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You know I wouldn't pass up a ride. But are you sure you can...make it?
[He can't see you being in the general proximity as Megatronus.]
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