Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
Words flickered and flowed around the gathered – spectators watching and listening, already handing out advice to some of the participants. He was not to be ignored either, and before long a woman he didn’t recognize offered her own, to which the General nodded and indulged with a small smile. “Perhaps. It would be a decent strategy.” And he wouldn’t condone them the efforts, but that wasn’t how the real world worked. “However, it also depends on the coverts’ abilities, and if I would allow such things.”Which was to clarify, essentially, that he wouldn’t.
When the two minutes were up, he gave the next round of orders, turning to the assembled seekers. “You may begin. As previously noted, you will have to do more than just linger nearby. Find them by using your wit and skills.” A few wrinkled their nose at the inclusion, but bounded off anyway, scattering amongst themselves rather than using any fundamentals as a collaborative team.
Another impression made for his mind, and any further calculations and machinations for the group. Looking upwards, simply seeing if he could spot any of the hiding foursome, he couldn’t help but snort at the picture of a very loud colored parrot settling on one of the market stalls’ roofs. “Some clearly need more help than others,” and he jutted his jaw towards the Attuned – visibly sticking and standing out in a world of white.
