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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[immamartillo]

Days 1-5

[Firo comes to the draft with two goals; number 1 being to keep Seto and Crow alive and relatively uninjured, and number 2 to keep himself in one piece. As such, he sticks close to them when he can and does his best to stay up through the night so nobody can sneak off. It's one of the benefits to immortality that he hasn't explored too much, and though he certainly feels tired he's still able to function.

For most of the day, Firo can be found fighting on the fringes of things. He knows it would be silly to try and take on too many with just a knife and his hand to hand skills. Besides, so long as his friends are alive he doesn't care about what happens to the city. As time wears on, he relies more and more on his regeneration; no point in hiding it here.]

Day 6

[While he recognizes that the other objectives are pretty important to the survival of the draftees, Firo decides to stick to helping liberate prisoners. With any technical stuff he'd probably get in the way, anyway. At this point, while the physical wear and tear is evident only in the battering of his clothes, the mental strain is taking its toll.]

Day 6

[reminded]

[Having decided to help liberate prisoners as well, Layton crosses paths with Firo eventually. He breaks off from his entourage of MSF soldiers and draftees to make a beeline for him, his metal pipe swaying in his belt loop.]

Firo! Have you been all right? [The state of the boy's clothing is hard to ignore.]

[immamartillo]

[Firo's been on edge so long that he jumps even at the familiar voice. He turns and, upon recognizing Layton, starts dragging himself over to meet him.]

Hey! You're--!

["You're the professor" is what he was going to say, but that's silly considering they both know who Layton is. He shakes his head as if to clear it.]

Me? Y-yeah. I'm fine. What about you? You been out here long?

[reminded]

I've been here and there.

[Layton gives him a covert once-over. Maiza asked him to keep an eye out for Firo, and while it's been quite a few days since the fighting began... well, better late than never.] You look like you've seen your share of skirmishes.

[immamartillo]

[He glances down at himself at Layton's comment and shrugs. There's no point in trying to disagree when he's so plainly scuffed up; the best he can do is pretend that it's no big deal.]

I guess I have. Not like you can really catch a break out here.

Have you been lookin' after yourself? Maiza told me you could hold your own, but it's still pretty rough.

[reminded]

Did he, now? [His smile is a bit tired, but it's there.] I'm alive, I suppose. The sooner we finish these objectives, the sooner we'll be done with all of this.

[He carries on with the march, not wanting to lose the entourage, and looks Firo over again curiously.] Dare I take a stab at what your weapon of choice has been?

That pun :D

[immamartillo]

[He nods and manages a weary smile in return.]

Good. And it looks like we're finally makin' progress.

[He keeps pace with Layton; it's nice to have someone with whom to talk. Loneliness isn't something Firo handles well.

At the question, he holds up his knife so Layton can see it.]

This is all I got. It's been workin' fine, but I think I'll need to sharpen it when we get back... What about you?

don't encourage such terribleness...!

[reminded]

Ah, the famed knife. [Maybe he'll finally see what all the fuss is about. He points to the short sword-length pipe hanging from his belt loop.] I just have this here.

No, it was pure beauty!

[immamartillo]

[He shrugs and lets the hand holding the knife drop back to his side. He doesn't sheath it, just in case of an ambush.]

It does its job, that's what matters.

[He raises an eyebrow at Layton's weapon. He'd expected something with a bit more finesse than a pipe--isn't this guy a professor? Though Maiza did say he was something of an adventurer too.]

Is that enough?

[reminded]

More than enough. If the detention areas are guarded -- and I can't imagine that they aren't -- then you'll soon see for yourself.

[His gaze drifts upward in recollection.] Actually, I had a blade earlier, but it snapped on a droid.

[immamartillo]

I think I might be lookin' forward to that.

[His faint smile is soon enough replaced by his mouth opening in surprise.]

Really? You know how to use stuff like that?

[reminded]

Don't act so surprised. If you can handle gunmen with a knife, then it shouldn't be a stretch of the imagination for me to be able to wave a sword around.

[immamartillo]

I-I know, I just...

[He laughs sheepishly; now that he's voicing his prejudice it just sounds silly.]

...I didn't think professors usually knew how to do stuff like that.

[reminded]

[Layton smiles, long used to that mindset.]

Professors were once young and full of energy too, you know... for the most part. In my case, it's simply an old hobby put to new use. I was on the fencing team in secondary school, you see.

[immamartillo]

[He smiles teasingly. Of course teachers and professors and all those people had normal lives, but Firo can't imagine how someone goes from fun things like swinging swords around to sitting in a dusty old office.]

Really?

[Layton's next comment does succeed in wiping the smirk off his face with surprise.]

I didn't know they did stuff like that in schools...

[Maybe he would have made at least some sort of effort to stick around.]

[reminded]

But of course. Fencing is a sport like any other. I did get the impression that it wasn't as popular across the pond, though.

[immamartillo]

I know people who use sword, but not those fencing ones... Foils?

[He shrugs; he has seen some pretty unconventional weapons so maybe fencing isn't that useless.]

They seem kinda flimsy to use in a fight.

[reminded]

I prefer the word 'graceful'. A needle might be thin and fragile, but it pierces with less effort than any cleaver. A foil is just a very big needle, really.

[immamartillo]

[He smirks; he can get Layton's point but he can't help but be mischievous.]

A needle, eh? So does that make you a seamstress?

[reminded]

Oho. I was thinking more of a doctor.

[Even he'd run from a man-sized shot.]

[immamartillo]

That might be a bit scarier. So how do you use 'em? If it's like a needle do you poke 'em with it?

[It seems to him like the blade would bend too easily; then maybe it's a slashing weapon...]

[reminded]

Precisely. The fencing foil is historically a dueling weapon, and men often dueled to the death. That's why the target area in modern foil fencing is primarily the torso. [He traces the area in question, cutting off at the shoulders and neck.] They made a point of piercing the vitals, you see.

[immamartillo]

Huh. Guess I can see how that works...

[He imitates Layton's tracing, noticing a few points where he'd aim with a knife. He nods, now sure that he can see how it works.]

Neat. I'd like to see it in action sometime--sometime that's not here, I mean.

[reminded]

I fence a bit at the Battle Dome in the morning. You're more than free to have a look in sometime... and I could always use a live opponent.

[As they near the detention area, the soldiers begin to check their arms and equipment. No sign of cultists yet, but it can't be long.]

[immamartillo]

Really? Thanks! I'm always up for a fight if you need a partner.

[His smile fades slightly as he notices the movements around them. He wipes his knife off on his sleeve and discretely tests the edge with his finger. The tiny cut that opens on his fingertip quickly seals.]