TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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Days 2 - 6

[thisismylife]

[28th - 31st: Days 2-5]
[Artemis isn't sure what to expect with this Draft thing, and falling asleep the night before deployment is harder than it should have been. Which is why when the alarms go off in the middle of the night, it feels as though she's just fallen asleep and it takes her longer to clear the groggy disorientation to realize that something's really wrong.

Once she's on her feet, she joins in the fighting. She's dressed in her uniform, equipped with her bows. Usually she sticks to high vantage points when she can, keeping herself up and out of the thickest of the fighting. Although sometimes the fighting comes to her and while she does her best to stock up, she still has to make several trips during the day to restock on arrows, although she retrieves ones she finds as she can. She uses this as an excuse to catch some sleep and food as she can, checking in on news about what's happening elsewhere. She's not new to fighting, but this is far beyond her realm of experience, the constant struggle, the threat of attackers dropping down at any time, with no real lasting safety to be found.

Still, she does her best, keeping ranged when she can, fighting hand-to-hand when she can't, sometimes calling on every skill and trick she knows to evade the swarms of Cultists. When the Droids show up, she does venture out with a few groups to hunt down the Shifters controlling them and it's a little easier to go shooting at robots than it is the seemingly suicidal Cultists. It only takes one near-death experience to realize that these guys weren't pulling any of their punches and after that, she doesn't either, taking them down with a grim determination born from knowing if one of them was going to die, she didn't want it being her.]


[1st: Day 6]
[By the sixth day, she's drained and exhausted and wishing more than anything for the boring uneventful month she'd spent in the village. She wasn't going to be taking that for granted again any time soon. But they had orders today and it's an easy pick for Artemis to decide where she's headed. The mention of the detention centers scattered throughout the other garrisons are a place she can do some good, help people. And while she's not exactly having a crisis of conscience over the actions she's had to take over the past five days, the idea of being able to save people instead of just destroy them appeals to her.]

Day 2

[markofthewise]

The chaos of the first wave has settled and though the city still has cultists lurking about, there's a chance to breathe again. That's when Sokka, with his own look, catches sight of a girl in green with a familiar looking bow up on a nearby roof. The mask covers here face, but it's not really that hard to take a shot in the dark at who he's looking at. So he makes his way to the top, not exactly being quiet as he does (best not to surprise a fighter). He offers a friendly wave as he reaches the top.

"Artemis? That you?"

Re: Day 2

[thisismylife]

She eases back on her bow before diverting her attention, most of her targets having retreated out of her range for the moment. Not that she expected that to last for long. They were determined, for crazy people. Things. Whatever they were. Artemis glances towards the sound of that familiar voice with a relieved smile, then stops and blinks, eying Sokka with mingled confusion and amusement.

"Shouldn't that be my line? Nice makeup job, by the way. You might have used a tad too much eyeliner though."

Day 2

[markofthewise]

He frowned. "Hilarious."

Sokka moved to the edge of the building, planting a foot on the ledge as he looked down. It wasn't that high up, but it was a pretty decent vantage point at least. He could see himself staying up here to pick cultists off.

"It's face paint. It's a warrior thing."

Re: Day 2

[thisismylife]

"Uh-huh." She made an agreeable noise and squinted at it, giving it a closer inspection. "I admit. I'm totally intimidated right now."

When he moved up to the edge of the building, she flopped down on the roof, keeping her balance with ease. She tugged on her quiver, checking her supplies and how well she was stocked. She'd done pretty well so far, but if the Cultists kept coming like they had been, she was going to have to go restock at some point. At the moment though, she was still good.

"Looks like we chased 'em off for a little bit." Maybe that was wishful thinking on her part. "Guess we're not getting that camping trip after all."

Day 2

[markofthewise]

They'd be back, he was sure of it. This was all familiar territory to him, after all. The cultists came, did their damage, and then waited to replenish their numbers for a second wave. He was just waiting for it to happen.

"They'll be back. They're crazy, but I don't think they would raid this place for no reason."

Day 4

[xenamorphs]

[You may have noticed an eagle flying around attacking some of the airborne cultists. It's about all she's got that can keep up with them in the air. Unfortunately, it's not really equipped for fighting.

So it's probably no surprise that she gets taken out pretty quickly. One broken, bloodied eagle just landed a few feet from your perch. What do?]

Re: Day 4

[thisismylife]

[She'd been watching the bird - it had surprised her, to see a bald eagle here, in another world, where she wasn't entirely certain they should exist. But it hadn't taken her long to figure out that it wasn't your typical bird. She didn't know what it was - magic, a pet, an illusion, a shapeshifter, but she absently kept an eye on it as it soared overhead. At least until the next wave of Cultists were incoming and then it was all she could do to keep up, sending arrow after arrow into the crowd.

Still, it's impossible to miss the high shriek of the bird as it plummets and it snaps Artemis out of her focus, lifting her gaze to follow its swift descent. Not at all controlled and she winces with the impact as it lands.

Artemis casts an assessing glance at where the Cultists are embroiled in fighting before launching herself out of her hiding spot. She didn't know who or what the bird was, but she didn't want their attackers finding out either.

She lands with a crouch beside the eagle, dropping her bow for the moment because she has a feeling she'll need her hands. Except she doesn't know where to touch, has no idea what to do with an injured bird and she curses softly, wondering if its safe to pick it up.]

Uh. Look. I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm gonna try to get you back to the healers, alright? Just... try not to peck me to death, yeah?

Day 4

[xenamorphs]

[Oh. Oh wow. That was pretty painful. Yeah, that was definitely, uh...

Wait.

That girl was talking. Oh, crap, what was she saying? It was tough to tell, on account of all the...

Something about healers.

Wait. No. Not healers. Don't need a healer. Demorph. Gotta demorph.

After a few moments, she finally gets her head together enough to actually tell Artemis that, a voice speaking directly into her mind.]

-No. No healer. Just watch my back. Need to demorph.-

[... Man, you'd think by now she'd be used to demorphing after a seriously traumatic injury like this, but somehow it never got any easier.]

Re: Day 4

[thisismylife]

[Artemis jolts a little at the voice in her mind, drawing her hands back in surprise because okay, apparently there are telepathic birds here, who knew? She had no idea what demorphing was, but the watching her back was easy enough.]

Uhh. Sure thing. I'll cover you. You do your... whatever it is you need to do.

[Which she hoped didn't take too long, because they were too much in the open here for Artemis’s liking. Still, she readied a shot just in case, keeping an eye on the direction their attackers were most likely to come from.]

Day 4

[xenamorph]

[Oh, she is all too aware of how vulnerable she is right now. Unfortunately, demorphing is always hard when you're this badly wounded. Every impulse is to just curl up and pass out from the trauma.

Still, this isn't her first time on this particular ride, and finally, she begins demorphing.

It's gross. Her broken, crushed torso seems to inflate. Feathers shrink into her skin. Her legs sprout into full human legs, her wings into human arms. It's never a smooth, graceful transition, but after one stomach-turning spectacle that looks much more painful than it is, a teenage girl in a leotard and tights is lying on the ground, looking tired but entirely uninjured.]

"Thanks for that."

[Now if she can just drag herself back to her feet.]

Day 3

[stillplaying]

[She had noticed the other girl stopping to occasionally pick arrows from dead cultists. It had been hard to miss her green uniform and blonde hair, especially when Katniss had had her sight set on the same group of bodies. Her own quiver was nearly half empty - time, she thought, to scavenge again to prevent needing to go all the way back to the garrison for new supplies.

But while it had been the girl and the arrows to initially attract her attention, it had been attention quickly captured by a cultist approaching the girl. She waited a second or two to see if the other girl noticed before reaching back for an arrow from her quiver. It might have been a year since she last had a chance to use the Mockingjay bow in battle, but it had felt much more like yesterday.

A couple of more seconds pass as she aims, pulls back the string, and lets an arrow fly right into the eye of the nearby cultist.]

Re: Day 3

[thisismylife]

[She senses the cultists the same time she hears the familiar sound of an arrow being released. For a moment, she's confused, her instincts having her reacting and drawing her crossbow - better at short range and already loaded. But the Cultists drops a few feet away, an arrow imbedded in his eye.

Artemis blinks at him a moment, then lifts her gaze, searching for the source, her crossbow still braced and ready in her hand.]

Day 3

[stillplaying]

[In a brief salute, Katniss holds up her own long bow and nods. A small smile plays at her lips, pleased that she was able to show off to another archer. Even if it is an archer she doesn't know.

She walks over to the corpse and places her booted foot on top before she pulls out the arrow.]

Re: Day 3

[thisismylife]

[She spots the other girl with relative ease, still looking a little surprised. But then she grins and bends to retrieve her own arrow, tucking it away in her quiver.]

Thanks for that. I'm not sure I could have gotten that shot off in time.

[stillplaying]

You're welcome.

[She answered neutrally as she wiped the blood on the thigh of her trousers before placing it back in the quiver. Though she had been watching the girl, she still couldn't accurately determine the speed of a crossbow. If it had been the other way around, she wouldn't have gotten the shot fired from her bow in time.]

It's hard to keep your eye on all of them.

Day 4

[pendantry]

[A large bird swoops in on a fight between Artemis and the droids, sending a triad of large fireballs directly at one of them. When another construct takes a swing at her, she turns sharply to the left, kicking out with a taloned foot and barely missing the side of a building; feathers sheared from her side flutter to the ground.

She'll come around again to offer more fiery help, unaware of the cultist aiming a crossbow in her direction.]

Re: Day 4

[thisismylife]

[Apparently this is the day for Artemis to have unexpected encounters with strange birds. That's two now. She ducks out of instinct when something huge swoops overhead and one of the cultists to her left bursts into flames, staggering away with an inhuman cry. She doesn't have time to stare - as much as she wants to. Instead, she continues what she'd been doing before, attempting to take down the Shifter controlling the droids, in the midsts of dodging robots and cultists alike.

It was even trickier than it sounded, and Artemis' head ached from a blow she'd taken from one of the droids when she hadn't been fast enough in dodging.

She swipes out with her bow, knocking aside a cultists that had gotten too close. He staggered and dropped and that's when she saw him, the cultitst with his crossbow aimed at the sky - supposedly at whatever had set his companion on fire a few moments before.]

Oh, no you don't.

[Artemis's expression is grimly determined and she looses an arrow before he can even finish aiming, the shaft burying itself in his throat with unerring accuracy.]

Day 4

[pendantry]

[Good thing too; the phoenix focuses on an entirely different enemy, taking her down in another burst of flame. Then she lands, as if breathless, trying to skirt behind a convenient building in order to change back.

It doesn't quite work out; a blast of some kind sends dirt and debris flying not far away, and the shock of it knocks the bird back against the wall - unhurt, but really dazed.]

Re: Day 4

[thisismylife]

[She sees the bird drop nearby and she's moving, taking out cultists with well-aimed blows and kicks as she goes, occasionally sending a bolt or an arrow into ones just out of reach. The explosion is a little too close for comfort but the cultists she'd been fighting takes the worst of it, collapsing from it after inadvertently serving as a shield. She coughs, rubbing dust from her watering eyes, and catches sight of the bird close by.

She rolls, coming up in a defensive crouch in front of the strange bird, her bow ready as she squints into the thick air, her visibility still gone in the aftermath of the explosion. She doesn't know if the bird can hear or understand her, but she tries anyway.]

Hey! Are you okay?

Day 4

[pendantry]

[Raven's soft and dizzy agreement sound might not be audible above the din of fighters reacting tot he blast. Whose attack was that?

When the dust settles somewhat, Raven is standing again and shaking her head to clear it. Everything feels sort of percussed.]

I think so.

Day 5

[endgames]

[So Shifter hunting has been a thing for him these last two days. The Malnosso brought out their beasties on loan in the morning to speed up the process. And in this instance? Shikamaru hasn't had the animal for a minute before the shift hunter takes off across the battlefield, hot on the trail of something.]

Re: Day 5

[thisismylife]

[They'd come out of nowhere.

One moment she'd been scavenging for arrows in the lull between skirmishes and the next there was a patrol of droids stepping out of a hidden alleyway, practically on top of her. Her quiver was still barely halfway full, but Artemis dodged backwards, fitting one in her bow and aiming it at the nearest one.

She cursed when it did nothing but bounce harmlessly off the metal plating. Her normal arrows were no good against these robots, but she'd run out of specially-tipped ones early in the morning while fighting these patrols. Unless she found the shifter controlling them, this was going to be messy.]

[endgames]

[They have to be getting closer, judging by the surge of activity the animal takes him through. Droids here, the cultists ahead. But which one...?

Darting past an alley, he suddenly stops and twists back catching sight of a blonde ponytail. Ino?

Second glance makes that big fat no, but an ally is an ally even if they haven't met. Kneeling, he barks at the shift hunter before it can get too far ahead of him.] Stay!

[That was probably loud enough to get the attention of the droids too.]

[thisismylife]

[She hears a voice, but can't spare the attention to look for the source. She ducks, putting her weight behind the move as she flips the droid that had just tried to grab her over one shoulder. She lifts and shoves, using its momentum to her advantage, and sends it crashing into two others closing in, sending all three crashing down in a metal heap.

Another one's already there to take their place however and she's not fast enough to block the blow that crashes down on her shoulders from behind, sending her sprawling to hands and knees and knocking the wind from her lungs. Damn, the things packed a punch.]