DRAFT LOG #2: The Battle Game!

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Fighting bad guys!
When: Today (after 12PM) to the 19th, in the evening
Where: The Mining Facility
Summary: It's an underground mine! And the Malnosso want you to kill and capture all the bad guys! Oh, but don't let the rocks fall on you. That could hurt.
Rating: B for BLOOD. Seriously. People are going to die. People have already died. We're not going to make it out of here. We're all screwed, it's Game Over, man!

Everything you need to know is listed here and also this way. If you haven't signed up yet and want to be on this draft, then go do it and stop being lazy!

Comments

[straightatem.livejournal.com]

No hanging here I'm afraid; everything' good and attached.

[His sword lowers as her scythe and he wipes the blade on his pant leg before sheathing it. Thick swipes of blood and gore glide off of it, he pay it no mind.]

[herotypical]

...Good. Great. Just what I want to hear.

[ buffy also pays it no mind. not, at least, until she thinks that she OUGHT to pay it mind and wrinkle her nose and make a small gah sound. constructed disgust just to make it seem as though she's not completely comfortable with it. ]

[straightatem.livejournal.com]

[Jack mutters a little apology for the mess.]

How do you fair? Ain't hurt much are you?

[Because he can't notice his own injuries but he'll ask after you. Because you're a laaaaaaady.]

[herotypical]

A few flesh wounds. The good news? I'll live. Just tell that to your doctor -- he went all freak-out over a cut on my leg on the second day.

[straightatem.livejournal.com]

[Jack nods in an understanding manner.]

He tends to do that. A few measly cuts and he fawns over you as if you're fading away before him.

[herotypical]

Kinda like a mother hen. It'd be cute if it wasn't frustrating.

[straightatem.livejournal.com]

I suppose. It is very much his job to look after people. And he is fond of you.

[Talking about Stephen in the midst of all this chaos is...a nice change of pace.]

[herotypical]

[ she gestures down along the tunnel. they could talk and prowl forward together. ]

I don't know why. I kicked his butt at an arm-wrestling match. Surely, he should be hating me. [ light. joking. ]

[straightatem.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Continued here. (http://straightatem.dreamwidth.org/2799.html?thread=149743#cmt149743)))