TERRACE Draft - Remaining Days

[lucetimods]

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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[corrinesbell]

[The braking took her out, momentum carrying her forward into the truck, only to find her fall cushioned by terrified escapees. A few more bruises in her collection are nothing by now, and as the truck speeds up again she fumbles her way up to her knees.

Then, she sees that their pursuers are under attack. Some force she can't see must be involved, peppering them with blasts and bullets. At last, luck she had neither planned for nor counted on. Some other sharp turn of Albert's (he thinks I can't drive) startles a nearby child into striking his head on the side of the truck; when he starts to wail, Sheena reaches over and holds onto him.

If those attacks weren't coming from friendly forces, then he might need someone to be there as they were caught in the middle.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert is forced to stop the truck some distance from the line of Security Forces personnel, braking hard and jerking the steering wheel enough so that the broadside of the truck faces their pursuers. He struggles to turn around after the sudden stop, blinking hard as the ruined passenger door is pulled open and he's yanked out of the truck by a Security Forces soldier wielding some sort of gun.

He hits the ground with the thud and immediately finds his hands restrained behind his back, pain shooting up his cursed arm as he gasps and tries to recover from the sudden fall. Over the din of gunfire, he yells at the soldier to let him go and take care of the truck.

Meanwhile, the firefight between the Security Forces and the pursuing cultists continues. Some of the soldiers take cover behind the truck, maneuvering a little closer to fire at the cultists. Some of the cultists, realizing the truck is now in the hands of the Security Forces, begin backing off.]

[corrinesbell]

[As soon as the truck makes its hard stop, Sheena tries to get to the back of it again, ready to stand before their freed prisoners and face whatever threat might come. She hears some kind of noise from the driver's direction, and seconds later a handful of soldiers crowds around the back of the truck, grabbing her out of it and giving her a similar on-the-ground arms-pinned treatment.]

Hey, lemme go! [Wiggling is pretty useless, whoever's holding her down is damn heavy and she's tired.] We're not with them, we just escaped!

[Her new captor doesn't seem to want to hear it. Not from her.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[The pain of his arm distracts him thoroughly from the continued fighting just out of sight from his place on the ground, and it seems like a long time before Albert can look up again and see that the Security Forces are starting to turn the majority of their attention to the truck instead of the cultists.

He grimaces as he's allowed to sit up and lean against the truck's tire, and he wearily answers questions about who he is and what enclosure he's from and what had just happened. Out of immediate danger now, he can't say he's surprised by this treatment; with the TERRACE invaded, the soldiers had to account for these further breaches in security.]

[corrinesbell]

[Well Sheena's surprised. Two of the soldiers haul her back up, keeping a grip on her arms while a third, someone of higher rank, asks her similar questions to the ones Albert's getting. She doesn't dance around the answers but she isn't happy about this treatment either; when they finally let her go, she glares and shrugs off the hands on her arms and tries to head for the back of the truck, to help them unload captives instead. The business end of a weapon prods her forward, away from the area, and someone else half-forces her to sit - on the ground beside Albert, right as they finish questioning him.

Sheena looks at him, once they're left relatively alone.]

You left out all my good parts.

[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert sighs wearily as he flexes his aching arm, trying to calm down. The constant noise of the fighting in the background was far enough away now that it did not cause too much stress, so the pain had faded down to a dull throb. He glances over as Sheena looks at him, snorting softly.]

I thought you could embellish all on your own.

[corrinesbell]

[Now that it's all over, or as over as it's going to get, Sheena finds she just wants to sleep. Give it all over and lose the world for a while.]

See if I make you the hero in a story again. [Only part of her is joking.]

You're okay, right?

[chikaidestroyer]

I'll be fine.

[It's meant to be reassuring, but it just comes out tired-sounding. He doesn't even bother to make a dismissive gesture with his good hand as he leans back against the vehicle.]

We're in a much better place, at least.

[corrinesbell]

Oh yeah. Back with the Malnosso. Best place in the whole world.

[Under her breath, she huffs as she shuts her eyes.] Idiot.

[It is the most affectionate word she knows for someone at Albert's level of trust.]

[chikaidestroyer]

[He snorts when he hears Sheena mutter something under her breath, figuring it can't be anything particularly nice about him. He's more than content to just remain there for now, resting.]

...Next time, you're driving.