nonscriptum: and I'm freaking Lewis & Clark out here (one day in the woods)
𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 ([personal profile] nonscriptum) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2019-05-20 12:05 pm

[video] as sun tzu once said, light 'em up

There are a bunch of new people around, so...hey, I'm Nate.

[ It's been a while since he posted to the network, but things are starting to get sticky - and not even in the comparatively fun, sweaty jungle way - around these parts and tension feels like it's ramping higher. Crackling in the air. It makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He's not in the city, as evidenced by the dense, green foliage at his back. His sketchbook is out, open, but he's talking with both his hands. ]

I realize we're kind of running the gauntlet right now in terms of what's being thrown at us, and we're basically getting ready for an inevitable showdown, and there are already a lot of efforts being made toward preparing.

[ Sonya - a woman he doesn't know - was proposing escape routes and manageable cover strategies for civilian types. It's a good idea to have those routes mapped sooner rather than later. ]

But I've spent a lot of time since we got here getting to know this landscape, the topography. What I'm looking for are people with actual combat experience, whether that's strategic, logistical, or something similar. Fight's gonna come to us whether we want it to or not, and weaponizing the environment is one of the best chances we have at mitigating the risks. Guerrilla warfare isn't pretty, but we have the resources for it.

[ For a moment he looks distracted, thinking of something, writing it down and talking over the act as he does so. ]

So just, um. Call in if you've got the know-how. Thanks.
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[personal profile] substances 2019-05-30 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Klaus raises his eyebrow at that particular pause before the word 'jobs' but he doesn't ask. He knows an evasion when he sees one, and if he doesn't call Nate on his, then there's a better chance Nate won't call him on his own later. Tit for tat and all that.

He listens while Nate explains some of the resources and limitations they have, hands resting on his hips, and when Nate flips open the sketchbook, he shifts closer and peers down into it, thoughtful. Chewing on his lower lip, his eyes flick over the parts of the map Nate pointed out, and he nods a few times.]


Got it. Okay okay. If they can't handle bumpy rides, let's give 'em bumpy rides. I got a few ideas for sure.

[Lifting a hand, he taps a finger at the spot where the river and city part ways, at the southeastern side of the city.]

You know if they can handle water?