There'll be trouble when the kidz come out

[lucetimods]

Who: All remaining draftees
What: Zombies! Zombies! Zombies!
When: The 29th to 31st
Where: Vaskoth
Summary: Please read here for event information
Rating: B for BRRAAAIIIINSSSS

On the 29th, the Malnosso announce over the radios that the power cap will be lifted to a full 100%. Carol broadcasts a message.

On the 30th, the Malnosso declare Vaskoth completely lost. Those with radio access will discover that the enclosure is to be bombed.

On the 31st, survivors will have one last chance to evacuate or try to find the cure. 3PM is do or die.

Comments

29th - 31st

[zumo]

29th

[The power cap has reduced him back to a human being--luckily, he doesn't need his rasetsu powers in order to be an effective swordsman. Though he doesn't feel as lively during the night as he did before, the adrenaline from all the excitement is still enough to make up for any fatigue.

When Carol's announcement goes up, he begins the journey back to the MSF base after weighing his options, which are few. Fighting through the shamblers as he encounters them, he is still eagerly relishing in combat.]

30th

[As he is on foot (what the hell are automobiles anyway) and the zombie numbers aren't getting any thinner, he doesn't reach the base until late afternoon. From then on, he focuses on defending the area.

Frankly, he is a bit dehydrated by this point, but as the power cap has made him effectively human, there's no more danger of any bloodlust cropping up from this.]

31st

[Evacuation day! Not much happening today except abandoning the base and heading back to Luceti. Goddamn it, but he's almost happy to be going back. Almost.]

30th

[ahappylie]

[Being separated from the others and defending the barracks has taken its toll on him. Communications broke down somewhere along the way and Souji hasn't entirely been certain how the rest of his household, let alone the rest of the draftees have been faring. To him, each day on the draft has been endless hours of bloodshed, hours spent in a struggle that hasn't gotten any easier as more and more infected appear. His uniform is spattered and torn in some places from the struggles, but he's unharmed so far.

He's on a quick round about the base and barracks, sword out when he spots someone moving toward the barrier around the barracks. It isn't until the person gets closer that he sees who it is and he brings the sword around, wary.]

If you can hear me, respond.

[zumo]

[ His steps are a little slower than they were only a couple days ago...merely out of fatigue, however. Though in hindsight, he'll be able to understand that it could definitely make him appear to be infected from a distance.

He looks up when he hears the familiar voice (which, oddly, he is relieved to hear), and squints a little. Is it only his imagination, or is it more difficult to see now that he's been subjected to the power cap? ]

Okita. It's me.

[ahappylie]

[He never thought he'd be so thankful to hear such a familiar voice and he flicks his sword once to clean it before sheathing it. Either it's fatigue or injury that has Hijikata moving so slowly and neither is very good with the infected just around the corner. Souji jogs forward and climbs over the barrier, hurrying to Hijikata's side.]

Are you alright? The Malnosso have all but abandoned the enclosure already.

[zumo]

[ He inhales deeply as Okita nears. He doesn't want to appear quite as dejected as he feels, if possible. So, he does what he does best: ]

Tell me about it. It's a fucking nightmare. [ aka, he's completely fine! Aside from the tired. But that's not exactly unusual, either.

He squints over in the direction of the barracks, noting the barrier and...privately grateful that the power cap has made the stench of blood much weaker. ] What's the situation here? [ No nonsense whatsoever in his tone, of course. ]

[ahappylie]

[He's tired. He needs rest. Even if Hijikata wants to hide it, Okita grew up with someone who acts nearly the same and he knows that casual dismissal of concern. He knows how hard Hijikata will push himself in order to accomplish a task - even an impossible one.

As he draws close, he purses his lips together for a moment, wanting to say something but deciding better of it.]

We've been able to keep the area clear, but they come every day. The medics are working on a cure and send out parties to find survivors and... [He looks down for a moment.] ...subjects of the infection for tests.