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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:05:28 GMT -8
Blake returned back to the main campus. Beatrice once more hovering at his side, fussing with his face wiping away dust from his trek as he went looking once more for the big four. He had the information he sought, and now it was time to prevent genocide.
Using Beatrice.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:14:09 GMT -8
They were lounging in a nice part of the near by park, surrounded with soldiers obviously. Malice and Asiv were arm wrestling.
Strike would be waiting, standing at the edge of the soldiers, staring at Blake with a grin.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:17:23 GMT -8
"You seem quite pleased with yourself."
Blake would remark at Strike as he approached.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:24:35 GMT -8
"This is my patient face."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:25:21 GMT -8
"And would you all wish to discuss this in private, or with your guards present?"
He had no preference.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:29:49 GMT -8
This was incredibly interesting, Asiv and Malice called a truce on their wrestling match, while Angelonia sat off to the side drawing a bush.
"Here should be fine."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:34:23 GMT -8
He shrugged and moved in to stand with the big four. As one of them.
"Your Conqueror is named Valto Naara, during the great war he is the one that united the continent known as Australia."
A land he had never heard of, but he trusted Virgil.
"Since then he has traveled by air and sea seeking to conquer new lands and bind them with supernatural contracts to give him more power."
He'd fold his arms over his chest.
"Aurora is a focal point for what he needs."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:41:10 GMT -8
Angelonia would be the one to speak next.
"Then, it would seem someone IS trying to manipulate you, John."
Strike at the comment would nod.
"Appears so, but how do we prove what you say, King Oleander?"
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:43:19 GMT -8
"I assume you've already had scouts probe territory 73?"
He'd say turning his gaze to Strike with a level stare.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:44:34 GMT -8
Strike would nod.
"A few."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:46:49 GMT -8
"Then I am sure you already know that a sizable group of powerful Qi users is being held captive there and that the majority of the military force keeping them in place are conscripts and Mercenaries. With an emphasis on the latter."
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:47:51 GMT -8
Strike's eyes would narrow slightly.
"As you say."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:49:45 GMT -8
"Have your scouts located his floating spire?"
He wasn't sure how much proof Strike wanted but letting him confirm what Blake said seemed to be the best bet.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 7, 2018 23:54:34 GMT -8
"No, I have no intel on that."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Aug 7, 2018 23:58:00 GMT -8
"It is hidden in artificial clouds above the territory. I'm sure your scouts will find some clouds do not burn off no matter the weather."
He'd continue to stare at Strike.
"73 is a scapegoat. You wipe them out and you help the enemy by destroying potential allies. This is an example of discretion being better than a show of force. He is still trying to figure out how we all work. The longer we keep him guessing and misdirected, the more time we have to figure out our moves."
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