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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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[Pity there's no busywork to bring him, either. Nobody likes hearing they're out of the fight...well, nobody with Law's disposition.]

Can I do anything for you? While you wait.

[Law's mouth opens. Then it closes. Regardless of what happened on the third day, things are more than grim enough that this worry is ever present for him.]

... have you seen Itachi out there?

[Better asked, do you know if my husband is okay? Itachi's even deadlier in a fight than Law, but he has much more limited stamina, and well, is practically blind without his Sharingan.]

Not since this morning. I haven't been "out" too often. [There are more than enough people in here needing attention.] I can send a letter asking him to come watch you, but by the time he gets here you will have escaped.

[Mia's not much of a joker, and she can't even work up a half-smile for this one, but she hopes the sentiment is there.]

He hasn't come back injured, though.

Curses. My slipperiness has finally backfired.

[Joke's probably fallen flat - it's just a reflex out of habit. A man numb inside isn't terribly funny.

... as he closes his eyes in relief, the ice inside cracks...]

Good. He's strong... [He doesn't doubt Itachi.] ... it's just...

[Mia almost shuts her eyes when Law closes his - and then he speaks. Few words, but important words, and after some thought she decides to wait and see if he'll say more, unprompted. Cutting him off, even with a "just" of inquiry, might stop him instead.]

... he hates fighting, hates killing. He's good at it, too good, really, and it saves him. But he's always looking for a reason do to the things he's doing in the fray...

[All his husband desired above all is peace.]

... I worry about him...

Of course you do. I'm sure he worries, too. Actually, I'm surprised to see the two of you separated in this fight.

[It's smalltalk, one of her best subjects. Perhaps a welcome distraction.]

We got separated when we were dropped into this place - blasted teleporters. Didn't see him until after things. Barely seen him since. Everything's been conspiring to keep us apart.

[It. is. picking at him. He tries not to let it.]

You can do more good in two places.

[How many times had she, had any of them, needed to be in two places at once? This wasn't the same, but having someone to trust implicitly out there elsewhere could be just as good.]

That's true.

[But it does nothing for the fear.]

[Hm. She has an idea of what he's thinking.]

It doesn't help much, does it? Knowing that.

Uh uh. [Shaking his head.] It never does.

I don't think I know anything that will.

[She's watching him, waiting for a sign of change in his condition in either direction. Trying to hide most of the worry.]

[His breathing is slowly becoming less laboured and his skin less pale the more time he simply rests. Not out of the woods, but improving by slow degrees.]

... guess it's one of those things that simply has to be borne. No other way for it.

[Even if he comes out of it now, who's to say it won't happen again? Somewhere more dangerous than halfway back from a building raid?]

Would he think so, too?

... I... think so.

[A slight head tilt.]

Borne and not allowed to overcome you.

Don't hold onto all this talking if you can't. [He's drooping, which...could be worse, sure. She'll go with that for the time being.] I won't let anything awful find you here.

I think anything awful should be afraid to come here. [His eyes are still closed and he's unwillingly easing to sleep. His body needs it.] I doubt it would survive it.

Are you calling me scary?

[He's not the first to say so, and it always catches her off guard. In an odd way that almost prompts a smile, when nobody's fighting for their lives.]

I'll hold you to it, if you are. [It's so low it might as well be a whisper.]

Fierce. [There's a small crook of his lips.] Scary when you need to be. [It's almost a mumble.] You're strong.

... alright.

Fierce, hm?

[She doesn't feel strong, not here in the city of death, staring at her hands when she isn't watching Law manage sleep. Not when lives that matter to her were all lost at once, and a few are gone again. When she lost face and trust and respect from at least one person whose faith in her mattered enough to want it.

When she can still hear the echo of so many screams.

Once she's sure Law fell asleep and is only sleeping, Mia holds her head between her hands. She'll give him some time, an hour, maybe more than that; neither one would want to be out of helpfulness range for much longer.]

... fierce.

[And with that, the Supernova falls into dreamless sleep - body too exhausted for even nightmares. He's reacting still to every sound - twitching and tensing, even though his breathing has become slow and deep. Colour slowly seeps back into his skin, his heart rate steadies.

He needs to be up sooner than later - despite what his body needs - no one can afford the rest. Ignoring the Ope Ope no Mi's price, however, is something else.]

[If she had her way, Mia would let him sleep the night through; at least one of them ought to have the chance. She takes the opportunity for some nonsleeping rest herself, checking on him with some of her restored Psynergy at intervals that lengthen when she realizes he's improving.

She hears attacks, while he sleeps, most of them far enough away, beyond enough walls that she hardly registers them for what they are; the Cultist tactics this time are hard to figure. It feels like trying to catch wind in her hands.

They're in ninety-minutes territory when the sounds of battle move much closer; Mia leaves him under a djinni's watch while she runs to investigate the cause. The skirmish is over as fast as it began, but the injured are already making their way to cover in their safe area.

Mia hurries back to Law's hiding spot, crouching beside him again. With luck, she won't have to startle him out of sleeping.]

Wake up. [She'll try just a hand on his shoulder first.]

[Law's eyes are already opening as her fingertips approach. He's a light sleeper, very light - it just took the sound of her voice to wake him. And had she been a stranger, it would have only taken her presence in the room.]

Trouble?

How are you feeling?

[That comes first, before any permission to get involved in trouble.]

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