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((Brander is on the turret, he walked over there already))

Brander was suddenly just... Behind Ronald as he said that, calmly walking by with a cup of coffee as he strode over to the turret and began to operate it. ((Brander has no fs to give))

Brander hummed softly in acknowledgement, taking note.

Brander listened in from the doorway to the kitchen. "Any possibility that they might have a fake mark, or use a stolen vehicle?"

Brander nodded thankfully at Ronald and slipped off into the kitchen to make himself some coffee.

"I haven't had any coffee yet," replied the fire mage dryly.

Brander nodded as he was ordered to stay behind, knowing full well why Ronald told him to stay aboard. Well, there were worse things. He raised an eyebrow at the bubbly tithe, internally thinking about her in a similar light to an overzealous golden retriever: bouncy and all over the place...

Brander nodded and disappeared inside it, reemerging at the door a couple minutes later and waiting outside it.

"Firepower," replied Brander, eyes inspecting everything around him.

Brander nodded, striding up. His steps were rolled and measured, walking past calmly as he went to put his things there.

He waved a hand dismissively, taking note of Ronald's tone. "Yes, I am. Though I believe ones lineage is beside the point in war, no?"

"Brander Lycidas," He replied. His voice was calm, confident. It wasn't particularly loud or soft, it was a perfect pitch to listen to. Perhaps it was natural, perhaps it was learned. Who knew?

The deity of magic dipped their head in respect, but they continued to say nothing. It was a choice they had made after all, one that would not retract easy.

((Oh don't worry, I've got worse :P)) ((Not gonna summon any of them though))

((I'll try and summon some peeps))

It nodded, with a tilt of the head that told you it has already known the situation's specifics before anyone had officially said anything.

3C5745Y jerked their head up in greeting. "1 7ry," they said, alien voice jumping like an old 1920s record. It didn't usually do so, and the effect made it a little harder to understand it than usual.

Name: 3C5745Y (Pronounced Ecstasy. Probably not their real name, and no one knows why they spell it like that) Job: Drifts between all three jobs depending on which needs help Player: Integrated Notes: Originally thought to be entity, after an incident involving [redacted] it was discovered that...

Súileabhán held the werewolf gently, the soft wool of their tunic warm and safe. A hazy bubble appeared around them as it protected the two from the rain. And soon you began to hear a song, seemingly sung by the universe itself. The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds...

Súileabhán sat down in front of her, legs crossed. They didn't attack, they didn't insult or belittle, they just sat and listened.