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!!


Once again, That Handy Useful Information Link. Also a link to the previous draft log!

Comments

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Sheesh, you're afflicted, too? [His targeting system locks onto a Third Party advancing through the trees. He picks it off with one of his less explosive guns.] That's the problem with fame. It's contagious.

[consultmybooks]

Oh, yes. My friends are I are very well known, back home. [He snipes another soldier that had been trying to get at them through the trees.] It's maddening.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

You and you friends. [He knows he's seen his face in the journal system before. He just doesn't quite recall when or where.] Jog my memory. Who do you run with?

[consultmybooks]

I don't believe there's any jogging involved, as I'm quite certain I never told you.

[He takes his time checking the treeline over their heads before replying.]

You probably know her. Everyone seems to. Buffy Summers?

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[Eyebrows, but of course he can't see them. The surprise is still pretty obvious in his voice, though.]

Buffster? Sure do. Really? You're in ranks with the Slayer?

[Explains the crossbow.]

[consultmybooks]

Oh, yes. We've known one another a very long while.

["Buffster"? That raises the question on whether this guy has earned nickname privileges or whether he's just taking them.]

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[A little bit of both, actually.]

Oh, good. I've--not known her a very long while, as you put it. But I'll trust her judgment of company. I'm sure you're not a stiff. Not at all.

[consultmybooks]

I think you'll find that, by most standard definitions, I'm very much a stiff.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, that's too bad. But I guess it's a role someone has to fill. Valiant effort, there. You're a perfect fit for it.

[consultmybooks]

Thank you. Your opinion is duly appreciated.

[No, Iron Man, it totally isn't.

...okay, this one's big enough that he's not even trying to be stealthy. Not that Giles and Iron Man are doing much better, in that department. Giles has never actually seen an Elite, but he's fought them before.]

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

I know. It always is.

[And yeah, he knows it isn't.

The Elite pings up on his radar immediately, and his scanners run an analysis on the composure of the enemy for weak points first. Its armor is thick and ingeniously plated--he'll give him that. Still, there's decent space to get a good shot in between the neck and shoulder.]

Hey. Gramps. I saw him first.

[consultmybooks]

[Giles takes a quite accurate shot between its neck and shoulder. Copious amounts of blood mark the bulls-eye.]

And?

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[...Wow. Not cool, bro. Yep, his scanners confirm it. He's good and dead.]

You know, come to think of it, I can see exactly why you're friends with Buffy.

[consultmybooks]

[Like you didn't raise the bar for kill stealing way over his head, man. He's just going to quietly enjoy the fact that a crossbow just beat out lasers.]

Can you? Well, that's new. Most people don't seem to be able to see it.

[ironizing.livejournal.com]

[B| Don't get used to it, bub.]

Oh, sure. Makes quite a bit of sense after a move like that. You can handle yourself. Um, clearly.

[He sounds utterly convinced.]