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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[herotypical]

"I assure you that I have bloody death hidden away on my very person, Derek. Just waiting for an excuse to bear arms."

[rather_be_surfing]

"Right." Derek smiles slightly and shakes his head.

"Hopefully, you won't need it too often."

[herotypical]

"Mm," she hummed her agreement. "At least -- not in front of the girl."

[rather_be_surfing]

"Yeah."

He'll reach up to gently clasp her shoulder.

"Stay safe, all right?"

Slayer or not, Derek still preferred her, all of his friends, out of danger.

[herotypical]

She threads her fingers through his -- holding his hand in place. For a great many other people, she might have simply brushed away such a kind touch. Not Derek, though. No matter what he did or didn't remember.

"I know you already know that's like asking a fish not to swim. Or a penguin not to walk funny."

[rather_be_surfing]

He smiles a little, squeezing her fingers gently, "And you know I'll ask anyway. We are who we are."

He'll give her a gentle kiss on the forehead; it comes easy, despite the confusion of not knowing exactly who she is to him.

[herotypical]

...It was the easiest thing in the world to accept such a sweet gesture. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment -- revelling in memories and in desperate, white-edged affection.

"And beware any and all who try to change us, am I right?"

[rather_be_surfing]

He chuckles a little.

"Something like that."

He glances back behind her.

"Probably need to get back to her, I imagine. I'll be back later."

[herotypical]

"...Is that a promise, Derek Bliss?"

Gently -- reluctantly -- she let go of his hand.

[rather_be_surfing]

"As much of a promise as the battlefield will let me make, yeah."

He'll give her shoulder one more gentle squeeze before letting go.