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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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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.]

[She thinks for just a second. As scared as she is of...whatever they'll find out there, it's not as if they can just stop now after all they did just to get into the city.]

Y-Yeah! Let's do it! We'll do more good out there than in here, anyway.

[Though, with Firo having told her that he's immortal...well, she's not sure how much help she'll be to him. She can at least do her best to help him where she can, though, right? Maybe she'll have an easier time treating others along the way with Firo with her than she would on her own.]

[He's more than a little relieved that she agrees to come. It's not fun wandering a creepy city by yourself and he'd worry about the kid if they split up.

It's difficult, but he smiles.]

All right. You're tougher than you look.

[It's meant to be more of a compliment than it sounds like.]

[Well, she's never thought of herself as being particularly tough so she definitely takes what he said as a good thing. More or less. She supposes she really doesn't look very tough or intimidating. She smiles back at him, just a little, before taking another quick look out the window.]

With everyone making their way in, the cultists are probably more alert now, huh? I guess we'll have to be more careful...

Yeah. We should...

[He scratches his head. Planning really isn't his thing.]

...I guess we either gotta be really quiet or really fast. And either way, ready for a fight.

[As unathletic as she is, she's not sure quite how fast she can be. Quiet it is. However, the idea of getting caught in a fight...She's not a combatant by any stretch of the imagination and doesn't want to be a hindrance.]

Um, h-hey. If we get in another tight spot...um, don't worry about me, okay?

[She does her best to look serious and unafraid, but she's probably failing miserably.]

[He jerks his head up to look at her. If she's getting at what he thinks she is, he's not going to be happy.]

'Don't worry about you'? The hell is that supposed to mean?

[When she hears that tone, Pilouette gets the feeling that that was probably something she shouldn't have said and shrinks back a bit. However, she did say it and there's no changing that. Nervously, she starts fiddling with her hair, shifting her gaze off to the side when she speaks.]

I-it's not supposed to mean anything! Just...I'm not much good in a fight so...um...just...don't worry about me...

[She trails off into a quiet half-mumble. "I don't want to put someone else in danger by cowering behind them in a fight." "I don't want to get in the way if things get worse." There are a lot of things she meant but when she means things like this, she can never quite get herself to say them.]

[Firo quickly regrets his tone when he sees her react that way. He takes a step away, running his hand through his hair.]

You say you're not good in a fight and expect me not to worry..?

[A decade ago the Firo who hadn't met the Martillos might have taken her up on that, even knowing it was wrong. But he couldn't live with himself now if he let her get hurt. He shakes his head.]

Just stay close to me, all right? I'll take care a' you.

[Pilouette tells herself that she should be grateful that he's willing to help her, even if it means possibly putting himself in danger. Still, she can't help but be a little bothered by it; he's not the first person to decide to protect her. However...She also realizes that given their current situation, she has no room to argue and that this isn't the time to start being stubborn about it. After all, she's already died once so far and she would rather it not happen again. She takes a breath and nods firmly.]

...Okay. Um, if there's anything you need me to do, just tell me and I'll get right on it. A-And, um, thank you. ...So what's our next move?

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