TERRACE Draft - Day 1

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: Arrival at TERRACE
When: The first day, from 8AM to the wee hours of the night
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the first day, before the attack. Remember, characters here are not expecting an attack and are under the impression they will be going to Region 1 to fight. During this day, draftees will be restricted to T6 and T7 and not permitted access to other areas.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

Comments

[most_unwanted]

I know that the cure was essentially developed in a similar manner to a vaccine to any more standard virus... it took a few days of development, starting with a basic "proto-cure" and working from there. They have the vaccine still in the village clinic, as far as I'm aware. Just in case there's need.

[He considers for a moment, but figures it's definitely worth sharing what he knows with her.]

I have a file on the incident, I'd be willing to share that when we return. Or any of the previous draft files, if you're interested. Looking them over as a whole, you really do gain an appreciation for how random it all is.

[heartofthematter]

[...

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Diamond thinks he's got it.]

Add another line? [If it doesn't work one way, just add on. That's how he sees it.]

oh no ofc not

[heartofthematter]

[Heheh. That's not a bad one. Let's raid.



Is it really raiding if Dia doesn't really want to eat this in the first place? Can you call it "settling for second best" instead? It's settling for second best. Whatever.]

I couldn't sleep when I first got to Luceti, but it's completely different than that now. [yeah it's battle nerves]

[mischiefbreeder]

[...Yeugh, you're right, this food doesn't look that appealing now. You know what, Gold's gonna just gonna grab drinks to have with his snacks.]

Yeah, this place takes some gettin' used to. I had to adjust all over again to Luceti.

[herotypical]

"Her style...wasn't bad."

She and Anya hadn't always been friendly. But..."She meant a lot to the group. Scorned womanhood and all."

[complicatedliar]

"I don't think I follow."

[herotypical]

"Sorry. I just mean...that was kind of her job. Finding scorned women and enacting vengeance on their behalf. Really bloody work."

[descrier]

[ She isn't surprised that Mulder has his own case of the X-Files here. In fact, she's grateful. It makes her own research much easier without having to ask constantly on the network. ]

I would appreciate that. It would help immensely if I could catch up on what's happened here previous to my arrival, even if it will makes as little of sense to me as it does to you. Still... it could be a way of leading us closer to finding out why all of us are here. Malnosso included.

Would you happen to have sufficient information on a few of the other factions known to us, as well?

[imatreenow]

[A knowing smirk.] Its power stretches beyond what you could possibly even imagine.

[imatreenow]

[He senses Kratos's mana before he sees him. His eyes flash dangerously, scanning his surroundings until they land on the familiar retreating back.]

I would expect no less from you. [He says it quietly, but Kratos should have no trouble hearing the words.]

[shiningbinds]

[Kratos stops in his tracks, because he does indeed hear him. It's too late to retreat now that Mithos has sensed him. He was a fool to believe that perhaps he would pass by Mithos' radar. He looks behind his back--seems as if he has a little bit of nerve.]

Is there something else you'd wish for me to do? [In defiance, because even if the events have not completely transpired for him, there's still very little left of their relationship of leader and right-hand man.]

[falenandawn]

....I've seen wings like this, once before, actually. [Frowning a little.] On someone who told me about such things.

[Well... whose younger self had told him about such things.]

[folklorist]

They have anti-shift technology that can cancel out a person's otherworldly powers. So it's sometimes necessary to, ah, bring another means of fighting with you.

[reminded]

Er... as in another row or column?

[He's not sure he heard that right.]

[failguardian]

Wh...what?!

[Is he joking? It's really hard to tell.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[It's so difficult when people take him seriously.]

What? [He looks at her blankly.] Don't you want to find out what makes those Cultists tick? It can be a very rewarding experiment!

[failguardian]

No way! I don't want to go poking around dead bodies!

[fourthgenerationprincess]

Like magic? Or... flying?

[ Neither sounds like much fun. ]

[16autumnroad]

They raised an army of the dead, as well as a bunch of clones with the ability to impersonate our own soldiers. Making us fight people we loved and respected, infiltrating our ranks... [He's still angry at the tactic, the past week nowhere near enough distance when he's been keeping most things to himself. He aches from fighting Asuma and from losing a friend and two men who were like uncles. And he's talking now. The bitterness in Chouji's voice fades away into something dull and quiet when he continues.]

Well over fifty percent in less than two days. The casualty rate. [No one can make it through odds like that without loss. Even if Chouji doesn't say who, he trusts Masaomi to infer that Shikamaru has someone to grieve for. Add into that Shikamaru's strong sense of responsibility, and the death toll weighs even more heavily.]

[16autumnroad]

[It takes a lot to earn Chouji's dislike, usually, but he doesn't tolerate insults or disrespect to his friends. That's the quickest way to make him angry.]

What should do once we've salvaged the ingredients? [He's as quiet as possible, trying to keep anyone from overhearing. Chouji wonders where the seasonings are hiding; pickings are probably slim, but any spices would improve this food. Furtive glances toward other cooks' workstations seem to be the next order of business, Chouji's hands never stopping in the practiced motion of slicing vegetables as he scans the room.] Any idea what you'd like to make?

[imatreenow]

You speak as if I should care.

[imatreenow]

[I don't blame you. So many others had. They asked why he had let himself become what he had. They asked why he couldn't piece himself back together. It was all on him, and not on anyone else. But Jeb... He hides how powerfully those words affect him. He wants it to mean nothing to him, absolutely nothing, just like everything else.]

You must think yourself a fountain of wisdom. [Bitter, cutting, insincere because he's afraid to commit.]

[imatreenow]

[He just smirks.] Nor can they control my actions here.

[falenandawn]

...You remind me of him, that is why I asked. [Frowning a bit.

In both attitude and looks....]

[complicatedliar]

"...I will guess at this point that she wasn't an ordinary human. That's not the sort of job humans seem to have."