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

[relictusdeus]

[A low growl rumbles in Abel’s throat and it comes within a foot of Remy, feathered, ragged wings thrown open in what is meant to be an aggressive display -- but Isaac raises a hand in a pacifying gesture. All for show as their bond is one that extends beyond visual cues.]

Calm yourself, Abel; he has done me no harm. [He cocks his head and his eyes gleam whiter, almost iris-less when catching what scant threads of moonlight pierce the haze hanging thick and low overhead.] ...Not yet.

[While he doesn’t mean to allow Remy to linger too long, not especially comfortable with the idea of drifting off even lightly with anyone keeping this close, he supposes a few minutes can’t hurt. That should do.]

Your... concern, charming as it is, is misplaced. [He smiles still while reaching into his pack for one of the potions Julia had left him with.] 'tis the enemy who should worry, if there lies even but a scrap of a brain in their skulls.

[cajunspice]

Yeah, I noticed ya did a bon job at paintin' the ground red. Should consider interior decoratin' as a job. [Remy made a show of ignoring the demon as he pulled a cigarette from his coat and lit it once it was between his lips.] Glad ya be on our side.

[relictusdeus]

You flatter me.

[Ah, a man with a sense of humour and the capacity to appreciate his own is a rare thing and he laughs gently, lifting the potion flask to his lips. Having already once relied on Firebrand’s lifeforce-leeching ability to seal lesser wounds, soothe the dull burn in his muscles, and restore some of his vitality mid-battle, he’s mindful to ration his resources. Only so much healing could be done and there was no knowing for how many days this battle would stretch on.]

Your side? [He allows himself just another small sip before capping it.]

[cajunspice]

As 'ppose to that of fightin' 'gainst us, cher. [Remy smiled before drawing in deeply on his smoke, holding it a long moment before breathing it out.]

Ya ain't someone I be keen to take on in battle.

Ike, just take the dang 'compliment'. XD

[relictusdeus]

[Snorting softly, mirthlessly, he watches a silvery wisp of smoke as it uncoils from Remy’s lips and drifts up into the night sky, dissipating quietly.]

I am not in the habit of choosing sides. [That he owes to Dracula’s betrayal after thirteen years of unquestioning, almost slavish obedience. For explaining away his faults and suffering his ruthless indifference towards anything but his own dark ambitions.]

As it so happens… my intent simply aligns with yours and that of the humans. [Behind cool politesse is a ruthless indifference of his own.] That is all.

That would be too easy now, heh

[cajunspice]

Then let me reword that, to ease ya mind. Be happy ya current intentions are that of those in our little group of captives. That be more accurate? [Don't worry Isaac, Remy would understand where you were coming from about being used then thrown away, about broken trust. He was just generally less of an ass about it than you.]

[relictusdeus]

[He pauses, chewing on the long, sharp nail of his pointer finger through his glove while considering the careful choice of words.]

…'tis a start. [A twitch of amusement teases the corner of his mouth.]

[cajunspice]

'm scared to ask what be the next step. [Although this was all said with good humour.]

[relictusdeus]

[Rightfully so, perhaps. A low, throaty giggle bubbles up in his throat.]

Were you to kneel before me… perhaps I might be compelled to forgive you your poor choice of words.

[That velvety purr of his has a way of transforming any handful of words into a threat or a proposition; even both, at times. But this too is said in good humour.]

[cajunspice]

[This could turn into a dangerous game of chicken, to see who gave up first. Giving a dramatic sigh, Remy put on a pout and added a whine to his voice.]

Ah, cher, we been here. I don't make it a habit of kneelin' in front of other men, as pretty as ya be. Would ya take a more gentlemanly bow 'nstead, with some added dramatic flare only a long coat or cape can create?

[relictusdeus]

[Pretty – that alone is worth another laugh, cooler and drier this time. But he heaves a long suffering sigh instead as he presses a hand to his chest. Rejection in a myriad of situations is something he understands all too well, but while he’s forced to accept it he sees no reason why he can’t ruthlessly tease others for the choices they make. Some entertainment has a way of softening the silly little sting he ought to have outgrown long ago.]

You wound me.

[cajunspice]

Thought we established that be the enemy, not ya.

[Remy tsked him. Inhaling one last time on his aigrette, Remy flicked the butt of it away after putting a small charge into the item, allowing it to 'POP!' in the same manner of a small fire cracker.] Ain't goin' to get 'nywhere in this conversation if we keep goin' 'bout in circles.

[relictusdeus]

[It's a curious little trick - and unexpectedly, a perfect representation of life. A noisy, lonely flash of light in the dark, gone in the time it took to blink. Forgotten.]

And, pray tell, where would you prefer that it went? [He punctuates the question with lazily raised brows, crossing his arms.]

[cajunspice]

I know what I would prefer, mais we came to the 'greement that ain't goin' to work. [Pity but Remy wasn't that keen on adding scars to his current collection.] 'nd possibly poor timin' mid battle.

[relictusdeus]

[A pity indeed, especially given how refreshing it is to be able to speak of sex with someone not only unflinching but with an appreciation for it. He chuckles softly through his nose.]

'twouldn't have been the first time I've found a moment in a battle such as this for... lighter entertainment. [He glances coyly over the branch at Remy, or what of him can be seen from that angle.] Not in the thick of it, of course.

[Damn incubi and their stress-relieving distractions. It had happened - though infrequently - while setting up camp in newly-claimed territory while others were responsible for serving as lookouts.]

[cajunspice]

Wouldn't that depend what type of fightin' it be? Could be the 'ppropriate tactic. [Ok Remy, now you're just getting to be an ass and crude. He chuckled at his own poor joke before pushing away from the tree and stretching.]

'll let ya get some rest, cher. Can't have ya nappin' on the field now, we might get swamped otherwise.

[relictusdeus]

[Joke or not, he can only wonder if Remy's speaking from experience.]

And man thinks me cruel. [He remarks with a thin, wry twist to his smile and leans back against the tree’s trunk after a moment, arms still crossed.] Sleep, and may dawn find you alive.

[cajunspice]

[That was a story for another day, as well as figuring out if Remy would be telling the truth or BSing it as he told it.]

Same to ya. [Remy followed it up with that promised over the top bow, using his arm to let his coat flare out before heading back to his own spot to rest.] See ya 'round, cher.