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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[imatreenow]

[While the chance to drown himself in bloodshed is one he'll seize without qualm, Mithos is less pleased about being forced into close quarters with so many others. He keeps to himself, watching silently and without interest from the fringes.

He had already procured the only provision he'll need - his Cruxis Crystal. This is not arrogance, but truth. With this, he can cease being himself - a mixture of blood from those he hates - and become a god. Right now, he needs as much distance from himself as he can grasp. Distance from anyone he knows here, too, which he hopes will be granted by his altered appearance. He can do nothing about those from his world, but he can at least hold himself away from those who know him only in Luceti.]

[theboywiththebook]

[Now, doesn't this look like someone very familiar. Seriously, Henry had been watching this blond haired guy for a little bit when he first caught notice of that ridiculous spandex strange crystal on his chest.

When his curiosity has taken the better of him, the boy approaches the man, looking up.]

Do I know you?

[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.]

[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]

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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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]

[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?]

[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]

[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.]

[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...

[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!

[falenandawn]

[Freyjadour was just making his way back from the infirmary, still a bit dazed from the fading migraine, when he spotted a man who looked oddly familiar. It's enough to make him stop in his tracks, trying to place where he'd seen him before. Perhaps it was just the headache getting to him, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he knew that face.

And those wings. He was sure he had seen something like them, before.]

[imatreenow]

[He notices Frey from out of the corner of his eye, but he pointedly keeps his gaze forward. Throughout the day he's discovered that he's more recognizable than he thought - more recognizable than he used to be in this form. He's been trying to seek out the most sparsely populated areas of this wedge of the terrace, but with so many people around, such a place is fleeting.]

[falenandawn]

[Too bad for Mithos that while Freyjadour would normally let such thing pass for the sake of politeness, the nagging curiosity combined with the still lingering haze in his head makes for very odd choices on Frey's part.]

...Excuse me? Have we met before?

[imatreenow]

[Apprehension knots inside him as he turns his gaze to Frey, settling into a glare.] ...I do not waste my time on inferior beings. [Suddenly, he's stabbed by the realization that Frey had seen his Cruxis Crystal, at the hot springs. He can't hide what is plainly visible on his chest.]

[falenandawn]

[The words are familiar, too.

...As is that jewelry. What in the world....?] Pardon me.... but, are you perhaps... [No, they might not know Mithos.... Ah. Perhaps he could ask about the crystal.]

Is that a Cruxis Crystal?

[shiningbinds]

[When first Kratos notices Mithos, it is out of the corner of his eye. He tenses. His mind races. How is he in that form? Had the Malnosso truly been foolish enough to give Mithos his Cruxis Crystal for this draft?

But there's more than the racing thoughts in Kratos' mind. There's the slight pang of fear, the urge to drop his gaze and kneel before the one who he had addressed as "Lord" for so long. It's not as if he would enjoy such a thing, but it's what he had done for so long. It's almost seared into him, a habit that never truly goes away.

Instead of giving into that habit, he begins to turn away. There's no point in getting into a confrontation.]

[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.]

[imatreenow]

[No, he supposes there is nothing left to say, nothing left to do, because what has been said cannot be unsaid and what has been done cannot be undone. Perhaps he just wants to draw guilt from Kratos like water from the ground.] Aside from perishing at my hand?