Video - Did someone say something about bacon?

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ He'd really wanted to make this a text message. But as he'd poured over the information he'd run down, Will had come to the sad conclusion that there was no way anyone would read through all he had to address.

At least he'd have never read through it all. So that left video.

While the device was turned on, camera aimed towards the man in question, Will was looking anywhere but at the camera. Hopefully that didn't come across as too strange. But it probably did.

Good news was he'd managed to replace his glasses! They had roamed slightly down his nose and he had yet to bother pushing them back up on his face. ]

Ah hello.

My name is Will Graham, fairly recent arrival through the portal so I don't know ... most of you. Which probably makes this request even more awkward than it should be.

[ Yep, just a charismatic public speaker, that's him! ]

Uhm anyway. My job currently is with the Perimeter Guard, Surveyor and I've been told they would have my assistance with advising on monsters after a bit. To that end I've discovered there was a recent expedition out to the northeast of the city with an eye towards expanding our agricultural opportunities. That expedition apparently identified an infestation of [ here he lifts a paper and reads off of it, as if he can't bring himself to use his own words for this ] 'giant alien-hogs.'

[ Lowering the paper, he reached up to tug his glasses off his face, rubbing at his eyes. ]

Long story short, I've picked up the request for a second survey of the area to see how we can best secure a safe expansion into it, and what options might be available for best dealing with the native species of alien-hogs and or other monsters in the area.

[ Back on go the glasses and he gives the camera a quick look and small, closed lip smile. ]

I'll cover the affinity for animals/monsters requirement for this little trip but I've been advised that, while the object is to avoid conflict with any monsters, the team should include some Perimeter guards, and or someone with combat or combat avoidance, experience.

As I am new to this place, I figured it would be best to inquire about help over this device. But if there is a corkboard people like to use to put these expeditions together, please feel free to direct me to it. Otherwise ... uhm, I guess ... contact me here.

[ Taking a moment to ensure that he covered everything (yeah, think so) Will gave an awkward little nod and reached to switch his device off transmission and back to receive mode. ]


[ OOC: The mission Will references is this follow-up on fertile ground mission. Right now I am open to any discussion/plotting/planning! Feel free to ICly respond to this post or if you want to talk OOC shoot me a PM this_ismydesign. Timeline wise, I'd like to kick something off by the 15th of June. :D ]

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Damian .... /o

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Will didn't even try to cover the way his eyebrows lifted when Damian spoke. He had no real room to speak about over-sized shirts, given his own pint size, though the young man's age did cause concern.

Not as much as when they had been text snarking at one another, because there was a serious (the idea of an 'old soul') in those bright green eyes. Enough so to hold Will's tongue when he might have otherwise said 'Hell.No'.

After all, the mission was meant to be more covert and stealth, than any actual fighting. ]

Very well. Though I expect that means we're now up to requiring a full briefing. You're in charge of bringing the donuts.

[ Was he kidding? Hard to tell. ]

B| self-proclaimed mission leader has arrived

[bestrobin]

( Damian was prepared to argue why he should be allowed to partake in the mission. After all, he was the son of Batman, the former heir to the League of Assassins. If he anyone was equip to handle a mission like this, he was sure he fit the bill.

He nodded at the response, lifting his chin a bit when there was no argument. )

Fine. Who else have you recruited for this? ( He took a moment to consider what other questions he should ask here before he paused, realizing there was an important bit of information they hadn't quite shared. Or well, that he hadn't. )

I'm Damian Wayne. ( al Ghul, but that wasn't important. )

Damian ... don't be rude

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ Having already offered his name, Will merely nodded to show he had heard Damian when the young man had supplied his own. ]

At the moment, it's just yourself, a woman named Cassandra Anderson and me. [ He offered without much concern.

Not a large team, it was true but there might yet be some stragglers. If not, then he expected they'd still make do. ]

it's genetic, he can't help it

[bestrobin]

( Three was more than enough for a mission, as far as Damian was concerned. )

What can she do?

( If he was going to work with her, he wanted to know what she was capable of doing. He'd learn some about Graham already, but he planned to learn more once he got an idea of who this woman might be. )

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

You should probably ask her that yourself. [ Will suggested, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. ] I believe she would be in the best position to discuss her resume with you.

[ No way was he wading into the middle of those two. Make some popcorn and watch? Oh hell yes!

Sometimes he could be a brat in return. ]

[bestrobin]

Tt. I'll be in contact with her shortly.

( It was a fair response, all things considered. He couldn't expect Will to know all the details of everyone he met to go on missions, he supposed. )

When do you plan to hold this brief, Graham? I plan to bring fresh donuts.

[ex_this_ismydesign36]

[ His over active imagination is already picturing how that meeting might go. He's curious to see the outcome.

Subduing his inner five year old for the moment, Will focused on the question. ]

In the next couple of days, at the latest. I think I've had enough response to this message to put together a reasonably sized group. Once I'm sure, I'll contact everybody with a meeting place and time.