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

[250mhzwabl]

Glitch in the matrix? Dream within a dream?

[He tries to grin, though it fades when he looks down the field at the surreal crush of figures coming together in combat, and he swallows hard against the sensation that he is in danger of being ill. Something in what they'lve just swum out of reminds himtoo much of home, though. Reminds him ofthe grasping of rotten hands, skin sloughing and jagged bits of bone threatening to gouge.]

Did . . . did we just-?

[z_jay]

Die? Near death experience, at least.

[Out of breath, slightly. His hands shook, fighting to calm the adrenaline pumping through recently reawakened veins and arteries. He followed Jack onto that train of thought, regarding the fighting, corpses, the disturbing state of some of them with flesh and feathers removed from the wings.

He took a moment to glance first to Jack's back, then his own to affirm they were still firmly attached and feathered]

Let's just-- think about it later.

[250mhzwabl]

Don't have to tell me twice.

[Jack pats himself down, finding both sword and W.G. in their places, first at his hip and second scabbarded crossways atop his pack. It's the latter he draws, testing it with a few swings, looking from Eugene back toward the city across the field. He does not look enthusiastic.]

I don't suppose we can claim a sick day from needing to storm a walled city, now.

[z_jay]

I dunno, we could claim near-death experience.

[But Luceti had been called to this fight and they had to represent to show what the little guys-- normal folks who didn't have superpowers, could do. Part of him itched to reach for a crossbow-- a not-memory that he still hand that lingered, like muscle memory. Instead he drew his own weapon, a sword similar to the likes of Jack's and rose both his brows]

Got my back, Jack?

[250mhzwabl]

Don't I always?

[The reply came with a sly little look, a curl of his lips, before he trudged toward the thinnest-looking part of the battle. Break through and run. Tried and true strategy, worked with zoms, should be fine with cultists. Right?]

[z_jay]

[no fair catching him a little off guard before he was ready to run into the fray-- but realistically, he wouldn't ever be ready to run into the mess looming before them. Still, their experience with zoms certainly helped them mentally prepare for the feel of braining someone with a blunt instrument.

The shock of whatever they'd awakened from hadn't worn off completely, and once they'd whittled down the offensive, Eugene turned to Jack, out of breath and a little spattered, but intact.]

What-- what'd you... did we dream the same thing or...?

[250mhzwabl]

. . . must have.

[Jack's voice came to him thickly, his energy mostly spent in not being ill everywhere, through the first skirmish and just settling into the awareness of how exhausted their opponents had looked, how harried and muddied.]

Is a dream what we're calling it?

[Because it had felt all too real, every strange and bewildering bit of it, even if he hadn't understood a thing.]

[z_jay]

Sounds pretty good-- like Inception.

[Despite the looks of their enemies, they were still out to kill them and that had been enough convincing for Eugene to want to deny them the honor. Sticking his sword in the ground he leaned against it, catching his breath]

What do you think it was? That didn't feel like Malnosso-- didn't even feel like back home.