lucetilogs | Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[ 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. ]

Edited 2011-08-27 17:53 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2011-08-27 16:51 (UTC)

[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?]

[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.]

Edited 2011-08-27 18:19 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.

Edited 2011-08-27 18:47 (UTC)

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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, 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.]

Edited 2011-08-27 18:29 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2011-08-27 18:30 (UTC)

[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, 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:

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.]

[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!

[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?

There were advantages to positions of command, certainly, but the responsibility to absent oneself from the action always carried a heavy toll. Norrington was supervising the removal of the cargo from its ship when he heard a gasp from a member of his crew, and the collective intake of breath that followed as those remaining turned their heads and saw, as the admiral did, the Elizabeth come to water.

In many ways the sight seemed to Norrington to be perfect. That that ship had flown at all was an abomination in his eyes, and as it hit the waves it seemed to settle at last into the identity that it should never by rights have left. The water embraced its hull like an old friend. Even as it ripped the beams from their cradle.

The fire, too, met its match within the water. Seeing these two elements come together had a certain beauty to it, a certain sense of what was right.

But that was not to say that Norrington did not rush to the rail and grip it tightly with his hands, leaning out, looking for a moment as though he might jump. That fool. That damned fool. James had never yet received the signal which would guarantee that Jack had abandoned the Elizabeth, and his experience of the man was enough to hold away any hope that either common sense or instinct would have been enough to guide Jack from the wreckage before it hit the unforgiving sea.

That damned fool.

Edited 2011-08-27 19:08 (UTC)

[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.]

[The soldiers drop a few feet, but as formidable as they are, they're relentless in their attack. But! The disturbance is enough to alert Ororo to the soldiers' presence, at least. Her attention divided, she manages to only summon a gust of wind to blow them steadily away, in the direction of her gathering waterspout. She would've struck them down with lightning, but with the continuing storm and her contained tornado, Ororo is having some trouble focusing on all the things!]

[Archie is briefly on shore after the storm but during a lull in the fighting. When he spots Ed, he jogs for him, a worried look on his face.]

Mr. Elric, thank God! We thought we'd lost you! Where did you go?

[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.]

Edited 2011-08-27 19:53 (UTC)

Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

actually let's make this days 4 & 5

Day 3

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

Any day, mostly ship A (the Endurance)

Any Day

Any day, near the noncombatant and/or cargo

Any day, cargo ship or beach

day 3; /ಠ_ಠ

Any day

Basically any day!

RESCUE THREAD FOR THE ELIZABETH, Day 3

no subject

Any day!

Days 3 and 4

Any day!

Day 5

All the days

All days!

Day 3?

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Day 3

Day 3

no subject

no subject

Day 3 +