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

[With the Shift Hunter's attention snapped away by that bit of magic, Jean goes in for a second - and hopefully last - attempt. This thing's regenerative abilities are nothing compared to a titan's. Again he uses the beast's body to anchor himself and gain air, and again he swings down with his blades glinting, and this time he slices all the way through its neck.

The severed head falls to the ground like a rotted tree limb and the Shift Hunter collapses in an expanding puddle of its own blood, as Jean skids to a stop in the mud.]

[Ginia braces herself, ready to dodge to the side and dash away as needed away from the massive beast. The smell of rotting flesh, the sharp teeth ready to rip and tear into her... not this time. Not again.

She steps aside as the head rolls on the ground and the ground soaks up blood. Better. Ginia nods her approval before walking over to check on the soldiers. While the soldier she disemboweled is dead, the soldier with a broken wing is hanging on. Crouching over the soldier, Ginia raises her machete and brings it down into the back of his neck.

There. All dead. She wipes her blade off on the soldier's armor before standing.]

[He wipes his blades off on the corpse of the beast before returning them to their sheathes. He cringes at the sharp sound of the machete cutting flesh and scraping bone, and when he turns back to Ginia, he avoids looking at the bloodied ground.]

You didn't need to do that...he wasn't gonna be able to stand and fight anymore. [His words are just barely steady.]

[Ginia straightens up and looks over at Jean, her own expression level.]

/I could have left him there. Wing injury, it's going to keep him down. Maybe no one finds him and he slowly starves or dies of dehydration. Or his friends find him and he describes us and they come after us for revenge. Mercy or pragmatism, take your pick. There's one thing for sure; they will never show us mercy./

[He understands the rational side, but he hates that he does.]

But it still-- [Doesn't feel right, that's still a person, isn't it? His words are choked out by anger, the kind of anger that results from confusion and fear that have no other outlet but to transform into something that's easier to wield.] I wasn't trained to kill people. This isn't the kind of fight I signed up for!

[And he starts to stalk away, because they need to keep moving, and because he can't stand still when he's wound up like this.]

[As if any of them wanted to be here. (No, some probably did, some relish fighting far more than others.) But Ginia understands. His enemies are Titans, massive monsters that want to destroy humanity. It's different when your enemy looks like you, thinks like you, lives like you.

Ginia has nothing to say. It's not a time for words of comfort, not that she has any to give or can give. So she catches up with him and moves in silence.]

[He knows it was a dick move to turn away from her without giving her a chance to respond. A curt sideways glance once she catches up with him shows that she isn't trying to say anything anyway, and for now, silence is preferred. He doesn't have much to say either. Just a heavy sense of apprehension settling down inside of him that has no shape to take.

They'll keep moving in the general direction of the Lucetian forces, groups of which dot the wide, flat terrain, and he'll keep his eyes on the look-out for any oncoming cultists. Stay focused, stay focused...]

[Not a word or a sign passes between them, only the sounds of their feet on the ground, the occasional snap of twig, their breathing as they run. Ginia keeps an eye on their surroundings, but also on Jean. He's young, but he's a soldier, but this is a different war than the one he's used to.

Ginia spots another patrol west of them, too far for them to engage with, still close enough to be a potential problem. She whistles lightly to get Jean's attention and nods her head over in their direction before running a bit more eastward. Best to avoid fights when they still can.]

[He eyes the patrol, warily debating the odds of being noticed by them, and follows Ginia's change in course. He wants to avoid fighting as much as possible, partially out of the pragmatic need to save his strength, and partially out of hesitation to face an enemy that is too human for him to know what to do with.

He won't be able to avoid it forever.]

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