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TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

Who: All Draftees
What: All hell breaks loose
When: From the 27th to the 1st.
Where: TERRACE!
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post covers the second to sixth day! Be sure to check the info post on the timeline to know what's up. At 2AM on the 27th, the attack will break out while most people are sleeping. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Some random NPC quotes about the island itself.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

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[The entire battle was a problem. Cliff learned that the hard way during his encounter with Okita the day before and the sudden, near overwhelming chaos that followed when formerly friendly units suddenly turned on them. The bandages he wore was proof of his own reckless abandon at this point. He wouldn't tolerate friends and allies getting hurt. Not on his watch.

It was why he dove into the fray as soon as he spotted Fayt having trouble with his Symbols. He knew he was going to regret it later-- but screw it.]

Hammer of Might!

[Have a friendly face via dynamic entry.]

Edited 2013-03-31 22:32 (UTC)

Cliff! [The arrival of a familiar face is welcome indeed, and there's a renewed grin on his face as Cliff's entrance clears a bit of room in the press of droids. This? This he could work with.

He makes his way to his teammate's side, sword out to clear any droids trying to get between them, though his smile fades a bit at the bandages. Five days of fighting... of course he'd be injured.]

Thanks for that. You doing alright?

Edited 2013-03-31 23:44 (UTC)

Ask that to the guy who's butt I saved. Good man, but such a moron!

[He winked. There was time for worries later, even if the pulling did smart. Business was first.]

I've been outta the loop for a bit. What's the deal on these guys?

Says the guy who looks like he got in over his head just as badly. [He takes his place behind Cliff, keeping an eye out for any droids that might take advantage of the Klausian's injury.]

There's a soldier in this mess using something like a Silence symbol. These robots are pretty durable, too, so it's slow going. I'm trying to locate the caster, but they keep dodging out of sight.

It ain't as bad as you-know-who.

[Overconfident as always, but he needed the intel to figure out a gameplan.]

A caster out there, huh? Sounds like we're gonna need one to take out the mooks and another to hunt 'im down.

[It wasn't the worst that they've had to face, but it would have been easier if they had their full team...]

Let's hope he's handling himself, too. [He glances around.]

That sounds like a plan to me. I could probably search out the soldier if you can help me get an opening and distract the droids. [He might not be as strong as Cliff, but he was fast and agile.]

...

[He's not going to answer immediately. They both knew Albel's skills, but war always carried an element of uncertainty. With what was happening, Cliff had a hunch that Albel would be in over his head if he couldn't be located...but, he wasn't 'The Wicked' for nothing.]

Let's make it quick and dirty then.

[He trusted Fayt's judgement.]

Right. [He levels his sword, eyes darting across the droids, looking for a hint of wings. He just had to find their location and follow it from there....

...and then he spots them, big, feather wings, almost hidden in the distance, behind the droids surrounding them. Hopefully they hadn't noticed yet. He could give chase if he could get through the droids fast.] I see them. You ready?

[Cliff spotted them too, and grinned.]

Any time. Stay behind me and stick close until you've got a shot. It'll be easy!

[Said the man whose movements were already slowed because of the battle. There would be plenty of time to rest and think later-- he charged.]

Alright. Let's go! [He'll follow after Cliff until he gets close enough to get at the soldier.

Cliff's wounds are worrisome, but if they could get this done, Fayt might have a chance to do something about that.]

[Cliff plowed through the droids, kicking them aside to avoid straining the healing wounds on his arms and wrecking the neat patch job that the medics provided. Silence Symbols were always a pain to run into for any team with a Symbologist, and he had become spoiled by having several around. Very spoiled, if the current battle was any indication.

He kept his attention sharp and trusted Fayt to hold his own. Cliff would have his back if there was trouble, but he didn't need to have his attention divided.]

Hey. Kid.

[He shoved aside another droid and tried to get a better look at something he caught in his periphery.]

I might've found him.

[Fayt slashes and kicks his way through the droids alongside Cliff, keeping his eyes out for anything that might stand out. The soldier shouldn't be this hard to spot, with wings that large..... When Cliff speaks up, he looks over to him to a split second, then tries to follow his gaze.]

That way?

Edited 2013-04-03 08:28 (UTC)

Yea.

[He'd charge ahead and pave the way with an Aerial Assault, but he was still recovering from his entry moments ago. Besides. Wings and swords. Fayt would ultimately have the advantage.]

Might need to restrain 'im. Stay sharp!

Right! [He pushes foward, hacking at any droid that gets in his way and aiming for their joints in hopes of stopping them or at least slowing them down as he passes.

He can see the soldier in a few moments, and putting his speed to use he dodges past a pair of robots trying to block his way as he tries to reach the fleeing shifter.] He's here...!

On it!

[There was no time. Though his head was still reeling and his body was still sore from the debacle the day before, Cliff saw no other choice...especially since he swore that he recognized that soldier.

He charged and launched himself at the soldier. This wasn't just someone to restrain, but a chance at catharsis. That soldier irritated him as much as Albel, and endangered someone that he was starting to consider a friend.]

[Fayt manages to floor the guy with a hard kick to the stomach before Cliff gets there, but when Cliff rushes past he pulls back a bit to give Cliff room to attack. He seemed... irritated?] You ok?

[A swift kick. That was all he wanted-- and he delivered.]

That guy caused me a few problems yesterday.

[Fayt's letting the butt of his sword impact with a crunch to the man's head, sending him crumpled to the ground. he's more concerned with what Cliff's saying, though.] Those wounds?

And that guy. He was a real idiot about it too.

[He really should should have taken the opening when he had a chance...but, there was no point in worrying about it now. Cliff regarded the soldier, and experimentally shuffled a foot against him.]

What do you wanna do?

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