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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Steve Rogers [Days 1-4]

[neversurrender]

[Day 1-2] [Steve spends the majority of these days on the moves. First, trekking behind enemy lines, fighting off any enemies that enter his path. He allows anyone to follow him if they want, after making sure they're stable enough and not injured enough to slow him down. By nightfall, once they're right outside the city, he keeps watch as people sleep. There's no rest for him as long as he can hear those screams.

On day two, early in the morning, he leads a group out to scout the city, searching for a way in. Once inside the city he throws himself into the fighting with rage and disgust for the things the cultists have done. If they had the time and resources after he would make sure the corpses all had a decent burial at least. It feels wrong to him to just leave them laying in piles like that. He takes his frustrations out on their enemies, using any means he sees necessary.]

[Day 3] [This day begins with another night of no sleep. Finding the bomb is their top priority and Steve volunteers to lead one of the many small groups dividing in search for it. Steve continues to throw himself into the thick of the fighting until the bomb is found. After that he will join a group working to disable the cultist's airships.]

[Day 4] [Worn down and without sleep, Steve will still be pushing himself to help defend whatever kind of base they have left. But he's wearing thin and is nearly ready to drop by the time reinforcements arrive.]

Totally the best teammates EVAR

[complicatedliar]

[True to his word, Loki actually joins a team when it comes time to do an organized search of the city. It's necessary; individual hunting has done nothing, and their time is running very, very short.

It's still dark out when he ends up with Steve Rogers. Well, nice that the universe still has a sense of humor about these things. Before the team moves out he takes a moment to briefly call Rogue and just check in with her. Then he stands nex to Steve, ready to go.]

Searching a new city for an object that we've not really seen. This will go well.

[But he's very, very determined. That being alive thing. He'd like to keep doing it.]

[neversurrender]

[At this point Steve isn't even surprise that Loki has somehow ended up on his team. Everything about this draft has been one hellish experience to another and this...might actually be a high point. He knows Loki will do what needs to be done. That he can do things that Steve himself would find too uncomfortable to do himself.

As Loki stands next to him he straps on his helmet. Behind them the rest of their team are making last minute adjustments.]

Have some faith. We've been up against some pretty steep odds before. And I have no plans to die today. [He thinks about the piles of bodies lining the streets and it reminds him of all they stand to lose.]

[complicatedliar]

[Of all people, Loki is almost glad to be on Steve's team. Because while the man is an annoying, never-ending font of priggish phrases, he is also someone Loki can trust. Loki understands how Steve operates, and knows that Steve will do what he says he will do. He has the full measure of what he considers to be Steve's particular idiocies.

Without even an outward sign that he's working the magic, his armor phases into existence.]

I always find it so charming when we find something upon which we agree.

What is your plan for this search?

[Searches like this? He'll admit. Not something he's really had to do before.]

[Day 2

[averybadfeeling]

[As Steve led a group to scout a way into the city, Obi-Wan was bringing up the rear. It was important to keep the way clear once it had been discovered.

As soon as they're through, however, Obi-Wan immediately senses something horribly amiss. Death seems to billow out of the city like a smoking cloud of pain and suffering. The noises they'd heard all night had been horrible enough, but now, Obi-Wan almost feared to step into the city with him.

But he had to.

What he saw... it defied description. It was beyond brutality. Beyond ritual. Beyond anything he'd ever seen from the Seperatists, even Grievous or Dooku. It was a level of death that he's never seen before in his life.

He knew, because of a dimly remembered cinematic of Luke's past, that he'd feel the like again. But only once. Only on the last day of his life.

In the wake of the death he had already experienced, the thought of the death yet to come, and the thought of the last time he saw rows and lines of butchered corpses, at the hands of Anakin...

He stopped. He gasped audibly. And he fairly stumbled backwards, as if he could somehow evade the horror that was assailing his senses now.]

"What... what could have..."

[Day 2

[neversurrender]

[Steve hadn't been sure what to expect once they finally made it inside the city. This hadn't been it. But maybe it should have been after he had spent the entire night before listening to the screams. The piles of bodies surrounded him, making it impossible to escape the stench of rotting flesh.

He quickly leads people single file through the street, not letting them linger over the bodies. The bodies remind him of mass graves that he has only seen in pictures. He wants to stop and bury them now, but he knows there isn't time. Maybe after...

He notices that Obi-Wan has stopped, over come by the sight of the corpses. He pushed people ahead of him as he tries to get to his friend.]

Obi-Wan...You know who has done this, just as well as I do. [He sighs.] Come on. We need to keep moving.

[Day 2]

[averybadfeeling]

[He's not as much at a loss to explain who as he is why. Why somebody would do this. Why anybody could create such pain, horror, and death on such a massive scale. But he nods, numbly.]

"You're right. Forgive me. It was simply a bit... overwhelming."

[He takes a deep breath, tunes out all of the revulsion and horror that's welling up inside him, and continues to follow the soldiers with the Captain.]

Some nebulous time after day 3!

[windandrain]

[When Steve comes looking for Saori, he won't have to look too terribly hard. Blasts of lightning coming from rooftops are as hard to miss as the wind and hailstorms she whips up throughout the siege to break up enemy formations. And it's on one of those rooftops that he'll finally catch up to her, taking a short respite to sip some water and recover a bit of breath.

Sitting against an air conditioning unit, she's watching the door as it opens, the blessing she'd given him ages ago announcing his presence as plainly as a loudspeaker. Still, she's got her borrowed blaster trained at the door, just in case it's a trap.]

Steve?

Re: Some nebulous time after day 3!

[neversurrender]

[He had been searching for her for what had felt like forever, trying to follow the storms. If they weren't being produced by him then they had to be hers. The hammer felt so heavy in his hand as he pushed the door open. Almost as if it was dragging him down.

What he's not expecting, however, is for Saori to be pointing a blaster at him. He holds his hands up, one still gripping the hammer.]

Whoa-it's me. It's me.

[windandrain]

[His hands up and his words, the lack of any others holding a weapon to him or a feel of wrongness about him are enough to convince her.

She lowers Obi-Wan's blaster, setting it down within easy reach.]

Alright. Hello, Steve.

[It's then that she notices the hammer, and it tugs a vague memory at the back of her mind. A tale, something lost. A memory she'd removed, perhaps? All the same, she recognizes it as the source of some of the other storms she's felt.]

That's...quite...a weapon you have there.

Day 3, predawn

[stopmjolnirtime]

[Who else is too restless to find sleep? Thor. He has not had the time nor the inclination to do so with the bomb yet unfound. It is early in the day yet, not even dawn when he circles back to the main encampment and check with those that would offer their command. Steve he seeks out for instruction if there is any to give aside from razing their enemy to the ground. That he might manage all on his own.]

Captain.

Day 3, predawn

[neversurrender]

Thor.

[Steve is taking in odd moment to rest, apart from the rest who are working out plans and missions. He knows what his priority is, what he'll have to do. But he wanted a few moments to himself before throwing himself back into the fray. Despite this, he doesn't seem unhappy to see his teammate.]

Big day for us.

Day 3, predawn

[stopmjolnirtime]

We've time to seek it out. [He is confident in this- for he must be. A second round of oblivion is not something he is eager to endure.] It will be found and disarmed and the day won. Such as it is.

[Any victory will be bittersweet in light of what has been done to the residents of Zompania.]

Day 3 Around airship time

[the_dead_pool2]

[The battle was giving Deadpool a better sense of purpose. The killing and the destroying were his business and business was booming. When he spies the Captain from atop a building, he leaps on down and rolls coming up guns a blazing, finishing off a cultist who was rushing in]

Soooo, hows tricks?

[He blows off his guns and reloads in an almost casual fashion]

Day 3 Around airship time

[neversurrender]

[The shield returns to Steve's hand right as Deadpool drops to the ground behind him. While the other man takes on one of the cultists, Steve takes on one of his own, dropping them quickly to the ground.]

Tricks? [Now really isn't the time to talk in slang he doesn't understand.]

Deadpool-duck! [As soon as the words leave his mouth, he's releasing the shield, leaving it to Deadpool to listen to him. Or not.]

[the_dead_pool2]

[Its all he knows how to do, Steve]

Deadpool duck?

[The utter look of confusion on his face at Captain America potentially calling him a duck, before he realizes the truth. Duck.By then it is too late and the shield smacks right into his head, and is knocked to the ground.]

Ow.

Day 4

[ahappylie]

[They'd survived, but barely and now came the actual battle - the one against themselves as exhaustion set in. Souji was used to not sleeping, but he also knew exactly how dangerous that could be as time wore on and there was still a fight to be had.

He'd taken what sleep he could get in safe zones, but it was hardly restful with the sounds of the dying and the silence of the dead all around them. By the time the fourth day rolled around, he was on edge and searching out allies who were in as bad shape as he was as he moved through the streets. It wasn't hard to pick out Steve, and while Souji didn't know him spectacularly well, he wasn't about to leave Steve alone either. Moving up close, the swordsman sheathed his sword and counted on his own equally bright uniform and the clink of the armor plating at his chest and arms to give him away.]

Have you slept at all since we started?

Day 4

[neversurrender]

[Steve is slumped against the wall towards the back of one of the rooms they were currently occupying. After spending most of the day setting up barricades, scouting for wounded, and fighting hostiles, he's worn out and looks it. Finally one of the men patrolling with him had sent him on his way to get some rest. He wouldn't be any help to anyone if he passed out on duty.

But even now, in the relative safety of their temporary base, he's too wound up to sleep. Catching sight of bright colors and armor form the corner of his eye, he turns and spots Souji. Steve nods in acknowledgment.]

Haven't had much time for it. [He attempts a smile.] Do I look that bad?

Day 4

[ahappylie]

Don't you have time now?

[He crouched by Steve's location, unable to sit like he usually would with legs tucked under him because of the chest plate. He smiled more easily than Steve did, but that didn't mean he wasn't just as tired.]

And I don't think you want me to answer that question, do you?

Day 4 because we obviously do not have enough threads

[complicatedliar]

[To say Loki looks like he's been dragged face down through Hel is an understatement. He looks ready to collapse and utterly, frenetically haunted.

Initially, he's just going to pass by Steve, his head bowed, seemingly oblivious to the surroundings. But he senses a familiar energy and looks up, almost hopeful, but--

That's Steve. With Mjolnir.

There is nothing rational about the thought that causes him to stalk toward Steve and point at Mjolnir.]

What are you doing with that.

[He already knows. He just wants it to not be true.]

Day 4 these two sure have a lot to say for people who dislike each other xD

[neversurrender]

[The night before had been the worst since they had arrived here. He has yet to have a night's sleep, too worried of what could happen while he rests. But now he has the nightmares to contend with. The sound of Thor's voice right before he died. The pain of a shift hunter biting into his ankle. The weight of Mjolnir in his hand.

For all of his wishes that he had just left the hammer behind, he hasn't so much as set it down once since Thor had pushed it towards him.

He doesn't notice Loki until he's standing right in front of him, pointing at Mjolnir. His throat dries up. This isn't a task he wanted.]

...Thor gave it to me. [His words felt disconnected. As if he could hardly believe them himself.] Before he died.

It's almost like they're the puppets of two evil gods who like torturing them.

[complicatedliar]

[He already knows that. He knows that. Billy told him already. But he's killed his mother--not his mother, Billy says that too, but her face is all too clear in his mind's eye, he knows what he's seen--today and he's not ready for his last tie to the (false) years of his childhood to be dead.

There is nothing rational about how he feels. There is nothing rational about how he responds.]

Liar!

[Though of course, some nasty, self-hating part of his brain mocks him, Of course Thor would give the hammer to Steve. Of course. It's something Loki can't wield because of course he's not bloody worthy. But a mortal is. Steve bloody Rogers is. It's typical, it's bloody typical. He's off having to slit Mother's throat and Thor goes and gets himself stupidly chewed into pieces in front of Billy and of course Mjolnir will remind everyone that Loki is worthless.]

Day 3. Airship stuff? (they got put on the same team in that plot post shrug)

[rashness]

Hey- ossan! Are you one of those guys goin' up to try to take the ships?

[ A teenager who is lightly on blue fire with long ears and claws an tail says this, having showed up to where that vague message said to start off with the staging. He feels like he's been out of the loop, but if things started, he might as well get on it. He's pretty sure he could handle it! ]

Day 3. Works for me!

[neversurrender]

[It takes Steve a moment to realize that he is the one being addressed. But once he does he turns to respond to the speak and...raises an eyebrow. At this point strange sights have ceased to surprise him. But this...this is something new.]

Yes. Are you helping with the airships as well?

awesome

[rashness]

Yeah. I'm no good at this stealth stuff, but if I can keep their attention, then people who're good at that stuff'll handle it, right?

[ He even smirks a bit, tapping the back of his sword against one of his shoulders. If anything, the pupils of his eyes seem to briefly flash red for his confidence ]