NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Continuation of the "Reclaimation" thread, which introduced characters and set up development. Read Below:

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=81823&postdays=0&postorder=asc&start=0

The first Signal was a Strange Interdimensional Disturbance in the North Pacific. The Second Signal was a nuclear explosion in the Cambodian Jungles. The Third Signal has been alerted.

IC:

Hours had passed since the Cambodian Pseudo-explosion at a nuclear scale. It seemed as if the ruse, as clever and noteworthy as it may have been, was a complete failure in the sense that it attracted little, if any, attention that was not local, and went internationally unnoticed. Although this would be chalked up on as Raziel's failed ideas, a rarity at that, there would always be another plan.

"Tis a sad world to not raise a brow during a nuclear blast in such a desolate part of the world," Camael despaired.

"Perhaps sad isn't the proper term," Lucifer said with a devilish grin. "Perhaps they are just preoccupied with their own endevours and have no room to peek outside of their social bubble." It seemed more truth than farce, and was more than enough of a logical explaination to the rest.

"Then we should attract their attention some way else. If danger does not peak their interest, then safety may," Michael suggested.

Raziel left the group and went back into the temple. He was gone for nearly fifteen minutes. He dragged out a large box the size of a man with a dolly lift, and used his bisento as a crowbar in forcing it open. "Nations here are suckers for refugees," He informed the rest. "They will come to our aid if we inform that we are refugees from another country and are being attacked." He wheeled out a strange, rotating machination with a green orb in the middle. The half-truth was somewhat believable. Raziel kneeled down to switch the emergency signal beacon on, which emitted the message encoded in radio waves.


Help! Foreign Refugees Currently Under Attack in Cambodian Temple of Angkor Wat. Immediate Evacuation Assistance Requested.


The green orb shot a large, continuous beam into the atmosphere, attracting the visual attention of the others as Raziel stood up. He reached into the casing and activated a timer for a few hours.

"Why don't we just walk?" Matriel wondered. "The jungle isn't that bad."

"And to where would we go? What friends do you still have?" Samael answered.

Matriel was silent, unanswering to Samael.

"What about the horses?" Jophiel asked.

Raziel looked up for once, "We annot summon the steeds until the physical anchor to this dimensional plane of existence is reestablished."

"And that means...?" Abaddon asked.

"IT means that without Byzantium here, we're pretty much without our. . . luxories," Sandalaphon informed. "Which is why we must discovery the why, research the how, create the what, and make the when as soon as possible."

"Cryptic brother," Metatron acknowledged. "Cryptic."

"Thanks," Sandalaphon said. "Soon I'll be talking like Raziel." He chortled slightly.

"Heaven Forbid," chuckled Zadkiel. "The world needs less know-it-alls with labyrinthian minds."

The men enjoyed a good laugh at the High Priest's cost as he finished working on the signal beacon.

"What will happen if the beacon fails to attract any foreign attention?" Lucifer inquired.

"Then," Gabriel suddenly said. "We can expect the Cambodian authorities to pick us up. They're likely to catch on to a giant light in the jungle pretty quick. I'll give it a few hours."

"Well... as long as its not something bad," Lucifer sneered mischeviously.


Help! Foreign Refugees Currently Under Attack in Cambodian Temple of Angkor Wat. Immediate Evacuation Assistance Requested.


OOC:

These men, 27 total, are in some serious need of someone to pick them up. THe Cambodian Authorities are heading their way, and if they investigate, the Byzantines will surely be sent to prison and death afterwards for multiple accounts of homocide.

Hours had passed since the Cambodian Pseudo-explosion at a nuclear scale. It seemed as if the ruse, as clever and noteworthy as it may have been, was a complete failure in the sense that it attracted little, if any, attention that was not local, and went internationally unnoticed. Although this would be chalked up on as Raziel's failed ideas, a rarity at that, there would always be another plan.

"Tis a sad world to not raise a brow during a nuclear blast in such a desolate part of the world," Camael despaired.

"Perhaps sad isn't the proper term," Lucifer said with a devilish grin. "Perhaps they are just preoccupied with their own endevours and have no room to peek outside of their social bubble." It seemed more truth than farce, and was more than enough of a logical explaination to the rest.

"Then we should attract their attention some way else. If danger does not peak their interest, then safety may," Michael suggested.

Raziel left the group and went back into the temple. He was gone for nearly fifteen minutes. He dragged out a large box the size of a man with a dolly lift, and used his bisento as a crowbar in forcing it open. "Nations here are suckers for refugees," He informed the rest. "They will come to our aid if we inform that we are refugees from another country and are being attacked." He wheeled out a strange, rotating machination with a green orb in the middle. The half-truth was somewhat believable. Raziel kneeled down to switch the emergency signal beacon on, which emitted the message encoded in radio waves.


Help! Foreign Refugees Currently Under Attack in Cambodian Temple of Angkor Wat. Immediate Evacuation Assistance Requested.


The green orb shot a large, continuous beam into the atmosphere, attracting the visual attention of the others as Raziel stood up. He reached into the casing and activated a timer for a few hours.

"Why don't we just walk?" Matriel wondered. "The jungle isn't that bad."

"And to where would we go? What friends do you still have?" Samael answered.

Matriel was silent, unanswering to Samael.

"What about the horses?" Jophiel asked.

Raziel looked up for once, "We annot summon the steeds until the physical anchor to this dimensional plane of existence is reestablished."

"And that means...?" Abaddon asked.

"IT means that without Byzantium here, we're pretty much without our. . . luxories," Sandalaphon informed. "Which is why we must discovery the why, research the how, create the what, and make the when as soon as possible."

"Cryptic brother," Metatron acknowledged. "Cryptic."

"Thanks," Sandalaphon said. "Soon I'll be talking like Raziel." He chortled slightly.

"Heaven Forbid," chuckled Zadkiel. "The world needs less know-it-alls with labyrinthian minds."

The men enjoyed a good laugh at the High Priest's cost as he finished working on the signal beacon.

"What will happen if the beacon fails to attract any foreign attention?" Lucifer inquired.

"Then," Gabriel suddenly said. "We can expect the Cambodian authorities to pick us up. They're likely to catch on to a giant light in the jungle pretty quick. I'll give it a few hours."

"Well... as long as its not something bad," Lucifer sneered mischeviously.


Help! Foreign Refugees Currently Under Attack in Cambodian Temple of Angkor Wat. Immediate Evacuation Assistance Requested.