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We are the named and we are known

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))

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That looks heavy.

[He glances back, a smirk on his face.]

Maybe for other people.

[She shakes her head a little.] So long as it doesn't slow you down!

This shit? Hardly.

[He tucks them into place, then crosses his arm.] So what about you, Aerith? You packing any heat?

No heat. A lot of cold, actually. [Ice and Earth with All materia to match as the main offensives. She turns her staff, held for the moment in both hands behind her, so the materia slots are visible.]

[What the hell is materia? All he sees is a stick with some fancy jewels in it.]

Yeah, you'll have 'em quaking in fear. Sure you don't want a pistol or something?

Oh! You think I need one? [She shakes her head.] I'll be just fine, I've fought before. Don't particularly like guns, anyway. [She remembers Jack asking her about magic, so she can understand a little why he's unimpressed... but come on. Can't he credit her with having some idea of what she's doing?]

[A frown at that. He doesn't subscribe to the notion that sticks and swords are better than guns. That's just shit from TV.]

Even if you've fought before, they might be bringing something a little more formidable than sticks.

So'm I. But I wouldn't put down a good old-fashioned stick. It can be very satisfying against troublemakers.

[Oi, why does he even care. Just running his hand over his face now.] Just don't take on more than you can handle.

[She laughs, though it might sound hollow. This is not a good draft.] I won't. I'm not here because I'm a brawler. I'm here because I had to be, that's all. You be careful too, Jack. [ And with that, she moves to leave.]

Oi, just a second. [He taps her shoulder, beckoning her attention back to him.] Your friend back in the dome. You think she's going to be fine?

[She starts to turn her face back to him--stops when she realizes what the question will be, keeping partially turned away. Unease flits around her features.]

You're worried about her? Or are you still thinking she'll get someone else hurt?

[Oh yes, he can see it quite clearly. Interesting, that...]

Call it curiosity. What exactly was going on in there back at the dome?

... [She turns to him with a very serious expression.] I'm only answering if you won't bother her about it.

Deal. [Well, for the most part. If it becomes a problem to him, out there while fighting, she'll be getting plenty bothered about it.]

[She looks back out toward the hallway to see if anyone is there before going on.] ... It's a curse. Back in her world, she was given a task and a limited time to complete it. But she can't do it here... her time is running out. I was trying to stop the curse.

I'm still not sure what happened. Maybe they anticipated people would try that. But it just made things worse. That's why she was weak afterward. Okay?

[A ticking clock. Those kind of clocks never count down to anything good. But something tells him it's more than just dying.]

What happens when the clock runs out?

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[She hesitates--be vague, lie, tell the truth. What comes out is the truth. ... Jack will be on the battlefield too.] Good-bye, Lightning. Hello, monster.

She says it won't even be her anymore. ...We've already planned out how to warn people if it happens on the field.

... and the strategists? Do they know about this?

[Not that Jack is going to go tattling or anything, but he wants to know if anyone else is going to be prepared for this happening.]

No.

I see.

[So he's got two choices here. Do the smart and safe thing and just avoid the two of them.

... or do the heroic thing and be around to deal with this monster when it arrives. He's not sure yet where he stands on that yet.]

...I have to go get ready. [She wouldn't encourage him to be a hero. She doesn't want anyone to be a hero, because that always means someone's in danger and she really, really doesn't want any of this to happen at all. She doesn't want Light to die. But it seems more and more inevitable...

... and it's really wearing her spirits down. She gives a faint, polite smile, and moves to leave again.]

[Just as abruptly, he grins.]

Take care of yourself out there, kiddo.

Ah-- [ she wasn't expecting that, but after a second her smile brightens.] Thanks, Jack.

[She's out the door before it clicks.]

...I'm not a kiddo, you're an old-timer!

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