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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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He gave her one last look before going into the fray. "Any chance of making more?"

He didn't expect Artemis to be that useful in close combat, so once the cultists were in range, he began to tear into them with his sword. Ruthlessly and with cold, hateful eyes. He was counting on her to keep firing arrows and keep him from being overwhelmed, but he wasn't counting on it. There was no chance of coming out of his injured and he took a blow to the left shoulder from the second cultist. It would slow him down, but not stop him. They were coming in slow, but they were still tough for anyone not lucky enough to have superpowers. But with only two of them, they couldn't afford to get stuck on the defensive, otherwise they'd be quickly overwhelmed.

"Maybe. I can probably manage it, if I can get the right equipment."

There's no time left for talking, especially when he wades right into the middle of them, sword slicing through the cultists with deadly accuracy. It makes her targeting difficult but she doesn't hesitate, taking every clear shot she can get. Sometimes she only cripples, but that's better than nothing and as often as she can, she drops them before they can overwhelm Sokka.

She sees another cluster drop down nearby. Reinforcements. She reacts instinctively, reaching for one of her special arrows and launching it at them without hesitation. The tip bursts when its still above them, dropping a net made of sticky residue over three of them, trapping them in place.

For a moment, he stopped and looked up in surprise to see a net of all things pop out of her arrow. It nearly got him caught off guard, but he elbowed a cultist in the face and whirled around to face her.

"A net arrow!?" He spun himself back around, driving his blade into a cultist's throat. That was the last of them on the roof.

Artemis laughs at his surprise, shooting him a smirk. "I did tell you I had a few tricks up my sleeve, didn't I? Figured I might as well put some effort into this contest of ours."

"Right, very clever. Now, if you wouldn't mind?" He gestured at the next wave of incoming baddies.

"Keep your pants on, Boomerang Boy," she snorted, eyeing the narrow street the cultists were currently rushing down towards them. She plucked an arrow from her quiver and aimed and loosed. It landed several feet short of any of the approaching attackers, but as the arrow imbedded in the ground, it splashed out a puddle around it, coating the alley width with the same sticky substance that had composed her net. It wouldn't stop them entirely but it would slow them up enough that they could pick them off a little easier without getting overwhelmed.

Her gaze flicked sideways at Sokka. "Wanna thin the herd some or are you gonna let me do all the work?"

He'd been watching with keen interest as he'd discovered that any one of her arrows could be something different and unexpected. He wondered if she had a way of telling them apart or if it was random. At her insistence to help, he replied: "Hey, I'm old. I need to take breaks sometimes."

In spite of that, he plucked out another boomerang, this one painted gray, and threw it at the feet of the cultists. Instead of exploding, it released a cloud of smoke laced with pepper. He turned back to Artemis. "Actually, would Bangerang work better for the explosive one?"

"I am not calling you Bangerang Boy, that just sounds weird." She draws a few more arrows, hesitating to make out the shapes she can just barely see through the cloud of smoke, able to hear the trapped cultists better than she can see them. She unleashes, hears the resulting fall of bodies and reaches for another shot.

"Also, pepper in the smoke? That's just cruel. I like it."

In the meantime, Sokka waits for her to fire her arrows before sending out one last explosive boomerang. Then it'll be back to the sword again.

"First off, I don't need a nickname. Secondly, I got the idea from something called pepper spray. They hate that stuff."

"Everybody hates that stuff," she counters with a snicker, glancing over at him. "And see, now you need a nickname just because you went and said that."

"Yeah, well do you have one? You got that whole superhero costume thing going on, after all." It was an alien concept to his world, but he'd seen the likes of Batman, Robin, Green Lantern, Wonder Woman and other costumed weirdos.

"I just go by Artemis. Keeps things simple," she answered mildly, taking aim again and using that as distraction enough to keep her from fidgeting. There's secrets there, of course, but not anything that really applies to here in Luceti. No one knows who she is here, not even Robin. "Besides, I fly pretty low under the radar most of the time anyway.'

"So basically you're not a very big superhero. Good to know."

He drew his sword and clashed with the few cultists that had made it through all the arrows. There were just two left now. One he sliced along the chest, the second he twirled his sword around backwards to stab in the gut, and then kicked the first one to the ground. A quick blow to the heart ended that one.

"Looks like we're all done here."

"Personally, I think being a big superhero's overrated," she countered, sending off one last volley, taking down the last of the cultists with him. "That just means there's more people out trying to destroy you."

She watched him finish off the last two with calculated ease, giving a low whistle at the movement. She folded her bow and tucked it away, propping her hands on her hips as she regarded him steadily.

"Looks like we are."

Sokka moved to the side of the building and sat down, dangling his feet over the edge. He paid no mind to the corpses they'd left behind, but instead took the time to clean his blade.

"Well in this world, there's the same amount of people trying to kill you no matter what. So that should make you feel better."

"Oh, tons."

She rolls her eyes and after a moment of hesitation, moves to drop down beside him. She checked her quiver, counting her arrows, but she had enough of a supply with her, and more back in her supplies for later. Although if this attack ran longer than a few days, she was going to be in trouble.

She shot him a sideways look. "Are there people trying to kill you frequently?"

"You mean back home? Not so much now. During the war, it was kind of a regular thing."

But he'd hardly gotten used to the idea of a peaceful world when he came to Luceti.

"You came from a war back home, too?" Well that had to suck.

"A hundred year war. Which, obviously, I wasn't around for most of." But he lived with the effects of it. And they did indeed suck.

"Long time," she mused, kicking one foot against the side of the building as she folded her bow up once more. "What about? Land? Power? Politics? Someone looked at someone funny?"

"Power. The Fire Lord decided to rule the entire world. As it turned out, the rest of us happened to be already living there."

"I suppose that could crimp his plans," she drawled in return, glancing over now to study him curiously. "Sounds like a pleasant guy. The Fire Lord. Is that how you got so good with your boomerangs?"

"Nah, that's just from being a hunter. I was already good with my boomerang before I got involved in the war." Though it'd be a lie to say he didn't spend so much time practicing in anticipation of getting to use it on firebenders.

"So did you stop him then? This Fire Lord of yours?" she asked, still watching him with interest.

"Yeah. Not me personally, though I did play a vital role. But the war is over, he's in prison, and we're in Happily Ever After mode."

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