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 3

[yourfononsarewhack]

Dear me, no. [He says with a sarcastic imitation of sheepishness.] After all, that implies I would have to actually put effort into it. [He says as he strides forward to get a closer read on the nearest airship. He won't correct her at the moment either - he isn't particularly picky about whether or not she knows his name.]

Day 3

[hollower]

[Wow, excuse you. Huffing, Perona puts her hands on her hips before she takes to just watching the upcoming fireworks instead. She turns up her palms and two of her special hollows waft from each hand, ready for their master's command. But look, she'll hold off and give the old man a chance to cut loose.

Age before beauty and all that.]

And that implies I'm not worth the effort! How rude of you. [Jerk. Not like she's fishing for compliments here (she is), but whatever.]

Day 3

[yourfononsarewhack]

[How sassy of her. Jade is just faintly amused by her behavior.]

My sincerest apologies. [He says relatively light-heartedly.] However could I make it up to a lady such as yourself?

[He's already taking action into his own hand, charging ma laser a fonic arte up. A shining circle appears beneath his feet as the fonons gather. He doesn't doubt that Perona will keep him covered until the attack is complete.]

Day 3

[hollower]

Do your part.

[Simple enough, right? Now, Perona's no expert on those magical things - they still don't make a lick of sense to her, in all honesty - but from hat she's observed of this man and other magic users throughout the battle, it takes some time to recite their incantations and what have you. So, of course, she lets her negative hollows take care of any of the on-coming soldiers, and some of the mini hollows really care care of them. Permanently.

They sure do make good landmines, after all.]

Day 3

[yourfononsarewhack]

[ooc: sob only 'ma laser' was supposed to be crossed out.]

[A glyph glows beneath Jade's feet as he prepares his fonic arte, while he watches her work out of the corner of his eyes. But he keeps his focus primarily on the airship.]

O flames of hell, cremate mine enemies in a cage of fire!

Infernal Prison!

[This made a red glyph appear on the surface beneath the airship, and blasts of flames went upward towards the airship, causing some substantial damage to its underside. With a number of loose Cultists gettng caught in the flames.]

Day 3

[hollower]

[Honestly, Perona's negative ghosts were made for this kind of battling - where they are naturally indestructible, they prove effective in keeping the soldiers at bay while Perona picks them off with a platoon of her tiny hollows. Of course, some of the cultist soldiers figure out her tactics real quick, and attempt at long-range attacks - thrown knives and arrows - but she's a nimble thing, jumping back with a yelp and a curse, then beating them down in revenge.]

Can't you speed that up?! Special Hollow! [She taps the ground, and appears to 'pull' a large, plump ghost from the earth itself. With a wave of her hand, the ghost goes soaring towards the midst of a group of soldiers, chomps down on one with its gaping mouth, and--] Kamikaze rap!

[BOOM. That explosion was far larger than the norm of her teensy ghosties.]