[1-3] The Nose

[Amaterasu]

Fiara grunted and turned around on her heel, ignoring the looks of a handful of people from their group, and walked around the site once to get a feel for it before she rallied those who didn't have orders yet and began directing them to the best of her ability, which admittedly wasn't much. She was used to solitary work, not teamwork, much less leading a group.

While the being that she presumed to be a Plaguelord was... well, he was what he was, she couldn't deny that he was treating everyone very differently than a Plaguelord would - no attempts to spread the plagues carried in his body, no causing chaos, no random attacks. Quite the opposite, he was proving himself to be a leader - could it be that he'd been a general sometime in the past? She'd expected him to attack after her straightforward provocation, instead he'd let it pass like nothing. It'd made her blood boil, but she'd realized that it wouldn't do her any good. Quite the opposite.

Now, for the task that he had assigned her... direct the others, get a perimeter established, build some form of roof over their heads if at all possible. She shot one more glance at... the red-skinned individual named Vision had referred to him as Mister Paleblood or some such - then turned back to the now gathered group before her, and clapped her hands. "Alright, everyone, listen up. Our... provisoric leader is patrolling the perimeter. Don't venture beyond where we can clearly see you and you can see us. If you can, stay away from the trees. Only move in groups of at least two. If you don't follow those rules and venture out, the rest of us won't be able to guarantee your safety." She paused for a moment, looking over the group. "We don't know what's out there, so we can't risk rushing in to save you if you get in trouble. You're responsable for your own safety first and foremost. We're all adults here." She didn't exclude herself from that, despite being underage by human standarts.

"If you hear, see, smell, feel something, anything that you feel is unusual, give a warning and don't panic. So long as you keep a level head we'll get through this, alive and well.
Now for the actual tasks... let's see. You four, you'll be the wreckage team. Go help Vision and Wright with gathering materials. Bring back whatever large flat metal plates you can find, anything you think will be fit for a roof and walls.
You three, go find some solid rocks and use them to fashion some spears out of the wreckage pieces. Arm yourselves but don't throw the rocks away when you're done, bring them along. When you have your spears, come back here to me. I want everyone prepared for battle before nightfall. "

This left her with seven unassigned individuals. She looked over the group, people looking up at her expectantly, some wanting her to lead them, to aid them in these times, others were visibly unhappy about the idea of some kid bossing them around. She sighed and took a moment to think while the remaining secondaries looked up at her.

"Okay... I have to entrust those of you that remain with the risky, but also important tasks. You'll be our gathering team. I'll need you to gather wood, stone and anything you find that may be edible. Stay as close as you can to Mister Paleblood, follow his patrol pattern and make sure to always stay within plain view of the clearing. Don't sample anything even if you're certain that it's edible. In fact... right, I know. You three, you'll be our food gathering team. Go to the wreckage and try to fashion some protection for your hands with the tissue from the seats. Try to rip the tissue off in one piece and make gloves to cover your hands so you can touch the plants without getting stung. From there focus on gathering berries, fruit, roots etcetera using your gloves. You get your weapons last, after everyone else is armed. Stick with someone who has one already. Use whatever you find to gather all you can then bring it back to the clearing. Lastly... if anyone hears running water or the sea, which I doubt we are anywhere near of right now, be sure to inform someone. That would be- no, wait. You."

She pointed at one man who wore a particular uniform designating him as the Co-Pilot. "I entrust you with the most important task... get on the cockpit, or what's left of it anyway, and try to send a cry for help. If you can reach where we began flying, that's great. If not, try to reach the group from the rest of the wreckage, if there are any survivors."
Of course there were gonna be. There had to be.

"That's all. Any issues or questions, speak to one of us. And remember, we all want to make it out alive and bring back everyone we can with us, so we'll have to work together. So even if you weren't particularly fond of the idea of working with any of our volunteer group, please do overcome that for a while... thank you."

Everyone left to their assigned jobs, though not all obliged immediately and without grumbling. Fiara stepped away from the spot she'd given her orders from and looked around until she was certain that everyone was at least half-heartedly doing their jobs. At least that was something. Doesn't mean that they'd recognize her as their... leader or anything, but they understood the necessity of her orders. Better than nothing.