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Fantasy Reaper: Reboot

"How are you feeling?" James asked as Asilia stopped crying. He was quite worried about her.
 
Leah remained listening to the others, but pointed out several flaws silently. Her eyes bounced between speakers, eager to go but knowing that a brand-new group such as they would need a bit more in terms of preparation.


'Some seem to have forgotten-- we need some form of communication. We only know their current location, we'll need Revnoir to update us every so often. Even then, if that fails and one group finds them while the others still haven't, the finder could alert the other teams. A group of one also could be overpowered by a half-reaper and a medic easily.'


She stated her points as if they were obvious, and to her they were despite her lack of experience in strategic combat techniques. Still, Leah had preformed her share of stunts that relied heavily on others, and she had learned from a few mistakes. Now, she was glad to have been able to learn from them; she wouldn't have if they had cost her life.


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James continued moving. No matter how safe he felt around Asilia, they were still going to be searched for.
 
"That is a good thing to point out we should be able to get some radios for this," Chris said nodding in agreement. "Also, keep in mind the medic might be checking over our lines be wary of that" Chris then clapped his hands. "Now does anyone else have any suggestions that will help."


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Anem said:
"That is a good thing to point out we should be able to get some radios for this," Chris said nodding in agreement. "Also, keep in mind the medic might be checking over our lines be wary of that" Chris then clapped his hands. "Now does anyone else have any suggestions that will help."
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Revnoir had left his office and was peeking out from the corner. "You guys aren't gone yet? Seriously...? You've been here long enough for me to finish my work." He didn't look impressed, but had a slight amused look in his eyes. This way, he wouldn't have to miss out on the fun. "Well, whatever, looks like I'm coming with. You obviously don't know how to leave a base without help."
 
dante shook his head no. he knew that radios were good for communication but e could not use one. he figured he'd best not get into any unfavorable situations.
 
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Goodrich watched the girl pipe up, chuckling and shaking his head. He replied to her directly, his visor bearing into her skin via a stare.


"Well, we must discuss the plan first before acquiring the resources needed to carry out the plan. By having the plan, we know what we will need and what we won't need. The last thing we need is to be weighed down by extra gear that won't have any use, you understand? Have you heard of something called
Befehlstaktik? It's basic military doctrine."


He was alone in his profession, no one except for Revnoir had any experience leading a team, so having him enter the room set him at ease. He turned to him as Revnoir spoke.



"I think our best plan is to have our anchor group and two flanks. I will lead the anchor, and that young fellow there will lead a flank. What will you do, Revnoir?"






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[QUOTE="SSgt Goodrich]
Goodrich watched the girl pipe up, chuckling and shaking his head. He replied to her directly, his visor bearing into her skin via a stare.

"Well, we must discuss the plan first before acquiring the resources needed to carry out the plan. By having the plan, we know what we will need and what we won't need. The last thing we need is to be weighed down by extra gear that won't have any use, you understand? Have you heard of something called
Befehlstaktik? It's basic military doctrine."


He was alone in his profession, no one except for Revnoir had any experience leading a team, so having him enter the room set him at ease. He turned to him as Revnoir spoke.



"I think our best plan is to have our anchor group and two flanks. I will lead the anchor, and that young fellow there will lead a flank. What will you do, Revnoir?"






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"Two flanks and an anchor, huh...? That's quite the flashy vocabulary. Unnecessary, too." He gave the man a little smile, as if showing he didn't mean to be rude. "Well, since we're not going up against Reapers... I suggest we simply catch them off guard. Aura is the only thing I'm a little worried about." Revnoir never was a man of plans, usually just sticking to stealth and all out overwhelming the enemy. Not detailed plans and precise movements. "For him, we might have to divert his attention..."
 
"For Reapers, I have found that phosphorus smoke grenades put in work."


He looked at the rest of the crowd, seeing as they might know the location of some.



"Fair enough. Stealth in transports is going to be difficult though, so at least having an order of battle will be important. I would nominate you, Revnoir, to lead one flank. I, the anchor. Then the other boy, the last flank. Are you guys armed?"



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[QUOTE="SSgt Goodrich]
"For Reapers, I have found that phosphorus smoke grenades put in work."
He looked at the rest of the crowd, seeing as they might know the location of some.



"Fair enough. Stealth in transports is going to be difficult though, so at least having an order of battle will be important. I would nominate you, Revnoir, to lead one flank. I, the anchor. Then the other boy, the last flank. Are you guys armed?"



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Revnoir grinned. "Well, let's go with your plan then. And..." In a moment, he had formed a black scythe out of his Threads. "Weavers are never unarmed." He spun the scythe a couple times around his wrist, similar to the way he did when attacking, before the scythe returned to Threads and disappeared.
 
He nodded at Chris. "Yeah, let's get the hell out of here. We've wasted enough time as it is." Suddenly, the doors to outside behind him flung open with the use of fire threads, but it looked as if he had done it telekinetically since he hid the threads quite well from everyone else. Cam had always been one to show off. He turned and began to walk out.
 
Stephen took of after the man who opened the door, looking at the group behind him as he walked. His footsteps echoed against the ground.


"I recommend you talk among yourselves and split between us three. I think it is safe to assume that you will make the best choice when it comes to distributing yourselves as personnel."



He turned his cold blue visor back forward, before he spoke to Revnoir.



"If you can, Revnoir, join me in whatever transport I ride. I have many questions."



@Everyone
 
dante looked around then back at the armoured man. though he told them to talk among themselves and make groups. since he could not give his opinion he would just wait to be chosen for a group.
 
An unfamiliar smell shrouded her senses as Kirsa finally fluttered her eyes open, finding herself staring at a white ceiling. Where was she? She couldn't remember much as the girl lifted herself from comfort of the sheets. A few nurses were walking about as they tended to a few other people. Kirsa ran her thin fingers through her soft locks. She felt groggy, a headache was pounding at her head and in conclusion - she just felt like shit. Slowly, she stood from the bed. There was an uncomfortable breeze through her legs as Kirsa looked down at her attire, it was a bland white patient gown. She grumbled to herself. She needed her clothes back. As most of the room cleared of doctors and nurses, Kirsa quickly made her way out and into the hallway. The tile was cold against her feet as she made quick haste down the medical wing. She wouldn't been in such a hurry if she was wearing more than undergarments under the gown.
 
Blank was walking along reading a book when something ran into him, or did he run into it? Hard to tell. He looked over his book and saw a woman in a white hospital gown
 
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Kirsa fell to the ground, scowling from the pain as she turned her attention upwards. She frowned deeply before standing herself up. "Watch it.." She growled, dusting her clothes off.
 
".. What?" Kirsa shot up and grabbed Blank's shirt, gazing at him with a death glare. "I dare you say that again." She growled.
 
Felix sighed "at least someone told me where the leader's office is" he said as he keep walking, he suddenly stopped and takes a look at his watch.
 
[QUOTE="SSgt Goodrich]
Stephen took of after the man who opened the door, looking at the group behind him as he walked. His footsteps echoed against the ground.
"I recommend you talk among yourselves and split between us three. I think it is safe to assume that you will make the best choice when it comes to distributing yourselves as personnel."



He turned his cold blue visor back forward, before he spoke to Revnoir.



"If you can, Revnoir, join me in whatever transport I ride. I have many questions."



@Everyone

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"Well, sure. Why not?" He walked beside the armored figure, and looked back to see Dante being as silent as expected. He felt a little bad for him. He had no way of catching their attention if he needed them, and couldn't pick a group for himself. He didn't want to say anything, seeing as he might mess up any plans that Goodrich had. Even if he was the Squad Leader, he wanted to give the Recruits some freedom. As long as it didn't end up in them being killed brutally.
 

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