Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

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

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Day 1

[stilldontgotit]

[As soon as the arm comes off, Riku leaps into action. His Keyblade whirls through the air, striking one of the cultists from behind.

Under normal circumstances, Riku would've moved in for another attack, but seeing Firo's arm squirm like that leaves him with a sick, twisting feeling in his stomach, and he averts his eyes for a moment. That momentary pause gives just enough time for the cultist to spring back into action, and he's forced to throw up his weapon to defend.]

You know, I think we just ticked them off.

[Then again, when aren't cultists seething with rage? Of course they're not gonna hold back.]

Day 1

[foundafamily]

[Sorry about that, man. Firo notices Riku look away but doesn't realize the reason for it; he's about to snap at him to pay attention when the cultists move in to attack.

Firo jumps back and kicks out at one of them, not to wound, but to keep it at bay so he can catch his breath.]

Good. Maybe if they're mad they'll get even dumber.

[Not that they're stupid in the first place, but in the heat of battle Firo isn't good at insults.]

[stilldontgotit]

Well, we'll just have to keep our hopes up.

[He snickers, slashing one of the soldiers across the chest.]

Or I could nail some of these guys with some Confuse spells. That ought to even the odds.

[At least then they'd end up beating each other down instead of them. That'd buy the two some time to do real damage.]

[foundafamily]

Spells? You don't look like a witch--

[A cultist spear wooshes by his ear and Firo barely has time to parry. The proximity's uncomfortable even for an immortal.]

--but if you can do it, go ahead!

[stilldontgotit]

Never said I was.

[Ack, leave it to cultists to make things difficult. Well, might as well get this over with. Tightening his hold on his weapon, Riku thrusts his Keyblade over his head. Whirling, white energy bursts out around him, striking any cultists within proximity. Should the spell connect, they'll get caught in a daze and start flailing around like idiots.]

[foundafamily]

[Even after living in Luceti Firo years, Firo's remained stubbornly skeptical of magic. Sure, he's finally gotten around to admitting it exists, but that doesn't mean he believes everyone who says they can do it. Thus he's a little surprised to see Riku's spell actually do something so plainly.]

Jesus-! Where'd you learn how to do that?

[As he waits for his answer, Firo darts forward to slash at the arms of the nearest cultist, disarming it while it's confused.]

[stilldontgotit]

It's a trick I picked up from one of my Dream Eaters.

[He pauses to duck and roll beneath a swooping cultist, but rather than merely sliding across the ground, his body melts into the shadows for a split-second, then reappears a few feet away.]

So what about you? That guy sliced your arm off, and here you are, good as new. Even my magic can't mend bodies like that.

[foundafamily]

[Even preoccupied with dodging an incoming attack, Firo glimpses those shadows. Yeah, he's going to have to ask about that later. He kicks a cultist in the knee and tries to yank its spear away.

He's tried to keep it a secret for a while, but there's nothing he can do now...]

Ever heard of the elixir of immortality?

[stilldontgotit]

[Elixir of immortality? Huh, that's a new one, but before Riku gets a chance to respond, he twirls around, blasting bright blue flames from his Keyblade.]

Well, I've heard stories about a fountain of youth. Is it anything like that?

[foundafamily]

Not quite.

[He pauses to wrestle the spear away with one decisive twist, then plants it in the ground for the cultist to run into it.]

This was made by somebody.

[stilldontgotit]

Huh, like some kind of scientist?

[He whistles when the cultist trips over the spear, flinging his weapon through the air like a boomerang. It strikes another soldier in the chest, slamming them against the wall of a building.]

[foundafamily]

Sorta. He was an alchemist, if you ever heard a' that.

[He sidesteps and incoming attack and sends the cultist to the ground with a quick elbow.]

And a crazy bastard.

[stilldontgotit]

Aren't most scientists?

[Heh, talk about some fancy footwork. Grinning, he performs another Dark Roll, slashing across a soldier's chest.]

But let me guess: you took some of that elixir, and now you've got magical, reattaching limbs.

[Maybe a silly way to put it, but hey, it's a neat trick. Riku could definitely see the perks in it.]

[foundafamily]

[Firo smiles at Riku, glancing just long enough to see that move. Definitely asking about this stuff later.]

Don't know enough to tell. But I'd believe it.

[Szilard had enough crazy for a few people. Firo can't remember much about the other alchemists thanks to Szilard deeming them too unimportant to remember.

He stumbles back to dodge an incoming slash.]

Yeah. Not just limbs, though I hope I don't get the chance to prove that to you.

[Regenerating is super cool to Firo, but he's a-okay without the pain of getting hurt in the first place.]

[stilldontgotit]

Yeah, you and me both. Not saying I've got a weak stomach or anything, but that's still gotta hurt.

[Hmm, what to do next? When two more attackers dive in, Riku thrusts his weapon up towards the sky. A swelling sphere of anti gravity materializes over his head, sucking in the two cultists and throwing them around. The good news? It only seems to affect enemies, meaning Firo has nothing to worry about.]

[foundafamily]

Oh, you bet it--

[He doesn't finish his sentence when he sees the two cultists getting tossed around by that... thing. Whatever it is. He has a moment of panic as he wonders if it's going to mess with him, too.]

What the hell is that?!

[stilldontgotit]

Just an anti-gravity spell. Don't worry-- it won't grab either of us.

[And while the enemies whirl around, he'll bounce up, bashing one of the cultists in the back.]

C'mon, if we hit them enough times, they'll wind up dazed once they hit the floor.

[foundafamily]

[Firo shakes his head as he knocks one of the cultists in the back of the head with his knife hilt.]

It'll be easier in the long run to just take 'em out completely.

[stilldontgotit]

Well, I could just drop some meteors on them and call it a day.

[That's more a warning than anything-- after all, the last thing he wants is to freak him out.]

How long do you plan on keeping at this?

[There's always the option to clean up and bail, but hey. Some people prefer to fight until they drop.]

[foundafamily]

Wait, you can actually do that?

[He glances over at Riku as he blocks a cultist's strike.]

And I'm gonna keep at it until they're all on the ground.

[He knows it's not the best idea, but, hey, he has some revenge to get.]

[stilldontgotit]

Yep. The downside's that it'll probably wreck more than just those cultists...

[He squeezes his Keyblade, eyes narrowing.]

But if you want to wrap things up, I can give it a shot. Otherwise, I'll just stick to the basics.

[foundafamily]

Don't. The other people around us would get pissed off if we risked their lives too.

[No matter how much control Riku may have, the risk isn't worth it. In the heat of battle, anyone can slip up. Plus, Firo doesn't want to find out what it's like to be crushed by a meteor.]

[stilldontgotit]

Got it. Guess I'll just have to--

[Whoa! Hold that thought. For a second, Riku forgot that these guys can use Filial magic, and so he's forced to block with his Keyblade, then roll to the side.]

Okay, new plan. If I can't blow these guys up, I can at least try to freeze them for a while. You up for a couple winged punching bags?

[foundafamily]

[He can't help but smile at that suggestion.]

You bet I am.

[He stands back to give Riku space to do whatever it is he needs to do.]

[stilldontgotit]

Then you might want to stand back.

[Grinning, he kicks into the air, slashing across a nearby cultist and then... disappears, for a split-second. The cultist stiffens like a statue and Riku reappears, delivering another slash. He across one cultist, then the next, until a whole flock of them are hanging suspended in midair, like giant, feathery targets.

When Riku lands, he takes a deep breath, brushes his hands together, and steps aside, giving Firo room to strike.]

Okay. They're all yours.