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Who| Everyone
What| A chance for the teams to meet, mingle, and, lets be honest, for goodbyes to be said.
Where| The common area.
When| Evening before the attack, about a day after Creuntus' network announcement.
Warnings/Notes| Time is going to be a little ~~more~~ wonky then normal, if you haven't noticed. They will be going out to attack "tomorrow" but that thread will not, likely, be posted tomorrow, to give people time to play in this one, etc.

There is food and drink, plenty of it, but no decoration, and it is clear this "party" is no sort of celebration. There is the small spattering of Peacekeepers still in the Capitol, those not on duty at the edge of the boundary.

A long table at the front has a set up for each team. Everyone has a folder with who is in their team, who is watching their team, a list of the various weapons they will have. On the list is a flame thrower, a handful of small explosives, and an automatic weapon for each team member. There are no weapons laid out for the Tributes to handle, however - those were waiting for them elsewhere, for when the mission truly started. Nor does the folder mention that the weapons all switch off outside of the combat area, but it's also not a secret, or a surprise.

Each folder also includes the rather useless stats and images they have of the creatures-the photos are blurry, the stats mainly stack up to "they are very deadly" and a collection of the various bits of information put forth by other tributes who seem to know more then the Capitol. Last, a detailed map of both the neighborhood, and the tunnels for them to study.

Another table has folders for the intel, with much of the same information. Last, a third table is set up for those that are staying at home. Those folders contain some basic first aid information, and a list with what sort of basic medical supplies and food stuff is in the training center.

Each table set up has an Avox or two to hand out the folders. Creuntus is no where to be seen, and you would be lucky to catch any of her team. She knows where she doesn't want to be. The furniture has been dragged to facilitate the conversation of small to medium sized groups. Say, about the size of a team and their Intel.

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The Initiate doesn't bother standing around the table flipping over and over through files full of information they didn't actually have. He'd be half convinced this was a ploy on the capitol's part to cull them all at once if he didn't know full well he could take these beasts on. Really, the only thing they had that might be worth studying at all was the map. So he focuses his time on better things.

In one of bigger pieces of lounge furniture pulled up to his team's respective table, the Initiate sits with his feet pulled up off the ground. His legs are folded and his palms are pressed together in prayer formation. His painted face appears calm-- if one discounted the downward pull to his features-- as he turns his concentration inward and tries to coax out the voodoo they had yet to return to him. He knows he won't be able to use it until he's within the fray, but despite that, he feels out for any note and trace of it he can while he prays. And plans.

Do you take the chance of disturbing him?

Pruna spotted him and went over to the table next to hers, she paused as she drew close though seeing his silence. A silence not just of no words and thoughts but that of prayer. She stood silently by his side, not disturbing him.

He's silent and still for a few minutes longer, before his eyes finally open. There's haze to them, lasting a split second where it seems like he's not seeing something beyond what is really there, and then it's gone. He looks to her and immediately smiles.

"Dear Nameless," He practically purrs. "YOU GOT TO PREPARING YOURSELF FOR THE BATTLE AHEAD, MY SISTER?"

His hair has been cut short since they last met. It no longer hangs at his waist, but stops at his shoulders, curling more with the absence of weight and making him look younger, closer to her age.

"I do be, though there do no be being much preparation you can be making when they do no even be giving you proper information." It made her angry, because she hated being unprepared and unknowing of what was to happen.

"Preach, sister," He says, with a scornful shake of his head. "IF THIS WERE ALTERNIA THEY'D BE CULLED FOR THEIR NEGLIGENCE. Never up within the subjugglators would this have been at to be. ESPECIALLY NOT MY MOTHERFUCKING BATTALION." He wasn't particularly fond of the weapon selection either. He could work with the explosives perhaps, but fuck guns. What a poor tool for proper culling.

"But he knows at we are all to be about the win in this strife," He says, smile returning. "HE'S GOT PLANS AT OF OWNSELF HE DOES. Those motherfuckers won't be able to up and touch us. AND SO TORN ASUNDER WE WILL MAKE THEM TO BE."

"You do be having plans?" Now this was what Pruna wanted to hear, at least someone here was not stupid and pathetic. She clambered up to sit on the table, her feet on the chair next to him. "Can you be sharing?"

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"They are returning that which what is rightfully motherfucking mine. MY VOODOO, SISTER," He says, a wicked gleam to his eyes. "These creatures feel at for fear just like any other. JUST LIKE ANY MOTHERFUCKING OTHER THEY GOT AT THE INSTINCT WHAT TO TAKE TO AVERSION OF CERTAIN THINGS WHAT ALL MAY HARM. And sister? THAT THING IS ALL TO BE MOTHERFUCKING US. He shall rake his claws in his chucklevoodoo's mark through their deplorable pans. AND SO IT'LL BE US WHAT ALL THEY FEAR. Organise a group each to the cornering of the lot and in the wicked harshwhimsical throes of consternation they won't be capable for naught but the picking off of them. THE CRUSHING AND SENDING OF THEY TO CARNIVALSIDE. All a motherfucker needs is for no distraction what to befall him. NO THING WHAT TO GET IN THE WAY OF THAT WHICH WHAT HE MUST DO."

And hope too that it wouldn't get in the way of his other plan or vice versa. It would all be delicate, requiring every bit of focus he could afford. But it was the best plan available, for the short term of the battle... and the future. But with the capitol all around, always listening, he knows he can't tell her about the latter. Maybe eventually.

"They will flee from she as long as they are under his control. BEST MOTHERFUCKING CHANCE IS ALL TO CORNER THEM AS BEST AS IS ALL TO BE MOTHERFUCKING POSSIBLE. As best you can possibly bring them to be. THEN CULL THE MOTHERFUCKERS. You understand, Nameless?"

She did understand mostly. They were giving him his powers back, and he was going to use them to make them afraid of him. She knew of such powers, priestess Elena could make great warriors cry just by going inside their heads and making their brains torture them. It was more effective than any torture Pruna could inflict but Kant had told her it was very high level magic and even Elena struggled with it.

It was hard for Pruna to imagine priestess Elena struggling with anything, but Kant didn't lie. "That do be being a really good plan," And the Initiate must be very powerful. "We will be culling all the motherfuckers!"

"FUCK YES, MY MOST WICKED OF SISTERS!" The Initiate grins wide, fangs exposed. "And he knows he can count on she. YOU OF ALL BROTHERS AND SISTERS, HE KNOWS AT HE CAN COUNT ON. One of the goat, OF INDIGO, as with me. IF THEIR BLOOD WEREN'T LIKE TO BURN, HE WOULD PAINT THE WALLS WITH THEIR UNFORTUNATE GUTS. In a righteous Sister's honor."

Although, there would always be the arena for that. Eventually. Not yet.

"WHAT OF YOU SISTER? Are you like to have idea in mind your ownself?"

She grinned and nodded, "You can be counting on me." She nodded, "And I can be counting on you." She nodded and smiled at him.

"I do no be having any powers but I will be killing them all, my team do be being a bit useless but I will no be letting them be holding me back."

"YOU HAVE MESSIAH'S BLESSINGS NEVERTHELESS. He has seen it on you. AND WITH THE HOLY TWO AT OUR SIDES THERE AIN'T NONE WHAT CAN INTERCEDE THE JUST SUBJUGGLATION OF THEY WHAT ARE TO BE NO MORE. Higher in our victory than a funambulist we are to be." He gives a nod; really, the slightest of bows right back to her, his hands held with palms together, like in prayer. She was truly the most worthy of Messiahs honor, above anyone else here. His hands then return to his knees to tap a rhythm and a thought occurs. He reaches into his shirt to pull out the vial of paint he keeps on him at all times.

"WOULD YOU CARE HE DO A SISTER'S PAINT? It would be a great motherfucking honor to he at be allowed preformance of such before battle."

She returned the bow with a grin copying his movements as best she can. Even though his gods were different than hers it was still an honour that he thought her worthy of fighting for his gods, and they did not seem so much different.

She nodded at the request. "Yes, I would be caring for that a lot!"

"COME HERE, WICKED SISTER," He says, and gestures for her to move closer. "Sit before him all where he can be doing this proper." He pushes back his own seat to give her space and goes about unscrewing the cap on the vial.

"HAS A SISTER EVER THOUGHT AT FOR BEING PART OF A CHURCH?" He asks as he prepares.

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Terezi, meanwhile, is trying to soak up as much as possible. Tactics are her strong point, and that includes knowing her chess pieces as well as she knows the board. One such piece is currently sitting--meditating?--on a chair, and she doesn't hesitate to wander over to him.

She stands in silence for a few moments before leaning conpicuously on the arm of the chair. "Somehow, I don't think you're searching for inner peace," she teases.

Well, it was a matter of time. His mouth quirks even as he doesn't immediately open his eyes.

"SISTER, YOU WOULDN'T UP AND BELIEVE HIM IF AT HE WAS," He says. He eases his hands out of their prayer position and places them down on his knees. "But in this case, she'd be... part right. FEELING FOR THE LINE AND SONG OF VOODOO, PYROPE. It ain't returned but the parts of a motherfuckers mind what all gives them are still up and being there. OFFERING PRAYER AT TO THE MESSIAHS ALL THE SAME. And getting map at for what all a motherfucker needs all to do."

He looks at her now. "AND WHAT OF SHE?"

"Preparing," she answers, more coyly than absolutely needed. She flashes a grin and hoists herself up to sit on the arm of the chair, instead of just leaning on it.

"I've signed up to work tactical planning. Imagine my surprise when I found your name filed into my list of poor misguided pawns! Miracles all up in this bitch." A waggle of her eyebrows follows, and she continues: "I can't See anything yet, but if your voodoo isn't powered up yet, then I'm not too worried. Though I was kinda hoping for some warm-up practice before the real thing."

The Initiate rolls his eyes but, for now, refrains from shoving her off.

"I ain't your motherfucking pawn, get that up out of your pan first off," He huffs. "SECOND, FOR ONE WHAT AIN'T WHAT TO HEAR OF IT, YOU DO LIKE AT THROW PHRASE OF MIRACLES." He leans back in the chair at an angle, to better face her. "He had plans what made for better application within battle than all being from spoken on from afar and without banking on fools to listen. A PROPER HIGHBLOOD DON'T FIGHT HIS WARS FROM THRONE ALONE," He says, by way of explanation. "It is inconvenient all to be made like to wait. HENCE FEELING FOR HIS VOODOO ANYWAY. But the capitol still fears for us even under face of other threats. AMONG THEIR MANY OTHER MISTAKES."

"Fine! I will formally upgrade you from a Pawn to a Knight. Or a Bishop. ...Not a Rook. Those things are shit." She pauses a moment, her mouth twisting up to the side as she ponders this very deep chess-inspired dilemma. She is still listening to his ~~complaining~~ conversation, though.

"I would be afraid of us, too, if I were them." She grins a bit. "You don't stuff a wild animal in a cage and expect it to play nice when you let it out to attack something else. But since we're not wild animals, I hope you're planning on keeping your voodoos trained on appropriate subjects."

She might sound like she's half scolding him, but then she gives him a wink, and it calls into question what she deems to be an appropriate subject. "I'll be watching to make sure you do."

He says, wryly, "Bishop will be sufficient."

He raises his brows at her. Not subtle, Pyrope. Not even a little bit. Let him show at to you how all it's done.

"SISTER, AT WHAT MOTHERFUCKING POINT DID I MAKE AT TO IMPLY I UP AND MOTHERFUCKING WASN'T? Ought to have at more motherfucking faith up in you. BUT HE SUPPOSES THAT WOULD BE THE SAME AS AT ASKING A MIRACLE OF SHE," He scoffs, with a slight smirk. He leaves no emphasis on any part to imply he's anything but taking her literally. More seriously, he adds, "What I need for a sister all to be watching for is at to make sure no motherfucker up and gets in my way. NOT FOR HIM ALL TO BE WATCHED. I can take care all for my own motherfucking self. BUT I AIN'T MOTHERFUCKING STOPPING FOR SHIT IF SOME DULL-NUGGED FUCKER INTRUDES UP UPON WHAT AT I INTEND."

That was completely subtle, okay. The most subtle.

She wants to roll her eyes at the mention of miracles. Instead, she just makes the head motion like she's doing it. "I intend to keep my unseeing eyes on everything, thank you very much. ...But you're right, no one wants to deal with the collateral damage you'll probably leave behind. I'll keep your path as clear as possible."

Yes, and he's an atheist.

"Girl, you can keep telling at to yourself that they ain't about all to be being a thing. BUT THAT DON'T KEEP THEM FROM BEING MOTHERFUCKING THINGS," He says, in response to the eye- or head, rather- roll. "If there is collateral it means at motherfuckers didn't up and stay out of his way. AND THEY WOULD FUCKING DESERVE IT. So clear path would indeed be motherfucking ideal."

"Roger, roger. I have my orders, Governor. No need to tell me twice." She makes a mockery of a salute at him. "Operation Idiot-Free-Zone will commence at dawn. Which means pretty much everyone, let's be honest. Some more than others."

"GOOD." He snorts, smirking wryly at her for a moment. But it fades and he looks out at the rest of groups, the people he would and wouldn't have to work with. His eyes pass over the younger mutant, far from him, and then flick away.

"So what all was that? THEY STILL FUCKING WITH YOU?" He asks.

Her grin slips just a bit. She doesn't care. She has more important things to think about right now. She does But the memory of her fight with Karkat--and the things that he said... The tips of her ears flush a little teal. Suddenly, she wishes she wasn't sitting on the arm of the chair, right next to the Initiate.

She hops off, using it as a bit of a distraction. It turns her back to him a little bit, and she shrugs. "Just the usual, I guess... Still yelling about stupid shit. He's on the other team I'm managing. I can't really avoid him."

He frowns. He doesn't near know her well enough to know what this is all to mean. But trolls don't tend to turn there backs so purposefully without reason. At least, not when he's from.

"There shouldn't be no motherfucking usual," He points out. "UNLESS THIS WERE ALL TO BE INTENT AT TO MOTHERFUCKING HATE DATE." Which would explain the sudden flushing. "You're the one what's all being in charge of his particular motherfucking team. HE SHOULDN'T BE MOTHERFUCKING SAYING SHIT TO UNDERMINE IT LEST HE'S GOT A BETTER GODDAMN IDEA. Considering what all I know of the fucker, I'm doubting at that to be it, correct? IF IT WERE ALL TO BE ME I'D PUT HIM IN HIS GODDAMN PLACE."

He eyes her still. He's sure she can tell, even with her back turned. "Why the fuck put up with it all?"