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

day two; basecamp...?

[herotypical]

[ buffy is returning to camp after a long evening out in the "field"; there's a thin trickle of fresh blood down one arm. older blood splattered elsewhere.

she pauses when she passes goemon. does she know him from...somewhere? ]

Works for me!

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Wounds neatly bandaged and mostly hidden beneath clothing, Goemon was one of many who sought some semblance of inner-peace during a brief moment of reprieve found in the Processing Area. But it was difficult. At any moment, he anticipated Third Party soldiers to shatter this tenuous calm and invade, charged with adrenaline and bloodlust. His grip on his sword tightened in readiness, an irrepressible tension creeping into his shoulders.

While at rest, sitting atop a crate of supplies with his eyes shut and his blade leaning against his shoulder, he maintained an awareness of his surroundings and the people drifting past him. Some moved purposefully, others shuffling in a daze, men and women and youth, capable fighters and non-combatants. He had been forced to swallow the fierce indignation he felt at the thought of those unaccustomed to brutal violence having it thrust in their faces now, forever shaken by it.

Unforgivable...

He let the thought drop momentarily as he sensed a strong and somehow familiar aura, and cracked open an eye, catching sight of Buffy. The young woman he had met at the bar, he noted, while giving her an acknowledging look.]

Buffy. [Not quite a typical greeting, but it was something. His voice, though even, was somewhat hoarse as if he had not spoken in some time. And what a surprise that would be.]

[herotypical]

I'm sorry. I don't...remember yours. Your name. It's -- wow. How rude is that?

[ nervous laughter. ]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

It is fine. [He lowered his head as if apologetic.] I do not often make entries. [However, he was a shameless journal-lurker; it was a habit, playing the observer in public, and skimming through unlocked conversations on occasion for information of interest to Lupin or himself.]

My name is Goemon. [He decided against offering his family name as well, supposing it might only make things more complicated.]

[herotypical]

Goemon. Right.

Hi.

Hope you're, uhm, keeping busy?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[The ronin gently inclined his head in affirmation.] ...In these circumstances, a moment of idleness can be difficult to come by.

[herotypical]

But not always welcome, am I right?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

Mn. [A yes, in Goespeak.

In the wake of violent confrontation, his mind turned somewhat restlessly - but he was familiar with having to detach himself from situations and packing his thoughts and feelings away, deep down inside himself. There was an appropriate time and place for those emotions... and it was not in battle against a ruthless enemy, where they threatened to weaken his will and make his sword waver.

Some would emerge from this draft haunted by the memories of it for days, weeks, months, he mused.]

[herotypical]

W-well...that's -- at least you're looking to be in good shape?

[ how. awkward. ]

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[A subtle nod.] ...This is not the first time I have been in battle; but, it is the first time I have been drafted. [It seemed it was inevitable.]