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

[gunkonmyboot]

[Ah yeah, finally something worth to get his palms sweating. Seventeen glimpsed Jade's way eyeing his tough battle. That Elite didn't look tough. Seventeen shouted behind Jade before he dashed between them.]

Hey! Mind if I take a turn?

[He didn't wait for Jades respond. Instead it seemed as if Seventeen teleported between them. First thing first was to move the big guy far away. He planted a palm on top of the Elite's left side just below his chest. There was a rapid light blue glow from his hand before it expanded out to a flash. He waited for the light to fade to see if it pushed that winged-brute out and hopefully far enough for good distance.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[The Elite is sent back several yards, but he begins flapping his wings lightly to come to a halt, and he starts to approach again. Smoke sizzles from his chest, but it doesn't seem to be a truly lasting wound.]

My, it seems that my permission is not necessarily. But if you're intent on helping, you can buy me some time.

[gunkonmyboot]

What for? That attack should leave him a gap... [Seventeen's last sentence trailed off when he saw the winged-brute regenerating. Why couldn't that guy just stay down? Seventeen shrugged before he dropped himself to a fighting stance.]

Sure, some humor wouldn't hurt. Just keep him far away, right? [He gave a cocky smile fully aware of the Elite's assault towards them.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

Just keep him from attacking me for a minute or so. I'll take care of the rest.

[gunkonmyboot]

Easy enough.

[If Jade's eyes couldn't keep up, Seventeen sprint from one spot to the next in a blur. Seventeen launched himself off the ground barely a foot in the air and dashed towards the Elite. The Elite came to a stop when Seventeen was right under him with his elbow on it's stomach. Apparently Seventeen's force wasn't enough to knock the wind out of this guy. The Elite was prepared to drop his spear right on top of the android teen. Seventeen quickly avoided that. The Elite continued that attack repeatedly while Seventeen avoided it turning it into a dodge ball game. It didn't look like either of them was about to wear down.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Jade's moving faster than any eye could follow. It would be easy to leave them to that - both of their powers seem to be in league beyond his own - but he knows he can still contribute meaningfully to this battle. After all, his glasses were off, and with that there were no limiters on the power of his fonic artes.

A fonic glyph forms beneath his feet as he begins gathering fonons.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[The glowing catches Seventeen's attention and of course he looks to see what it is. The Elite thought begins to march over to Jade. Seventeen starts to dash towards the Elite with a full charge to shove the brute out in a good distance. He points his thumb to himself.] Sorry pal, your opponent is me.