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.

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[sketchingideals]

[It's the wings that grab Jeb's attention, but it's the hair, the eyes, the saddening dread of why is he familiar in his gut that keeps him watching. He's already tense over being drafted--especially with what happened last time--but this only makes it worse. That man looks too familiar, and Jeb has to wonder if a certain person has aged in the other direction now. That wondering only helps to make the saddening dread grow.]

[theboywiththebook]

[Glancing at the table, he nods as he moves to set it down. His gaze turns back to the pack she's working on before he takes a seat in front of her.]

Are you a doctor or something, Professor?

[It seemed like it, considering all the medical supplies she was sticking in. He can only perk an eyebrow at the strange jelly candies she seems to be putting in. Could it be for morale or something?]

[frost_jewel]

[As she can't risk a verbal answer at the moment, Mia shakes her head no in as controlled a way as possible. Is there body language for 'no, but it passes'? She can't think of any.

After a few breaths, though, the nausea breaks and moves away again.]

I don't know what's going on.

[revolutionarygirl]

[Back home, Utena was probably known for her stretching in odd angles while she was in equally odd places. She's doing the same here, balancing herself on her hands as she stretches upside down. She's never been drafted, and she's not entirely pleased by this. Fighting in the duels back home was one thing (and she didn't really enjoy that either), but actual combat? She's not sure how to handle this, really.

But hey, she's had a really good teacher in Luceti! She's glad that Mithos had been willing to teach her, even after that awkwardness around Valentine's Day. Come to think of it, she hasn't seen Mithos around lately...

It's around this part of her pondering that she catches sight of pink wings nearby. Wings that aren't like any of the wings anyone in Luceti have... Utena's not even sure they're wings. They seem unreal, in a way. Unfortunately, she gets so caught up in her thoughts that she loses her balance, falling to the floor ungracefully.] Oof!

[imatreenow]

[He looks down, unruffled, maintaining the illusion of unfamiliarity.] I don't associate with inferior beings.

[He realizes that the differences are shrinking between how he usually looks and how he looks now, but he hopes it is still enough to prevent others from recognizing him.]

[imatreenow]

[He notices Jeb, and he doesn't let his gaze linger for long. Jeb is one of the last people he wants to see, after everything that had happened while he was cast back in time. The memories are too raw, too deafening - memories of shared time, smiles, a warm feeling of comfort and safety. He turns away sharply, purposefully, and moves away slowly as if he had been heading in that direction all along.]

[imatreenow]

[With his enhanced senses he can pick up even the smallest sounds through the general din of the area, and he flicks his gaze over to see the familiar girl sprawled across the floor. He watches with no more interest than anything else, but his lip curls in distaste.]

[eyesofstrength]

Bil does indeed have nothing to fear from Leonhardt, he's not one to do harm to someone who is unarmed without a damn good reason to. Bil has yet to provide such a reason. That doesn't mean Leonhardt trusts the man, far from it really.

"I never found such things to be helpful, though some may. Or it may get you attacked with how some feel about the Malnosso. I truly cannot understand that when cooperation in battle is going to benefit all of us far more."

Not to mention that the fact that one can get far more with being polite than making threats. People will say almost anything out of fear, even lies to please the one giving threats.

[revolutionarygirl]

[Utena's quick to sit herself back up, looking the man's direction now. Wait a second, was he looking at her? And what's with that scowl? Now that she's getting a better look at him, he does look familiar.]

Hey...

[sketchingideals]

W-Wait!

[Speaking before thinking. But this familiar person, the saddening dread--he can't ignore it. He's reminded of Mithos, and he feels like his fears are just being confirmed when the man turns away.]

Don't go just yet. Please.

[imatreenow]

[His eyes remain cold as stone.] Who are you to address me?

[revolutionarygirl]

[That attitude's familiar, too.]

Hey, what gives? I was just curious about your wings!

[theboywiththebook]

[That...sounded really cold and if not a bit rude. Henry of course will give him a look that is both perplexed and maybe a bit offended.]

What does that even mean?

[imatreenow]

[He turns slowly, showing no spark of recognition. He looks down on Jeb as one would a stain.] I do not pay heed to the requests of inferior beings. [All the while, a mantra in his head: don't see who I am, don't recognize me, just leave me alone.]

[sketchingideals]

...what makes me inferior? [Because the way this guy's acting isn't making Jeb's suspicions go away. He has to know. He has to know. Has he lost his friend? Has the progress washed away, even though he knew it probably would right from the start?]

[imatreenow]

It means that I do not care to waste my time with mere vermin, so there is no reason I would know you, nor you me. [Each word is cold, steel, precise.]

[reminded]

[He wouldn't have guessed, looking at some of these things. That stack of little gummies, for one.]

Would you like a hand? It looks like you have quite a few to get through.

[theboywiththebook]

[Wow, okay that was very harsh. Harsh enough to make Henry do a double take. That was...just plain evil right there.

But that voice...he's sure he's heard it. The hair, the eyes...he has to squint harder. It's on the tip of his tongue but it's not quite there.

Completely ignoring what the man just says, Henry's just going to answer.]

I do know you.

[complicatedliar]

She managed to catch Loki's eye. He wondered what she might have heard; he'd done his best to keep his condition private, and he didn't think Stark and Jane had advertised his involvement in the project overly much.

One eyebrow went up in inquiry, though he didn't approach yet.

[complicatedliar]

Indeed. Though here I imagine they will do well enough for themselves here. [And if not? Not really his problem.]

The dead rose, thanks to an infection of some sort. [The ward seamlessly settles on to her. He's satisfied with it.] Having to kill everything twice became very tiresome.

[complicatedliar]

"I should hope that would be the case, considering I'd wager my intellect against any of theirs," he said dryly. "Really, why is that?"

[wildbluevagner]

Right... the Shifters. [He says with a slight fear.] They could be a problem.

But, uh... radios, huh? Those could be handy.

[not_a_troll]

Allow Loki to lean in close, really close, obnoxiously close, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"We met, I am sure we did." He mutters softly, narrowing his eyes slightly. "You think so too, yes? Of course, after we have established if we have met before or not we will discuss your blue complexion"

[alloys]

[ Leaving for the draft marked one of the few times that Tony had left the house in almost two weeks. He wasn't eager to face Lucetians who might have a piece or two to give him about the failure of his project, but he was tired of hiding. It was time to face things, and the draft gave him little choice in the matter. He'd have to suit up, physically and mentally, whether he liked it or not.

After grabbing a bite in the mess hall, he paces around the roads of their assigned sector for much of day. He's restless, and didn't want to go request his armor until he absolutely had to. He diligently keeps a pad of paper and a pen in his pocket at all times, ready to answer questions if asked. He wanted to touch base with familiar faces, too, to reassure them his head was in this. He was done messing up. This time. he would make sure he didn't have any regrets. ]

[biliruben]

"Something like that. They're no longer viable for experiments."