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!

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Day 1, Evening

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

[Hermana's pretty tired from her first day of fighting, but with so much excitement she isn't about to let herself go to sleep just yet, but with nothing to do she might as well take it easy at least.

So she's back at base, but before she goes in she's gonna loiter around outside and just watch anybody who goes by and it just so happens that she's standing next to Eggman's machine.

So really it was only a matter of time until she ended up leaning against it.]

Ah, hey! Hey! The hell's this racket for! I weren' doin' anythin'!

Re: Day 1, Evening

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Eggman may be the master of sleeping, but he's always alert for danger and the alarm wakes him up with a start. He runs out of the building at record speed, brandishing a pistol and looking around feverishly for signs of the enemy.]

It's the Third Party! [He turns his head to his mecha to see that it's some kid.

Some evil third party kid!]

Ah ha! Prepare to meet your doom!

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

Eh?! [She turns to see a ridiculous looking man heading in her direction, wielding what appears to be a gun.] Oh man, this is some kinda trap ain' it?! [The noise from the machine had to be some sort of distraction technique, yes that was it! Well she wasn't about to let it work.]

Pretty clever but that ain' gonna work! [She readies a punch and charges at the round-shaped man, ready for any shots he might fire her way.]

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Eggman reacts immediately to this Third Party goon charging at him, though not by jumping out of the way. Instead, he fires his laser pistol wildly in this enemy's direction, his groggy state giving him all the accuracy of an imperial stormtrooper.] Take this!

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

[Even if his aim is way off, Hermana doesn't want to be anywhere near that shot and so ducks out of the way. But she's still moving forward and right after the maneuver she throws that punch she's been packing right at the big oval's belly!] PAAAAAAWNCH!!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Eggman reacts much too late, that punch hitting him right there in his stomach - not that it's an easy to miss target. He lets go off his pistol and sends it spinning off somewhere.] Oof! You little-! [He clutches his stomach with one hand and starts flailing his other hand in Hermana's direction.]

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

[And that's when Hermana got caught off guard, all of a sudden she's smacked in the face by one of Eggman's crude flails. Cringing from the slap she yells.] Hey! Watch it!

That one really hurt!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Wait, isn't this one a little short to be a Third Party trooper?

Eggman decides maybe trying to murder children isn't such a good idea. He glances around to make sure he didn't draw too much attention and takes a remote out of his pocket, silencing his car mech's alarm.]

I barely touched you! Besides, what were you doing near my machine?

Sorry this is so late!

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

Yer machine? What machine? [She was so thrown off by all the commotion she hadn't even realised!] An' this stings pretty hard for just a touch!

What're ya even doin' pickin' on lil' girls anyway!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Gah! Well if you didn't set the alarm off, who did? [He puts the remote away and frowns.] Besides, you can clearly take care of yourself! [He rubs his sore stomach for emphasis.

Sorry, but Eggman comes from a world where little girls generally kick his ass. No sympathy for you.]

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

Ya, but yer all big an' squishy, I figure ya can take a good few punches to that belly of yers.

Not like me, ya gotta be livin' the high life if ya end up like that.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

To end up like what? [Eggman puts his hands on his hips.] Distinguished and well-dressed? I suppose one does have to occupy a certain position! [He puffs out his chest proudly.]

[immadragon.livejournal.com]

[Wow this guy's even thicker in his head than in his belly!] Ah, right right! Yer pretty sharply dressed, yer right 'bout that! [Nope.]

But uh... whassat yer wearin' under yer nose?

Seems kinda silly to me.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

What? Under my nose? [Eggman looks confused, and then tentatively feels around his face, until he touches his moustache.] Hey! That's my moustache, you little urchin! I'll have you know it's highly fashionable!