Zompania Draft - Draftees and Reinforcements, mid-day 4-early 7

[lucetimods]

Who: Draftees and Volunteers
What: The draftees and the reinforcements must hold against the Third Party army until rescue arrives
When: From May 23 through the wee hours of May 26 (days 4-7)
Where: Zompania
Summary: Draftee information and Volunteer information
Rating: Varies on thread, please mark explicit material.

This post is for the rest of the draft, beginning when the volunteer reinforcements arrive. Look up in the sky--your friends are parajumping in! Be sure to use the above info post for any plotting needs you might have. Enjoy!

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Day 5

[ledbythewind]

Asbel?

[That sudden silence makes Richard nervous given his inability to see what his friend is doing.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Richard calling his name snaps him out from the depths of his thoughts.]

H-huh?

[ledbythewind]

Is everything all right?

[Don't lie to him, bro. He knows there's something on your mind.]

[drawnbythesword]

Y-yeah, everything's fine. [He's sure as hell going to try. He just won't be very good at it.]

[ledbythewind]

Asbel.

[Another repetition of his friend's name, but this time it's in the all-too-familiar "this is a command, not a request" tone. Asbel always listens to him when he needs to talk; it's only fair that he repay the favor.]

[drawnbythesword]

[He sighs. He can't hide anything from Richard, it seems.]

It's just about what you said.

[ledbythewind]

About this being like Vaskoth, you mean?

[Now he feels a pang of regret for having even brought the subject up in the first place. The comparison had seemed like such a natural one to make, yet upon seeing how much it appeared to be distressing Asbel, Richard is having second thoughts about mentioning it.]

[drawnbythesword]

Yeah... Vaskoth went really poorly. I even had to kill some of our comrades.

...I don't want any draft to turn out like Vaskoth did again.

[ledbythewind]

Neither do I. If they hadn't been able to find that cure...

[The thought prompts a slight shudder. How many more people would have died?]