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

[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?

[herotypical]

Well? For starters, this wasn't my first choice of makeover.

[selfhelp]

I can't imagine it being anyone's last choice, even. I get your point though.

[herotypical]

He's stronger than last time. And possibly even more fanatical.

[selfhelp]

Just... what are they trying to do? I don't really understand the point of any of this. Is it just senseless murder?

[Because if that's the case then he'll understand it even less than he does now.

[herotypical]

They think they're liberating us from cycles of servitude.

[selfhelp]

...Guess you can't just talk your way out of something like that.

[No wonder they're called cultists.]

[herotypical]

...They're on the dangerously convictiony side of things, yeah. And this was a pretty rough battle for your first time on the list.

[ somehow, she manages to feel sorry about that. ]

[selfhelp]

[He smiles a bit nervously at that. Would saying "I've seen worse" make her feel better or worse?]

It's okay. Witches are nice and durable, right? I mean- relatively speaking. Compared to everyday people.

[herotypical]

Depends. Do you get the nosebleeds?

[selfhelp]

...Well, I didn't until yesterday. [He scuffs a finger under his nose, scratching at the spot even though there's nothing there. The reminder makes him nervous.] I think... I used too much magic this week. My body's still trying to catch up.

[herotypical]

The same thing used to happen to...[ she looks up at him. he already knows, doesn't he? still -- she forces out the name. ] Willow.

[selfhelp]

Right... right. [He winces, leaning back a bit.] My magic... it's not Wiccan, though.