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

[Day 4]

[ledbythewind]

[Even so, he's quick to fire off one more spell in the same direction just in case. Without the ability to see, he'll just have to trust Jean's words as to the efficacy of his attacks. He hates how helpless it makes him feel, though, because he can tell from the sounds that Jean is fighting another cultist.

He just doesn't know where or what to do.]

Are you all right? What can I do?

[Day 4] 1/2

[wipesfaith]

[He blocks a jab from the cultist's sword.] There's another one over here!

Can you-- [And he blocks again, trying to gain the upper hand but at the same time hesitant to find the opportunity to slice through the cultist.] --try some more magic?

[Day 4]

[wipesfaith]

[But then the cultist's blade - perhaps stronger with its wielder's desperation - slips past his own to slice into his arm. With a sharp cry, Jean half stumbles, half leaps back from the skirmish, clutching at his arm as best as he can without letting go of his weapon. His jacket sleeve is wet with blood and fuck it hurts--]

[Day 4]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard doesn't have to be able to see to know what just happened when he hears that cry, but being blind means he has no idea of how seriously Jean is injured or what he needs to do in order to help his friend, and that makes his chest tighten in fear.]

Jean!

[He's already preparing to cast even though he doesn't know where to target to hit Jean's attacker.]

How dare you hurt my friend...!

[The glyph appears beneath him as the spell charges up, the glowing intensifying with each passing second.]

Tell me where to aim!

[Day 4]

[wipesfaith]

[If there were room for it in the middle of battle, he would feel a snap of surprise at Richard's use of the word "friend", but with his arm a bloody, throbbing mess and the cultist still bearing down on him, the comment barely registers.]

Just follow my voice!

[He manages to hold steady as he blocks another blow, but his grip in his injured arm is getting weaker. Fuck. How deep is the wound? He doesn't have time for more than quick, unsteady glances, keeping his eyes on his opponent, and it's hard to tell with all the blood soaking through layers of clothes.]