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srwug_alpha_rp2013-09-13 02:47 pm
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03: I'll Owe You an Aristocratic Favor! [Backdated to before Kairos Aspida Mission]
[1]
Isaac suddenly pops up on the comms of all the members of the Dullahan squad...and a few others he clicks on by accident. He looks...extremely serious and concerned.
"All members of the Dullahan Squad! Report to the aft Hanger Bay immediately! A moment of vital crisis has come upon us!"
[2]
(Open to all)
Once you show up to the aft hanger bay, you discover...nothing but Isaac Sinclair, standing next to the ready Dullahan armor units...which have been decked out with hastily sown sashes of green-grey cloth.
This paragon of Brittanian peerage...rubs the back of his head sheepishly, a very nervous smile on his face.
"You may all be wondering why I summoned you all here under the pretense of an emergency...Ho, Ho!
[3]
(To be revealed after second prompt)
Isaac suddenly pops up on the comms of all the members of the Dullahan squad...and a few others he clicks on by accident. He looks...extremely serious and concerned.
"All members of the Dullahan Squad! Report to the aft Hanger Bay immediately! A moment of vital crisis has come upon us!"
[2]
(Open to all)
Once you show up to the aft hanger bay, you discover...nothing but Isaac Sinclair, standing next to the ready Dullahan armor units...which have been decked out with hastily sown sashes of green-grey cloth.
This paragon of Brittanian peerage...rubs the back of his head sheepishly, a very nervous smile on his face.
"You may all be wondering why I summoned you all here under the pretense of an emergency...Ho, Ho!
[3]
(To be revealed after second prompt)
1)
Alright Appletree, what's the situation? If its a crisis we won't have much time.
Re: 1)
Rushing back and forth between tables with bolts of cloth, he's seems to be trying to make some green and grey shoulder sashes...Dullahan unit sized shoulder sashes.
He pauses, panting for breath, then brightens noticeably as he sees you.
"Lady Anderson! My heart is gladdened at your arrival!"
He pulls out a tape measure.
"I need to take your measurement while in your Dullahan armor..."
His expression quickly grows very, very nervous.
"...and ask you for a very personal favor."
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[She sighs and palms her face. The other squaddies were looking at each other... no doubt that Mongrel was saying all sorts of mean-spirited words behind that helmet. A metal 'clunk' from Dice punching him in the shoulder further testified that.]
I...
[She takes a deep breath and nods.]
I'm guessing whatever it is you need our help right? Well you got it.
[She's not even going to ask what it is? Funnily enough, there were some shrugs and unseen looks between the team... but no overt disagreement... well. Aside from Mongrel, but he's always disgruntled.]
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"You fine, outstanding fellows..."
Tears of joy brim in his eyes, and he throws himself forward to grasp Cora's hands...or Cora's armored gauntlets, rather.
"What blessed thing did I ever do in a past life to deserve you..." He blubbers. "I am truly in your debt to you all! Whatever deed or favor you may need in the future, no matter the cost, you need only ask and it will be done!"
Quickly wiping away his tears, he begins throwing sashes over everyone's Dullahan armor.
"We haven't time to waste! Crown Prince Leopold of the Kingdom of Ruba will be boarding the Chalice in less than half an hour, and we need to make you all look convincingly like my personal armsmen!"