TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

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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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[dissonates]

...Not at all.

[Honestly, he can't think of anything he'd want less than that just now. But it was kind of her to ask.]

I understand what you're trying to do. It's not that I don't... appreciate the effort. [He can't look at her, though, so he's not sure how sincere his words may seem. They feel hollow in his mouth.] But I'm too close to it right now. I'd rather not discuss it.

[gleamed]

[ She nods, understanding. Talking it out wasn't everyone's way of coping; she'd learned that well, especially from Asch. ]

Okay. But if you ever need to, I'll be here for you.

[dissonates]

...Yeah. I'll remember that.

[He can't thank her again, not right now. He can't think of a good reason to be kind or comfortable with anyone at this moment, when he'd had so little hesitation in killing the one he knew he loved the most in the world. He doesn't feel particularly grateful for anything.]

[gleamed]

[ If he didn't want to talk about it, maybe she could try the opposite - distracting him from what was plaguing him. It was tempting to talk about what she'd been going through, but that seemed shallow. She thought they'd need something far removed from this draft altogether. ]

Have I ever told you about the Snuggly Duckling?

[dissonates]

[There's a pause, and then he glances up, quietly surprised. The topic change isn't unwelcome, though, so after the moment passes he shakes his head.]

I don't think so, no.

[gleamed]

[ She takes that as an invitation to keep going. ]

It was the first place I visited after I left my tower. Don't be fooled by the name - it was a pub full of scoundrels and thugs. [ A light smile plays at her lips as she says it, though. ]But I ended up meeting some amazing people there.

[dissonates]

...Amazing scoundrels and thugs?

[It earns her the tiniest of eyebrow lifts; it's a reaction, if nothing else. Conversations with Asch tend to be a series of small victories when they go well.]

[gleamed]

[ At least she's got his attention, if only marginally. ]

I wasn't expecting it either. My mother spent so many years telling me about how awful people were out in the world that I was terrified at first. But it turned out a little understanding goes a long way.

They had dreams, just like I did.

[dissonates]

[...Hah.]

Even terrible people have dreams sometimes.

[He's been there, he knows it well.]

[gleamed]

That's true. They do. [ Gothel had been one of them. Her dream was nothing but selfish, and Rapunzel saw it for what it truly was now. ]

But sometimes terrible people have good dreams, too. They just don't know how to reach them.

[dissonates]

...Hn.

[He has no particular opinion on that, one way or another. It's just been a long time since he had a good dream.]

So what happened?

[gleamed]

Well? We all sang a song about our dreams.

[ Are you really that surprised. ]

[dissonates]

[....

You know what?

He's not surprised at all.]

And that actually... accomplished something?

[gleamed]

Well, yes, it did! They didn't hurt us. In fact, they helped us escape the guards who were looking for Eugene. So we could follow our dreams.

[dissonates]

Who's Eugene, another ruffian?

[He doesn't recall that part of the story.]

[gleamed]

He was my guide. And my friend.

[ One came before the other. ]

But! He was a thief, too.

[dissonates]

[...Good grief.]

You keep very strange company, you know.

[gleamed]

[ A lopsided smile. ]

I suppose I do. But those things...they just don't matter to me. What's important is what's in someone's heart.

[dissonates]

[....that's so...

...sappy. He's honestly not even sure how to respond.]

I shouldn't be surprised to hear you say something like that.

[gleamed]

You're right, you shouldn't. [ A kind smile. ] But it's true, regardless.

[dissonates]

[His initial response is a vague sound of acknowledgement. Maybe he finds her a little foolish for it, but he can't really argue against the benefits. Not many people could have distracted him from what he'd just experienced.]

...He was the one guiding you to the lanterns, right?

[gleamed]

That's right. I never would have left my tower if he hadn't tried to hide in it.

[dissonates]

Why was he hiding?

[gleamed]

He was running from the castle guard. He stole a crown.

[ Her crown, it so happens. ]

[dissonates]

So you're an accomplice, now?

[Not so innocent, eh? His lip quirks, almost, almost amused. Like he wants to be, but he's not quite ready yet.]