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 2! Is it okay if she forgot meeting him, or do you wanna keep that memory intact? XD

[memoryboxes]

[Sayo is here for when you return, Goemon! She's been helping out injured people all day now—with a first-aid kit in hand, going from person to person, suturing wounds, wrapping them, the usual. It's only when she looks up does she notice there's yet another bleeding person in her line of sight. :|]

Aa!! Are you alright!?

How hurt are you?

Day 2! Er, either way is fine - I can't decide, fff. So, surprise me. XD

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Blinking, he surfaced from his thoughts at the question, recognizing a familiar face as he glanced upwards.

Sayo-san... [Immediately observing her look of concern, he felt sorry to burden her. He solemnly, ruefully bowed his head.] …I apologize for the trouble. I do not think it is serious. [Pulling his hakamashita open slightly - just enough to expose an oozing gash - he frowned thoughtfully at himself.

In the midst of decapitating and disemboweling enemies in waves, the sudden appearance of a female soldier had interrupted the rhythm of his attack long enough for her to launch an attack. She had caught him with her spear just as he shook off his dumb surprise and attempted an evasive maneuver, the spearhead carving a wound where it otherwise could have driven through his ribs.

Chest wounds were no unfamiliar business given his line of work – and although they were often dangerous for obvious reasons, he suspected his situation wasn't grave, more so as he hadn't encountered any difficulty breathing. He had been careless, he mused grimly; had he reacted a split second later, he could have been killed.]

Day 2! huehuehue |D

[memoryboxes]

[... Ah. She pauses, staring at him as though she just walked into her house. And then a sheepish sort of look catches her features, and she tries a smile; regardless, she still reaches over to start cleaning off his wound. Confusion or not, he's injured, isn't he?]

I'm sorry... have we met before?

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

Mn...? [Mild surprise flashed across his features as he stood still, permitting her to dab at the cut; but, recovering quickly, his expression sobered. Sensing some measure of embarrassment at her lapse in memory, he spoke gently, evenly, non-judgmentally.] We have spoken twice before. [In her defense, their last interaction was at least a month ago.]

[memoryboxes]

[Her eyes widen, and she looks down, definitely embarrassed now. But she quickly regains herself and ushers him to rest and sit, where she can reach that wound and sew it up.]

I—I'm sorry, for that. I tend to forget people all the time... I'm really sorry.

[It's so very frustrating, meeting new faces that aren't new at all.]

My condition's been worse, without Luceti's barrier, I think... The last draft I was on was the same; I may not remember this tomorrow, I'm afraid.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[A condition...

Goemon remembered believing that some inexplicable something was amiss from her aura when they had first met - and now as he sat there and sharpened his focus as best he could in his weariness, he could not shake off the faint but nagging sense that... she was drained in some way, for lack of a better word. Almost... cursed.

He could not help but feel a sharp pang of sympathy. Memories served an all too important purpose when it came to placing trust in the right people, avoiding committing the same mistakes, and forging strong relationships, among many things. It was difficult to imagine how terrible it would be not only to suffer from such memory loss, but to be keenly aware of it, aware that all was not as it should be.]

You have nothing for which to apologize; it cannot be helped.
[Then, after a thoughtful silence:] Forgive my boldness, Sayo-san - but if you do not do so already, perhaps you would find it useful to write notes to yourself.

[memoryboxes]

[She laughs softly, sitting him down so she can start cleaning his wound free of blood.] Don't worry. My apartment is covered in little notes, in case I forget. As long as I think often of them, my close friends will stay in my memory, too.

[dab, dab]

I don't sleep. Soo... I suppose I have plenty of time to think.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[He blinked, astounded and uncomprehending. How could the human body function when suffering such sleep deprivation...?]

Is this how it has been for as long as you remember? [Mentally preoccupied, he barely felt the twinges of pain as she gingerly wiped awa blood.]

[memoryboxes]

That's right. [She nods, focused on his wound.] I'm going to stitch you up now, so you might feel a little twinge.

[She reaches down and retrieves the equipment for it, and soon she's suturing.]

I sit up most of the night weaving, thinking of a lot of things... Someone once told me that if I keep important things in my mind, then the mushi in my head will save those memories for last to eat, because they're important to me.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Despite the pain of the needle piercing in and out his skin and the the thread being pulled snuggly taut every so often, his attention was locked on her.]

...Mushi? [Goemon repeated, stiffening, his voice tight with strain. So, his instincts had proven correct... Knitting his brow, his gaze turned inwards.] Parasites that devour human memory...?

[memoryboxes]

That's right. I'm not sure when I caught it, but it's been with me for a while now. Eating memories is how it stays alive.

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

I have never heard of such a thing... until now. [He mused in a soft, grave tone, shutting his eyes briefly.]

When we first met - and now, sitting before you - I sensed that something was not right. [After a moment, he lowered his head slightly, supposing he might have been too bold in his admission.] ...I'm sorry.