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Laurence Anderson
rangers rising
POSTED ON Sept 13, 2022 22:57:39 GMT
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 There… was a reason why he didn’t want to speak right now. The reason lay mainly inside the envelopes that were still mostly stacked around the table—but seeing as some of the curious (maybe impatient) ones had decided to take a peek inside, there was—there was nothing else to it. The legs of the chair he was sitting in scraped back as he stood up from his position at the table, holding up a hand and trying to silence everyone because—well, this was it. Mamma mia, he thought with the tiniest of sighs, before taking a deep breath and composing himself (heh) before he opened his mouth. Truthfully, he had to be careful about what he wanted to say because Raziel Beckett had been there at the meeting after all. “Settle down, settle down,” he began quietly, his voice cutting through the room. Once everyone had managed to settle down (or most, anyway) he looked around the room. His gaze lingered for more than a few seconds on Guillermo Marceliño, because holy fucking shit he was not going to like the words that would next spill forth. “I came back from a meeting with the higher-ups. As it is, we’re one man down because Sénon Game took a paternal leave to take care of his family,” he continued, a very measured sigh escaping him. At least he was sure Elinor Anderson, Raziel Beckett and Kazimir Wynter would get the hint and keep quiet about what really happened a few days prior. “All of you in this room, to some extent, is aware of the incoming threat that’s coming towards this region, I trust you all do,” he went on before gesturing at the envelopes. “Because I’m going to need everyone’s help.” He then went over to the projector and flicked it on, where a map of the entire region then loaded up and displayed in holograph form. Should anyone take a look at the map within the envelope, the marks matched the locations that were also marked on the bigger visual. He had to restrain himself from spitting forth the tirade of curses that was on the tip of his tongue as he continued on. “The meeting that happened a few days ago discussed these locations—as this is where the League is going to be setting up the countermeasure to take the meteor elsewhere.” Elsewhere. He spat to one side in the back of his mind. Couldn’t reveal everything now can he. At least, not everything that was vital to everyone knowing. “At these locations, there would be installations set up—I’ve gone on a run myself with Callan Young over here to help get them set up—however the thing is, with the way these installations are set up, it’s going to cause the local populations to go, for lack of a better word, crazy.” He then pointed out Mount Pyre, the (Great) Desert, Granite Cave, and the general Petalburg area. “Four out of the five locations are approximately where large concentrations of local wild Pokémon populations live, so clearly anything man-made that’s set up in their environment will cause a disruption, an imbalance—and they’re going to attack it, to get rid of it. Which is why I need all of your help.” His gaze lingered again, for a few seconds, on the new Fortree Ranger Captain. Another deep breath before he goes silent, and then he allows himself a singular hiss of noise before he lets it out anyway. “The la puttana picked Fortree. I’m—I’m sorry. The decision is out of my hands. I know that Sénon and his family live somewhere in the area; but since he’s not here at this meeting, I’d need your help now, more than ever, to keep the Eagle’s Nest safe.” He belatedly realized something else, too, but—he wasn’t going to talk about that. At least not until he was prompted to do so. “If anyone has questions, the floor’s open.” • this is a lot of internal screaming, Lars • has to compose himself (lol) for a few moments, actually rewording what he wanted to say, before calling the meeting to order • outlines a brief summary of what the hell happened during AAPT3 (mostly, just the discussion of the points) • very tired sigh • the floor is now open for question/s, comments, violent reactions @tag |
