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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[reminded]

[Layton falters at the new set of droids, his alarm renewed much sooner than he would have liked. At this rate, they'll be surrounded...

He casts a quick glance around and spots an out.]

Quickly, this way!

[A narrow side street between tall buildings, closer in feeling to an alleyway than the open space they're in now. If the droids give chase, then at least they'll be coming from a single direction... no more surprises permitting. Layton breaks into a run, leaving Saori no time to argue.]

[windandrain]

[Well, if he's off running, then yea she doesn't have a whole lot of choice. Given that you're the one she wants to help, Professor, she rushes off after you. The droids do follow though. Into a narrow alley wide enough for maybe two or three at a time. It's blocked at the end, but that's just fine. A few yards from the end, Saori whirls to face the machines, sword gripped and eyes delighted.]

As good a place as any.

[reminded]

[Layton stops and sets his passenger down at the end of the way, adjusting his hat as he turns and draws his pipe. The droids march in at their own pace unhurried like a wall closing in. A little faith, Saori said... He has no choice but to give it to her. He raises his weapon to a steely en garde.]

I'm with you, Miss Kimura.

[windandrain]

[She flourishes her weapon, taking a defensive stance with the upraised blade bared at the enemy. One-Two-Three, she takes quick advancing steps to meet them, avoiding magic in the tight space. The droids rush in and the melee begins!]

[reminded]

[Layton rushes to join her, stifling the feeling of uncertainty niggling at the back of his mind. He narrowly ducks the first blow to come, hand on hat, and sweeps at the droid's legs. The slight buckle he had optimistically hoped for doesn't come; instead, his opponent's feet fly out from under it entirely, a strange force of wind erupting from his pipe and driving it, and the droid lands on its face in an awkward crash and crumple.

Layton silently wonders at his pipe, but the moment doesn't last long. The next droid is upon him, and soon the next. He throws himself into the fight with well-practiced form and races to keep pace with Saori.]

[windandrain]

[Saori beams as she throws herself into the dance, one arm holding her sword, the other a fist of lightning. This, well, this was fun. The thrill of physical combat was one thing no myojin would want to live without. Laughing, she calls out over the clamor]

Enjoying yourself, Professor? I hope you don't mind my gift!

[reminded]

I find it quite agreeable, thank you. [He sends a droid flying catapult-like into more up ahead. It would be too much to say that he finds the fight enjoyable, but it is a bit fun to land a blow and get such spectacular results.] Have I ever mentioned how grateful I am that we met on good terms?

[windandrain]

[She kicks out, knocking one machine down and severing it's head neatly with one stroke of her sword.]

You have not, but that's nice to know. I'm glad to have met you too, Professor.

[reminded]

The pleasure is truly all mine.

[And then quickly, the sound of aircraft roars into existence. Sweeping gunfire rains down on the droids gathered in the main street, battering them down by sheer force of impact. As he watches the MSF plane jet by, Layton notices a face watching intently from a high building window. A cultist...]

There! [He points. Not too dramatically, so as to avoid attention.] The one controlling the droids... or one of them, as may be the case.

[windandrain]

[Saori nods and takes a step back, letting the Professor take the front and unslinging her bow.]

Keep them from me, and I will deal with him.

[There's an eerie light in her eyes as she draws the weapon, and an air of menace. She hates shifters.]

[reminded]

Understood.

[He advances, sidestepping a blow and swinging his pipe like a bat. Droids are bowled over, and he makes his stand for as long as Saori needs him to.]

[windandrain]

[She pulls back her shot, lines it up carefully, exhales...and fires. The arrow flies true, pinning the shifter to a wall by his throat. The droids begin to shudder and collapse...]

[reminded]

[Layton doesn't care to witness the arrow finding its target, but he watches anyway as it vanishes into the building. He takes the sudden lifeless surrender of the droids as a bid in favor of Saori's marksmanship. He relaxes as the alleyway settles into relative stillness, but not for long -- the mechanical beat of droid feet not too far off means more are on their way.

He straightens his hat and heads back to pick up his wounded ward.] Let's be off.

[windandrain]

Yes, we really should be going.

[She shoulders her bow and offers the Professor a nod. Before they keep moving, she wards the area behind them in case the enemy gets particularly speedy and follows. Clearly he knew where the nearest safe-zone was, and the wounded man needed an infirmary. Healing...well, that was not something a storm did well.]

[reminded]

[He charts a path away from the line of fire until they can move past the slowly retreating Malnosso forces. As they trudge down the deserted street, the sounds of battle become gradually distant. A relative silence settles in except for their footfalls, Layton's measured breath, and the occasional crackle and report of the soldier's radio. The nearest camp won't be too far off.]

[windandrain]

[She's grateful for the reprieve, in all honesty. She enjoys the thrill of battle to be sure, but the calm just after a storm's broken and the silence in it's wake are holy things. From time to time she looks around, checking for trouble but never says a word until they reach a camp.

Silence in victory, to honor the spirit of battle.]

[reminded]

[As they come upon their destination, they cross paths with reinforcements headed out in the direction they just came from. Hopefully, they'll have better luck.

The medical bay is modest and hastily put together, a temporary arrangement for a hopefully temporary circumstance. A medic hurries to direct Layton to a free cot where he can set his passenger down, and once done, he steps back to give the medic room to work. The wounded soldier looks pale. He hopes they made it in time...]