((First thread here.))
((Present Day, 4-19-14))
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Chief Flame Sergeant Osric Melkire leaned against the far wall of the Hall’s conference room as he waited for the others.
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It had been a sennight since Captain Mynhier disappeared, and over a sennight since the First Annual Royal Ball. There had been no sign, and no word save for the bloody confessions that Osric had stripped from the tormented Elezen’s worthless tongue before turning him into custody. A search party had been assembled, and Swift had been quick to take charge; the commander sat now at the head of the conference table, sifting through reports, eyes flickering occasionally towards the door.
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The others were due back anytime now; this meeting had been scheduled at the outset. They were to gather to make their reports in person. Osric had never met any of them before last sennight, but they seemed good men and women, and that was enough for now. Some he still hadn’t met, and that was the source of the anxiety that kept him standing.
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Something was up with the Sultansworn; Ser Jenlyns had sent word that he was too pressed for men to dedicate anyone to the search. That had been last sennight… but there'd be a knight or two joining them today. Osric had seen to that.
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In any case, there’d be a briefing first, to bring any newcomers up to speed, and then the rest would share what they’d found out. So he leaned against the wall, and waited….
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((Fast-forwarded to the current time so as to allow everyone the freedom of IC movement required to participate, if they should choose to do so. Blades, Flames, and Sultansworn are welcome to join in on the meeting.. If you’re not any of the above, feel free to pull a Xydane and do totally random shit in this thread.))
((EDIT: Updated starting time of thread in light of in-game events.))
((Present Day, 4-19-14))
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Chief Flame Sergeant Osric Melkire leaned against the far wall of the Hall’s conference room as he waited for the others.
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It had been a sennight since Captain Mynhier disappeared, and over a sennight since the First Annual Royal Ball. There had been no sign, and no word save for the bloody confessions that Osric had stripped from the tormented Elezen’s worthless tongue before turning him into custody. A search party had been assembled, and Swift had been quick to take charge; the commander sat now at the head of the conference table, sifting through reports, eyes flickering occasionally towards the door.
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The others were due back anytime now; this meeting had been scheduled at the outset. They were to gather to make their reports in person. Osric had never met any of them before last sennight, but they seemed good men and women, and that was enough for now. Some he still hadn’t met, and that was the source of the anxiety that kept him standing.
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Something was up with the Sultansworn; Ser Jenlyns had sent word that he was too pressed for men to dedicate anyone to the search. That had been last sennight… but there'd be a knight or two joining them today. Osric had seen to that.
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In any case, there’d be a briefing first, to bring any newcomers up to speed, and then the rest would share what they’d found out. So he leaned against the wall, and waited….
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((Fast-forwarded to the current time so as to allow everyone the freedom of IC movement required to participate, if they should choose to do so. Blades, Flames, and Sultansworn are welcome to join in on the meeting.. If you’re not any of the above, feel free to pull a Xydane and do totally random shit in this thread.))
((EDIT: Updated starting time of thread in light of in-game events.))
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