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Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

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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[The need for desperate last minute reinforcements was all too clear. There had been a break down here, forces were entire disarray, and it had come down to a bloody melee. That seemed to suit the Cultists just fine who seemed eager to go into battle without any fear of death, they seemed to welcome it. There was a look in their eyes that lacked something natural, he couldn't quite place it. The entire place felt wrong.

He moves about with surprising grace and strength given his age, and wastes not a movement. He may not have the endurance he once had. Considering the state of things there was little more to do then follow standard tactics of feints and retreats. Without a more measured response it was difficult to maintain any ground much less gain some.

The strain was great, and he pushes himself through till he reaches a limit before pausing to catch his breath and center himself. When given the chance he will rest, able to fall asleep and wake back up at a moments notice, despite the surroundings. It was a trick that many soldiers picked up, especially when there was constant fighting, one needed to be able to rest. Despite everything, he will still wake with a warm smile to his allies, a small light of hope and cheer in all the horror surrounding them]

Now ya look like a man who's got the world all worked out, 'nd be content with it. [Rest was important, so was keeping energy up with food, and that was exactly what Remy was doing as he came upon the area Iroh had been sleeping.]

Well, not quite all worked out, but I've lived long enough to at least grasp a few concepts.

[He gives the man a smile]

How are you holding up?

[Chewing on one of the energy bars he had stuffed into his pockets before leaving the dome, Remy offered a smile back.]

Considerin' events, could be worse. Mais wouldn't turn down the chance to get the hell outta here. Even our little prison be lookin' like a bon place to be for once.

[Placing the name and voice to random pages of his journal, Remy offered a hand to shake.] Iroh, right?

[Iroh pauses and listens to the accent some, it wasn't a familiar one to him]

Yes, when confronted with true devastation and battle, even a prison can seem appealing.

[The handshake is not the first thing Iroh would do, but he takes the hand with a firm grip and shakes it]

Ah, you have me at a disadvantage. Yes, I am Iroh. I don't believe I have had the pleasure...?

Never thought I'd ever 'gree to that statement... [Remy mumbled this before answering Iroh's question.]

I go by Remy LeBeau, nice to meet ya.

Ah, Remy LeBeau. A name that would be quite unique on my world.

[He turns his head and hears a bit of a crack and takes out a tea pot]

Would you perhaps care for a cup of tea?

'nd ya's wouldn't be so much from my world, minus a lack of surname. Unless ya happen to be some sort of famous singer.

[Tea wasn't his normal choice in drinks, having grown up a coffee man, and the bit on normalcy within such a situation was laughable, but welcomed. And it would just be down right rude not to agree, non?]

Kind of ya.

Ah, what is life without a bit of tea?

[He sets up his tea pot and flicks a finger starting a fire underneath the pot]

I figured you to be a jasmine tea sort of man, if you don't mind.

[He could name a few Jasmine's he liked, none of them were related to the tea, or the flower. Taking a seat on the ground, Remy made himself comfortable.]

Only cause I be scared to ask where ya keepin' the milk 'nd sugar. Haven't had green tea for 'while.

Ya wouldn't happen to be from the same world as those element bendin' kids, would ya? Though, could be narrow minded of me, since one of my old buddies be a fire manipulator himself.

[Iroh raises an eyebrow. Milk and sugar in tea? He still couldn't get over people who did that]

I can't say milk and sugar in tea is a usual thing in my world. It would disrupt the natural taste of it.

[Once the tea has steeped the proper amount he pours in one long smooth motion as was proper before handing Remy a tea cup. He seems a bit amused by the element bending kids world comment]

Yes, I would be from the same world as Aang, Katara, Zuko, Ikki, and Toph. Though fire benders will more often produce their own flame. It is a dangerous element that can rage out of control.

Blame the English, think they started it. [Remy took the cup once offered, raising it as a bit of a 'cheers' as thanks.]

Don't need to warn me, swear I lost too many good coats to my old teammate's over zealous use of his powers... [Damnit John, this was why Remy kept stealing his lighters and hiding them from the mutant.]

[Iroh strokes his beard. That term seemed vaguely familiar]

I take it you are from one of the Earths then?

[Have a deep laugh at that]

Yes, there is a practice of avoiding fancy clothing around young fire benders, they have a tendency to ruin fabrics before they get control. Although if he was a bit older, he should know better. Some people get a little too enthralled with their own abilities.

That I be, one of the many ones that 'ppear to be out there. [Alternative universes, who knew.]

[Remy couldn't stop a look of annoyance as he sipped from the cup.] This boy be old 'nough to know better. It just be his first love, 'nd he wants to share it with everyone. Johnny be ok, just have to tie him up 'nd throw him somewhere quiet now 'nd then for ya own sanity.

I can understand that. It is always difficult getting over that first love. They tend to leave a mark no matter who or what they are.

If he ain't careful, goin' to end up leavin' marks more on others than himself. Swear the boy is fire proof, or he would had barbecued himself years ago.

Ya mind me askin', ya seem rather at ease considerin' everythin'. Ya been through a draft before?

Oh me? No, I have just seen many battlefields over the course of my life. My world had a long standing war that I was born during, and took quite an active part in.

[He let out a whistle.] That be quite a world to be born into, thought be bad 'nough bein' in one headin' that way. [Ah, good old Earth in his universe. After all this, a mutant/human war didn't seem that bad, depending on what side you were on. Or where Remy could hold up until it was over.]

Ideas and beliefs often come into conflict with one another. I wondered for a time if it wasn't inevitable for people to turn to war. Thankfully our war ended not too long ago, but it seems as if the peace has stayed for the most part.

[He smiles at that, it was hard won, but it had been achieved]

'long as there be someone out there with somethin' someone else wants, or someone who wanna make others fall in 'hind them, 'lways will be. Humanity for ya.

[Remy raised his cup to Iroh.] Then congratulations for ya 'nd ya kin then.

Yes, a sad cycle. I think that we all desire peace though.

[He inclines his head]

Ah, thank you.

'ny suggestions how to get through this merde then? [Remy asked as he finished up his cup.] Or just keep ya head down?

Well, as a strategy ducking is unreliable, but for a moment or two it can be quite reassuring.

[He finishes his tea as well]

Make sure to stay with a group in skirmish formation, and ensure you are covering one another. It is unfortunate that as a group we have had little training together, as discipline is what can win a battle more surely then individual skill or power. Especially with shifters around.

Rather have me a group of unfamiliar but competent fighters than the pick mix we got here. Who the hell thought it be okay to draft kids into this mess?

[Remy drew out his pack of cigarettes, taking one before it vanished inside his coat again. Placing it between his lips, he lit it with a flick of his powers.] Turn them into goddamn cannon fodder.

The Malnosso aren't well known for their wise decisions particularly. It is unfortunately a tactic that is used in war sometimes, to use those who are inexperienced and easy targets as bait in order to draw the enemy out.

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