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

Better than it was.

[He thinks. He hopes. It's hard to tell with all the mud.]

Can you walk? We really can't stay here.

[Not-bleeding has to be good enough for now.]

Yes. [As much for herself as for him.] I can walk. I'm sorry. [The first of many apologies, as it turns out.]

Don't apologize... you're fine. Come on, take my hand. I'm... gonna try and fly us out of here.

[If all she can manage is walking, then it means they'd either have to drag the soldier or leave him behind. Neither option seems acceptable, with the half-healed wounds on his body. Surely it's quiet enough to allow him to fly them back to the medical area...]

[Mia has the presence of mind to reach for him with her good hand.]

Be careful, Billy. [The mood of the fight is so desperate, it's wearing off on her.]

That's the idea, yeah.

[He'd rather not get attacked and probably killed while trying to escape, either. The area looks pretty clear right now, though, so it's a good time to give it a shot. Last year he'd have been able to teleport them directly or fly them off with a shield around them, but with how out of practice he is... probably not a good idea.

Briefly closing his eyes, he creates a circle of zero gravity around their bodies, tugging on her hand and winding the soldier's arm around his shoulders. After a moment, they start to float, headed towards a safer zone.]

[Mia keeps her eyes closed while they lift from the ground, but opens them once in the air proper. It feels different from any other time someone has needed to fly with her somewhere.

And through the haze of a dampened sunrise, victory looks impossible. Mia makes a quiet, pained sound, closing her eyes again. She doesn't want to see that, not when she can't be there to help.]

[It's hard to carry them both while he's still so out of practice, but thankfully they're near enough to a protected area and out of range of the nearest cultists, so before too long they reach the designated 'medic' area without being attacked. It's a good thing, too; Billy doubts he'd have been able to fend anyone off while carrying two people in his bubble. By the time they reach it, he's tired, but still standing steadily enough.

He hands the wounded soldier off to a couple of MSF medics and crouches beside Mia, focusing on her instead.]

Okay, we made it... are you still hurt? Still bleeding? Is there anything I can do?

Hold me up?

[It's a weak question, as if she expects it's too much of a burden to ask for; she knows she's not holding up well and she'll be too out of it in a minute or two.]

I- I can do better. But I have to wait.

...Do... you want me to help? Or- or try?

[His healing isn't great, he knows. It's actually pretty much crap. But a little bit might be better than nothing. Or worse, her exhausting or hurting herself further by trying.]

[Anything. Anything will help, Mia can heal herself but she can't use her Psynergy to restore her Psynergy, it doesn't work that way, and she's drawing from the bottom of the well as it is.]

Please. [She looks at him, tries to look him in the eye but can't hold it for long.] Could you?

[Well. As low his confidence is with his powers right now, he'd offered, and she'd accepted. He can't back out of it now.

Biting his lower lip, Billy holds his hands up to hover them over her injury, trying to force them to stop shaking. He begins to cast, pale blue light sparking to life from his fingertips, then swallowing the colours of his eyes, too.]

IwanthertohealIwanthertohealIwanthertohealIwanthertoheal...

[Mia waits. She can't do much else, she would have to wait for her power to return as it is- Billy's magic kicks in and though it feels a little sluggish, it helps. Mia drops her hand from holding onto her arm, eyes opening halfway to look at him. The light in his eyes reminds her of how he looked when everything about him went out of control.

It's so unusual to feel healing that doesn't come from herself or Katara.]

[It takes more effort than he'd care to admit, and longer than he'd like, but... he does make some progress. It isn't perfect, but when magic is fueled by desire and he wants nothing more than to heal, to does the trick. At the very least, it should help with the pain and the bleeding.]

..Sorry... it's not my strong point. Did that do anything...?

It did. [There's nothing to be done about the blood she already lost, but she tentatively moves her injured arm, sure that it won't start bleeding again, now.] It did, that's better.

[Ordinarily, she'd smile to reassure him, but her face won't make it.] This whole thing is such madness, Billy.

I know... I know it is. [He moves to rise, offering a hand out to her. Somewhere to rest would be good for her, at this point.] The sooner we beat them, the better off we'll be.

[She won't be able to stand without the assistance. Taking his hand, she does all she can to pull herself up again.]

Thank you. I'm- I'm sorry I couldn't-

[This is a silly thing to apologize for. It's better to stop.]

Don't apologize. You did plenty, healing that soldier. Just focus on taking care of yourself now, okay?

[He's done the self-blaming business already. It's hard to watch, and he won't support it. Especially here.]

[They can call it blood-loss babble later if they need to.]

I will. [The moment she sits back down she intends to close her eyes and center herself again.] Please be careful out here.

Zompania Draft - Draftees only, days 1-3.5

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