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

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[wipesfaith]

[He catches a glimpse of her before the darkness erases everything again, and he follows blindly.]

Professor? I was-- [sucking in a pained breath through his clenched teeth] It's my shoulder...!

[When he closes the distance between them, he jabs his blades into the mud to use them as a sort of crutch as he lowers himself to sit on the ground; then he pulls the triggers to release the blades from their hilts, letting the operating grips fall to the ground beside him. He doesn't really give a shit right now. Dizziness is starting to set in from the blood that's still seeping out of the wound, god, make it stop...]

[wise_maiden]

Hang on... [ Open wounds were always the more problematic ones. It took longer to seal with magic, and in this place, protecting against infection ... she just hated using the filial abilities with the possibilities of drawing those other monsters close. But she might not have a choice, if the wound was difficult to seal.

She has to use a little light again, at least to check the wound and how deep it was, before beginning her first wave of magic. ] First aid.

[ That would at least help him feel a little more relaxed, and would let her see how much more she needed to do... ]

[wipesfaith]

[He'll stop cradling the wound so she can take a look at it - although with his jacket, harness, and shirt still in the way, it might be tricky to gauge - before she sets to work. His face is pulled in a permanent wince. His breath still falls heavily, but he forces it into a rhythm now - deep, calming breaths.

Her first spell takes the edge off the pain, at least. He watches the soft glow with a conflicting mixture of relief and apprehension.]

I'll be okay, right?

[wise_maiden]

Yes, just hang on. Your... gear is making it a little difficult for me to tell how much you're wounded. Is it safe to remove it?

[wipesfaith]

[He won't waste effort on words. He shifts to carefully tug off his jacket, grunting sharply as he jars his injured shoulder - for safety reasons, he had tucked his wings under it, so at least removing it isn't as tedious as it could be. Then he'll hastily undo the upper portion of the harness, tossing the loosened straps over his shoulder so they're out of the way.]

[wise_maiden]

Better. [ She waits until the harness is removed before moving to push aside the rest of his shirt material, checking to see just how deep the wound is before working on using magic to seal it. She'll have to remain quiet while she concentrates, though he'll start to feel the effects of recovery on his skin and torn flesh. ]

[wipesfaith]

[He keeps his eyes on the dimness ahead, focusing on the soothing sensation of the magic as it repairs his shoulder. He tries not to think about where he might have ended up with a wound like this if he were fighting back home, where magic only exists in storybooks. He'll be fine...]

[wise_maiden]

[She exhales slowly when the first wave of sealing the wound is finished. A nice alternative to using stitches. ]

I can't do anything about the blood loss, so you're going to have to eat something, and try to stay out of dodge if you can. At least long enough to let this work.

[wipesfaith]

Yes, ma'am. [His breath has evened out, but he feels the lingering dizziness that comes with blood loss, which is why he doesn't attempt to stand just yet.]

You have any food? [Something he had neglected in the rush to get ready.]

[wise_maiden]

I do.

[ The rations she had packed for herself, and the extra she had managed to grab from the grocery thanks to the extra time afforded by being airlifted to the plaza via giant owl... she rummages through her pack, pulling out a two small bags of dried fruit, nuts and jerky. Not quite a real meal, but food that could be taken on the go without risk of spoiling. ] Here, try this for now. There's more, if you need it.

[ That said, she goes back to checking his arm over to check the mending progress. ]

[wipesfaith]

Thanks. This should be enough.

[He accepts the offered bags, trying to avoid smearing blood everywhere as he pokes open the first and, tilting his head back, empties half its contents into his mouth. The combination of flavors is a little weird all at once (probably because he wasn't supposed to eat it all at once) but he ain't too picky. As she checks, he chews and watches.]

[wise_maiden]

[ She lowers her hand again, before starting to wrap the area for added protection while the process works. ] Does it feel sensitive?

[wipesfaith]

[He rolls his shoulder forward and backward, drawing a mild wince.] Yeah, just a little...

[Not wanting to be deadweight for long, he'll focus on building his strength back up - down goes the other half of the baggy's contents.]

[wise_maiden]

That should fade soon, but try not to jostle it around too much.

[wipesfaith]

[He nods weakly, resting his elbows on his knees as he works open the second bag.]

This has gotta be some kind of record for screwing up the fastest.

[wise_maiden]

Now you're being hard on yourself. This battle isn't exactly well organized, and this is your first time up against them, isn't it?

[wipesfaith]

[He's silent a bit too long for him, with the bag open and ready to be devoured but he doesn't move to eat more.]

...They don't look all that different from us.

[wise_maiden]

Were you expecting something else? [ She takes out one of the canteens. ] The war is less about looks and more focused on ideology. ... Although there is a lot of contempt about the wings, either way.

[wipesfaith]

I know, I know... Who the hell would try to kill someone just for how they look? I just mean...they're human too.

[He can't be the only one bothered by this, right?]

[wise_maiden]

You'd be surprised by what wars are started over. Many wars only involve humans. Many wars involve humans and other races. Countries fight over property. This situation ... it's not far from any of that. Polarizing ideals, with extremists on both sides. And we're caught in the middle, against our will.

[wipesfaith]

I get it, but... [It's still a foreign concept to him.] It still seems like a waste to me.

[He starts on the second baggy of food she'd given him.]

[wise_maiden]

Is it something you've never experienced? [ She doesn't disagree; but there's something naive about his reasoning. ]

[wipesfaith]

[A light shake of his head - he's still recovering from dizziness - and he swallows the wad of food in his mouth before speaking.]

Humanity isn't divided like this...not enough for anyone to want to start a war. Why make more problems for yourself?

[wise_maiden]

[ A certain strategist might comment that it seems unrealistic, but he had also said the same about Raine's world. She shakes her head a little at that thought. ]

Well... then you've been lucky, in a sense. Though I know you've had other problems outside of yourselves. If those problems weren't there, though ... you haven't seen disagreements over ideology, or anything like that?

[wipesfaith]

["Lucky" is a word he would rarely use to describe himself, and never his world in general. But it's true that the walls don't house conflicts of this scale.]

Of course people disagree and believe one way is better than another - like what the best way to deal with the titans is, that sort of thing. [While he has never volunteered much in the world sharing class, the existence of the titans is one detail that's impossible to gloss over. He continues speaking like he's making a list:] There's a class divide. You sure as hell don't see any rich kids in the military, and you don't gotta be rich to complain about your tax money going straight into soldiers' mouths.

[A stiff, one-shouldered shrug.] It's just human nature not to get along perfectly.