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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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[Ion hadn't expected to see so many cultists show up at once, and with the others preoccupied, it's a good thing Perona spotted him when she did. He can't manage a response, but he does manage to do as directed, standing up on his unsteady legs and following along with Perona. Everything feels like it's spinning, and he's not sure whether it's because of the arte he used or if he sustained an injury in that last clash.]

[Thankfully most of the blood on him isn't his, save for a rather nasty cut on his arm likely given by a cultist trying to stop him from using his artes. He won't be able to respond much until they find somewhere safe -- his brain is too busy trying not to pass out right now.]

[It's good that Ion can at least move when pressured, and her ghosts run interference to keep the cultists at bay while they make a hasty getaway, but she's definitely concerned about his state of being. It's not just that wound, that she can patch up, but his mental state can't be good. She understands, with everything that went on anyone would be jarred, but they don't have the time for this.

It'll take some effort, but thankfully with her devil fruit abilities and a little (a lot) of complaining and ushering Ion along, Perona finds a room in an abandoned building to pull Ion into, trying to usher him into a more comfortable position. She really has to start up on that wound before it gets infected...the air in this compound isn't exactly the cleanest.]

Idiot boy...wearing yourself out like that...! You shouldn't use skills if they'll only endanger your life! [She's hissing, tugging out supplies from the back pocket of her teddy. She's more worried than upset, though the former only fuels the latter.] Now lie still, I'll mend your wounds... You should be safe with me.

Edited (THERE I FIXED IT. ) 2014-05-25 14:05 (UTC)

[Ion goes so far as to kneel down, but he dares not let himself get too comfortable. At this rate, if he lets himself stop and rest, he's sure he wouldn't be able to get up again. He's already gone most of these 4 days without sleep, and they've begun to blend together -- he probably wouldn't be able to answer which day it was with any certainty.]

I'm sorry... for the trouble. [He's a bit too tired to remember that apologizing isn't the way you go about thanking someone. Even now, he's still trying to catch his breath.] I think I've used my artes more... in these past few days than I have since I arrived in Luceti.

[If Perona knew any of this - that Ion hadn't been sleeping well - she would berate him to no end - but for now she's taking care to patch up the wound on his arm,taking his hand gently in her own and rolling back his sleeve as best she can. After a brief examination, she goes about cleaning the wound, huffing as she mutters for him to be strong and endure the stinging pain. It doesn't look deep or life threatening - more like a flesh wound than anything else. Probably doesn't even need stitches...and only two or three if it does.]

Shut up! Don't apologize for something you can't control! If you had to save your own life, I'd rather you do all you can, but...mmh, you should limit yourself, too. [THIS IS A TOUGH CONVERSATION. He's stupid for pushing himself, but she gets that necessities reigns over logic sometimes.] If you truly don't have to use those abilities,Ion-kun, you shouldn't! You're only doing harm to yourself now!

[He winces a bit at the stinging, but the cut itself hurt more than the treatment at least.]

But I can't afford to hold back. Not while my friends lives are still in danger. If there's something I can do to help them, then I'll do whatever it takes to do so.

[Which means he'll probably be insisting on going back out there soon. Though he really should at least catch his breath first -- one more strong arte like the one from before could really have him fainting on his feet.]

[Oh, Perona knows this speech very well. She's heard it time and time again from people with a steady crew - one person in particular she lived with, in fact. Actually, she's a little jealous...to have people and friends you'd risk your every for, and who would readily do the same. That must be so nice to have.

Probably that's why her speech back is a little more harsh than she intended.]

What you can do is believe in them! They're your nakama, aren't they?! Trust in them, have faith in their strengths and capabilities, and you shouldn't have to force yourself! You'll only burden them more if they have to worry about your health and safety, Ion-kun. If they're stuck thinking about how to keep you on your feet, then they won't be focused on the battle surrounding us! Then what do you think could happen?!

Don't be foolish! [She huffs, then continues her treatment.] It's fine if you want to help fight, but only do so when you have energy to spare. Be their support instead...you don't have any idea what kind of power if born from believing in your comrades.

[His expression doesn't falter, even at the harsh tone.]

I do believe in them. My wanting to be of use to them is separate from the faith I have in their abilities. I know they're all skilled fighters. But still...

[He was worried. And how could he not be? Even the most skilled of fighters struggled on the battlefield.]

[But it was more than just that. He shakes his head.]

But they've always watched out for me. Even back on Auldrant, it seemed like they were always protecting me or trying to rescue me whenever I was in trouble... and yet there was so little I could do to help them. Even now, I know there isn't much that I can do to make a difference in battle...

[He takes a deep breath, straightening out his back and looking up at Perona. He's trying so hard to be strong, even though his body feels like it could give out right there and then.]

But as long as I can still stand, I can still support them. I have to... I could never forgive myself if something happened to one of them. They're too precious to me.

[He really is trying so hard, and Perona can't get too upset at his stubbornness, either. She frowns, then sighs heavily and just dabs at his wound carefully with some guze, trying to soak up the blood before applying pressure and a few bandages. It's not a bad injury, and should heal well if kept clean.]

Do what you can - that's all anyone should ask of you, Ion-kun. If they're you're nakama and so precious to you...then they shouldn't expect or allow you to force yourself past what you can do. Support them to the best of your ability, and no further than that.

Everyone has their limits, Ion-kun, even your friends. Don't go past that, otherwise you'll all suffer. [She wraps his wound in some cleans bandages and leans back, setting aside her supplies back into her teddy's back pocket.] There, can you stand? I can find your friends for you and get you back to them if you're able to walk.

[If not, she's going to stay here until you're better. B\ Or have someone fetch you.]

I think so, yes. [And just to prove as much, he manages to stand on his own -- though he has to move a bit slowly. Kneeling down like that only reminded him how sore his body was right now.]

[It's only once he's standing that he inspects his arm, moving it a bit to test the pain. Then he looks back at Perona -- and makes probably the closest thing to a smile he's made since the draft began.]

That's much better. Thank you, Miss Perona.

[Her face turns a visible shade of pink, bright enough to match the color of her hair, and Perona scoffs loudly. Waving off his compliments, she turns her face away, just enough to hide her pleasure and embarrassment. Darn it, Ion, she's supposed to be upset at you! You can't just go and play her weakness of cute things like that, it's not fair!]

Eeeh, I just have experience taking care of a reckless idiot who couldn't keep the blood in his body. This kind of thing comes naturally now. Just be sure to clean and dress the injury daily, otherwise it may become infected. The air here is disgusting, so the chances of that are very high unless it's tended to properly.

[The air is literally filled with death. She's used to it from her life on Thriller Bark and dealing with reanimated corpses for most of her life, but even Perona knows that dead bodies are a hive for disease...and with the air so heavy with the burning or rotting remains, people need to be very careful. Her concern for Ion especially is very high.]

Where was the last place you saw one of your comrades? A brief description of the area will do. Or how they look. [Her Ghost Network was in full swing, and she could probably easily pinpoint one of them through the eyes of one of her over fifty wandering hollow ghosts.]

[...oh, where were the others at, anyway? They certainly would have seen him get escorted away by Perona, but he didn't really pay attention to where he was being dragged off to in comparison.]

Ah, well... I'm sure you've at least seen them around here already. Anise fights with a giant doll, so she's pretty hard to miss.

Eh--you're a friend of Anise-chan's?

[Perona seems a little surprised, given how she leans back and blinks with wide eyes, but soon enough she smiles and giggles behind one hand. She knows who Anise was of course! They've met several times and Perona's already taken a definite shine to the adorable girl and her delightfully monstrous dolly. ♥]

Horohoro, if that's the case, then I can locate her in just a second!

Edited (GODDAMNIT) 2014-06-11 01:04 (UTC)

Oh, you two have met before? [Somehow he feels like he shouldn't be surprised. Tokunaga would look right at home with all the creepy ghouls and things Perona seems so fond of.] She and I come from the same world. She's one of my best friends.

[...he's normally say that with a more happy face, really. It's just the war getting to him.]

We have, but only several times. She's a very cute girl, horohoro... But if that's the case, then I shouldn't have a problem find her at all!

[She knows exactly where she last saw Anise, and to be quite honest, a few of her hollows are purposely following or keeping a closer eye on the people Perona is very fond of, as well as her immediate teammates. She has to maintain their positions at all times to relay quick information to them, especially Law. And with her hollows' ability to incapacitate cultist soldiers...they sure do help in a pinch, too.

Closing her eyes, Perona's face becomes calm and expressionless - like she's fallen asleep - before she opens her eyes and looks off out toward the fighting.]

She's a fair distance away. Not too far, but considering your injuries...we may not reach her in time. I can tell her you're safe with me, though. And we can meet at a certain halfway point when the fighting dies down in this area, if you're up for traveling, Ion-chan.

You... can do that? [Admittedly, he doesn't know all that much about what kind of powers Perona has, and the fact that she was able to find Anise at all was surprising in and of itself.]

If you can, that would likely be for the best. I wouldn't want her thinking she needs to wait in one place for me to return, especially if there's still a lot of fighting going on around here.

Horohoro, I can.

[It's not surprising Ion knows little about her powers - Perona's not one to divulge the secrets of her Devil Fruit abilities openly, and only a very small handful of people know the full extent of them. But here and now, she has little choice but to let people know a few things. Her Ghost Network is the main source of scouting, intel, and communication right now, where the journals don't work properly.

After shutting her eyes and concentrating, Perona opens them with a little smirk. Found her. That was simple enough - she just had to focus on the hollow nearest to Anise, and use its senses. After muttering a quick message to her about the plan to meet up later, Perona nods then turns back to Ion.]

She knows you're with me. We can meet her later...I know where she'll be headed.

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