welcome to siege day networking

[weifinder]

( for the sake of keeping everything that happens on that day contained, please feel free to use this as a catch-all network 'post' for everyone's communications and shouting over each other should that be happening!

all top level comments below can be new communications, please threadjack each other at will! adding a general time marker to the top of your comment to this post can indicate a when where that communication is happening, as you like. )

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[downswing]

( The plan, plain: )

Slaughter. Survive.


( ...in that order. )

and later, nearly past siege

[downswing]

( The most laboured, scratched of voices: )

— we come. ( Ah. Helpful. ) Archeval. Prepare for wounded.

[scrapgege]

I will. But don't worry too much. They're new undead, for most of them. They won't really be able to do me much damage, and I can feel them coming, too.

[bearshermark]

Archeval's injured?

[A worried beat. The man should be able to heal himself- but it's been such a long battle..

The sounds of hurried shuffling]

How bad is it?

[downswing]

( The most helpful: )

He lives.

[bearshermark]

[Dammit Wangji, that's his friend]

That better mean his injuries aren't serious.

[downswing]

( Wangji's are meanwhile hardly all that grand, either. )

I am no medic.

[bearshermark]

[A lowly muttered curse]

I'll prepare for the worst.

[downswing]

— gratitude.

[bearshermark]

[His stomach does another worrying flip at that, but]

No need. He's my friend.

[weifinder]

Hah, could you put survive first?

[downswing]

( When you put it like that: )

One is guaranteed.

[weifinder]

So make it the guarantee!

[downswing]

( Is... he laughing? That's either a hiss or a smile. )

We guarantee slaughter.

[weifinder]

( A huff, a different strain: )

Yet to think neither of us hail from Qinghe.

( Which is... as close to amused as he's coming, in strain, and silence will stretch forth from him next, after a: )

Guarantee both.

( And another muted roar, crunching snow, falling bodies. )

[downswing]

( Ah, but that wonderful feeling of leaving your soulmate on medieval read. )

late, late night day one into two (un: any fin is possible, voice)

[lancifolium]

[following this]

Can anyone in the study hear me? I'm bringing you Five.

[ Unlike any previous, very distracted-sounding communication, at this moment Lily just sounds furious. ]

Re: late, late night day one into two (un: any fin is possible, voice)

[royal_venant]

What happened to Five?

[ Reg is concerned about his acquaintance. ]

[lancifolium]

He's not himself.

[ That she is speaking through gritted teeth while trying to retain some semblance of composure is by no means subtle.

Then again, what if he is being himself? ]

I hope.

[royal_venant]

What do you mean?

[ And why are you so angry about it, Evans? ]

[lancifolium]

I mean I am lucky I'm not dead.

[ Which is as clear a picture as she's willing to paint on this open line of communication with who knows listening in. ]

I'm in one of the rear bedrooms, pond-side. I need to move him to the study.

[bearshermark]

[He's been listening in for just such occasions. He's busy, and thus, his voice comes through distracted.]

How bad is he?

[royal_venant]

[ Godric's tits, Evans, what trouble did you get into when they split up. ]

Do you need help?

[lancifolium]

He's not physically injured, but he is not alright. I'm sorry to do this to you Eleven. I'll stay and help with the others once I reach you.

[lancifolium]

[ It's not her fault certain members of the party elect to communicate via sword. ]

If you can reach me quickly. I have to get him to Eleven before he can move again.

[ At that last part, Lily sounded less angry, more scared. ]