TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

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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[xenamorphs]

[Knock them down? Hrmph. That depends.]

-I assume you won't mind if I wound their legs, at least?-

[wildbluevagner]

I- I guess that wouldn't be too bad. Just aim for... the most victory with the least bloodshed, yeah?

[xenamorphs]

[She considers telling him to get lost. That he was being an idiot.

Unfortunately, she couldn't. Because he was right. She knew, logically, that he was. And she didn't want to acknowledge that, because she also knew that, when it really came down to it, she didn't care.

But she would in a week. Two weeks. A month. She would care about the fact that she didn't care now. And that was what really bothered her.]

-... Fine. Can you get me onto the next ship?-

[wildbluevagner]

That'll depend on how close it is. This baby can kind of only go two miles.

[xenamorphs]

-Hey, that's two miles more than I can go. Just get me to the next ship that comes close to the island and we can clean them up. Non-lethally, even.-

[wildbluevagner]

There - now that doesn't sound so hard, does it? [And one that can be enacted soon - another airship seems to be entering the range.]

I think we found our ride? Just grab... [He looks over the... creature, and wonders where to grab.] Huh.

[xenamorphs]

[She chuckles and reaches out one hand- One of the few parts of her arm that isn't covered in blades- to grasp his shoulder.]

-Don't worry, these guys seem to have an instinct for not stabbing anything by accident.-

[wildbluevagner]

How very considerate of natural selection.

[He says with an uncertain grin as he grips the hand, and... bamf! Teleporting over into the next airship.]

[xenamorphs]

[Well, that was just the most disorienting thing...

Oh, dear. No time. Cultists are coming toward them. She leaps into battle, but turns aside the blade from the first cultist's neck at the last moment, instead cuffing his head with the flat of her wrist-blade before swiping at a wing. One wing wouldn't be lethal, right?]

[wildbluevagner]

[It's still no walk in the park - and enough to make Kurt wince. But he stands by his word; he teleports onto the back of the weakened Cultist to try applying his Scanner.]

[xenamorphs]

[Well, that wasn't so hard. She was going for wing shots anyway, and only hitting one instead of two was certainly faster, so if it would appease Kurt, she'd deal with it for now.

As long as none of the wounded survivors attacked them or the other draftees, she'd be fine.]

-So why the Ghandi thing?-

[wildbluevagner]

[Things seemed to be going relatively smoothly so far. His Scanner just wouldn't be able to last forever with its charge.]

I don't know if I'm call myself a Gandhi. But I was taught to use my abilities to help people. Lethal force... it's never been on the menu. And I don't want to order it anytime soon.