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[midgarhorizon]

Characters: Anybody that wishes to go to the Ragnarok meeting
Date: Jan 20th, Morning
Setting: Hidden Floor
Format: Either or.
Summary: It's time to regroup, establish new ties, and form a plan
Warning: TBA, but check comment headings just in case!


It may have been word of mouth. It could have been one of the many notes Reno left on doors or on beds (and in some cases, foreheads) of those he knew to be members or trusted. Or it could have been just as simple as a friend grabbing another for a 'walk.' The notes read, "Meeting. Morning, Jan 20th." There is no location, or any hint of any; Reno suspects most people will get the idea to go there, simply because it wasn't mentioned. It isn't supposed to exist, after all.

Comments

[notachickenhawk]

[Animus, that's what. He bobs his head a little to indicate 'yes'.]

[bloodyashes]

You're not really missing much.

[Asch shifts his shoulder slightly under the talons, but doesn't complain. He's had worse.]

I've got some of that jerky if you're hungry.

[notachickenhawk]

[He bobs his head again, and tries to loosen his grip a little. Sorry, Asch.]

[bloodyashes]

[He's had both shoulders cut open over the course of his life by now. He can deal.

A minute of fumbling with his inner pockets while trying to not jostle Tobias too badly eventually produces a few chunks of said jerky, which he holds up in easy beak-reach.]

[notachickenhawk]

[He can deal with the jostling, he's ridden into battle on a Hork-Bajir before. But hooray for food. He leans down and carefully takes them one by one, jerking his head back so he can swallow.]