lucetilogs | 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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[There's no soldiers around for the moment, but there's also no telling how long that would last. With echoes of battles coming in from all directions, the battles will probably reach them soon if they don't move positions.]

[Ion knows all of that, but it was hard to focus right now. The familiar voice calling his name snaps him out of his thoughts, making him turn. His clothes are stained in blood with only some of it being his, and his hair is now sporting a short, jagged look around the edges, like it had been cut unevenly with a knife.]

Cliff? [He allows himself to feel a bit of relief to see his friend, still alive. But even still, he can't find it in him to smile for him right now.]

It's good to see you looking well. How have you been holding up?

[Alarmed by Ion's uncharacteristically disheveled appearance, Cliff cast a quick, assessing glance over his student just to affirm for himself that his one and only student was safe. He was pale, plainly tired, and the blood that speckled his pale robes were unnerving for anyone who knew the Fon Master. And the hair...

Cliff sighed, and reached out a big hand to ruffle the ragged emerald locks.]

Doin' better than you, from the looks of it.

[After taking a quick survey of the immediate area for any potential enemies, Cliff ushered Ion into a place that looked a little more sheltered from the rest.]

...How're you holding up in all this?

[Ion follows with Cliff, though he keeps his eyes alert, only glancing at Cliff while they talk. He knew he'd need to be there to back up the others if more soldiers came by. It was the least he was able to do out here, after all.]

...as well as can be expected, all things considered. I'm trying not to think about it too much.

[Because if he lets himself really think about everything around him and what he's been doing, he wouldn't be able to keep himself together. Even now, there's a certain flatness to his mood, making it hard to tell exactly what he's feeling right now.]

[Which is all the more reason for changing the subject, in his eyes.]

Have you heard any news about the bomb yet? I know people have been searching, but I haven't heard whether there's been any progress on that front yet.

[Much weighed on Cliff's mind as well. Between the looming threat of a bomb that they knew would destroy them and the very present, though scattered, threat of disaster on the battlefield, the Klausian was too distracted to press Ion for details about his uncertainty that he hid behind that flat affect he wore. There would be time later for everyone to recover-- they just needed to survive first.]

I haven't heard a thing 'bout the bomb either, kid. [Cliff shook his head when he made his confession, as if to say that the actual details of it were something that was out of his hands. There were plenty of people who were already looking for it and, while Cliff was keeping his eyes and ears peeled as well, he wasn't going to interfere with any of their plans.] But...I've got faith the people here. We're gonna find it, no doubt about it, and we're gonna stop it.

...it' not often that we'd actually get a chance to do something like this either.

...no. I didn't even think something like this could have been possible, to prevent a disaster even after it's already happened. Back on Auldrant, it was possible for people to read the Score in order to see what it predicted for the future, but even that doesn't compare to something like this.

[Though he's already had his fair share of uncomfortable moments where the fanaticism of the cultists became too reminiscent of those who adhered religiously to what the Score foretold -- those who would allow the deaths of countless innocent people just because their beliefs told them it was right.]

There's nothin' even close to that back home for me, [Cliff admitted. The very notion of anything resembling the Score that Ion spoke of bothered him to no end-- but, he wasn't the sort to let a few words in the newspaper determine his fate for the day either.

He scratched his head and glanced off as he encountered another uncomfortable thought that hit him fairly close to home.]

The only thing we've got like it is in the sim games that some kids play. Lose against the boss and you can start the level over, but you already know enough so you can try to change the way it ends for you.

...damn. Now I wanna know how that guy did this.

[Annoyance briefly flashed in his eyes when he realized the ramifications of it. This was not a feat that he appreciated.]

I suppose it would be too simple an explanation to say he accomplished it using whatever technology powers their shifts. Even after all this time, there's not much we know about how they work, is there?

[Only that they can occur naturally, and when done artificially they can be capable of seemingly anything. Even the barrier they lived in was described as something meant to both keep them in, and keep the natural shifts out.]

Even with what little we do know, it seems impossible.

[He scratched his chin, momentarily pondering over what he understood about the Shifts of this world. Time fluxes seemed like a normal thing....but moving a whole population backwards in time so that they can change a future?]

To be honest, at this point I'm inclined to think they're capable of doing just about anything, so long as the one controlling them knows how to use them.

[Experiments aside, they use them to stock the village, completely create structures of of seemingly nothing, and were even involved in that little test where they were sent back to their own worlds for a day. Moving back time didn't seem all that complicated in the face of things like that.]

....Yeah. Probably. 's weird, even after all this time all this stuff still weirds me out.

I think that's to be expected. Their technology involving shifts is likely becoming more advanced as time goes on. I imagine they'll only continue to be capable of even more unbelievable things soon enough.

Then we've just gotta expect more crazy crap from them in the future. Then, they can't shock us!

[Problem solved, except Cliff knew that this particular incident would be sticking in his craw for a long while after they got back to their bubble.]

Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

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