The · White · Lion

Seven hells, Cerse - -

Task Force, patrols of two, you know your pairs. Defend any who need it and be vigilant for more -

I cannot help but feel that the best manner of dealing with this might be staying inside, if we can barricade somewhere... but some seem powerful enough...

[A pause, and then a barked laugh, rough and distorted, then metal meeting metal.]

More murders. A fine welcome it is that - seven hells.

If anyone knows aught about these killings, alert me or another member of the Task Force. If you have found one of the victims, report to us before taking them to the hospital or to the Sanctuary as soon as you can.

[TASK FORCE FILTER]

Task Force, find the victims. It may be that we can yet save some. Take them to the Sanctuary or the hospital, whereever is closer to you. Make that your first priority.

We don't have the men to split into pairs, so for all our sake's, be careful. There are enough threats out there without another gods-be-damned murderer on the loose.

[LOCKED FROM DEAN]

And who the hell put Dean Winchester through the Door?

((OOC: BACKDATED to just after this post of Val's.

Also, if your character is a Task Force member, comment to this entry so we know what's going on.))

[Locked to Task Force]

Matt, if you're with us yet, you're to go with the Turks and whoever goes from the Queensguard. I trust your shooting has not suffered in the time I've been away.

The rest of you report, now. I need to know who's still with us. The wounded, the hurt, and the unconscious are to be taken to the sanctuary at once. Make no attempt to break into whatever the hell that dark even is.

[Locked to Val]

One of my men will be going with you, my lady. He's a marksman.

Seven hells! I'm gone for a day - how long has it been?

Claire! Angeal, catch me up with this. Brienne, you'd better not have taken it upon yourself to start following me again.

Aaron, if you've food prepared, I'd be glad of it. As it happens, you're a great improvement on what I'm used to.

Gods it's good to be whole again... Where's Honour's Call?

[Task Force // Unhackable]

Task Force, give me your names, now. I need to know who we still have. We have to be ready and we have to assemble. Patrols need to go on, but we cannot stand idly by against those silver-haired lunatics. Why the connection between hair and madness?


[Claire // Unhackable]

His hero streak would have risen up by now. He's gone, my lady.

As for Link, it is fine by me. You said unity is what we need, and I agree. For building work, we'll divide up our group when the need comes. As you know, defense is our priority, but it'll be no use if we've naught to defend...

...But I am afraid you lost me. Medieval? We have a river...

A meeting seems only wise. Perhaps between us, and then with the rest of the city. It's easier than all of us dividing into our factions.

And I still need to get Ashford.

[/Filters]


'Oh, discordia'? A trifle ominous, but I suppose we take that in our stead, don't we?

Sakura's been found. I've got her. I'll be taking her to Zelda; she's injured, but she'll live, have no concern of that.

[He tucks the communicator away and, judging by the sound, lifts her, moving. She groans softly, but makes no other sound.]

Claire. Forgive me my absence, but I'll speak with you this evening. Angeal, I trust your updating your information? We could use it. Wench! Settled in again? Try and last a little better this time, won't you? It's not like you to throw down your sword.

[A grim sigh as he kicks something aside. There is, however, a smile in his voice.]

Cheerful, with all these rat-man corpses everywhere, isn't it? At least most have been cleared from the streets.

Angeal, I believe you're rather late for your shift. See that you remedy this. Don't worry, there's plenty to be done. On the subject, my lady Claire, have you thought anymore of my proposal? You would make me a very happy man if you complied. Riza, see that the lists are updated.

[There remains something guarded and brittle in Jaime's voice, but he sounds happier - genuinely more bright - than he has in a while.]

Brienne, lay your blade to mine. I've a wish to see if a few more seconds on the noose improved your skill. I didn't give you that sword so you could drop it into Dondarrion's hands. Live up to the name, I trust.

There's a marked improvement to life when you don't have a Stark breathing down your neck. In fact, it seems as though most of our sources of headache were removed in one fell swoop. ...Of course, they would bring the wench back.

Task Force. What do we know about Sakura's disappearance? [He slips into the more serious, driven tone.] I should like to see an end put to it. Now. Leon, report. The rest of you, we'll likely be rearranging some patrols and individual duties in the near future.

Oh, and Matt? If I had promotions to give, I'd give them to the ones making our work run smoother, not those making themselves a thorn in the arse that is our fair city.

Ada is gone. Presumably, she has returned home.

[Task Force]

Which leaves us in need of a new deputy.

I, for one, am nominating Claire Redfield. If any of the rest of you have problems with this, or other ideas you believe better, let me know now.

[Private]

How entirely unsurprising.

Patrols are now back to normal. And I expect another register done, what with everyone who's been apparently leaving. Respond to me here.

Headquarters have been restocked with ammunition, weapons, and other supplies. If anyone else brought things to be added here, let me know about that, too.

Leon. An answer would be appreciated, ser.

[Locked to Task Force]

Patrols may not be wise or worthwhile here, but keep on your guard. I don't want any slip ups.

[Locked to Leon]

When we're back to World's End, you are finding Ashford and bringing him in. Try to resist the urge to bring in pieces of him, won't you?

[Locked to Ada]

Come on.

I can now say I know how Tyrion feels. I had hoped I never would, given his inside was as twisted as his out.

[Task Force]

First order of business.

[He sounds bright. Almost cheery. But the humour in his voice is purely sardonic.]

Why hasn't Ashford been brought in yet? Axel, I distinctly recall ordering you to when he was still in your castle. Is he there still, or has he moved? Either way, time is not improving my mood towards him. Get him.

Patrols, report. Anything untoward or out of the ordinary for this place? I want to know what's going on. I want all of us to know what's going on.

My lady Sakura, I should like medical work to begin this week. Are we on schedule?

Remember, everyone, don't let your guard down. We're not losing anyone, now or whenever he decides to set his dogs on us.

So, just how many zealots to one god do we have, and where in hells are they?

My lady Riza, kindly see to it that Arisawa Tatsuki is added to our rota. Deputy Ada, report.

As it is, I intend to see to it that all members begin medical training within the fortnight. As with training with blades and general, this is mandatory. If you have skill or experience with such things, be sure to let myself and Lady Sakura know, here if you would. Ideally, we'll be able to divide ourselves with someone so trained accordingly.

In light of the appearance of these Can-Toi, keep alert. I'm sure none of us are fool enough to believe this was the attack we were warned of. They may provide scarce threat or sport, but it does not mean we can afford to let our vigilance slip.

[Said over the sound of movement, of work. Jaime tends to keep himself very, very busy of late.]

Everyone is alright? I cannot say that was the most pleasant interlude to an equally homely time.

[He pauses.]

More chalk.

[He laughs, thin and humourless.]

Well, at least it brightens the place up.

[Clearing his throat, he goes on.]

It seems we have more newcomers. I trust all of you have found the necessities? If any wish to give the city their sword, talk to me, or Ada Wong. Or, for that matter, the Lady Riza.

Stark, you're with me today. I would speak with you.

[Private//Ada]

And you.

We're not letting him or his wolves or anything else take any of us.

All of you young people, all of you possible targets, come to the Task Force building or go to Zelda's. Do not wander around or think you can hold off an attack. Maybe you can, maybe you're surrounded by strong friends, it doesn't matter. We need to know what's going on and all of us will be strongest as one force. I want to hear where you'll be so we know how to stand.

Task Force, you'll be divided accordingly. Every one of you will be fighting as we need it. Be ready, and be careful, for gods' sake. Don't do anything stupid. We've faced threats oft enough to know what to do.

Eddard, I do hope you haven't turned cloak and ran with your tail between your legs too. It would be uncharacteristic of you. If you're anything like the Lord Stark I knew, you'd sooner lose your head.

Newcomers seeking to join the Task Force, it's me you wish to speak to. My lady Riza, thank you for your work so far, my ladies Claire and Eileen, how have your own endeavours been going thus far?

Green.

How befitting.

Seven hells.

Task Force, report.

Leon, Sakura. Get Zelda, get L, and go to the graveyard.

Patrols, keep at it. Be ready for any more victims turning up. I doubt somehow this will be the only one.

[Jaime's voice is bright but cold, like the sunshine in winter. Evidently a ruse to those who know him. In fact, it sounds a lot like he did during the timeline event, only more distracted.]

My lady Riza, we are lucky to have you alongside us. I thank you for your work.

Task Force, before reallocating pairs for work I believe it's time we assessed our members once more in light of recent disappearances. Let me know here. Name and what you're armed with.

And, as ever, if any would desire to join us, speak to myself or my deputy, Ada Wong. As for any having trouble adjusting to this fair city, please refer yourselves to ladies Claire and Eileen.

[There's a marked difference in Jaime's voice. It is nothing very pronounced - he is as cold and hard as steel plated in gold, after all, as he always is - but there is definitely something darker there. This is not just a mask he wears; it's a full suit of armour.]

Whatever is this queer little thing?

Cersei, have you se - sweet sister?

[He laughs, bright and brilliant, but there's a brittle, wondering edge to it. Metal clinks as he rises and crosses the floor.]

What in hells?