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

[notabluesbro]

[brb, putting these missiles in the cross. |D]

I'll be sure to do that, though I doubt I'll get to be much help if people are already hollering in rage.

[Still, why extra recruits? Didn't they have enough fighters? He can't help but wonder if the second draft people are just guinea pigs to test if people only partially compatible could get through semi-unscathed.]

You want one of these, in case you can't do the typical kicking?

[He holds up a gun.]

Or would you rather take your chances?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[It's a blank stare that meets the gun, and shit, how long has it been since he's held one? Not since Alabasta. Personally, he finds them to be very impersonal machines.

In case you can't do the typical kicking.

... And if there's one thing Luceti has taught him, it's that everything is possible. You don't turn down advantages if you wanna protect the people you care about.

Sanji holds out his hand]

[notabluesbro]

[and Wolfwood puts the loaded, locked gun in the man's palm, with a magazine on top for extra measure. And then he proceeds over to the side of the bed, opens up another box, and draws a holster for the chest, tossing it over.]

You can hide it under the breast, if you want—makes it easier to handle than trying to hide it in your pants waistband or belt.

[And he starts pulling on his own, gun already in the holder.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Idly looking the gun over, testing the weight, the feel... He catches the holster without looking and nods]

Heh. Been a while since I've held one of these.

[notabluesbro]

Pretty light, huh? The best July has to offer, without switching for a revolver or a heavy-ass magnum. [Makes 'em easier to conceal, not to mention. Great for the good ol' days of assassinating a man! 8Db]

I haven't had a whole lot of issues with the bullet jamming or anything, so I think you'll reign her around pretty well if you have to use it.

[He does something with the trigger of the cross, and the thing closes up into it's usual state.]

As long as you don't forget to switch the safety off, anyway.

[...He grins at the imagine of Sanji trying to pull a trigger that doesn't seem to cooperate. |D]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oi oi, I'm not that much of a novice.

[notabluesbro]

True, true...

[snrk]

Can you even see through all that hair?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Well enough to keep bastards off me.

[Sticking the gun in the holster. He'll put it on later]

I'm sure I can manage a good shot if it comes down to it.

[notabluesbro]

[He brings a fist up in the usual praying stance.]

I have complete faith in you. As long as you don't go losing my handgun. Then I'll say you're on your own.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[He laughs around a cigarette] I'll bring her back to you, good as new.

[And hopefully, unused]

[notabluesbro]

[He puts a finger up, still grinning.]

By the way, I talked to that Katie kid.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Didn't piss her off again, I hope.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

Nope! I even got her to giggle before she caught herself.

[notabluesbro]

[He takes on a little more serious-faced expression.]

... Apparently, she's allergic to priests.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Allergic, huh?

[notabluesbro]

Thaaat's what she told me. She also knew I was a preacher without me having to say so, so maybe she's being mostly truthful. When I asked what she meant, she looked like she was about to say something, but hung up on me.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[The hanging up part doesn't surprise him. Sanji really doubts Wolfwood would've gotten anything more than a truthful lie, anyway]

When you ran into Katie-chan, did you have anything on you that would make her think you were a preacher in the first place?

[notabluesbro]

...







[...He looks over at the Cross Punisher.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

... Well no fuckin wonder she knew.

[notabluesbro]

[sigh, facepalm]

One of the few times someone can tell my profession, and they fling me into a mountainside. I think I'm just cursed.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[chuckling at your misfortune]

Hey, if she took the time to tell you why, at least she doesn't hate you.

[notabluesbro]

I guess I can count my blessings there.

Though I'd better be careful walking around town when I've got my guns on me. Unless I want to be catapulted into the ocean next time.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji nearly notes that maybe it's the priesthood rather than the cross that Katie's got an aversion to... but he'll try not to destroy what hope the bastard has left. 8|a]

Let me know how that goes once we get out of this shithole.

[notabluesbro]

[thank you for that. ;;]

Ha, right. Five days, was it?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

To be honest, I didn't check. But it sounds about right. So long as we get the job done.

[... Which is to kill every Third Party member they find.]