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

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Re: Bil

[universal_charm]

Kirk had never seen someone so blue before, but the way he was sauntering around? It screamed that he knew something. Oh, he knew something and was enjoying knowing something while the rest of them fumbled around for answers and that made the bile rise in the back of his throat.

He walked over, brow dark as a thunder cloud.

"Hello."

Short, clipped, not looking to make friends.

[biliruben]

"Captain, you really mustn't glare like that. It's hardly diplomatic of you." The soldiers looked a bit agitated. This could be another angry draftee, ready to strike at anyone. But Bil remained unbothered.

[universal_charm]

Not anyone - a certain someone, but he kept that in check. He was well aware he was not the strongest amongst the group, not by a long shot, and starting a brawl wouldn't do them any good, not right now. He wanted to though.

"Sorry, I wasn't to sure how diplomacy worked on this planet."

[biliruben]

"It starts with a smile." He set his cane in front of him, leaning forward on it, back and forth. "I realize you're terribly upset about the situation, but you must try and keep a stiff upper lip about it."

[universal_charm]

"I'm supposed to be happy and 'keep a stiff upper lip' about being forced to fight a war for the dicks who kidnapped us?" he snarled, anger flaring bright in those baby blues.

[biliruben]

"You're fighting your own war, which you inherited the moment you entered this world, with the assistance of the individuals who ensured you were not captured by murderous cultists minutes after you first arrived, then proceeded to place you in one of the safest enclosures in the entire world to live with the luxury of safety that the outside world does not possess. So yes, in a manner of speaking, I absolutely agree."

[universal_charm]

"I didn't ask to come to this world. Before I woke up here, I was on my ship, with my crew, heading out on our own mission. No one, as far as I know, asked to be here. So excuse me for not being to grateful," he said, fuming. "Oh, and I like it even less, getting poked with needles and having things grafted onto my back without my consent. Last I checked, that's a violation of every sentient right throughout the galaxy."

[biliruben]

Bil stared at Kirk for a long time, flabbergasted. "... you think we did all that? Goodness gracious, who told you all that?"

[universal_charm]

"No one is exactly coming up with answers, unless you want to enlighten me?" he challenged.

[biliruben]

Bil tutted, then turned to the side and allowed his own blue wings to wiggle. "Captain, you may notice that I have wings. These soldiers have wings. There is, in fact, not a person in this world that does not have them. Most of us would quite like to not have them. Goodness, why would we give our soldiers wings, when we know well how vulnerable they make them? We did not graft wings on you, nor did we abduct you from your world. Our organization is very much dedicated to reversing all of that."

[universal_charm]

He blinked, honestly not expecting that answer. He had just been so ready to blame anyone and everyone that... well, it had not occurred to him at all. It didn't explain the getting the kidnapped and poked. But, yeah, okay, off his game here wasn't he.

He glared at the other, but sighed, seeming to cool some.

"Sorry," he grated, crossing his arms. "Just... I don't like this."

[biliruben]

"None of us do, my boy. It's a terrible situation for all people involved."

[universal_charm]

"Why is this even going down? What? Religious disbelief?" he asked, trying to keep his mind off being angry and still wanting to punch that blue face.

[biliruben]

"What, the oncoming battle? The cultists are nihilistic madmen who think that permanent death is preferable to endless cycles of life on this planet. They're unreasonable brutes."