Isthul - 72 hours before military action

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

Who: All agents and enforcers going into Isthul
Where: Isthul
What: Diffuse the situation or withdraw


Both Isthul gates are now fortified basecamps, the Agents manning it more than a little nervous. The military's declaration is fresh, and while the battle was won, there are a scant 72 hours before the promised strike. Things are tense, and beyond the picket lines you can already see a massive force of Isthul troops preparing to attack your position.

[Because this situation can be handled any number of ways, instead of restricting posts to what I come up with for possible action, characters may start their own threads. Please title your thread with a description of the action you are taking.

Isthul forces CAN be contacted via radio or signal flares, although whether or not they respond is another matter entirely.]

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[king-of-flames.livejournal.com]

[Roy is taking a bit of a different approach. He's wearing a three-piece suit, though he still has his gloves. He intends to talk to people to gather information -- first the soldiers manning the defenses, then the civilians in the nearest settlement.]

DIPLOMACY

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

Phoenix, newly armed with the goings on in the bill sessions, sends word to the military council that he would like to try to negotiate with them and discuss this situation. It's a simply worded note which suggests he has news that they might consider worthwhile paying attention to, and which may help stabilize the economic and technological issues going on currently.

He drums his fingers as he waits for the results.

He rubs his face.

DIPLOMACY CONT. (aka Phoenix shits bricks)

[wright-idea.livejournal.com]

The hardest part is not looking. He wants to, desperately, but doing so might give away the positions of his guard, and he's already got visions of bullets, and blood, and more money than he'll ever know how to pay off in any given lifetime.

He tries to keep a straight face as he approaches the guards. He tries not to add, "and either win it all or lose anything" to that analogy, and instead wraps his hand around the magatama in his pocket for comfort.

He approaches the guards, showing his ID. "Diplomat Enforcer Phoenix Wright. I've been authorized to pass into Isthul territory," he says, trying not to let his voice waver.