rekindleme | Operation Reignition

Who: Anyone who wants to participate in the event!
Where: Assorted places in and around District 3!
When: Sunday afternoon (the 30th)
Summary: POWER IT UP AND GO SHOPPING.
Warnings: None.

By late morning, it's obvious that there's something going on down by the bridges to District 3. Even if you missed the announcement on the network, it's pretty obvious that something is going to happen; townspeople mill about with interest as people set up tables. Irene and Mai are roaming the area, Mai mostly sticking to the medical teams standing by while Irene organizes the rest of the group. Keener eyes might spy one of the brothers responsible for the network, slipping off into the Third District through gates that stand open, but still guarded against any visitors who might attempt to approach before things are ready to go.

Off to one side, there's a shaded area, tents and a few chairs where visitors can wait to be allowed entry. There's a table full of water bottles and light snacks tucked up against the wall, to fortify you against the heat of the afternoon - and it is warm, and only going to get warmer. The natives seem to have accepted the baking sun as the normal way of things, but be careful that you don't get heatstroke.

At about half an hour past noon, someone brings out a little podium and sets it in front of the gate. Irene climbs up on it, holding a microphone in front of her mouth - her voice echoes from a number of speakers set up through the area.

"Alright, could I have my first group of volunteers over here, please? We've got your instructions ready for you to enter the district."

Looks like it's showtime. Are you ready?

((ooh; Event start! OOC information can be found here and here.))

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Kratos takes the gesture with a grain of salt. Kratos is most definitely not up for a hug, even with the way that this world is set up. He's much more of a private person.

So, there's no one in the suit. He can't detect any kind of heartbeat, only the sounds of machinery, and that's unnerving. Then again he's met Tabatha, the doll that Altessa made as a vessel for Martel. Wing seems to have much more of a mind than Tabatha ever did, though there was no doubt that Tabatha was alive in a way that Mithos refused to acknowledge.

"I apologize. I've never seen anyone like you before." He meets Wing's eyes. He seems friendly enough, but the angel is guarded as always. "I am Kratos."

There's definitely no heartbeat, but a careful listener might catch the more subtle pulse of Wing's spark as the energy of it whirls and shifts in his chest. It might even flutter slightly, a touch of excitement and wonder, at the chance to meet someone new.

Wing has encountered several humans by now but he's not certain what to think of this one. Though obviously taken aback at the start, he has a cool exterior in place now that Wing can't quite read. Wing on the other hand, tend to telegraph his emotions, for those that understand the rise and fall of his pinions and shifting of his wings.

"No harm done Kratos, well met. You are certainly not the first to be surprised by my existence. I come from a world full of my people though, it is humans who are new to me."

Kratos can hear the spark, but he's not entirely sure what it is he's listening to. Part of him is curious, but he doesn't want to dissect Wing or anything. Having decided that Wing isn't a threat despite the big sword and the scary wings, Kratos relaxes just enough that he won't seem anything but well-prepared. The buckler on his forearm and the sword say as much.

Not that he's much for casual conversation, either. "Well met," he echoes. His knightly upbringing is certainly being pinged right now, even if he's gruff like one would be after several thousand years. "You have the appearance of a weapon, but you are obviously alive. My world stopped short of possessing such technology."

"A weapon?" It's a curious statement. Wing has skill certainly, better than most, and he does carry more swords than he has hands (though not all are obviously visible, but he generally considers himself a peaceable sort. "But that's correct, I am alive. My world was born to such technology over 12 million years ago. It's a marvel I suppose, that life should find so many different ways to exist."

He smiles then, in part at his own observation and at his next one. "Yet, despite our differences we have a similarity. I see you carry a bladed weapon as well. You are skilled yes?" The way the man carries himself, subtle things in his stance, tells Wing this.

Kratos' eyes shift away slightly. "I didn't mean to imply anything. Ancient weapons on my world were machines, and you have the appearance of one-- nothing more." He is... surprisingly cheerful company. Kratos can't imagine a world where people didn't create life artificially, that something like that could simply come into existence. But he is hardly an expert on life. Maybe they have their own mana.

At the mention of his sword, Kratos nods. "I have been a swordsman for a very long time. I am not the best, of course, but I am competent." He lets out a little breath, then adds, "I hope it is not necessary for this mission."

"Ah, do not worry. I am not easy to offend. We all come from different worlds here, a few missteps are bound to occur." It's far less a person's mistakes that matter to Wing, but how they go about correcting them. And even so, this was a small one. "It's unfortunate that machines have only been weapons where you come from; they can serve so many uses."

Wing warms even further to the subject of the sword. "Something we have in common indeed then. Bladework is an unusual disciple for my kind but it is my order's specialty." His helm tilts, a casual gesture but the sentiment he offers is not. "I hope for the same. But perhaps you'd show me your skills some time later under more pleasant circumstances?"

Kratos nods and doesn't apologize any more. The misunderstanding has been cleared up, and to be honest, he isn't very pushy anyway. "Machines are not always weapons, but the power the destructive ones draw from is the life of the planet. For that reason, they are somewhat uncommon now."

He is a little surprised at Wing's interest. Certainly a... creature of his stature might be at a disadvantage. Still, there might be something the redhead could learn. Despite having several thousand years of experience, Kratos is far from infallible, and he welcomes a good challenge.

"I admit I'm curious as well."

Operation Reignition

Sure did never get this notif. DW D<<<<

DW has been dumb about notifs of late. D:< (also I assume he's carrying his sword rn?)

Yes he is!!

:D

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