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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

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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?

[He has to wonder what prompts someone to make an offer like she just did. Even being relatively confident that he can defend himself, he wouldn't want to be left alone in a place like this. Considering she doesn't seem to have much in the way of fighting skills, there are only so many ways being by herself could end.

He sighs and tries to think of a smart way to answer her last question.]

...Don't do anything crazy. You especially. I guess that's a good place to start, right?

G-Got it. I don't know if I even could do anything crazy.

[Coming up with outrageous plans? No way. Quiet and cautious has always been her style, no matter what she's doing.]

It doesn't sound like anyone is too close by, I think...It might be safer to go from building to building for now, but we'd really be for it if we got like, stuck in one of them, huh?

Glad to hear it.

[He folds his arms and thinks over her words. Heck, he couldn't think of anything better.]

Yeah... But it'd also suck if we got stuck on the street. They could come at us from all sides then. Let's stick to your plan. You ready?

[Ready? Pilouette doesn't think she'll be ready for anything that comes her way after what she's seen in Zompania so far. She gets to her feet and grips her bag and first aid kit a little tighter and nodss.]

Well...I'm as ready as I'm going to get.

Good enough.

[He's a bit shaky himself, barely managing to keep his hands steady. The adrenaline that faded during their break is rushing back now.

He moves toward the window. There don't seem to be any soldiers in the immediate vicinity...]

I'll go out first, see what's goin' on.

[If something gets him right away, hopefully that'll give her enough warning to get away while he regenerates.]

O...Okay! Just be careful out there...!

[Even knowing Firo can't die, she still doesn't want him to get hurt. She can't imagine that being able to survive whatever the cultists can dish out makes it any less unpleasant. She takes a deep breath in an attempt to calm her nerves. She's sure he'll be fine.

After all, Firo seems like a pretty tough guy.]

I will, I will.

[Maybe if he pretends to be nonchalant he'll actually be able to relax. So far, it doesn't seem to be working.

He cautiously peeks out of the window, then, after quickly flashing back a reassuring smile, he jumps down. The sounds of fighting are louder now, but not overwhelmingly so. They should at least have some time to move. As softly as he can, he calls up to her.]

You can come down.

[When Firo calls up to her, Pilouette breathes a sigh of relief before climbing out the window, shakily making her way down the stack of boxes, thankful it's still standing. The sounds of combat have her more than a little on edge and she looks about nervously.]

Now to find somewhere else to duck into...

[In the back of her mind, she can't help but think that they can't just go from spot to spot forever. Eventually they'll probably be flushed out of hiding and...well. She's doesn't like thinking about what might happen after that.]

[He watches anxiously as she makes her way down, quickly glancing from her to the streets and back.]

Yeah, I guess...

[But where to go? Motioning for her to be quiet, he edges closer to the mouth of the alleyway, where it connects with a larger street. Cautiously, he peeks out...

...And immediately backs into the alley when he spies a cultist just a little ways down the street. The shocked expression on his face probably tells her enough.]

[It tells her more than enough and she's not about to take a risk and look for herself. She clenches her teeth, almost afraid to even breathe too loudly. Nervously, she starts to very lightly jog in place as if that will somehow get her going faster if they need to book it.

She begins glancing at the other end of the alley. They might need to find another option, but far from her to trust herself to figure out what that is. For all she knows, there might be more cultists over on that end. Wide-eyed, she gives Firo a look as if to ask "What do we do?"]

[He notices the jogging with a small feeling of reassurance; at least she's not scared stiff. Firo's instincts tend to lead him charging into danger, but he knows people are just as likely to freeze up.

He jerks his head toward the other end of the alley. The unspoken question being "can we get out that way?"

If not, he's not sure what their options are, besides a fight. Or going through the town by rooftops. ]

[Pilouette looks to the other end to Firo and back. Unsure of what else to do, she quickly scrambles to the other side of the alley and cautiously peeks around the corner. Unfortunately, when she looks back to Firo, she doesn't have good news. She shakes her head, having seen another cultist approaching the alley from the other direction.

She knew this wouldn't be easy, but to think they'd get into such a tight spot so soon...]

[Of course it would happen like this. He almost laughs at how terribly this is all working out.

Perhaps he should consider further, but there's only one thing he knows to do. He moves in closer to her, leaning down so he can speak as softly as possible.]

I'm gonna hafta take one out. Be ready to run as soon as it's down, okay? It might call for help or somethin', so...

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