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Who: Everyone in the mansion (minus residents and mirror-folk)
Where The cave by the beach
When: Sunday July 26, noon
Rating: PG-13 ... I think some people have potty mouths
Summary: Haru called a meeting together to plan for the war. Let's see what happens

the Story:

Haruhi really wasn't sure if this was going to work, and she hadn't told Patcy or Yori that she was going to do this. Nor Dean. The later would probably yell at her for getting in over her head, but really, they were all in over their head the moment they came here. She and Vexin were two of the people who had been here the longest. It was up to them to spread what they knew and organize things ... and Vexin seemed to be missing recently. So that left things up to her. She supposed she was alright with managing things. She would have rather Kyouya-sempai were here though. He did manage things back home, and seemed to enjoy doing it well enough. Things would have been managed much better if he were here.

As it was, she was sitting with her boots scrunched int he sand and her knees brought up to make a sort of table. Her tote-bag sat next to her with the top open and her little notebook siting in her lap. There was writing all over the pages that sat in front of her and she was still adding to it. Battle plans and likely ways to get around the Queen and her mirror minions.

Evrey so often she'd poke her head out of the cave to see if anyone was going to show up, take a bite from the packed lunch she had brought along, or a sip from the drink. She really hoped this was going to go well.

(ooc: The nitty gritty planning thread is down hyear, but you can make intro posts and comment to prople and interact and stuff too. In fact, please do~)

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Dean blinked and cocked his eyebrows. "You recruited people here for an army?" Who in their right mind would serve one of the "countries"? The only one he'd met that wasn't buckets of crazy was Hungary and perhaps Austria if he didn't have such a stick up his ass. "Who's in this "army" of yours?" If it was anyone worthwhile Dean considered joining. He'd been trained by an ex Marine with additional "special forces" education in the paranormal.

At Haruhi's comment he looked at her and then nodded his agreement, squaring his shoulders. "She's got a point. Teamwork would be best here. This isn't an action movie."

"Of course I do! I've had the other countries as my support countless times!" Obviously, America was missing the point. His arms folded and he blinked at Haruhi, wondering what he meant by that.

And then Dean spoke, and he tilted his head inquisitively. "Well.. yeah. So are the other nations." He considered briefly. "Umm.. Beast Boy, Othello and Sam." Yes, Dean. Your brother is helping the crazy. And yes, Othello, you're counted in on this.

"I know this isn't an action movie." He huffed. Seriously, did everyone have to treat him like he was still 13 colonies old? "I'm just saying, I'm probably the strongest one here. I could still shoot if I had to, but multitasking that much would throw off my aim."

Haru closed her eyes and let out a few breaths. This "America' didn't seem to understand anything at all. He was acting like a child who wanted the toys to do exactly what he wanted. These weren't toys and this wasn't a game. She was getting slowly and increasingly angrier at him. "This isn't about support. You have to work together in order for this to work. We need to rescue Alice, not play hero. If you can't understand that then you can leave right now."

Her face was set in a frown and her eyes looked hard. She was angry. Angry that someone could treat someone's life so cheaply as to act this way about it. She thought better of America when he had started talking. Now she wasn't even sure she wanted him involved at all.

America blinked with confusion at the reaction he got. He had no idea what he said wrong; he was merely offering his help by stating facts. He was strong. He wasn't human, so he could definitely take more damage than one. And yet.. Haruhi was intent on getting angry with him for.. whatever reason.

He only had the best intentions to help, and she was mad at him. For what? For wanting to help? So now he's pouting, though not as much as he usually did. Dealing with Haruhi was turning into dealing with England..

"Sorry." He stated quietly, though he was merely saying it for apparently invoking Haruhi's wrath. In his mind he did nothing wrong. "I just.. want to help."

Dean shook his head and sighed and then raised his hands and did a clearing of the air type motion. "Look. America is a freakin strong nation...YOU are a really strong nation...We understand that...But the Queen doesn't play fair and we'd hate to lose you to her side...which is probably exactly what she wants...We need your strength as part of the whole here...And I can't believe you recruited Sam...That's a first..." He paused in disbelief for a moment before continuing. "I think it might be wise to evaluate our assests here. What can everyone do?" He knew he was asking for America to sing his praises again.

Though she'd pulled out of the conversation as soon as America had spoken, Rizelle was still paying close attention to what was being said. She wasn't much for talk unless she had anything vital to contribute to the conversation. And finally Dean had given her a reason to butt in on the talk.

"I can use my spiders as scouts; I see and hear what they see and hear, and I can communicate through them to people that they might be situated close to." She stated this plainly, even as she revealed the full purpose of her spiders. "I....am also able to use them to control other people, though I've admittedly not used this since I came here and I've never used it on anyone more powerful than a regular person." Awkward though it sounded to her, it was the truth.

At least Dean understood him. Then again, he would since Dean was American. Still, he nodded in response and listened to Rizelle speak and.. ewww.. spiders.

He glanced to Haruhi, willing to wait for 'permission' to keep the dictator happy. And yeah, he's not liking the whole 'order him around' thing.. only he can do that. He's definitely not dropping out now because this group needed him.

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