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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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I'm not gonna argue with that...

[As the full force of the close call hits him, he can feel his legs threatening to shake. He unceremoniously plops down on the floor with her, afraid that if he doesn't sit he'll fall.

Her comment makes him realize that he didn't even consider coordinating their efforts with the other Lucetians. There's a lot he didn't even think of, he's starting to realize. He just hopes his neglect won't get them killed.]

Yeah. Shit, we're really outnumbered.

[It's not at all a helpful thing to say. It just slips out.]

[Pilouette hadn't exactly thought to figure out what anyone else was doing either. As someone who's used to doing what others ask of her, this whole flying by the seat of their pants thing has her pretty shaken up.]

W-Well, I'm sure everyone else will make their way in soon. If we could get in on our own, I'm sure they'll get in pretty easy. Um...N-Not that... I mean...

[She trails off awkwardly. Perhaps she's not so good at providing reassurance. Pilouette does her best to try and distract herself from her ever growing apprehension by aimlessly digging around in her bag. After a moment, she pulls out a small bottle of water. She stares at it for a moment, as if she had forgotten she had it, and offers it to him.]

Here.

[Though she may not find her comment the most comforting, it actually gets a short laugh out of Firo. She doesn't seem too bad, but he knows he's about as smart as a brick wall. If they could find their way in, at least some of the others could.

He doesn't realize how thirsty he is until he sees that water. With a grateful nod, he takes the bottle and starts gulping it down. He's about halfway done before he realizes she might want some too. A little sheepish, he offers it back.]

...Thanks. Smart a' you to bring that.

[She shakes her head when he offers the bottle back, managing a weak smile.]

No, it's okay. I have a couple more. A-Actually, someone traded them to me for some of my stuff earlier. I've got a little bit of food, too, if you want some. [She lets out a small sigh, drawing her knees up to her chest.] I might have tried to pack some more if I'd known how bad it was going to get. The last draft I was on wasn't anything like this...

[He nods and holds on to the bottle. It'd probably be smarter to make it last The food he declines with a shake of his head; he probably couldn't keep anything down right now.

At her mention of her last draft, he raises an eyebrow. Though this would definitely be a terrible first draft, he's angry to hear the Malnosso send kids on multiple drafts.]

Which one were you on?

[He's been on a few and this is by far the worst.]

I was on the draft at Terrace...the one before this, I think. It was my first one, too. I managed to go like, two whole years or something without being drafted, so I was so totally scared when I saw my name on that list.

[After all, back on Terrace, she had been able to stay in the medical area, where it was relatively safe. She had been able to just follow orders without having to think about whether what she was doing was going to get her killed or not. She had been able to work without thinking about the possibility that she might really die.]

When they called us out this time, I thought I could handle it easy, but...

[Ouch. He can't even imagine what that must have felt like. A first draft is bad enough, but he imagines it might be even worse if you've managed to wiggle out of them for so long.]

I was on Terrace, too. Wasn't too bad, but this one was a real curve ball.

[He smacks his knee with the heel of his palm. He's not sure why he does it, except perhaps to try and work out some of his anger.]

They're real bastards, aren't they?

Y-Yeah, they're- [Well, she wouldn't say "bastards." Not because she doesn't think they are, but because it's not very lady-like to say.] ...They're awful.

...Back on Terrace, I wondered what my dad would think, seeing me bandaging injuries in a war like that. I bet if he could see me now, he wouldn't be able to believe it.

[More likely, he would totally lose it. Thinking about it gives Pilouette a strange feeling, one she can't quite place. She's relieved that her father would never know about any of this, but at the same time, the idea that he would never know if something were to...happen to her is unsettling.]

Any parent worth the name would be pretty pissed off to see their kid in a place like this.

[Though Firo's concerned about what his Family would think of him fighting for someone else. They're understanding people, but it must be against the rules somehow.

That thought it a painful one to hold on to, so he thinks back to her comment about Terrace.]

Is he a doctor or somethin'?

[Maybe that's where she learned to use that first aid stuff?]

Nope. Investment banker. You know, helping people figure out how to make money. ...I think.

[She looked it up a while back, tired of admitting to not actually knowing what her dad did for a living.]

Grandpa used to be a doctor, though, but he mostly treated like, athletes and stuff. I kind of wish I'd asked him more about his work, being stuck out here like this.

[Though, she admits to herself, there's no way she could have known.]

That's a job..?

[Firo would have thought that anyone good at making money would keep that secret to themselves or their family. And, actually, with the number of times banks have messed up in his lifetime, he's surprised anybody trusts bankers anymore. ]

Either way, I bet they'd be proud. How did you learn to do stuff like that?

[Even given their current situation, Pilouette can't help but feel a tiny bit pleased when he says he thinks they would be proud of her. She hopes that he's right.]

Do stuff like...? [Oh, right. He'd asked if her father was a doctor. He must mean the first aid stuff.] Oh! Mia, one of the people at the battledome clinic, has been teaching me for a while now. I think I've only recently started getting a handle on it, though. Really, I never thought it was the kind of thing I'd end up doing.

[He never spent time on it pre-immortality, but any sort of first aid seems like a useful thing to have. Perhaps there are ways to protect your friends beyond just beating up the person who beat them up...

He almost laughs when she mentions she didn't expect to have to do that; do any of them? He definitely didn't.

Both because he's curious and it's a nice distraction, he asks:]

What kinda stuff did you wanna do?

[Pilouette is thankful for the distraction as well; it's better than thinking about what's going on around them.]

Well, back home, I wanted a be a baker. I was going to go back to France and go to culinary school and college or whatever. Really, all that stuff I wanted to do feels like it was all kind of unimportant. It's like, what was I even doing, anyway? You know?

[Compared to what she's doing now, anyway. She stops for a moment. She's been talking about herself more than usual this whole time, hasn't she?]

...What about you? I mean, you probably had stuff you wanted to do at home, too, right?

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[Baking, college, and France, huh? That all sounds much fancier than anything Firo would have guessed. College wasn't an option for very many people on his area; he raises an eyebrow, mpressed, before he answers. ]

Well... I guess I was already doin' most of what I wanted before I got dragged here.

[Except finding his kidnapped friend. He had been running around in an aimless search for her when he suddenly woke up in Luceti.]

I managed one of my Family's casinos back home. Never thought I'd be cut out for that side a' the business, but so long as it works for them.

[He shrugs, smiling a little as he thinks of home. ]

If you were already doing what you wanted...That's totally great. I think a lot of people don't even know what they want to do before they get to do it.

[Though, she didn't learn that unti she had been in Luceti for some time, wondering just what it was she was doing. When he mentions managing a casino she can't help but be impressed, though she thinks he's being literal when he says family. When she hears "casino" she can't help but think of the ones in movies, huge and glamorous, filled with sophisticated people who have money to spare.]

Managing a casino is like, pretty big time stuff, though, isn't it? Your family must really trust you to take care of stuff, huh?

[Firo's pretty much always known what he wanted, though he never had a concrete plan on how to get there. And his job is just incidental; he does what he needs to do to belong somewhere.

He looks away, embarrassed.]

Well, uh. Ours isn't that big. And where would we be if we didn't trust each other? We're family.

[Pilouette wouldn't be the only person confused by Firo's usage of the term "family." The Martillo Family is a part of his family, in his mind. And the most important part, when it comes down to it.]

[Pilouette smiles a bit when he looks away. She's not sure she could have imagined someone as tough-sounding as Firo getting embarrassed over something like this before now. Though, it's not as if she knows him very well, anyway.]

That...sounds about right. I mean like, if you can't trust your family, who can you trust, right? [Pilouette stays quiet for a moment; she has her own hang ups as far as family is concerned but...well, that's not something she needs to bring up. She glances back up at the window they came in through.] It feels a little weird having this kind of conversation in a place like this, doesn't it?

[After all, just a little while ago they were scrambling to get out of sight and stay alive...and now here they are, talking about such normal things.]

[He smiles brightly, unguardedly happy to have someone agree with him on, what he considers, one of the most important things.]

Exactly.

[He runs a hand through his hair, considering her remark, and the smile fades.]

Yeah. ...I'm sorry, it's probably not a good idea, is it? I should be keepin' a lookout or somethin'.

[He doesn't know how to deal with a warzone like this. A prolonged fight with another Family was always a possibility back home, but Firo's never experienced one. Even then, going into enemy territory wouldn't require this level of sneaking.]

Oh! N-no, I didn't mean it like that! Actually, um, it was kind of nice not being scared for a little bit. I should probably be watching out, too...! ...Huh?

[Pilouette peeks over the window sill. She can hear the sounds of combat, though she can't see anyone nearby.]

I guess that means that people are finding their way in, huh?

[He smiles when she said that their chat gave her a reprieve from being scared. Even if it was only a brief time, he'll take it.

Though he's not sure if his extra pair of eyes will be much help, he joins her at the window.]

...Yeah. That's gotta be them.

What do we do now?

[She turns her attention back to Firo, a thoughtful expression on her face.]

I'm not sure what exactly we should do, but...we probably shouldn't stay here for too much longer, huh? We probably shouldn't stay anywhere for too long...

Yeah. Stickin' around too long probably means it'll be easier to find us...

[But moving around increases the risk they'll run into someone. Still, it has to be better than sitting around.]

Which way do we go? Farther in..?

[Do they even want to see what'll be deeper in the city?]

[Pilouette is thinking the same thing. After what they saw when they entered the city, she can't imagine how much worse it could be further in. She's actually pretty afraid to find out.

For a moment, she gives it some though before letting out a sigh.]

I've got no idea. [She figures there's probably more of a chance of running into more cultists than there is of running into other draftees.] Either way, we're in like, a totally bad spot...

Yeah...

[Enemies behind them and probably enemies in front of them.]

Well, I won't judge you if you say no... But since we're here already, wanna try gettin' to the bottom a' this thing?

[Firo's of the opinion that all their trouble may have been for nothing if they don't finish the fight.]

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