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ARRIVAL LOG 009

WHO: Everyone
WHERE: New Tokyo
WHEN: October 10
WHAT: The ninth arrival
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Coercion and loss of autonomy. Further notes at end of log.

> ARRIVAL LOG #009

Awareness comes to you in blurred snatches, cloudy fragments of sound and light, color, sensation. Hazy and difficult to grasp on to, but slowly aligning into focus. A series of regular, rhythmic beeps. A sharp, cold breeze that blisters your cheeks as you walk through a thick, cold snow. That soon fades, replaced with warmth. A medicinal, astringent smell. The sensation of movement, a low hum and accompanying vibration under you. Your eyes are heavy, hard to keep open, but in the glimpses between slow, dark blinks you see four people in black body armor seated opposite you, as well as a man in dark gray scrubs.

You realize there are others next to you. All of you in heavy winter coats, water-resistant pants, and snow boots, hair recently cut but at various stages of growth and haphazardly tucked under warm winter hats. You're all restrained by straps across your chests, arms, feet, holding you to the bench under you. To your left, an armored interior door, two more people visible, though due to the storm there's hardly any visibility through the windshield. You try to open your mouth to speak, but it's as if your tongue is coated in tar, and you manage nothing more than an empty parting of lips.

The vehicle stops, landing gingerly in the snow. The guard opposite you stands and comes to unbuckle you from the bench, helping you to your feet. Your limbs feel wooden and heavy, slow to move. One guard opens the back of the vehicle, there's the sound of a high howling wind and that same blast of cold that signals at being somewhere else, combined with a sea of white as far as your eyes can see. The nurse moves to stand at the back, checking each passenger over one by one just before they're helped out of the vehicle, quick and methodical. He doesn't climb out after you, moving to sit as the last passenger is unloaded.

The guards keep their heads down. Their actions are quick, firm, but not entirely unkind. Once all the passengers are out, most of them climb back into the vehicle and close the doors. One stays behind, pointing you and whoever else is near you to one of the closest buildings. "In there," he orders, just before he interfaces with the doors and they slide open. "Stick around until your buddies come to find you. You'll know who they are."

Snow comes up to your knees on this city street, and you're left with no idea of where you are or why you've been brought here. But you'll feel compelled to move toward the building that the guard pointed at and step inside. In fact, you'll have no choice but to follow that order. Once you're in, he closes the doors behind you and hops back inside the vehicle. The engine powers up again, and then the large truck lifts up slowly and flies off.

Inside you'll find the lobby of what seems to be a corporate building. After taking note of the fact that there's a small group of other people dressed in similar clothes who are also confused about how they got to this place, you'll be able to warm up and try to figure out what's going on. For now, it's impossible to exit the building. The same door you came in won't open no matter what you try, so you're all stuck for now.

But don't worry, help is on the way.

◉ Though entirely capable of independent action and thought, new characters will find themselves completely, unquestioningly compliant to any verbal statement which could be taken as a command or request.

> WATANABE CORPORATE BUILDING

The message from El comes the same as usual: insistent, not waiting for any active attempt to open it. Scrolling within your vision as if being written while you're reading it.

I know you all were wondering what would happen if we had a batch of new arrivals while you're all out on your little field trip, but it turns out that they've all landed in New Tokyo too. They're holed up in the lobby of a corporate building, so make your way over and escort them to the PRESERVE dorms. Try for a warm welcome, okay?

At the lobby where the new arrivals have been dumped, they'll find that there's a check-in desk which is currently unmanned, and on the wall behind it there's a logo mounted which reads "Watanabe Corporation." There's no one to be found here and no one to greet them. The good news is that the building is heated, meaning that those heavy coats can probably come off for now. Further in on the ground floor, there's a set of six elevators that presumably lead up to the many floors of the skyscraper, but they're non-functional, and there don't seem to be any accessible stairs either.

For now, all the newcomers can do is make use of the comfortable chairs in the lobby and commiserate among themselves about what's going on. There's a water cooler and some cups to make use of as well, all of it made of biodegradable material, but there's only so much. Try to share.

The Displaced who received a message from El will have also received a GPS pin showing the location of the new arrivals. At this point, the promised supplies (which includes clothing appropriate for the harsh weather, along with additional foodstuffs to stock the dormitory kitchen) have come in compliments of PRESERVE. Everyone will be allowed to leave the dorms where they've been cooped up for the last two days to explore the city or go help out the newcomers.

Getting around a city covered in snow is a little more of a challenge. Going by foot is an option, although most of the streets haven't been shoveled yet and it will be slow-going. It's more feasible to make use of a hover bike. There's a garage connected to the dormitory that's stocked with twenty-some bikes. While they don't function perfectly well over snow and reckless driving with such poor visibility could easily lead to a cold and painful crash, it has to beat walking. If you don't how to drive, guess you'll have to find someone who does. (The bikes can seat two.)

> PRESERVE DORMS

With the help of the current Displaced, the new arrivals will be brought back to a dormitory building managed by PRESERVE. PRESERVE is a world-wide relief organization that focuses on environmental conservation and disaster relief. While a good number of Morningstar agents have joined up with PRESERVE thanks to their charitable activities and because they're UN sanctioned, it is not an organization that's affiliated with Morningstar. As a group, they are entirely pacifistic in their ideals – they believe the world can be saved through being conscientious.

The Displaced are here because they agreed to help PRESERVE with a very different disaster, but that's now a very severe and uncommon snowstorm. This is where they're all staying during the trip, so while this isn't anything close to home, it will have to do for now. A representative from PRESERVE by the name of Nico has been hanging around the dorms, ready to answer any questions from any of the Displaced, new or old. Nico is also a member of Morningstar, as well, though she'll be very hush hush about this fact when around her fellow PRESERVE members.

Newbies will be allowed to pick out additional clothes and gear from a cache of supplies (there's coats, thermal underwear, boots, scarves, hats, gloves, and anything else that would be needed to survive the intense cold), and they'll also need to figure out which of the rooms has an opening where they can sleep. It's four people to a room, with the use of two sets of bunk beds, and space was already limited before the newcomers got added to the mix. Hopefully peace can be maintained and there won't be too much fighting over who gets top bunk.

Other than the rooms, the dorm building has a kitchen, a large common area with comfortable couches and chairs, communal bathrooms, and a small, modestly stocked infirmary. There's also a viewing room which is a large space furnished with bean bag chairs and other comfortable things to lounge on, and a large blank wall that's meant to be used for group viewings of movies, shows, etc. This requires one character to "throw out" their feed from their neural implant onto the wall, and anyone who wanted to watch with them would need to sync up with their ID to watch along. Anyone not synced would just see a blank wall – and unfortunately, that does include anyone new.

There are other PRESERVE volunteers staying in this dormitory and milling about. Many of them already had supplies, so they've been in and out since the Displaced arrived.

◉ The drugs making new characters compliant will remain in their systems for a few hours after their arrival at the dorms before finally beginning to fade. They will be gone entirely after a night's rest. In the meantime, they may want to be careful of what others say to them.

◉ New characters will be given rudimentary access to the network on arrival to the dorms, but will not have their ID set up yet. They will be able to make posts and replies, but their messages will be anonymous and they do not have inboxes yet.

◉ Normally, new characters are confined to a safehouse for 4 days before they can leave and explore the city. Given that these newbies have arrived under unorthodox circumstances, that won't be the case for them. They'll be able to come and go from the dorms, but given that it's a frozen tundra outside, they'll at least want to prep first. At some point during this adjustment period, you can assume that El will contact them and work on setting up their IDs. There is no law enforcement around in these conditions, so anyone wanting to head out can.

◉ New characters won't be able to abscond to somewhere else in the world, as a lack of ID means no tickets or travel papers.

◉ While most businesses in New Tokyo are shuttered, a few convenience shops remain open near PRESERVE's dormitories because they know they can make money off volunteers. New characters won't have any means of paying, as they don't have a registered ID. They'll have to see if a kind soul will spot them the credits if they want something.

> RELIEF EFFORTS

With the new arrivals successfully recovered and supplies delivered to keep everyone warm in the harsh conditions, it's time to set out and fulfill the reason for everyone being here: to offer support and relief to the population affected by the harrowing storm. Nico will provide the Displaced with the information they need to get their boots on the ground and make a difference. There are a number of ways that she'll suggest to help out.

◉ First, she'll deliver a word of caution. While New Tokyo is a large, entirely steel city that runs deep underwater, most of its citizens have evacuated to the upper levels and are huddling down in various locations hoping for some relief. Heading deeper in the large city structure could prove dangerous. In this emergency, heating is centralized on the upper levels of the entire man-made metal city structure, while the lower levels are frigid and dangerous at this time. The only heating revolves around the trains coming and going, and their schedules have been largely delayed thanks to the storm.

◉ Delivering food, clothing, and medical supplies. With power cut off from most homes and all of the citizens having been cautioned to stay indoors and conserve warmth, there are a lot of people running low on food stores. Those who live in impoverished areas are even worse off, with little insulation in their homes. The threat of some people freezing to death is real, so getting the needed supplies to those people could allow them to hold out until power is restored or the storm has passed. Nico encourages people to travel to these neighborhoods in pairs for safety reasons, and again, the hover bikes will come in handy here. Supplies can be carried in heavy-duty backpacks or in a side-car attached to the bike, and all of this is provided by PRESERVE.

◉ Shoveling snow. For those of the Displaced who aren't opposed to grueling manual labor, one of the largest concerns is getting the major streets cleared of snow so that transportation is easier. The train lines also need to be cleared off so public transit can eventually be reinstated, so assuming they're not afraid of heights, the Displaced will get access onto the train tracks that crisscross above the city to clear the snow off. Some homes are also completely snowed in, trapping the residents inside, so those will also need to be cleared. There's no shortage of work to be done. PRESERVE will provide the snow shovels, and they have access to a single snow plow that can be used in shifts by anyone who's got a driver's license (also found in the garage). Nico will also hand out hot packs. Everyone should be bundling up, but in the event that someone takes a fall or ends up with too much snow-to-skin contact, the hot packs will help stave off the cold and prevent frostbite.

◉ Missing persons. There have been multiple reports of missing persons sent into PRESERVE, and the Displaced will be assigned particular people to go look for, if they let Nico know they're interested in this task. She'll give them the description of the missing person and their last known location. This could be anywhere within the city of New Tokyo -- a shopping district, a residential area, a park, etc. If they manage to find the missing person, they'll be instructed to take them to the closest PRESERVE relief center so they can receive medical attention and be reunited with their families.

◉ Restoring power. Turbines are jammed due to ice build-up past any conceivable norm, and need to be carefully thawed and given a jump from a backup battery pack. This is a highly dangerous, but necessary endeavor. The turbines are located offshore due to the fact that New Tokyo primarily generates energy through tidal power. When working correctly, these offshore turbines then feed energy into local sources within the city. For those who have any sort of experience with electrical work, they'll be directed toward areas in the city where covered electrical boards interconnected with the city's branched power source have been buried. They'll need to be cleared of snow, checked, reconnected, and made ready for when the turbines begin to flow again.

While the new arrivals are welcome to help out with these relief efforts if they wish, it certainly won't be expected, given that they're still getting adjusted to everything that's going on. They're allowed to stay in the warm confines of the dormitory building until everyone returns to New Amsterdam, if that's what they would prefer. As for the rest of the Displaced, there will be some expectation that they're going to contribute. That's the whole reason they came all this way, isn't it? And it's not like Nico knows that some of them didn't actually sign up for this.

> FINAL OOC NOTES

Welcome to Meadowlark, newbies! You're now free to post to the network and logs comms. To reiterate, your characters will have no IDs or inboxes until October 14th (OOCly, April 25th). All posts they make on the network until that point will be anonymous. During this time it's expected they'll have gotten a good idea of their new situation from their fellow characters, and will have discussed their background and job potentials with El in order for their false IDs to be set up.

If you have any questions or ideas about how you'd like to get your character involved in the world, please head over to the plot engagement post and drop us a comment! For questions specific to this log, there is a thread below.

Please check out our April/May calendar rundown for a look at things happening this month, as well as some additional notes from the mods.

As a reminder, AC for new characters accepted in April will be 10 comments across 2-4 threads, while current characters will need to provide the full AC of 20 comments across 2-4 threads. AC will be posted on May 1 and close on May 8 at midnight UTC. If you do not reply to AC, you will be considered idled and dropped from the game. We will not post a warning list.

> NAVIGATION

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[Oh God, someone's touching him.]

[But it's... nice? A sense of calm washes over him (still unaware of the blue glow that indicates the link) and Abel relaxes into the seats he's fetal-positioned himself into. He nods gently, not to disturb the hand on his head, and sits up. His whole face is pink and tear-stained like he's been crying on and off the entire time they've been waiting, and he feels absolutely miserable and confused. And maybe a little hungry.]

Who are you?

There you are!

[ the tone of his voice is one he might use to address a sect junior, bright and calm as he pats the top of abel's head reassuringly and then simply - crouches down before him. it's difficult to settle on his toes while the dense, square boots prevent him from flexing his ankles and toes. ]

I'm "Xuanyu Mo" in this place, if that's difficult for your tongue to pronounce, you can call me "Mister Mo" or "a friend"! I'm here to look after you like a good senior ought to, so I hope that you can find comfort in my arms. Here, if you would like - I brought a little snack to settle your stomach because I remember being terribly nauseous after I arrived.

[ it's nothing too dense, a light snack bar with protein ( probably bugs... ) in it that he offers to abel. ]

[What in the world...]

[Abel realizes his face has pulled into something a little stunned and wary, which probably isn't very polite. But how is he supposed to handle someone who pats him on the head, offers two extremely casual names (if 'a friend' could even be called that), and offers the comfort of his arms?]

[He takes the bar slowly because asking if he's been drugged and sent to wait for service in a brothel probably isn't going to make him any friends-- even if it's true. Focusing on the snack is a lot easier.]

I can manage your name, there were plenty of Chinese people at the Academy. [He's still looking at Xuanyu like he's waiting for the bad news half of this conversation, which is arguably exactly what he's waiting for.] I'm Abel, I'm a Navigator.

[ honestly, that's most people's reactions when they're broadsided by his boundless energy and enthusiasm, even in the worst of places. with the snack in abel's hands, he's able ( HA!!!!! ) to twist on his heels and flop ass-first into one of the seats alongside him, hands between his knees while he watches him. ]

Oh, we're from familiar places then! I don't think you look familiar to me at all, but I guess there's a vast difference in time between me and most others, isn't that interesting that this place is able to circumvent the natural flow of time itself?

[ he scuffs his boot along the floor, ruining the polish that's there with glee. ]

Hello 'Abel, I'm a Navigator'. What's a navigator, does it mean you never get lost?

...I'm sorry it's able to what?

[He'll get back to how his name isn't 'Abel I'm a Navigator' in a second.]

However we got here, some of us are from... "future" times and some from "the past". Which is funny because it's a "present" time for me, but for someone like Markus, where I come from is "the past" - he's from a place called "Greektown", I think. And Sora travels allllllllll over.

[ is your head spinning yet abel; does he really even know what he's talking about? ]

You're familiar with China, which means our homes are at least tangentially related to one another. Whatever it is that's able to to this, we're all here together now. It's better than being alone.

[That he can at least agree with-- being together is better than being alone. The rest of it, he's really unable to make heads or tails of. Thinking of the 'present' as a relative thing isn't so much of a stretch, but he can't imagine someone being unfamiliar with China. They were a superpower, one of the first countries to join the Federated Alliance, who didn't know about China?]

Alright... [He'll turn that one over in his head later, right now it seems a lot faster to just agree. The big takeaway here is that this man has clearly never heard of the Alliance because he'd know immediately what a Navigator was if he did. So he's explaining this from the ground up, he guesses.] And it's just 'Abel'. I'm part of a branch of the military called the Fighter and Navigator Fleet. Pairs of people operate a Starfighter, one Fighter and one Navigator. I set the flight patterns and reroute power between systems, and the Fighter mans the weapons systems.

...I wouldn't say I never get lost, I don't know where I am now after all.

[ having never heard of, nor experienced electricity and indoor plumbing, prior to arriving in this place - the concept of starfighters and space fleets is as elusive as moving pictures, hoverbikes and on-demand hot water. there's a lot of time that he spends studying the content, exposing himself to it, fussing around with portable items and generally making a nuisance of himself in his investigations.

there's nothing to physically regard in abel's investigation, and so it's difficult for him to visualize in his mind. weakly, he raises a hand - a schoolboy in class: ] Is a Starfighter like the hoverbikes outside? [ he can DO this, he can MAKE the connection ]

Oh. Wait, so you're miserable because your fighter isn't here, right?

Hoverbikes? Well... [Abel tips his head side to side a few times, considering the question.] I suppose they're like a hoverbike, but they're more like a flying car. Covered, and used in space. [He's slowly bringing his language to a more simple level, because apparently he has to. Very odd to be explaining something that was so prevalent where he came from.]

[The question about Cain causes Abel's expression to cloud over. It's not so simple as being miserable because he wasn't there, it's a whole history that's still quite fresh as far as he's concerned.] Yes, I think I am.

[ it all sounds well and interesting, but for now it's all over his head; maybe with more study time and exposure to the mechanical intricacies of the world, he'll parse it. he was absolutely infatuated with the train system and still is, for that matter. space? it's a foreign concept still, he hasn't experienced space - though he knows it exists. ]

I was alone here for a little while, [ he assures, reaching out to set his hand on abel's wrist - it's so easy to touch for him, even with the threat of a bond sparking blue and soft between them. ] I'm sure he'll turn up eventually. Even if he doesn't, who needs him! You'll make plenty of friends that will bring a smile to your face. There's plenty to keep you busy as well, if you don't like idleness. Did you know you can watch moving pictures inside of your own head - well, not until Morningstar fixes your identity for you, but you will be able to. They even have adult movies if you're into that sort of thing - there's a LOT of them, but we're stuck in dorms so I'd watch out if you want to. You know. Maybe he'll be here soon after you, and New Tokyo will definitely need your help.

[ he talks so much and so fast......................... ]

Xuanyu, please. [Abel holds up a hand, the barrage of words causing him to slowly curl into himself from the stress of potentially being alone and the idea of not needing Cain.]

I know you're trying to be helpful but, I'm. I just walked across feet of snow after being thrown out of the back of a truck, and I'm nowhere near my fleet. I've never made a friend in my life, I do need my Fighter, and I-- don't need adult movies in my head.

[He looks visibly upset now, though Abel doesn't blame Xuanyu. It's just a bad situation all around and Abel is starting to think that nobody really knows what to do.] I'm just afraid he's dead, and I could have helped him if I hadn't blacked out.

[ it's not the first time since arriving that the severity of a situation has struck him, but it is the first time that he sets aside the facsimile of lunacy and cheer. a mantle of quiet overcomes him, the softening of his shoulders and eyes and the way his mouth slackens heralds the softer, clipped tones he speaks with. ]

Have another snack if you'd like it; it won't fix things, but it's best to keep your energy up in the cold.

[ he produces a second, pulling off his gloves as he does so. one hand turns over, upturned and offered to abel as a peace treaty. as a connection, should he want to hold onto it. ]

And I'm sorry, for being so flippant when you're in pain. What happened to him, Abel?

[Abel wipes his eyes after a particularly hard sniff, and looks down at the bar. He nods a thank you and takes his gloves off to properly unwrap the snack. After another beat, where he wonders if it's awkward or not at this point, he decides that it hardly matters now what he does and takes the offered hand.]

[His heart is broken, he's confused, he's alone, he's scared.]

I think he was shot. I don't know, it was all happening at once and he's so tough, he would always be injured in fights and patch himself up like it was nothing. We were running, I'd shot-- [Panic, overwhelming panic.] I'd shot our commanding officer and we were running, trying to escape. But they were looking for us, they shot at us as we ran, I think they got him but I don't know where. We were sitting back-to-back. The fleet was coming after us, and he didn't answer when I shouted at him to fire some warning shots or put up the shields.

[Abel's face crumples, and he tries to hide it in the back of his free hand.] And now I'm here, and he's not. I don't know what happened, I was supposed to protect him, I promised him he would make it home when I volunteered us for the mission!

[ how cute, that abel is such an obedient young man and how sad, to feel his heart-felt injuries flow through their cautious, bare-skinned connection. wei wuxian balances it against the flow of his own feelings: tender concern, the lull of mischief below it, the need to protect and assure. his chest, glowing and blue, is well-hidden below his coat now. ]

If he's that tough, have a little faith in him. You're meant to work in pairs - such a thing only works if you believe he'll make it through. There may come a time when he arrives here as well, and his injuries will be fixed up - mine were, after all. It may be sad, having to wait a little while, but he'll make it back to you. Or you to him.

[ he squeezes abel's hand and reaches out with his other to rest his fingers in the shorn, pale locks; patting the crown of his head like one might a small, hurting child. it's a strangely parental gesture from him, but the yearning he's always felt towards children - wanting them, wishing they were his own, caring for his sect juniors - it's a tender little flow from him. he wants to comfort abel, clearly. ]

I know it sounds easy for me to say, I'm not the one who saw such a horrible scene and felt such fear. But I can feel it from you and that makes it real for me -- so, believe he'll make it. Try not to dwell too hard in the worst-case scenario, or it'll eat your hope and your kindness alive.

[Comparatively, Abel feels like a child despite how ludicrous a roller coaster this conversation has been. He's lost, he was relatively sheltered until recently, he's coming up against things he doesn't understand and feelings he can't parse, everything is overwhelming. But he finds comfort in contact with another person and reassuring words, things he didn't have until he joined the Fighter and Navigator Fleet and met Cain, so holding this man's hand and letting him pat his head isn't insulting or unwelcome.]

People, where we came from, would talk about Fighters like they were disposable though, what if they just didn't bother to help him? What if they saved me but didn't think he was worth it? [Another wave of anguish comes over him, fear that despite Cain being tough, a lack of medical help would have doomed him, and the renewed realization that despite everything he wasn't able to stop worrying about his Fighter. He still cared so much.]

[But Xuanyu is right, ultimately. He can't dwell on what could have happened or he'll go insane. Considering he's just landed somewhere where the Federated Alliance doesn't exist, where time is more or less a flexible notion, there are all sorts of things that could have happened to Cain. Working out each one would take years, and that kind of time sink isn't practical right now.]

How many people has this happened to? Has anyone reunited with someone they know?

[ he's not alone, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and new experiences like this. the only thing that wei wuxian has in his favor is the fact that he's has a little longer than abel to adjust to everything - and abel? he's only just arrived. needing ( yearning, even? ) for someone to comfort him isn't a horrible thing, and there is at least one person who is absolutely keen on providing that. ]

If they saved someone like me, they're bound to save someone like your fighter. There's no rhyme or reason that any of us have found regarding why we've been displaced to this world, and why others might not have been. I only arrived here a -- well, a little while ahead of you, technically.

[ and while he minds everyone's doings, he's not really an active participant. ]

I know a few people who arrived with one another, maybe one or two who came on the heels of each other. It's not an impossibility, mister Abel.

Like you? [Abel frowns, clearly confused as to how Xuanyu is somehow not worth saving. He's handing Abel snacks and holding his hand while on the verge of tears, this isn't something a bad person does. Unless he's being tricked-- again.]

[There's a flare of trepidation, and Abel pulls his hand back gently-- which is a shame, because suddenly he's not feeling so calm or comforted anymore, it's like the feeling has been sucked right out of him. Odd.]

His injuries were more extensive than mine were, probably. Maybe he's just taking longer to heal... [Suddenly, Abel wishes he'd tried harder to go back to the truck, maybe go back to where Cain was possibly being held.] I guess I'll have to just make sure I'm around when people arrive and watch for him. So we don't miss each other. [He hopes he doesn't have to wait long, the worst-case scenarios creeping in were evil, sneaky things.]

[ if abel's sudden internal alarm concerns him, he doesn't show it; the separation of their bond is sudden and sharp, like a sword has been taken between them, and wei wuxian takes his hand back into his own space without bringing attention to their little divorce. it may be time to stop touching, is all. he's always been a very physical person, so being left to engage his restless hands by himself is the only, uh, difficulty. he folds them together, shoves them between his knees. ]

It took a while to help me, and I was stabbed right through, right here!

[ he gestures to his stomach, some area around there ]

If you'd like, we can put a snack basket together for him as well - a welcome-thanks-for-coming-too gift!

Stabbed through?! As in, with a sword? [God, that sounds incredibly dramatic, and possibly more damaging than being shot with an energy rifle. At least that was relatively clean.]

It's okay, it's okay! I'm doing very well despite it - scars like that are common in my line of work.

[ he slaps abel's back reassuringly, before rubbing the spot he's smacked ]

Do you want to sit here for a little while longer? I'll be around, we can head out when you're braced and ready. Meeting some of the others who came before you might do you well, if you're willing to wait for them.

[Abel jerks forward at the slap, a little stunned at the idea of being run through with a sword and being able to laugh it off, but if anybody can, it's probably this guy.]

Yeah I'll stay here for a few minutes, just get a little warmer and then I'll move with the group if that's alright.

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