Mass-Interaction in Desset

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Who: Draftees.
What: FIGHT FOR YOUR LIVES... or wander around. idfk.
When: Anytime this week.
Where: Desset City
Summary: Mass-interaction post in the city for the poor souls who've been drafted.
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R.

[With permission from the mods, I've gone ahead and put up this... post... for everyone who was interested in actually threading in the city. You can either prose or write in first-person; totally up to you. Actually threading a fight with the Third Party is also optional. Just keep in mind that if you do you'll have to be the one controlling the enemy's actions and whatnot. If you're not sure how to go about that, just remember the information they've provided us with. They're not very tough, but if you still need an idea with how they fight, just read up on this a bit. Please do remember that the enemies we're fighting are weaker compared to the ones previously fought, though. |D;

But yeah. Mass-interaction, guys. YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.]

Comments

[chikaidestroyer]

You still have arrows, at least? [Not that Ted was likely to have used them if he had been running.] We will likely be out here for awhile longer. [...An understatement; he's still got at least nine hours before he'll be recalled to rest.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[He nods, showing him his quiver. He had used some at a few points, hence there was an obvious space where some arrows could have occupied, but otherwise it was mostly full.]

It's a little more quiet on the field than I would have expected though. [Considering they were supposed to be up against 200 enemies. He stretches his leg experimentally, trying to see if it still hurts. He lets a little hum of approval when he didn't feel any pain, just a bit of stiffness.]

[chikaidestroyer]

It's a very large city. We're used to 400 residents in the confines of the village. [He gestures vaguely.] It isn't anything like how we usually fight our battles.

I can't say that I like it.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't doubt it. You're used to something more large-scaled, I take it?

It probably doesn't help that people basically scattered themselves all over the place either. [No organization whatsoever. Not that he did any better getting lost though.] No plans, no formation... This isn't any different from going out on the field to fight monsters. [Only they weren't really monsters.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[dryly] Much more large-scaled.

The Malnosso don't make it any easier for us, since we aren't being recalled or sent out at the same time. I haven't returned to our quarters until long after nightfall. [pause] Have you noticed any patterns yourself?

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Not much, to be honest, aside from the fact that I normally get back to the quarters by midnight. [He looks around for a moment, habit mostly, trying to see if there were any nearby enemies.]

We should probably move to a less visible area.

[chikaidestroyer]

[He files away that information until he can talk to other draftees, then follows Ted's gaze.]

Indeed. We're already more visible than necessary. [...A pointed look at the giant owl.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

... Couldn't you leave him behind?

[chikaidestroyer]

I could. He provides decent transportation at times. [Another wry look as he considers what Ted is saying.] ...Yes, we can certainly leave him behind. [If the bird doesn't try to follow.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Not now. [Since they were all out here, and he supposed the owl was an ally.] I was thinking he might be safer in the quarters at least, but if he can be used for transportation... I suppose it's a good reason as any here. [Definitely not a bad reason to bring him around at least.]

[chikaidestroyer]

I suppose if we did not need live steeds, we could do without the owl. But as it is, this isn't the time to learn how to use a "jeep." [Referring to Derek's relatively large vehicle.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

... A what?

[chikaidestroyer]

That metal contraption that somewhat resembled a wagon. [He gestures vaguely, not knowing how else to describe it.] Probably more efficient transportation, but it's technology we don't know of.

[He stops talking as he sees shadows overhead.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Ted would have complained about these weird contraptions other worlds possess (like that stupid movie which was actually a television with a dvd set he didn't know how to use anyway) when he notices Albert looking away. He turns to the direction he's looking at, trying to see what was wrong.]

[chikaidestroyer]

...Turn down your light. [Albert turns over the sunstone he's carrying in a hurry, shoving it in one of his pockets. He keeps his voice hushed.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Ted quickly turns the flashlight off, trying to adjust his eyes in the dark as much as he could.] What is it?

[chikaidestroyer]

[The owl clacks a comment about "flying not-foods." Albert tries to shut up the bird by pressing its wing before speaking.] ...Cultists.

[Up above, a light shines. And then another. And another.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[That pretty much sums it up. Ted readies his bow almost instantly, one hand holding an arrow from his quiver, ready to pull it out and shoot should they need to fight. Damn, here he was hoping he had avoided them too.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert isn't all that sure what to do. Now that they've suppressed their own lights, their field of vision is limited. But they can definitely see the Third Party troops overhead.]

...We should quietly find cover. I don't think they see us yet.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan. [His voice is hushed, his attention quickly turning from the troops to their surroundings. A small area nearby catches his attention, hidden enough not to be seen overhead for now, at least, from what he can make out from the very limited lighting.] How about that one?

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert nods, though it might be difficult to see in the dark.] Let's go.

[Unfortunately, even as he's moving towards the shelter, Albert can hear the scrape and creak of metal.

It sounds close. And very heavy.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

[Ted frowned at the sound, trying not to look around as much as he wants to in order to pinpoint where exactly they're coming from. He has a feeling their vision is a lot better than theirs right now, and the moment he starts looking around might just be the moment they strike.]

[chikaidestroyer]

["Strike" is definitely the word to use in this case. The ground underneath them abruptly rises up, twisted metal shooting through the concrete and up about three feet.

Albert stumbles backwards with a hiss, and it's only through some small miracle that he doesn't trip over the cracked concrete.]

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Albert! [He was about to help him when the flap of wings catches his attention. Did they spot them already?

Damn, would going for cover even help now?] Are you okay?

[chikaidestroyer]

Fine. Don't raise your voice. [His voice is sharp as he tries to regain his footing in the semidarkness. He looks up at the lights overhead, noticing them growing larger and brighter as the cultists descended.]

We need to get out of here. [He reached out to feel along the metal spires, working his away around them to continue in the direction Ted had pointed out.]