[He's using voice for this post, despite it being annoying, because geez people. All this concern and being nice and stuff. It's distracting, And he has something to suggest that deserves the attention much more.]

It seems several here are beginning to develop the new abilities we have been granted while here. However, in order to practice some, such as healing, a target subject is needed.

Coordinating individuals to practice together may be a worthwhile course of action. In particular, regarding those of you in Heimdall who have been given the power to absorb damage from others, it may be wise for us to practice on each other. Doing so on someone with the same abilities may allow us to learn faster.

[[ooc: Feel free to threadjack on this post in order to coordinate groups if you like!]]

[Conan beams. Pure, unadulterated, cheerfulness might not be enough to distract from the drab, gloomy interior of Hel's hall, but he's trying hard.]

Ne -- I was thinking! I've heard a lot of people wondering why we were here -- not the reason in the letter. Why us and not anyone else! So that got me thinking -- maybe we'll find out the answer sooner if we ask questions to a lot of people at once!

I've got one for everyone -- sorry if it's a bit weird, but try and answer the best you can, okay? I bet it'll be useful in the long run. Anyway -- how important are you in your world?

I'll be waiting for your answer -- thank you!

[And clicking the feed off, Conan lets out a sigh, massaging sore cheek muscles. Tch ... this better work ... ]

[The last thing the maid and the paper should have ever said was that Agrias had a new duty. After all, she'd not been commanded to move from her station, especially not be anyone she didn't know. A last ditch effort to save the kingdom was about to be put into action and she needed to be there. So when she instead finds herself in a dull room instead of before her old church, she became livid, naturally.

The video feed turns on, showing her standing proudly in her armor, a determined, stern look spread on her face. Better get used to that expression, she'll be using it a lot today.]

Gods? Holy? Your words are a jape at best and it would behoove you to still your tongues.

[A small tch escapes her before she tries to reach out, flicking this odd device on her and focusing it.]

If anyone out there can indeed hear my words, tell these so-called gods that I belong not with this Heimdall, but with the Princess and her country. My duty lies there, as it always has. They mock the very concept of honor and duty by thinking they could replace mine so easily. The sooner I can return to their side as a trusted swordarm, the better we all will be. Thank you, and good day.

[The video feed turns on to show a face that may be familiar to some. However, despite the similarities, this face has a more playful and satisfied expression.]

I see! So this is how it works! [The girl clad in red's voice high-pitched voice declares with triumph.] Such remarkable technology... I must compliment the craftmanship of this bracelet. Though rather dull in color and design compared to someone as vibrant as I, the innovation of how it allows long distance communication amongst one another is simple beautiful.

[Oh right. Introductions. Ahem!]

You may call me Saber. Those responsible for summoning me here have made the greatest choice if they wished for prosperity. After all, I am a great architect, painter, musician, and fashionista... With my talent, I shall raise this land to surpass the glory of Mount Olympus itself! I will not ask how privileged the lot of you feel for having me as an aid. After all, 'tis not as if I had any other pressing matters to attend to where I hailed from.

Now then! While I do believe I understand the basics, I am curious to know if any further details had been acquired. If you cannot provide me with that, a self-introduction would suffice as well! Umu... After all, we are now part of the same auxilia, and should not be strangers to one another. Come now; do not be shy.

[ flicker; he's playing with the bracelet, twisting it around, so you get an eyeful of Yuri's face, thoughtful and intent, before his gaze flicks up and notices what he's started. --quick, easy grin. ]

Whoops. Just trying to -- get the hang of this thing.

[ waggles his fingers in a sort-of hello. ]

Take pity on a guy and tell me I'm not the only one still having trouble with these things?