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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[complicatedliar]

"But to what end?"

[herotypical]

"Chaos. Debauchery. Appetite. His soulless self isn't someone whose motives I try too hard to dissect, to be honest."

[complicatedliar]

"All a bit animal and boring, really." Loki shrugged. "Well, except the bit about chaos. That can be rather fun."

[herotypical]

"...Boring right up until the point where you're the recipient of all that chaos and debauchery and...appetite."

[complicatedliar]

"So if vampires are this odious, why do mortals constantly write books about them with... nauseating covers?"

[herotypical]

"...'Cause there's always gonna be that one idiot who's desperate to fall in love with a vamp."

[complicatedliar]

"Apparently there's quite a few such idiots."

[herotypical]

"And every last one of them are gonna end up with their hearts broken."

She should know; it's happened twice.

[complicatedliar]

"Better broken if also uneaten, yes?"

[herotypical]

Buffy tilted her head and revealed the scars of what must be at least two separate biting incidents on her neck. "I wouldn't know. It's been a long time since I've been unbitten."

[complicatedliar]

He leaned forward to take a better look, but made no move to touch. "Ah. But still alive and with your soul, so one assumes you... got better." He straightened, one hand coming up to rub the opposite wrist. "Scars always tell such charming stories."

[herotypical]

"You never turn with just a bite. It's a whole...co-sucking thing. Very gross."

Buffy allowed her hair to fall back into place. She was rarely ashamed of her bites, these days. Sometimes, they were cautionary tales she needed to tell. Sometimes, the proved the depth of her experience. Sometimes, she was simply in a decent mood.

Her attention flickered to his wrist, since attention had been brought to it. "I don't like them. On me, I mean. Other people can get as marked up as they want. That's their prerogative."

[complicatedliar]

"That sounds very unsanitary." Loki's lips curled with distaste. "I'd read Dracula and hoped that bit was made up."

He caught the movement of his gaze, and pulled his hand away, almost guiltily. "I'm not terribly enamored of my own. Because scars do speak of their origin, often when one would rather remain silent."

[herotypical]

"A lot of Dracula was made up. But not that part. In fact..." But Buffy trailed off, as though she thought better of finishing her sentence. Her evasion was made easier by Loki's next statement.

"Do they? I dunno. You could make up anything. I once told a guy I just got bit by an angry puppy. People will believe a whole lot of BS."

[complicatedliar]

"In fact?"

Loki shook his head. "Oh, most people will take whatever plot you give them. 'Tis easier than thinking, yes? But to one who knows how to read such things, it is very plain." He flicked a finger toward her neck. "You'd never fool me with that lie, for example. Dogs don't bite like that."

[herotypical]

"...Then let's all breathe a sigh of relief that one jerk of a frat boy was less clever on that subject than you are."

[complicatedliar]

He laughed. "If that weren't the case, I think I'd be obligated to fling myself from this fortress, yes?"

[herotypical]

Laughter. But: "So, if I'd asked about the wrist...? What lie would you have given me."

[complicatedliar]

Loki fell silent for a moment, hand going to his wrist again. His lips compressed in a thin line as he considered this, the invasion into his secrets, the potential uses and harms of it. But while he doubted Buffy would ever act as an ally of his, she seemed good to not have as an enemy, to have as a potentially neutral party should it come to that.

He carefully unlaced the gauntlet enough to push it back, and his sleeve, revealing a thin scar going around the circumference of his wrist.

"Caught it on a metal fence. Nasty business."

[herotypical]

Her eyebrows lift. She'd seen a scar like that once before -- not that long ago, really. Spike and his severed-then-reattached hand. Cut off by a psychotic Slayer. Buffy cleared her throat.

"That's what you get for climbing metal fences," she added to the mythology.

[complicatedliar]

"Chased by an angry cow. I should never have been there."

[herotypical]

"And -- pray tell -- how did you manage to piss off the cow?"

[complicatedliar]

"By accident. I fell into its enclosure and made a bit too much noise extricating myself from its feed trough. Cows are touchy about such things."

[herotypical]

"See? Now I know all I need to know about that scar. Easy peasy."

[complicatedliar]

"And I will be quite pleased if you believe just that, all told. And I shall believe you have had your neck worried by puppies."