Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

[lucetimods]

Who: All Draftees
What: This is your death. Followed by your time-traveling life and desperate bomb hunting.
When: From May 22 to May 20 to early May 23 (days 1-4)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Information post here
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the draftee-only portion of the Zompania draft--the day 3 death, time travel to day 1, and then the events until the arrival of the reinforcements. Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

Please note that there is a specific top-level comment thread for:

• The day 3 arrival of the draftees and the 6 hours that follow until the bomb is dropped
  
• Death--This thread can be treated as REFERENCE ONLY. Responding to it isn't necessary.
  
• Threads prior to departing for Zompania--post resurrection freak outs, arguments over how to proceed, etc.

All other threading, from day 1 until the reinforcements arrive, should be conducted as normal.

Be sure to tag this post appropriately: [canon] character name

Comments

[takesyoubytheheart]

[A Seeing a mouse in the battlefield might be a strange thing. Seeing him being competent might be even stranger. He takes on enemies three times his height and knocks them down with his sword - that's shaped like a key, of all things. And he even uses magic, with white orbs thrown at enemies like cannonballs. His eyes constantly dart about, trying to determine where to go next, who needs help. That is his priority as always - helping others.

B He can hear his Master's word echo in the back of his mind - magic is not endless. It needs rest, just like your body. He's found refuge in a crumbling building, but he keeps flexing his hands, as if that would speed things along and get him back to normal. He leans against the wall, exhausted.]

[vambraced]

[The mouse didn't go unnoticed by Jack when he found himself in the vicinity of the little guy, dancing with that key-like sword of his. It might have amused him if they weren't in such a dire situation. He wondered what Hanpan would make of a mouse wielding a sword. A sword and some kind of strange magic.

Well, two swordsmen with speed on their side would surely make quick work of any foes coming their way, so he has no qualms in helping the mouse when he feels that he needs it. And when they find a bit of respite from the battle, the man will offer him an apple... after trying to dust it off a little.]

Here, you look like you could use this.

[So did Jack to be honest, but he wasn't about to let his guard down all the same.]

[takesyoubytheheart]

[Mickey glanced up, and a slow smile spread across his face. It was always nice to be reminded of why he fought - for good people like this. That apple is incredibly tempting, and the insides of his stomach rumble at the idea of eating it. Yet...]

Ya look like you could use it just as much, pal. Don't worry about me.

[vambraced]

[Being greeted by a stranger so kind enticed a small, knowing smile out of Jack too.]

Another selfless one, huh? Don't you go throwing yourself in harm's way too, I have enough of that with Rudy.

[But there was really no sense in only one of them taking comfort in a little food when the situation was so grim, so he tosses the apple into the air, whips out his sword and slices it in half.]

Catch!

[takesyoubytheheart]

[Welp, can't let good food go to waste. Despite Mickey's weariness, he's still as fast as a short and nimble body would be. So he's instantly on his feet and under the slices, catching them both with ease. He offers the first half to Jack, while biting into his.]

Heh heh...!

[vambraced]

Looks like you've still got some fight in you.

[He comments as he takes his half and takes a bite out of it. He'll let the silence fall a moment as they chew, keeping a watchful eye out for any potential ambushers.]

I'll admit, as weird as the place is, I didn't expect to see a mouse running around wielding a weapon. You seem pretty good at it though.

[Another moment and he gives out a weary sigh.]

I don't even know what I'm doing here...

[takesyoubytheheart]

All I know is, when a fight starts, there's always a good chance the good folks get hurt. That's why I'm here.

[Chew, chew, chew swallow.]

That, and... information. Not sure what I can learn, but I never did like being left in the dark.

[vambraced]

To protect the good? You're a pretty noble-hearted mouse if that's the case.

[He chuckles a little at the realisation of just how crazy this situation was when he thought about it.]

I'm with you on the information front too. I need to know what's going on here, what the hell we're all fighting for. I'm not just somebody else's pawn to be used for fodder.

[takesyoubytheheart]

[he nods in agreement, trying to slow down his eating so he can savor the apple.]

I'm a fighter, but I'm not just gunna fight for anythin'. Seems like ever since this whole place plucked us from our worlds, it's like we're puppets on a string.

[vambraced]

We have our own hearts and minds and it sounds like we know it. Let's not forget that.

[He offers a hand.]

My name's Jack. What's yours?

[takesyoubytheheart]

[he shakes the hand with great cartoony enthusiasm.]

Mickey Mouse. Nice ta meetcha!

option A

[justdid]

[You know who could use some help? Wan could use some help. Because nothing says "Please attack me, I'm right over here" like a flaming torch in an otherwise pitch black battlefield. Unfortunately, that's the only way he can see anything.

Maybe in a one-on-one fight he would be fine, but there are just too many enemies out on the field eager to kill him.]

[takesyoubytheheart]

Watch out!

[No one is getting killed on his watch. He holds out his keyblade, firing off white orbs to smack into the enemies. It'll make them back off, but he needs to get in closer before he can put them out for good. BUT first, Wan needs to get out of their range.]

Come over here! I'll fend 'em off!

[justdid]

[If there is one thing in Wan's favor: he is fast. A lifetime on the run from guys who would kick the snot out of him for stealing their food will do that. Almost a little too fast as he slips around in the muck. A few soldier tried to follow and were too close for comfort when he slipped, but Wan knocked him back with an intense blast of fire. Even though he wasn't exactly graceful he should be out of their range.]

[takesyoubytheheart]

All right, stand back... and light the way!

[With Wan's fire closer, Mickey gets a clear look at the enemies - and knows just where to go. Wan may see similar speed in this rodent, as Mickey runs out, bouncing against walls, slamming and slicing across each opponent. If one looks like they're ignoring Mickey and going for Wan, he immediately jumps back, using himself as a shield if necessary before going in to the attack.

No one is going to lay a hand on this human. Not if Mickey can help it.]

[justdid]

[Is that a... giant mouse with a giant key protecting him? He should be grateful or at least helping Mickey out but for the moment he's stunned. Now more than ever he's convinced that he's totally lost his mind. That this is the end of his sanity.]

[takesyoubytheheart]

[With a good few taken down, Mickey lands on his feet, catching his breath. he scans the area to see how many they've got left, but first-]

You all right? Are ya hurt anywhere?

[justdid]

I... uh

[He was a little bumped and bruised, but nothing he couldn't shrug off. Physically speaking he's had worse. But he's still freaking out mentally about... everything. He's going to try and regain his composure since Mickey just saved his life. But it's hard, and even though he's really not trying to be rude, it is clear in his voice that he is creeped out by the whole "giant talking mouse" thing.]

I'm fine. Thanks.

[takesyoubytheheart]

[he fires off another round of magic, before deciding the post is temporarily clear. he then looks behind him, and smiles.]

Glad ta hear it. C'mon, let's see if we can find the others. No one should be out on their own here.

[He's used to people being weirded out by the whole 'giant talking mouse' thing. He just keeps smilin'.]

[justdid]

[Mickey's friendliness does put Wan at ease, or as much at ease as he can be. Maybe in other circumstances he would have been friendlier. But he has no experience with anything close to this and the constant threat of death is making him jumpy.

Wan followed the mouse because he knew he was right. When their surroundings quieted down he felt safe enough to start talking.]

Thanks for saving my life back there.

[takesyoubytheheart]

[he keeps the Keyblade out, although he now lazily puts is over his shoulders.]

Aw, glad ta do it. Helpin' others always comes before askin' others for help... The name's Mickey Mouse. What's yours?

[Because even in battle, you can still make friends.]

[justdid]

My name is Wan.

[He smiles, despite how completely unprepared he was for everything going on around them. Friends indeed.]

[takesyoubytheheart]

[don't do it, Mickey, don't do it-]

Guess it takes one to know Wan, huh?

1/2 your tag wins everyone can go home

[justdid]

[There is a brief moment of confusion.
As if he had never heard a Wan pun in his entire life.

... he would fake laugh like "HAHA YOU'RE SO HILARIOUS" but no, the giant talking mouse was actually really nice.]

2/2

[justdid]

[Clearly he must respond with another Wan pun no he doesn't he is just a DORK who thinks he is witty I am so sorry]

What can I say? I'm Wan of a kind

[The master of all comebacks. It is him.]