Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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Comments

actually let's make this days 4 & 5

[herotypical]

[ ever thankful to have her feet back on the ground, buffy will be making up for lost aggro-time on the ships by defending the injured and the camped out with as much flair as she can muster -- if you're looking for someone to fight back-to-back with or perhaps someone to be saved by? look no further. one tiny blonde at your service.

alternatively, come the night? she'll be checking in with those she knows and cares for and loves; concern and responsibility duking it out with wry good humour. the slayer's at war. ]

Day 5

[consultmybooks]

[Giles looks around, one hand still pressed to a freshly bleeding...albeit healing...wound on his arm, when he hears the soft approach of footsteps. It only takes a few seconds of listening for him to identify the one approaching - once he has, Giles reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the thermos of tea that's been keeping his chest warm for a while.]

Day 3

[automailed]

[It's like the Third Party soldiers sent out some kind of intel. "Short blond kid? He has metal limbs. Throw him overboard." So they had. Repeatedly. And he was getting really, really tired of it. Seriously, how many times does one have to be rescued from a watery grave before one's dignity is shot completely to hell?

Not enough times, it seems, because in the middle of the unpleasantly stormy weather, as the ships draw closer to their destination, Edward is flung over the side of the ship with no one around to save him. Which is great, just great. Now he's going to drown, right?

...Nope. The Zora tunic Link had offered him works like a charm, allowing him to breathe freely while he's on the way down. That's the downside, however- he's on the way down. Sinking like a stone right to the bottom of the ocean. And, as he squints up towards the pale light of the surface, watching the shadow of the boat float away without him, an uncomfortable thought enters his mind: he is going to have to walk. Yes, walk. To the shore. The shore that is miles away from his current location.

....

Clank. Squish. Clank. Squish. Clank. Squish. Clank. Squish.

....

So that's how Edward at last arrives at the shore, several hours after the boats have docked: sloshing his way slowly up from beneath the surface, soaked to the bone and covered in seaweed. And there's an octopus clinging to his arm. Yep, definitely not his day.

Onward, into battle... still dripping.]

[lostinmyway]

[In the middle of carrying a box…somewhere, Grune hears a strange sound. Locating its source, she doesn't so much as blink. Maybe small, cranky-looking boys walk out of the water here all the time.

Cheerfully, she calls out:] Hello! Are you here to help, too?

any day, but initially when the storm arrives on Day 3?

[temperedtempest.livejournal.com]

[Ororo had felt the beginnings of a fierce storm the night before, and she'd been unable to sleep. So as soon as it hit, she was there to meet it - keeping the worst of it from affecting their own ships, doing her best to dissipate the fiercest of winds before they damage anything permanently/threw too many people overboard.]

[Later on in the day, when the storm has built up enough and Ororo's patience is starting to wear thin in dealing with thunderbolts that don't do enough damage, she'll decide enough is enough. Palms outstretched and hair floating in the static gathering in the air, her eyes glow a blinding white as she focuses her powers...]

[If anyone is paying attention, there is an ominous columnar vortex (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waterspout) beginning to form between the surface of the water and the storm clouds above. It's contained enough so that only Third Party soldiers are getting sucked into it, hopefully other draftees get the idea and somehow send any soldiers they're having trouble with over her way.]

[Of course, as awesome as this show of power is, it's leaving her rather open for attack! She can probably manage to defend herself if needed/alerted, but it's going to be too easy to get past her at this state. Anyone willing to help a mutant weather goddess out over here?]

Day 3

[frost_jewel]

[Mia had been watching the white-haired woman for some time. She had command of the weather - wind and lightning and rain - but to an extent that Ivan and Sheba might never have. It's beautiful, and powerful, and Mia is glad this woman is on her side of this business.

And so when two attackers come towards her, taking advantage of her concentration and lack of awareness, it's the least Mia can do to give them a surprise of their own. An Ice Horn, to lessen the risk of hitting Ororo but maximize the chances of knocking away those soldiers.]

Any day, mostly ship A (the Endurance)

[simplestgift]

[THERE ARE NO BLASTED RAINCOATS ON THIS SHIP!

Early in the morning on day 3, Archie is scrambling to help everyone shorten sail. The sun isn't even up and it's a race against time before the storm gets here. And hurrying means slipping is more likely, so he's having to accomplish this very delicately.

Later, he'll be leading a boarding party to take a large enemy ship.

For the rest of the draft, he'll be almost exclusively on Hornblower's ship, unless he's leading an attack on shore or another, less ambitious boarding. At night, he'll mostly be doing his thing of staring out to sea when he's not on watch or sleeping. Feel free to bug him, ask him questions, save his life, what have you.]

Day 3, early morning

[captainhornblower]

[Horatio Hornblower intensely dislikes one particular thing about being so short-handed.

He is on a yardarm, precariously balancing on a footrope and helping to reef the sails. Every breath comes hard, and his is determinedly tying a knot around one section of the sail to keep it up. He's only on the mainsail of this mast, and already he is very aware of the height. And the possible fall.

But he steps over to the next footrope and hauls up sail there as well, glancing every so often at the other mast, where Archie and others are hard at work. Thank God, at least, neither of them are shortening sail alone. There is crew enough to help, even if Horatio would prefer quite a few more.]

Any Day

[all7seas]

[Jack Sparrow has (surprisingly) reluctantly relinquished his commission as First Mate aboard Beckett's Mum. He has successfully led a hijacking mission and commandeered an airship, which he has christened the Elizabeth. And now he is captaining that airship as rearguard, defending the cargo vessel from behind.

The original hijacking crew are not, of course, obligated to stay aboard.

1) Perhaps your character is serving as relief crew on the ship, and is fighting Third Party attackers with her captain.

2) Your character might be one of many that Jack has requested to scour the captured Airship for any Third Party intelligence---maybe get some intel on who these Third Partiers are and why they want this cargo so badly.

3) STORM AT SEA: The airship is in peril. You're part of her crew. Are you panicking? Helping? Risking your life bravely for her crew or captain?

Aaaaand this storm is where the Elizabeth will be lost, sadly, just before reaching the beach. Her captain and crew will have to find a way back to the Cargo ship before they succumb to the sea and the monsters who dwell there. HAVE AT.]

day 3; /ಠ_ಠ

[herotypical]

Buffy was already on the beach when she saw the airship catch fire. Her scythe was hard stuck in the shoulder of a dying Third Party soldier but when the blaze caught her eye, she snapped her head seawards. Forget the fight -- how's Jack? It gave her enemy a chance -- a second to grapple with the Slayer's grip and haul her hard upon the sand. "N-no..." She choked. She buried her knee in his gut and freed her blade. Hot blood hit the sand but Buffy wasn't watching it. She was watching that captured enemy ship and remembering the tiny burst of hope she had felt when she saw the cheeky makeshift flag it had flown once Jack had taken it.

She panted and scrambled to regain her footing in the soft, too-giving sand. Not again. Not another damned death in another stupid draft. She felt she ought to hit the waves and swim the whole goddamned length to get out there. Surely, he could be saved? But all that fire. All that wreckage. And all those Third Party foot soldiers creeping up like a ring around where the Slayer stood.

The initial spark of grief had distracted her long enough to allow an impromptu ambush and Buffy turned in a circle to see their faces and the whites of their eyes and the gleam of their steel. She'd made a big mistake, watching her pirate-captain fall instead of watching the treeline around her. But they had made an even bigger one. A Slayer was just another one of those creatures that fought even harder if cornered. Harder still if cornered and grieving.

The clash was long and primal and Buffy was more demon than woman. Tapping into that beast that the Shadow Men had forced into the First Slayer. In the end, Buffy came out the victor. She didn't feel it. Nothing felt triumphant about this.

Hours later -- out from the dark of the quiet, lulling night -- she trudged into the comandeered medical centre. She was hurt, certainly, but not beyond anything she couldn't handle. She just needed some bandages to encourage her own supernatural healing to get the job done quick and clean and fast. Then she could get back out there and exact a higher price for witnessing what she had to witness.

The price would never be high enough. Not after so much loss; still, the Slayer could try.

Any day, near the noncombatant and/or cargo

[purpledemoneyes.livejournal.com]

[Although he's glad that he didn't have to be in the offensive forces, Tsuzuki is nevertheless tense. Hisoka's sent to the front to be a scout. He's aware that it's a good use of Hisoka's empathy, but that doesn't change the fact that he wishes he could have joined that team. They're partners. It doesn't feel right that they're separated.]

[He turns quickly as he hears a twig break. Old habits die hard, which is why he's ready to pull up a shield immediately.]

Re: Any day, near the noncombatant and/or cargo

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[Really, Tsuzuki? It's just a little, somewhat sodden kitty who's inspecting the place before she has to go rejoin Link for more Third Party trouncing.

By the way, have any fish?]

Any day, cargo ship or beach

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

[Our not-princess has been trying not to think about the dangers through much of this arduous journey.

1) She's not REALLY a fighter, in spite of her bravery with the frying pan. Save her life? I'm good with that!

2) Have her save your life, somehow? Good with that too!

3) Do you need healing? She'll help, though it might be reluctantly. She doesn't want to reveal her secret to just anyone.]

1/2 combo?

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Rydia eyes widen as she stares past the girl.]

Rapunzel! Duck!

[Time for a well-aimed blast of fire magic, centered on the pair of enemy soldiers approaching the girl from a few paces behind.]

Any day

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Since Kain is doubtlessly going to remain on the offensive throughout all this, so will Rydia. Her primary goal is to make sure that he comes out of this draft alive, though she will be happy to back up anyone else who joins them or needs help along the way. She's staying away from Shifters if she can, but otherwise isn't holding back. Thanks to her rods, she manages to conserve enough magic to last throughout the next few days.

Come nightfall, Rydia will be checking in on friends and the wounded, offering what healing and comfort she has at her disposal. She might need some prodding to get some rest herself, but can be persuaded to try once she feels she's done all she can for the time being.]

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[Nor is Kain holding back, spending much of his time airborne and focusing on the Third Party targeting them from above. He's also eager to yet again try out bands with Rydia when they get a good chance for it...]

Basically any day!

[talontrot]

[This little green cartoon dragon is imitating the Roadrunner as best as she can. Her speed and agility outside of a backpack are pretty impressive, and she's a blur of scaly motion. She's still far from helpless even as a scout, though in the forest it might be more prudent for her to cool it on the Fire Eggs. (By the way, they burn underwater...)

She might eventually get a chance to request something useful in a horribly unorthodox way - a pair of shoes. A large, unwieldy pair of white shoes. That blare audible music in their vicinity.

Yes, Luceti, there is a dragon in shoes that play music doing scouting. You're still quite sane.

Of course, the theme music will mean Kazooie's position is blatantly obvious while she's wearing the shoes - but she's also almost obscenely fast and can run on water. As such, she can easily grab the attention of Third Party members and flush them out.

When she isn't scouting, or even whenever she's just bored, she'll double back to flank the offensive forces and lend her ground combat skills, pelting anything Third Party-esque unfortunate enough to go near the cargo (or anybody else) with a barrage of Eggs.]

Day 4?

[lostinmyway]

[Grune would have to be one of the only people in Luceti to see a green cartoon dragon running around in high tops while chipper music plays out of nowhere and not wonder if she'd accidentally had a few psychedelic drugs with her last meal.

She watches the dragon run around for a while; when she gets close enough, Grune will smile and wave.] Keep going! Do your best!

RESCUE THREAD FOR THE ELIZABETH, Day 3

[simplestgift]

[Then the Elizabeth goes down, Captain Hornblower orders a boat sent out to pick up survivors, with Mr. Kennedy supervising. Anyone on Hornblower's ship or the Elizabeth can participate here.]

[all7seas]

[The Elizabeth does not just go down; no. The Elizabeth has been foundering with all hands trying desperately to save her after too much enemy fire pierced her hull. There's things in these waters, you see. Things that can kill you with a snap of their teeth before sinking back down to the dark places. The crew knows that well enough now and there is a kind of ordered chaos aboard to mend things, with Jack Sparrow the most orderly chaotic of them all.

Then comes the point where everyone realizes the Elizabeth is lost, and the best they can do is get away with their lives and reorganize on the other ships.

Unfortunately, after Sparrow sees the last crewmember sent off the sinking ship to safety in either lifeboats or other conveyances, he smells smoke. The powder magazine.

"Sorry, darling," he apologizes to the Elizabeth as he tries to jump clear. That's the moment she decides to erupt in flames and explosions. That's the moment where he wonders whether he'll ever see the people he loves again.]

Any day!

[consultmybooks]

Day 3

[Rain. Why the everloving hell does it have to be raining again?

Giles will keep hold of his position as a footsoldier, acting with the other offense forces to keep the Third Party from getting too near the cargo during transport. At least he can see. But the rain puts him on edge, puts him in an even worse mood than usual, and makes him jumpy. Helios in particular will probably notice that Giles has gone into overprotective overdrive with regards to him.

Shift Hunters, if and when they appear, are shot down on sight first and foremost and with very great prejudice. The same is done for Shifters, when they're pointed out. Those of you who were with Giles during the last day of the last draft might recognize the spark of deep, dark glee at the sound of their deaths. To his credit, he does a lot to keep a lid on that.]

Days 4 and 5

[Giles settles down once the storm does the same. He'll stay a little nearer to the supply convoy, the better to keep an eye on things and people. He sticks to ranged weapons a little more, and all in all appears a calm, efficient, levelheaded soldier, willing and able to provide support, assistance, and advice where needed and asked. Going through this three times so far gives him a boost.

He'll also be better about keeping in touch with the rest of the villagers, occasionally sending out posts over the journal to check in when they aren't actually in his line of sight.

At night, he'll spend most of his time assisting with medical treatment of any wounded until someone reminds him to sleep. This will also be when Giles does his best to locate any of his friends that he can to talk.]

Day 3?

[lostinmyway]

[Guess who isn't even remotely registering the rain?

Even soaking wet, with her clothes and her hair and her veil plastered to her, Grune calls out cheerfully:] Hello, Giles!

Days 3 and 4

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

Day 3, Cargo Ship

[Nami will give plenty of advance warning to all hands for the oncoming storm and lend a hand shortening sail, and can be found on deck during the whole of it, keeping an eye on the ship and their course and taking reports from the other two ships, and doing her damndest to make sure nothing goes wrong. Her raincoat is on with the hood up, red hair escaping from it in flyaway tangles. If you are not part of vital crew or one of the combatants currently defending the ships from attack, you can expect to be bellowed at until you get the hell below decks where you belong. Or Nami's voice gives. One or the other. My, this is excellent weather for the cold-inflicted. B|]

Day 4, Beach

[The ships are at anchor and there is fighting on the beaches! \o/ In which Nami can be found finally joining the fighting in defence of the cargo, though she sticks to smaller and easier targets where she can. Her temperature's up this morning, so she's downed a whole bunch of medicine and is sticking to what she can handle, because she's always been an intelligent soul. When there isn't fighting she'll be helping out with the medics, using a combination of field first aid and filial magic.]

Day 4

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Miya's got your back, sis. The beach battle almost seems easier and harder than the one on the ocean. Though the girl doesn't have to worry about being swallowed whole by sea monsters, the Third party seem to be absolutely swarming. They all remind Miyabi of a nest of angry bees...zipping this and that way. Regardless, she'll be keeping close to Nami while on the battlefield, taking out as many third party soldiers as she can.

Of course, when the going gets tough, the tough either blow shit up or get going. Thankfully, Miyabi can do both, and will be employing Cherry Bomb to, uh...clear the area, somewhat. Powerslash just can't cut it. Dohoho.]

Any day!

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Once Derek makes it to the shore, habit takes over. If Horatio's ship is not sailing, the hunter will a) make sure it's ready to go in case they need it b) Let his captain know he's going ashore to help and c) will promptly disappear into the trees surrounding the landing area.

He'll be radioing Caesar back with things he finds, and prowling the underbrush, ready to ambush any Third Arty he finds trying to sneak in by land.

Occasionally, he'll show up in camp for food, water, and a quick scrubbing down in the ocean. And maybe some sleep.

Maybe.]

Day.... 4?

[ufo-fanboy.livejournal.com]

[It's been an eventful draft so far for him, but they're sadly no closer to uncovering any really good information on that cargo... So Mulder is going to go patrolling around the forest instead. He keeps his gun drawn and stays alert to any signs of something approaching. Maybe he'll see some strange wildlife out there...]

All the days

[corrinesbell]

Day 3, cargo ship/beach

[Sheena and storms of this magnitude do not get along well. At first she opted to stay on the ship, fighting off attackers despite the rain and the feeling of her nerves building to panic. It's not clear what happens then - an encounter near the rail of the ship - but suddenly she's not on it anymore. Not too long later, though, she will wash up on the shore near one of the docks.]

Days 4 and 5

[This scout is scouting. She'll take up helping unload/transport cargo whenever she can, too. Unlike last time, what she's really looking out for now is the (relative) safety of the people who can't really fight. Though she may get curious enough to venture into the woods, once or twice...]

day 3

[coolstempers.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least Sheena is in luck, near where she washes up there happens to be someone who at least has a very good idea of what to do, and probably did something stupidly similar many years ago when he was a kid.

Piers will go ahead and pull her out of the water and check her over. His main concern first off is if she's actually breathing since he has no idea how long she was in the water.]

All days!

[lostinmyway]

[Day 3:

Grune will be oblivious to the storm. She won't notice the rain, and she won't get seasick from the lurching of the ship. She'll just keep doing what she's doing.

Once they're on...sodden land, Grune will try to help unpack. Meaning she'll pick up something and wander around with it for a while, and then set it down and forget about it, only to begin the cycle again. She'll need some help and being pointed in the right direction for this job.

Days 4 & 5:

It's just business as usual. Grune will keep on fighting enemies and looking for her friends. Her good mood won't be so much as dented, even getting down to the end of the last day. Anyone who needs cheering up might do well to speak to her--unless her eternal, oblivious happiness would get on your nerves.]

Day 3

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia serves as a guard while people help unload, riding back and forth on her ATV and keeping an eye on the perimeter. She stops as she sees a stray box out by itself and pauses to pick it up and carry it back to the unloading zone.

This repeats two more times much to her growing confusion until she finally spots the culprit.

...Ah. With a small sigh, she rides over to Grune and flips up the face plate, giving a friendly wave.]

Day 3 +

[abidinglaw.livejournal.com]

[Whenever there are enemies closing on the port from the direction of the water, Norrington will be directing the guns of the docked brigs. Come meet him here if you want to be press ganged into manning the canon or hauling shot from below to above decks. When the waves of enemies lull he will be overseeing the movement of the cargo -- to whatever extent it is possible to do so with those damnable droids performing any number of automatic functions. Otherwise he may be found between the dock and the medical building, or by night, restlessly wandering the sand.]

Day 3, after making port

[captainhornblower]

[He watched the ship carefully. Waiting. Waiting. Just an inch--

There.

The cannon fired, threw itself back, caught on the rope, and Hornblower had already started the process to reload. Familiar, fast. Even if he wasn't particularly used to actually manning a cannon to much as he was overseeing a guncrew. He knew the procedure well enough to make himself useful here while supplies were unloaded.]

[daisy023]

[DAY THREE - CARGO SHIP

A Dropship 77-Troop Carrier Pelican hovers above the Cargo Ship, near the packages. The droids seem annoyed by her intentions.

Daisy speaks through the loudspeaker of her ship. Even more annoyed.]

Someone tell these things I'm not gonna steal them. We need something faster to move the cargo.


[DAYS FOUR AND FIVE - SKIES

[A few cultists that fly above the forest dissappear in a red and feathery mist when something shoots through them. Like unfortunate birds giving way to a bigger metallic bird.

Sierra TwentyThree soars past the forest with a lot of cargo on its' belly.

Trailing behind her, several angry cultists.]

Day Four

[yellowthirteen.livejournal.com]

[...And they're not pursuing her for too long before help streaks her way.

Thirteen's SU-37 rolls in behind the cluster of cultists flying after her dropship.]

Yellow 13, Fox Two.

[A pair of missiles launch from the wings of the steel bird and rocket toward the cultists. The explosion shreds the targets pursuing, leaving behind a red mist of body parts and falling corpses.]

All the days, anywhere!

[whatdeheckisdat]

[On Day 3, it rains. A lot. And Dhaos is not happy about it. His cloak is heavier than he's used to and it's getting difficult to see, but he'll still be running/floating around doing his part. Let's just hope he doesn't get knocked overboard...

Dhaos will be scouting out the surrounding area once they land on shore, so feel free to spot a random angel flying around anywhere you'd like. Maybe he'll take out an enemy soldier if he sees one.]

Day 4?

[lostinmyway]

[Oh, look, it's Dhaos! ...But oh, dear, is someone trying to sneak up behind him? She should start casting, just in case.

Go ahead and notice the sparkly lights below if you'd like, Dhaos. Or the enemy soldier.]

Day 4 and Day 5

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[Finally. Finally. Time when Adell can really cut loose and show what he can do on the battlefield. Adell takes the aggressive approach when dealing with the Third Party. He goes out and meets formations of enemy soldiers head on. Only wary when Shifters are in the area, Adell can be seen battling whatever deigns to attempt to land on their island.

Occasionally, he'll come back to base to rest. He can be caught there too.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Upon spotting Adell battling nearby, Rydia nudges Kain and heads over. It can't hurt to team up for a while, can it? To that tend, she casts a well-aimed Thundaga at enemy soldiers approaching.]

[fallenambitions]

Day 3 & 4 - Ship B and the Cargo Ship

[A storm. A storm almost as bad as the storms in the rainforest. Great. He can only hope that he will survive and not become gravely ill after this trip, because it would be bad if his crew saw him sitting below deck and not out here fighting with everyone. He'll stay on ship B and run what errands were necessary and will later on move to the cargo ship to see the progress on that.

On the 4th day, he'll finally have access to his Murder machines and a few can be found patrolling on the decks of the cargo ship. They shouldn't shoot any friendlies but...there's a slight chance it may mistaken an ally as an enemy and attack with bullets, lasers and metal arms. He only had the chance to program the new information into them today afterall, so there may be a few bugs.]

Day 5 - Beach

[Alexei will have moved to the beach along with his machines and should be able to help anyone take out any Third party members on the beach without problems today.

He on the other hand, prefers to scout the island they were on and wander through the forest but still kept the coast in his sights. He'll probably have one murder with him if you find him in the forest. If not, it likely got lost, or it may be right behind you. |D

During these last three days, he'll have taken off some of his armor, preferring to travel lighter and improve his maneuverability.]

5 B|

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[There's sounds of drawn out fighting going on past those trees just ahead, Alexei. It's intermingled with... coughing? Whoever it is, it doesn't seem to be slowing them down much.

--oh, mind the sudden thunderclouds just ahead. There's nothing abnormal about this whatsoever.]

Anytime!

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[Kain unleashes all his strength in battle, blasting with wind, jumping, stabbing, and overall savagely mauling the enemies. He doesn't hold back anything... he's used to how these drafts often go so he may as well give it his all while he still can. His focus is kept upon the sky, and should he see any Third Party members come flying in to target anyone- maybe your character?- he'll leap up to take them on. Double Jump gives him a great advantage there. The Shift Affliction is still a nuisance but he bears it, pushing himself to fight even with more and more random wounds appearing. By the end of the last day he'll look really beaten up- but he fights on anyway.]

[In the back of his mind, there IS a thought that something is missing, but he just can't yet place what's different about this draft. It's not anything that's bothering him much right now though. Something else certainly is different after all, but it's not anything he can allow to distract him now.]

[...and by now, Kain is used to more of these drafts going badly than not. So at one point during down time, he sneaks off alone somewhere, hastily writing up some notes for people, intended for... whenever he's going to die. Because he's convinced it's only a matter of time.]

Day 4!

[talontrot]

[You like dragons, right Kain? Do you like rescuing dragons?

What about cartoon dragons?

Because right now there is a green cartoon dragon wearing oversized white shoes that play music... sprinting almost obscenely fast across the sand.

Right behind her are a group of Third Party members, whose collective attentions have certainly been gotten. Want to lend a hand?]

Got a quiet moment? Need a snuggle?

[the-mighty-foot.livejournal.com]

[When it's quiet, especially at night, you may suddenly find a warm little body settled on yours. She may or may not be a little wet, depending on if it's raining outside, but she will certainly be purring, quietly, as if to encourage and comfort.]

[eidolon-soul.livejournal.com]

[Why hello there, cat. Rydia smiles at the sudden furry companionship, reaching up to gently scratch behind the ears. It's only fair to comfort in turn, afterall.]

All the days

[chaotic-dirge.livejournal.com]

[In battle, sometimes he's Vincent Valentine, red-caped and shooting down Third Party warriors with well aimed shots of gunfire. He takes few if any breaks and doesn't really seem to be around any of the areas where they rest. There'll be time for sleep later. For now he fights.]

[But sometimes on days 3 and 4, he can be seen as Galian Beast, throwing fire upon the enemy (http://images.wikia.com/finalfantasy/images/0/05/FFDoc_GalianBeast.jpg), or Death Gigas, blasting them with lightning (http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/2/20727/794618-ffvii_deathgigas_super.png) or perhaps (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080526022104/finalfantasy/images/archive/c/ce/20100610065054!FFVII-HellMasker.png) Hellmasker, cutting them up with his blade or tossing out status effects. (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20080526022104/finalfantasy/images/archive/c/ce/20100610065054!FFVII-HellMasker.png) The creatures within are all very restless and now that they're on the island, Vincent is less concerned about letting them out. There was too much potential for damage on the ships.]

[Day 5, when he's not Vincent, he's Chaos (http://images.wikia.com/finalfantasy/images/8/81/FFDoc_Chaos.jpg), relishing in the death and destruction he causes.]

[floralphantasm.livejournal.com]

Day 3 - Ship A

[A little rain never hurt anybody, and especially not a youkai. Despite the wind and torrential rain, Yuuka will be up on deck. Her back to the storm and her parasol keeping her relatively dry, she has a content expression on her face. At least here she is alone rather than inside where some of the people seem to be to shield themselves from the storm.

Looking out into the rough ocean waters, before ship A starts to go down, she notices something... Oh hello there, a kraken. Biiig tentacled squid thing. Of course this takes the youkai's interests. She jumps off the deck and flies toward the creature, firing danmaku and spells at it. Should anyone ask why she engaged such a monster, she'll claim it was for the ship's safety as lots of people seem bother about that. In reality however she was merely entertaining the idea of challenging a beast not from Gensokyo. After all, it's not every day you get the chance to fight a kraken.]

Day 4 and 5 - Beaches mostly

[The early morning seems like the perfect time for a stroll. As such, Yuuka will be wandering around the beaches and attacking enemies with her parasol, either beating them or stabbing and slicing at them with her parasol's sharp tip. For those who catch her off guard or try to ambush her, sunflowers sprout from the ground and entangle anything with their long stems that would try to get the jump on her. Spells and danmaku might also be featured on this stroll. Should anyone call to her or shout at her, she'll wander over to see what the person wants. Though if anyone shouts orders to her, sooo-rry she can't hear you~

At night she will still be on the beaches. Partly to keep away from the majority of other people, and also to look at what sorts of flowers are blooming around here. She might also wander off into the forests a bit in her search for flora.]

After they reach land!

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[After the hijacking and eventual fall of that very ship they'd taken, Mulder ends up back on the cargo ship until they get to their destination. He's still obsessed with finding out what that cargo entails. So when they reach land for unloading, he's very much around helping, but mostly in the back of his mind he's trying to figure out the best way to get a glimpse of what's inside.]

[Mulder will also be out and around fighting off the Third Party while they're on land.]

Day 5! <3 (I'm spamming you with all the things 8|;)

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[After so much time protecting the priceless cargo thingy, Kazooie has to wonder what it is too. Still, she's being a Duitful Hero and not questioning it - instead, right now she's acting like a living line of defense, working to gun down Third Party members with Fire Eggs (that still burn despite the dampness...) if they try to get too close.

She's still wearing her oversized shoes, so Mulder will definitely hear the ridiculously cheery tune in the vicinity around her - which also serves to draw Third Party attention to the little green dragon.

... This is something that belongs on the X-Files, right, Mulder?