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

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ don't worry pal he doesn't like it any better than you do, barnaby's a Personal Space sort of guy, but he's in hero-mode right now, and it's the quickest, most efficient way. not to mention he feels a little bad, makin' this guy hobble all the way back like that. with kain's arm slung over his shoulder, barnaby holds onto his wrist to keep him stable and starts off again.

he'd, you know, ask your name or something but. it'd be kind of rude, given the current situation. the guy can't talk, and barnaby isn't really the best lip reader so.

at least they're close to camp. already hecan hear the distant echo of voices down the corridor. ]

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[That's fine with Kain, he'll be willing to answer anything... once they're in a safer location and he has his hands free. For now he puts all his effort into walking. The support helps, much as he wouldn't want to admit it. At least it doesn't seem like it'll be a long walk.]

[mindgooshed.livejournal.com]

[ talkative and loudmouth, eh? the journey back to base is uneventful, save for a few alarming tremors and the faroff sounds of fighting in the tunnels.

but barnaby pays them no mind. soon enough he's depositing kain into the hands of the medics. and considering his power is spent for the next thirty or forty minutes, he tugs off his helmet and shakes out his hair and accepts a tall glass of crisp, cold water. ]

Take care.

[dragoon-pride.livejournal.com]

[Kain nods a reply, getting his writing things out as they're tending to him.]

The same to you. My thanks again.