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Luceti Mods ([personal profile] lucetimods) wrote in [community profile] lucetilogs2013-03-29 11:28 am

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
stillplaying: (Default)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2013-04-24 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
She shook her head. Taking cultists prisoner wasn't an option. Not for her. It was too much of a risk. A risk that the cultist could get free. Could kill her or someone else. And then it'd be her fault. It'd be her fault that yet another death occurred that could have been prevented.

And it'd be her fault regardless if the cultist died as prisoner. She still held some sense of responsibility for the capture. At least if she delivered the death blow, she could be certain it was relatively quick and painless.

"It's not an option."
greenjacketed: (♖ a man you knew was falling)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-04-26 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"...Have you even tried it, lass?"
stillplaying: ([serious] drowning in memories)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2013-04-27 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
She shook her head. The only time such a thought had even crossed her mind was with the Nut back in District 2. But that had been different. Those Peacekeepers inside the compound had not been engaged in combat with them. Hadn't been trying to kill them. They had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time, much like her father's mining shift the day the mine collapsed.

But in the midst of battle? She hadn't even thought twice about killing an innocent woman whose apartment she had invaded.
greenjacketed: (♖ you dare to be in the same army)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-04-27 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Give it a go. Or else try a spell of time 'round the base camp -- look after the wounded. Give your heart a rest from all that killing, or you'll..."

What? Turn into him? Turn into someone so bent on her violence that she refused to smile? He thought of his Teresa's mission and how it had turned her to stone. Unlocking that woman had taken patience and love, but it had been worth it.

"Maybe it'll give you a bit of peace. Me, too, if I bloody well know you're not running off getting into danger. I wouldn't care to know you'd been killed again."
stillplaying: ([serious] meant every word)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2013-04-27 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"I won't."

There's a promise in those words. A promise to him and to herself. She has absolutely no intention of dying again. Not now, not ever. At least, not until she reaches that old age anyone in her District would wear as a badge of pride. Be it here or back home in Panem, she just wants to live her life. A quiet life with no more war or violence.

"But you can't either," she continues a second later. "I don't want you to get yourself killed. Not on behalf of the Malnosso."
greenjacketed: (♖ guitar solo)

[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-04-28 05:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hush now, love. I've no desire to die for their cause." But for someone else? Someone he cared about? Eh -- he stuck with one small truth instead of the larger and complex lie. "Besides, I've pledged my life to King and country. It ain't mine any longer -- not even here, I suspect. When I die, it'll be for him."