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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[touchofrogue]

Rogue frowned a little, "Don't worry. I think I could still manage ta point it in the right direction."

[snikting]

"What a relief." He wasn't relieved. "So what are you plannin' on packin'?"

[touchofrogue]

"Somethin' short range an' somethin' long range. I haven't decided yet."

[snikting]

"You gonna be on the move or you plannin' on picking a spot to pick them off from?"

[touchofrogue]

Right, Rogue. Get your priorities in order. "On the move, most likely. Though I was plannin' on being with the team."

[snikting]

He nodded. "Then there's your answer. Don't bring anything that's gonna slow us down."

[touchofrogue]

She snapped gloved fingers, "There goes my plans for a bazooka."

[snikting]

"Bazooka-eyes ain't here, we'll just have to make do with the little things."

[touchofrogue]

Bazooka-eyes, huh? "That's a new one."

Rogue picked up a handgun and tested its weight. "How was the mission?"

[snikting]

Logan leaned against a support beam, watching as she picked a weapon, but offering no commentary about her choices.

"Plenty of action. Had a few close calls. 'Ro came back a bit banged up, but it ain't nothing a little doctoring won't fix."

[touchofrogue]

She set the gun back down and glanced at Logan, "Did she go see Mia?"

[snikting]

"When I saw Mia, she wasn't exactly a hundred percent."

[touchofrogue]

"She took some medicine; she should be better now. Who did Ororo go ta see?"

[snikting]

"Didn't ask." It wasn't out of a lack of concern for Ororo. It's just that he knew they were never short of people who could patch people up and she wasn't in so bad of shape she couldn't move herself around. So being the one in good shape, it was his job to check up on the team.

[touchofrogue]

She rolled her eyes and the faintest flicker of a shadow touched her mouth. "'course not."

Rogue returned her attention to the guns in front of her, picking one up with care. "I hate this, ya know," she said quietly. "I'll do what I have to, you don't have to worry about that. I just... wanted to say it for the record."

Because she couldn't show any hesitation in front of Kurt or Mia or Ororo. She knew what she had to do; she knew the Cultists had to be killed. But this was Kurt's first draft, and he'd have to have that innocence stripped from him all over again, or try to stick it out like Storm had and...

[snikting]

He liked being here. For once, he felt useful. The war was getting old, but it beat idle days in Luceti. Funny to think he'd joined Xavier because he was tired of war. Now it seemed to be the only thing that satisfied him. But he knew that the others weren't wired that way. He hoped they never would be.

"I know." He stared up at one of the racks, examining the plethora of deadly weapons just waiting to be used. "How'd the elf handle it his last time around?"

[touchofrogue]

"...the last time around, our first time was in the swamps. It was bad." He may have heard of it from one of the MSFers on one of his missions. She sure hadn't said anything. That had been the one draft 'Lucetians' had lost.

"We got separated towards the end; we both did what we had to."

[snikting]

He'd heard talk. Lucetians had a big reputation, but their failure at the jungle was notable. Logan had been in that same jungle just a few days ago. Even on the outskirts, he could see why they would have lost.

"And after?"

[touchofrogue]

"He was... pretty beat up. We both were," which was something she'd not say to anyone else, but she didn't guard her life, her heart, or her words nearly as closely around Logan. "He had to stay in the clinic for a while after. And... it hit him real hard. He felt like a murderer."

Will he have to live through that again?

[snikting]

Murderer. Logan knew that he'd done some shady things in those memories he'd forgotten. Maybe not the specifics, but it didn't matter. He'd committed murder. Out of revenge, he killed the man who murdered his father. It wasn't war. Just hatred and anger. And it sure wasn't the last time it would happen.

"There's no tellin' what we'll be walkin' into. But there might be a chance of sparing him that."

[touchofrogue]

Rogue knew the difference between war and murder. She knew the difference because it was written on her soul, engraved with Kurt's scream and the sound of stone shattering. Killing was killing. Dead was dead. But war wasn't murder.

"I hope so," she said quietly. "I know Ororo's managed ta stick to what she believes in. Maybe with all of us backin' him up, Kurt will be able to hold on to that too."

Gawd, she hoped he would. For his sake. Kurt didn't need to know this stain.

[snikting]

"Maybe. But there ain't no use worrying about it now. Getting back alive. That comes first."

He holstered his weapons and turned to leave.

"Don't stay out too long. We'll need to talk team strategy at the barracks."