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TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

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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[After an encounter with Max in the showers and a thoroughly frustrating day spent arguing with Jack and Eugene, Zevran was heading through the barracks seeking some nonjudgmental company. When he finds Sabriel huddled in her bunk he frowns. The Lady Abhorsen seemed capable enough to him- so to see her unsettled was distressing.]

My Lady?

[Without so much as a 'hello' he pops down onto her bunk, reaching over to take her hand in his.]

What causes you distress?

[It was easier to push the thought and the memories out of her mind when there were cultists to fight, people to defend and the whole survival instinct to deal with but in the quiet of the barracks it all came rushing back to her. Touchstone wreathed in sunlight, a soft smile on his face as he reached for her...and then it would warp into something monstrous, clawing at her face and she'd jerk awake with a sob.

At Zevran's sudden presence she flinches, blinking up at him with red eyes before hastily ducking her head, her free hand wiping the tears from her cheeks in brisk motions.]

Zev- I- It's noth...

[Halfway through the motion she stops, shoulders sagging as she drops the 'I'm strong' act. Even she didn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. After a heavy sigh she curls her hand tighter around his, her eyes still lowered as she lets her other hand drop into her lap.]

...Shifter.

...

[He's ready to cut in with a teasing word, a joke, a smile, something to ease into the trouble when she simply answers. Ever pragmatic, the Lady Abhorsen. He tugs her close, loops an arm around her shoulders as he had for Max not long ago, and gives her a squeeze.]

What did you see?

[From the way he simply pulls her in Sabriel gets the feeling that Zevran's knows exactly what kind of Shifter she meant. Closing her eyes she leans into the offered comfort, the warmth of his patient embrace as she loops her arm around his waist in return.]

Home. Touchstone. We were together and...we were free.

I think I fear whatever it is they might show us more than I fear having to make my escape.

[He doesn't know what he might see. Doesn't like the idea that his world could be twisted and changed in but a heartbeat by some creature he intends to kill.]

Clearly this means we must find you a gentleman once this is all over.

Even if it means having to kill someone who looks, sounds, and acts all too much like the person you love?

[Her voice is hollow, haunted when she says it. She can still see him there on the grass in front of the house, looking happier and lighter than she'd ever seen him, seen the pain in his eyes when Helios had finally managed to convince her that it was all a lie.]

It's been a year since I last saw him. After that Shift back in the village I don't...I love him. I miss him so much but...

[Knowing that they'd be together in the future only did so much to soothe her loneliness.]

If there was every someone that might do that without much complaint, would it not be an assassin?

[He'll not get into the tale with her. Not now. Not like this. Better to play it off as him being cold. As if he has no heart in him to break. It's easier on both of them, that way.]

You have needs. Desires. You wish for comfort and the memory of a man cannot offer much.

[She dips her head a little at that, resting it briefly against his shoulder. That's right...he killed for a living. Death to him did not mean the same as it did for her. Then again to be fair, Death to her did not mean the same thing as it did for most people. Right now she did not want to think about it that much, not when the deaths of cultists and enclosure folk alike seeped through the walls of the building like cold punches in her gut. It was easy to ignore the feeling when she was in battle, but in the quiet of the night when mostly everything was still it kept her awake. Quietly she nods, giving Zevran a gentle squeeze as she sighs.]

The Shift in the village saw to that. It doesn't have to be much but I miss...I miss having a companion I can trust completely. Someone that knows me, balances me.

Any other day and I might offer myself over but...I think.

[He isn't certain, and his hand dips down to a small pouch on his belt. Matching, bejeweled, bespelled earrings nestled safely there.]

Perhaps I am not able to offer my company so freely any longer. But I will be more than happy to help you find someone that will treat you well.

Just speaking to me like this is enough Zevran, I couldn't ask you for more.

[Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try and find someone in Luceti...nevermind the fact that most of her male friends were 1) homosexual and 2) older than her. His offer draws a faint smile from her and she nods, idly thinking back to something he told her when they had first met (awkward as it had been what with him half naked in her bed and all).]

I'd appreciate that. And...may I call you Zev?

You certainly could- I simply might have to decline.

[He huffs a soft laugh, hoping to imbue some cheer in so dour and weary a woman. The question gives him a moment's pause- she is a woman he knows, a woman he teases, and a fascinating lady. But a close friend? Another attachment? Yet more sentiment?

Why not?]

Of course, Sabriel.

If I already know the answer then I won't ask.

[It's such a small thing but that little bit of confirmation draws a soft, fragile smile to her lips. She doesn't lift her head but surely Zevran can hear the subtle change in her voice when she replies.]

Thank you.

You are most welcome, Nota Bella.

[Sabriel tilts her head a little at those last few words.]

That sounds pretty...what does it mean?

Beautiful note. I remember that entrancing whistle very well- and your voice is very musical.

[She winces a little at that, more from shame of the memory than any pain.]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that to you.

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