I've been chillin' out on a star with my 5 star view

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: The space battle commences
When: After 3PM on the 19th to the 23rd
Where: In Space! On the Moon!
Summary: The battle finally begins! First there's asteroids to take down, then we finally arrive!
Rating: SPACE

MORE SPACE

All the details you need are here, so read up on it. This didn't get mentioned before, but you can tag the cultists instead of killing them. Details on this are on a previous draft post. Using the scanners are optional!

There will be a thread for interacting with NPCs, but they may not all go up at once, so keep an eye out for them.

Note: A log for the events in the village will go up on the 21st, in time for the hurricane and droid incursion.

Comments

twenty-third. fucking post button I wasn't done yet

[selfhelp]

[When she'd first been brought in, he'd felt distress, worry, and something akin to what a kid who's just been told that Santa Claus isn't real must feel. A childhood idol, one he could always count on to win or stand strong at the end of each episode, taken down like this. It's disheartening, and for a while he hadn't wanted to look at her, unwilling to shatter that dream.

But when it's quiet, when there's nothing else to distract him, he goes over to her bedside and sides down to watch her, finally letting that concern and fear overtake that selfish desire to hold her on some kind of fictional pedestal. He stretches out his hands at first, hovering them over her, chanting quietly under his breath.

"IwanthertohealIwanthertohealIwanthertoheal."

But there's nothing; no spark, no soothing blue light, no magic. He's run dry, and even the attempt makes him feel dizzy, so he's forced to give up after a moment and go back to merely watching her.

It's then that he realizes something, sitting quietly at her side, at some point gaining the courage to reach out and take her hand in a weak attempt at comfort. She's more than just the vampire slayer now. She's more than a costume, a role, a tv show. She'd caught him that first night, guided him, talked with him. She'd opened her house to him in order to share a morning of popcorn-fueled indulgence. She's... she's a friend.

She was real.

And he's going to be there for her, when she'ss ready to wake up. He owes her that much for how he'd been acting, even if she doesn't know it.]

wtf akai i teared up. my feelings. ;;

[herotypical]

[ images haunt the corners of her mind. feathers and clinical white linens. a golden locket. blood. the blood's unavoidable. sometimes, she feels like she's choking on it.

at one point, she wakes herself up with a torrent of coughing. buffy summers struggles for a breath. she hasn't even opened her eyes. not yet. but there is a name glued to the back of her throat: ] Jack?

[ her fingers tighten -- someone's holding her hand? it must be sparrow; of course he's there. so she cracks open an eye and... ]

O-oh. [ she tries to sit up. too fast. ] Billy?

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

[selfhelp]

[Billy feels a sudden rush of guilt when she speaks - for touching her without permission, for not being able to help, for not being Jack, whoever he is - and he starts to withdraw his hand, unsure about whether or not she'd want him doing that. He does reach out to try and stop her from rising, though, his concern evident on his expression.]

Don't- don't try to get up. You're still hurt.

[herotypical]

Ugh.

[ she flops back down with a wince and a frustrated sigh. stuck in bed is not where she wants to be. ] What...what day is it? [ dear lord. is that her own voice? it doesn't sound very strong. how embarrassing. ]

[selfhelp]

[Billy threads his fingers together, a little awkward, but still watching her to keep an eye out for any change in her demeanor. The last thing they need is something else going wrong and her passing out on them. It's been rough for a while now.]

It's the 23rd. The draft's almost over, I think. It's starting to quiet down out there.

[Which is of course the perfect time for something to hit the ship, causing a rumble and a slight tremor.]

...Relatively speaking, I mean.

[herotypical]

[ she steadies herself. tenses her muscles against that turbulence. ow.

all buffy knows for certain is that she ought to be out there. and that she doesn't want to acknowledge her own injuries. so: ] What're you in here for? Are you a helper or are you the helped?

[selfhelp]

Ah... a bit of both.

[Billy shifts a hand to rest against his side, offering up a reluctant smile.]

I took a hit yesterday - ripped my suit - and... I guess I ran out of magic getting myself back to the ship without exploding or something. Whatever happens to you in space without a suit. I passed out, and I haven't been able to cast a spell since.

[His hands twist together again, wincing.]

I tried to heal you, but I couldn't... I couldn't do anything. Sorry.

[herotypical]

[ she sighs once more. everything hurt -- it's an oddly novel sensation, really. it inspired her to move as little as possible. ]

Don't sweat it. Seriously. I heal pretty fast on my own, just...guess this was a pretty significant beating. [ she tries to smile; she thinks better of it. ]

But I am sorry to hear about your mojo running low. You? You should rest. [ what a laughable suggestion from a broken slayer. ]

[selfhelp]

It's okay. It's... kind of eye-opening, actually. I've never run out of magic before. [He smiles weakly, glancing down at his hands.] I slept half the day already, though. I think I just need to wait it out.

[herotypical]

Recharge your engines. That's all.

Did any of the Shifters trouble you? [ she has an amazing talent for sounding concerned for someone else's wellbeing while basically being pulverized herself. ]

[selfhelp]

I think that's what got me. Honestly, I don't really remember- I kind of blacked out for a while.

[He's noticing this shift in topic, though, so he'll try to turn the tables.]

What about you?

[herotypical]

Old enemies and new friends, I guess. Always hassle.

[selfhelp]

Is it like this all the time? These drafts, I mean. It's...

[...Brutal. It's a war, just like everyone said.]

[herotypical]

Maybe it's just the minor hospitalization of me speaking, but this one seemed particularly bad. No feet on the ground. New Shifters. The...General.

[selfhelp]

The general? [That sounds rather official... and somewhat intimidating.]

[herotypical]

The leader of the Third Party's forces. Very bad news.

[selfhelp]

...Is he the one who...? [He gestures vaguely. Someone incredibly powerful had to have played a part in this.]

[herotypical]

Yeah. [ a pained sigh. ] Trust me, I more than earned it the last time him and me met.

[selfhelp]

...If it's because you beat him, I think you'd be pretty justified. [He glances around, noting all the wounded in the infirmary, as well as the battle still raging distantly outside.] Just look at all that's happened...

[herotypical]

It's because I...[ own the word, slayer. use it. don't shy away. ] Killed him. Last time.

[selfhelp]

[He. Should probably say something supportive and profound to that. Because it's not like he didn't know that she was willing to kill already.

It's... just that... it was never real before.

So all he manages is:]

...Oh.

[Yep. Totally profound.]

[herotypical]

"Don't worry."

She picked at a bandage on her forearm. "It's old news. It happened nearly three years ago."

I reject your prose

[selfhelp]

Three years? [He sounds a little incredulous now, letting his surprise mask his feelings on the matter.] So you've both been waiting for this, then.

whoops. i didn't even realize i slipped into it. SORRY.

[herotypical]

...Kinda. Yeah. Not really the throwdown I expected, though.

it's okay, I'm just stubborn |D

[selfhelp]

Because it didn't go so well?