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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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[Loki's grin broadens to a very smug one. He likes getting compliments.]

It is? Isn't it?

[He looks at her and back to the rifles again.]

I am not quite sure how to use them. I am not familiar with Midgardian weaponry. But I do know they involve pulling a trigger, a loud bang and a bullet.

Midgardian? [That's all too familiar a term after hearing it over the journals not that long ago. She points a finger at him.] Hey, you're that 'alas' guy!

Indeed! Loki from Alasgard!

[He points right back. This is the first time he has been recognized because he uses the word 'alas', mostly it is his name that does the trick.]

Is that on Mars? [No offense, M'Gann, wherever you are.

She picks up one of the rifles, checking it out and it seems perfectly functional. So do the others. They've got themselves an entire weapons cache here.]

Are you in here by yourself?

Mars? No. Asgard is one of the Nine Realms connected by the branches of Yggdrasil. Mars has nothing to do with it.

[Loki crawls after her, and watches her checking out one of the rifles.]

Aye. Are you here by yourself as well? If so, we can positively conclude that we are both here by ourselves, you see?

[Artemis blinks at him a moment.] Okay, let's just pretend I understood all of that and go from there. Because I don't think these are going to go unnoticed for long. And yeah, I was scouting ahead and then I got separated from my group and... well. Here I am. And I'm guessing that [She peeks over the top of their cover at the large fortified gate the cultists had been guarding] is one of those detention centers they told us about this morning. Where they're keeping the soldiers and civilians they captured when they took these sectors.

[A thoughtful look flits across Artemis's face as she glances down at their pile of rifles, then back up at Loki.] You know, if we could figure out how to get these in there, we wouldn't really have to wait for reinforcements anymore, would we?

It is no science of rockets. Asgard, Norse mythology, I thought the denizens of Midgard are familiar with that. Or aren't you from Midgard?

[His voice is soft and there's a bit of a frown on his face. Really, it is not completely uncommon...]

Detention centers? Ah, that seems plausible, yes. Perhaps we can use the rifles and shoot the enemies down before they notice their weapons have been fallen victim to my most mischievous scheme. Second of all, it is way less gross if we do it from a distance.

[Loki narrows his eyes a bit, staring at the building. They seem to be quite solid, perfect little fortresses, so to speak. Well, then again, Asgard's dungeons were also quite solid. But he still managed to sneak his way in.]

We could do a reckless charge and suffer unfortunate deaths. Or we take them out one by one and do a reckless charge afterwards.

I'm from Star City. [There's only the faintest hint of a hesitation in there, the instinct to say Gotham debated and discarded in a heartbeat.] I never paid that much attention to mythology. Are you a Viking?

The rifles are a little too noisy to be stealthy. How well do you think you can keep the guards distracted?

I am one of their gods. At least, according to their mythology.

We can always take one rifle with us and rely on our bows, yes? You do seem like one who can appreciate the fair art of archery.

[At the last question he grins broadly. This is right up his alley.]

Do not underestimate the god of mischief.

Well that's not something you hear every day. [She blinks at him, then shakes her head, because that hurts her head to contemplate. And they had more important things to worry about.

She nodded her head towards the giant gate again.] It's likely their prisoners are in there. And that the guards are all probably out here. But if you can keep the cultists distracted long enough for me to get that gate open, we can hand off the rifles to the captured soldiers and whoever else is in there. Then we can avoid the reckless part of that charge and the unfortunate dying part and leave that for the idiot cultists instead.

Indeed. It is a rather unique situation.

[Loki nods firmly but still does not entirely know if people would deem that special. The Midgard he knows is quite familiar with all of them and they do not doubt religion and the like.]

Hmm, hmm.

[He taps his chin for a long time and finally moves to tug at his tunic, arms disappearing inside of it. It takes a while before he has tucked his wings away underneath his clothing. Because those wings would give away everything.]

Leave this to me, yes? Keep an eye on the rifles. I will make a handsign when the distraction is a success. Then it is up to you to utilize your bow and end their rather unfortunate lives. After that we'll go as planned.

I can do that. [Artemis agreed to that easily, reaching to ready an arrow.] As long as I can see them, I can shoot them. [She hesitates, watching him curiously a moment.] Be careful. Are you sure you'll be alright?

Aye. I could start a long and interesting speech about how my stature might indicate that situations like this do not befit me, but there is no time for such thing. I will be on my way.

[He smiles briefly before he heads out.]

I will be fine.

[After that he turns away and crawls forward, finally rising and walking towards the small group of men as if there's absolutely nothing wrong.]

Fine sirs! It has come to my attention you have lost your rifles! Perhaps I can be of help!

[He smiles a charming smile and beckons them to come closer (and in range of Artemis' arrows). The men in question look rather wary and narrow their eyes at him.]

No wings, see?

[He spins around briefly.]

Trust me, I support your noble goal and I have come to be of great help.

[Artemis settles into place to watch him, a little surprised when he just strolls out into the middle of the guards, because she hadn;t predicated that and that took a fair amount of balls. Or just plain idiocy. She wasn't sure which. Still, she eyed the number of guards there and then her arrows, quickly reaching for what she needed.

Fitting them onto her string, she drew back and waited, tense and alert, as she hoped he'd be able to lure them back into her range. Her eyes remained locked on him for the moment, watching for his signal.]

I am a spy. One of a very secret kind.

[He nods and beckons the men to follow him.]

I might appear to be on the Malnosso's side, but alas, that is no place for the god of lies and mischief.

[Loki is very aware of even more raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes and one of the men is reaching for a small dagger.]

Five rifles made of iron, yes? Its grips made of wood. Powerful bullets inside.

[He turns his head when one of the men asks him if he has seen them.]

Even better. I retrieved them, as well as the scoundrel who is responsible for taking what is yours.

[He motions for a second time at them to follow him. Because really, they need to come a little bit closer to the left, just a little bit.]

Please follow me so I can offer you your rifles and a free lynch party on top of it!

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