We are the named and we are known

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arriving at the dorms
When: 26th
Where: Dorms, location unknown
Summary: Dorm information is here. This is your room!
Rating: PG... we hope?

Your characters are shuffling off to their rooms. Each room has their name beside it and only they can open the door. People can only enter their room if they're allowed in (or they leave the door open). Characters will find any requested items in their room already. If they have a requested vehicle, there will be another door in their room that will take them to the hangar to inspect their equipment.

((Mod note: Extra draftees won't experience their Shift Incompatibility handicap in their dorms. :|a))

Comments

[blessedbyfarore]

Right! It's nice to meet you again. [His face falls a little as he glances around.] Well... it'd be nicer if we could have met again in the village and not here, at least.

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

[Caesar frowns at the bird.]

Didn't I tell you to shut up? [He does not like this bird. He gestures toward the giant owl as he looks up at his brother.] At least that one's quieter.

[seiriald]

I'll be fighting close range, sort of as bait against the Shifters... [Which doesn't bother her at all, she has experience fighting and killing in war. The dark does indeed terrify her more than that as she continues to cling.]

[chikaidestroyer]

This one can be quiet, too. [He gives the nasel bird a look, and it just sits there.] They can usually keep quiet very well.

[...And then he seems to realize.] Unless this one was not trained.

[generalflirt]

[...that's a good question. He over at her and arches an eyebrow. And then he screws up his face a little, considering how to answer this]

...I don't know.

[deathsdoctor]

[Chuckle] Like shogi then.

[generalflirt]

[He say that coming. He laughs and- In a sing-song voice:]

Thiiiis~ isn't about me!

[de_bel_survivor]

Yeah, it would be...but we can do that after the battle?

[It'd be another thing to strive for, and to not get killed along the way.]

[winged_moon]

[...ah. That one again. And this time there's no convenient way to just leave, no journal to close. Yue frowns briefly at the red-haired... person, just a brief flick of his eyes over and back, then starts to drift on again in the (likely vain) hope he won't be followed.)

[seiriald]

Not here... [That's what is scaring her, how she doesn't know where anything is or where it looked like. She had already tried to feel around for things, but the fear had gotten to her before she could pinpoint anything.

It had been the same her first few days in the village; she had even refused to come out of her room.] It's always the same thing, being put somewhere new...

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Ruuuuuuude.

And yes, Grell is following. Yue will be able to hear the very distinctive sound of Grell's heels tailing after him.]

Isn't it customary to greet someone when you meet, or did they not teach you manners?

[blessedbyfarore]

Right! What are you going to be doing out there?

[Not getting killed definitely sounds like something to strive for, yes.]

[breaks_destiny]

That would be awesome but I'm not going to become useless by avoiding using those. If we get attacked I'll use them, don't worry I'm not going to break or miss my aim due distress.

[It will be the first time he would be shooting at something alive head on, but he will be fine. They aren't children and they want to kill them all. He just has to focus in that they would kill Rika and the others too.]

[winged_moon]

[There's silence for a moment in response, then Yue pauses.]

Hn.

Hello.

[And then he'll keep going, without bothering to look over his shoulder. Why him. Why.]

[seiriald]

[Ven... Ven, that name is familiar, but the fear is making it so hard to think, making her paranoid. How was she supposed to know it was him for sure, and not just an impostor? Was it worth the risk?

The part of her mind that is forever stuck as a young child says yes, this was someone who was kind, someone worthy of honesty and trust. Sos he's crawling to what she thinks is the door and leaning against it with her eyes closed. She's not ready to open yet.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Of all the birds they could have given you and they give you a completely useless one? [He tilts his head. Hmm...] Maybe you should train it, then. You'll have plenty of free time, I'm sure.

[emp3thy]

I'll be depending on you.

[...whatever happened, if Keiichi says he's strong enough to overcome it, Minato will leave it at that.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Still following.]

See? Was that so hard?

[And quick stepping to suddenly be in front of Yue, with a smile.]

In a hurry though, aren't we? No time for a little chat?

[heavenslament.livejournal.com]

[Terra smiles and waves a little, stepping inside.]

Wearing that again?

[de_bel_survivor]

I'll be giving support and protecting the noncombatants.

[Meaning he'll be using a lot of magic, as long no Shifters got too close to him.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[She nods, understanding his line of reasoning well enough by now.]

I think there are smaller houses with two stories. We can check out those when we get back. The one next door, at the end of the road, would be ideal but I'm pretty sure it's still taken.

[winged_moon]

[He pauses this time out of necessity, wings flaring slightly at the sudden stop and frown deepening. The Malnosso already had him in a bad mood, and the prospect of conversation with a mildly creepy redhead isn't improving it.]

What is there to chat about?

[seiriald]

[Fair enough, she doesn't know how to feel about it either. Leaning in closer and even snuggling a little, she'll forever be grateful that Seirou did not take away her sense of touch in addition to her sight. Right now, it's the only thing that's comforting her the slightest... Especially because it's someone she knew and liked.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[......] Do you realize how much training an animal requires?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

You don't strike me as the type to be so eager to go to battle. Am I wrong?