Three Thousand Club
For IC stuff.
"Huh." replies the captain, not entirely sounding convinced by Asuna's explanation.Asuna sighs with the weariness of one who has had to repeat themselves one too many times. "The Empress did not disappear, Captain," Asuna says reproachfully, but with a fire long since cooled to embers, "She is in meditative seclusion in the Imperial Manse, searching for an enlightened truth that will save all our souls." She adds wryly, "We must merely pray we have the wherewithal to save ourselves corporeally while Her Imperial Majesty saves us spiritually."
The captain gives a shrug of his shoulders. "Satrap Ragara Satori..." he emphasizes the name with a hint of nervousness, as if expecting to be called out for showing up a Dynast "...is a woman, Blessed One.""It is true that the game of politics has put big damper on the Wyld Hunt's respurces. But the amount of support we receive does not change our duty. Even if all we had were sticks and two empty burlap sacks, no dedicated Shikari would ignore a threat to a Satrapry. Not even in the Threshold."
"I'm not tormenting him, Asuna. I'm simply concerned. But you should give us more credit. We may be stretched thin, but we know how to juggle priorities. Thorns was bad enough, but if an Imperial territory falls because of Anathema brainwashing, it would only serve as a rallying call to others of their ilk. All I'm saying is, that Ragara Saitori would be smart to see a squad of Amercers come to quell these troubling rumors. Surely he is organizing such an endeavor as we speak. Anathema can't just be ignored."