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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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There isn't exactly any scene to be the underground of. Luceti is not particularly flush with music clubs.

[Or clubs of any kind for that matter. Or bars. Or, as has been noted, coffee shops.

He follows her gaze and huh, isn't that handy? Almost like some higher power is setting things up for them. Which is ridiculous of course.]

You know I love it when we get to escalate problems.

You escalate problems on a daily basis. I swear it's your superpower.

[She flashes him a smirk and crooks her finger at him in invitation.]

Gimme a boost?

Look, just because I accidentally managed to get the Vatican involved that one time in Rome doesn't mean I make a habit of it.

[He crosses over to her, grinning.]

Any time, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.

You're forgetting Phuket. And Jaipur. And don't get me started on Kiev. Should I continue?

[She waits for him with a teasing smirk, her eyes lit with impish humor as he crosses to her. She reaches out instinctively for his shoulder to steady herself, turning her gaze upwards then, to the rope above them.]

Technicalities. We came out of it mostly unscathed didn't we?

[He grins when he reaches her and ducks a little to give her a foothold to boost her to the rope.]

Relatively.

[There's dry humor in her voice as she steadies herself a moment before he helps launch her upwards. The rope isn't far, but it was out of her reach on her own. She catches it, scaling up it high enough that she dangles above him in the air.]

Can you reach?

What're a couple of gaping knife wounds between friends?

[He helps to push her upwards enough to grab the rope and then, reaching for it himself. It's a bit of a stretch, but he manages to grasp it.]

I got it.

Messy, that's what. Try to avoid those this time, would you?

[She waits until she's sure he can get a handhold before turning her attention upwards once more. It's going to be harder going up than it was for the cultist coming down, but they've done worse.

She starts to scale her way up without another word, keeping an eye on their surroundings. If they got spotted now, they'd be in trouble.]

Demanding today aren't you? Fine, I'll try to avoid grievous injury.

[It's easy banter, and he enjoys it. Like it always has been.

He gives her enough space to climb a few feet, enough to make sure she won't kick him if she has to move suddenly, and then he starts climbing, pulling himself up arm over arm until he can wrap his legs around it too.]

You should be used to it by now, Barton. Besides, I didn't bring enough changes of clothes with me for you to bleed all over me this time. Or vice versa.

[There's a hint of strain in her voice from the effort, but she finds a steady pace, pulling herself upwards with determined precision. She catches a glimpse of motion from the corner of her eye but the cultists winging its way towards the ground has another target in sight and doesn't take note of them.]

Oh geez, you just reminded me. I think I forgot to switch the iron off before we left Luceti.

[The motion catches his attention too, but they're gone soon enough and he lets out a breath before starting to climb again.]

[She laughs at that, still going, an amused smirk on her lips.] Do you even know how to turn the iron on?

[They're getting closer now, enough that she can make out the shape of the bottom of the airship, the sheer width and length of it. There's less noise of fighting here, but the air currents are trickier and she grits her teeth, her muscles protesting the strain of the climb.]

Wait, you mean I have to switch it on? I've been doing it wrong all this time!

[He laughs softly, but most of his attention is caught by the sight of the airship up above. That is a hell of a size. He grits his teeth and keeps climbing.]

My partner, the genius.

[Her voice is teasing, laughter lurking in her tone, because the familiar banter is a welcome distraction from the tension of the climb. The strain's more noticeable now and she falls quiet for a while as they climb higher. Her gaze follows the rope where it goes up over the side - supposedly to the railing. The climb will be easier once they have the ship to brace themselves on, rather than empty air. She pushes herself harder.]

I just need the right push. I figured out how to use the coffee maker out of self defense. You don't try to kill me if I screw up the ironing.

[The coffee on the other hand...

Just a little further and then they'll at least have some kind of support. Much further and he'd start worrying about falling.]

Clearly a push I'll need to start looking for once we get back. How else can I housebreak you, I wonder, with the right motivation?

[There's a smirk in her voice, but also a note of relief as they reach the bottom of the airship. She braces her feet against it, still using the rope and its easier and quicker to push herself upwards now. She glances down, making sure he's still alright and right behind her.]

And here I thought you loved me just the way I am.

[He grins but damn, it's good to see the end of their climb. He follows her up along the side of the ship, taking a moment to rest before going the rest of the way.]

I think the word you're looking for there is 'tolerate', Barton.

[She keeps her weight braced on her feet for a moment, giving her arms a rest as she hovers above him, glancing down to meet his gaze.]

Alright?

While we're discussing the matter, Tash. You owe me t-shirts. All of them.

[Because damn it, he doesn't mind her borrowing them but she kind of uh- bends them out of shape a little in the chest area.]

I'm good.

I don't recall discussing that matter at all. [There's a hint of smug humor in her tone at that and she catches his gaze for the briefest of moments, laughter lurking in green depths.]

Good. Do try to keep up then.

[That's all the warning she gives as she pushes herself upwards, scaling the side of the ship with a hasty ease. She only slows when she reaches the top of the railing, pausing to make sure the way is clear before hopping over onto the deck.]

Well, they say the memory starts going after a few decades...

[He smirks up at her, and god, he's missed this. Working alongside her is a joy.]

You're the one holding up the rest of the people on the rope.

Barton, I will throw you off this ship.

[No she won't, because there's still laughter lurking in her tone as she lands to crouch beside the railing, taking in her surroundings. It really was like a giant sea-going ship. She waited for Clint to join her, eyes taking in everything.]

So. Do we look for a CIC or just a giant wheel?

But I draw fire so well...

[He follows her up, sliding over the raining next to her, a knife drawn.]

I'm thinking ship. Why put a CIC on something with balloons for power. This ain't the helicarrier.

Because they're cultists. Who flies a ship with balloons? Why are you expecting logic to apply here. [Okay, so maybe there was some extra aggravation in her tone there, but they were dealing with cultists and that was enough to put her in a bad mood.]

Let's just go find them before they decide blowing up the ship sounds like a great idea while we're still on it.

[She turns to the left, keeping close to the railing and watching for any sign of movement. It seems quiet, but she's not taking chances.]

Edited 2013-04-16 15:01 (UTC)

Uh... [Okay, she had a point there. This whole deal was pretty crazy.]

I dunno, the aesthetic would fit. Spoiling all my fun.

[He huffed softly, but was still grinning.]

Yeah, blowing it up is our job.

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