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

[goldenglasses]

[Vash gives Eggman a quick salute.] Aye, aye, sir! [With a swift move, Vash pulls out a length of rope out of one of the pockets of his coat. Just as fast he's got the man tied up tight and works on hauling him up over his shoulder.

Yeah, there's some experience there.] The tunnel I saw is just down that way! So I'll go ahead and stick him in there.

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Good man! I'll come with you and, er, make sure nothing interrupts you.

[Eggman flies towards where that boxing glove launched and a metal claw extends from the machine, snatching up the glove.]

[goldenglasses]

You know, you're the second mad scientist I know that likes to use giant punching... uh... things. Is that a thing you guys have to do? [Vash hauls the Third Party Member over his shoulder and heads towards the tunnel he had mentioned before.]

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

Great minds think alike, I suppose! [Eggman says this jovially, but then he frowns, adding:] Either that or he's copying my style! Either way, it's proven to be effective!

[The glove is reattached to the mech, ready to punch out another soldier, and Eggman floats after Vash slowly.]

[goldenglasses]

Well, he attached his to his son's arm. So not quiet the same! [Once there, Vash sets the guy somewhere where he hopes the guy will be out of the way from being stepped on.] There we go!

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

That sounds significantly less cool than a giant punching mecha-glove. [Eggman stops and hovers in place, staring at the subdued grunt for a moment.] What now? Do we just leave him here?

[goldenglasses]

[Not if your son is a giant.] Oh, well, I guess I could watch him. [For awhile.]

[notshadowfever.livejournal.com]

[Sounds like a painful birth!]

Watch him? [Eggman looks bemused, and then frowns.] I hope this isn't all an elaborate ruse to tag him while I'm not looking!

[goldenglasses]

Nope! Cross my heart and hope to never eat another donut!