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

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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[The panic is more for the bodies littering the ground than himself. Are they already dead, or is the life still draining out of them, pooling somewhere like their blood? His stomach lurches and he swallows dryly.]

I've gotten worse than this.

[But his voice is strained through clenched teeth as he yanks his arms out of his jacket and ties it over his wounded side in a makeshift bandage. Hardly any of the beige material is left unstained by grime or unnameable blood. When he's done tying the knot off, he'll head for the closest door he can find, pushing his shoulder against it as he twists the knob to let them both in.]

Yeah. Sure. [She doesn't mean to sound dry, and she tries not to; if anything it's noncommittal, just words, something to do while she drags her exhausted self along and through the door he found.

Looks pretty empty inside, at least. For once. The structural damage lets in plenty of light, too. Sheena looks around, waits for a moment with her hand on a table, lets out a breath.]

Okay, pretty sure I'm not gonna pass out any time soon. Sit down somewhere and let me see what happened to you, I'm not a doctor but I've got a bunch of supplies.

[And she is an expert in panicking and somewhat practiced in how to not. Finding another focus is second on her list. ...Injuries aren't really a great focus but she can't just let him bleed while he picks something else.]

[He makes sure the door is bolted shut - not that it would deter any cultists who really wanted to break through, what with so many other holes punctured into the building, but it's an obstacle at least - before hobbling over to the only chair that's still upright and easing himself down. It's cumbersome, with all his gear still strapped to him.]

Dammit...I was supposed to have your back...

[As he moves aside his knotted jacket and pulls open his bloodied shirt, he's calculating how long they can safely stay here. they can't afford another altercation so soon. If he hadn't been struck, they could have retreated to one of the pockets of the city secured by Lucetian forces.]

"Supposed to"? You did have it. If I'd had to do that by myself I'd be dead.

[The cut doesn't look too bad. Sheena's hands shake while she sifts through a pack of stuff. That's a bad sign. The mana drain might catch up with her after all.

After some long seconds, she holds out an apple gel to Jean.] Eat that. It's, uh, it's kinda like medicine, I guess, except it tastes good. It'll help. [Too many people have looked at gels with suspicion before.] You should stop bleeding at least.

[Jean clamps down on any argument to the contrary. It could've gone much worse. There's nothing either of them can do about it now anyway. Thinking about it like that will just distract him from the here and now, which is where he needs to be.

He gives the gel only a brief look of uncertainty before he takes it and pops it into his mouth. If she says it's medicine, he has no reason to doubt her.]

...Thanks. [She's at least right about it tasting good, kind of like apples. Soon after he swallows, a soothing warmth surrounds his wound, and he holds his shirt back to inspect his side. The blood seems to have stopped leaking out.]

Hey...it's working...!

Yeah, it's supposed to. [Over the years, she's gotten a lot better at being reassuring about injuries and safety, but not much better about all the fiddly parts. She has a lot of supplies but not a concentration of specific ones; finding a cloth she can fold up and some bandages she can tie around it feels like an achievement.]

I can't use any filial magic because we'll just end up attacked by shift hunters. Sorry. This is the best I can do. [Which is going to be a decent patch-up job until they find actual healers somewhere, nonetheless. Ninja have to be able to deal with everything in the field.

Her hands are still shaking, and there's a fuzz coming into her hearing. This is bad this is bad this is bad, but she refuses to say so and forces herself to breathe slowly instead.]

[A curt shake of his head to dismiss her apology.] Good enough for now.

[He won't tell her not to worry about it, though, because the stack of things to worry about is towering over them and toppling down. Staying still feels like an accident waiting to happen.

And he does notice the trembling of her hands as she works with the bandages.]

You sure you're okay?

Not as sure as I could be.

[Tying a last knot, she takes two steps back from Jean and sits down right there. Knowing what an incoming near-faint feels like is awful, and it would be worse to fall from standing. That guy'd probably try to catch her and start bleeding again.]

I'm gonna be okay, I just need a minute first.

[After glancing over her handiwork, he's buttoning his shirt back up and shrugging his bloody mess of a jacket back on, careful not to twist his body too much. He leans forward in his seat to stand, scooting the chair toward her like that might help in any way.]

Not to rush you or anything, but we shouldn't stick around here much longer.

[Even though little can be seen of the street from where he stands, he throws a hasty look out the window.]

[She waves a floppy hand in the direction of the chair sound.]

I'd rush me if I could. [And damn it, she knows it's slurred, sounds without precision to turn them into anything. Sitting on the floor with her head in her hands is the best she can do, especially once the grey hum turns into solid static and most of her body forgets what sensation is.

Lucky thing, that she doesn't pass out completely or throw up. Barely seconds later she's back inside her own head, the fuzziness dissipating and leaving a shaky, heavy float in its place. One eye opens, then the other; she knows it's useless to try sitting up yet, let alone standing.]

Sorry. [Sheena thinks she got her lips around that one enough to make it clear, but she doesn't know for sure.]

[He feels awkward watching her and knowing that he can't do much of anything to help her, so while he keeps an eye on her, he funnels most of his attention and frayed adrenaline into watching over the perimeter of the building that they've taken up. There's a gaping hole in the ceiling, and when he steps around the rubble beneath it - his movements still ginger - he can peer into the upstairs. He glances back to her.]

It's because you did that magic thing, right? [Not sure what else to call it.]

Yeah. Usually it-

[Ugh, that's a lot of complicated words she's trying to make. Sheena wipes her face with her sleeve, for all the good it does, and tries again, looking at him through half-closed eyes.]

Usually it's not this bad. I'm just tired. Been a long day. Mana's coming back though.

I'll take it that's a good thing.

[Because he has no idea what the hell mana is. It's been a long day for everyone - almost a full week of long days - and he suspects that if not for the adrenaline pumped up to a fever pitch by the life-or-death necessity of battle, they'd all be dropping like flies.

He starts to move back toward her.]

I could get us out of here pretty easy if I had any gas left, but... [He knocks on a canister, and it gives a hollow ding.]

Any gas? [It still takes effort to look at him and comprehend things, and it sounds like he means he uses those metal containers to fly, or something. To jump really really far. That's ridiculous.

...Which probably makes it true.]

Sorry, can't help with that one. Gimme a hand? [She's trying to force her unsteadiness aside, it's time to go, but the leverage to get up is just outside her reach.]

Didn't expect you could.

[He doesn't anticipate random strokes of luck out here. They seem to be running low on that, too. Once he's back at Sheena's side, he bends down and offers his hand to her.]

Think you're okay to walk?

Yeah, with a little help at first. [Sheena pulls herself to her feet with the help of Jean's hand, flashing him a quick tired smile.] Thanks. You did a good job holding those guys off. This whole thing is about as rough as it is stupid but it's good that you can handle it while it's heavy.

[...This definitely isn't the time or place to be thinking that, despite the blood and grime that dirties all of them, she's really pretty. So he tucks his awkwardness into tough posturing, shuffling his feet and pulling his shoulders back. He won't retract his hand until she's sure she's stable on her own.]

I would've been dead meat if you hadn't shown up when you did.

That's why they sent us all in here, right? To give you guys a little help if you needed it. [Sheena shakes herself a bit, trying to bring sensation back to all the proper places.] I wouldn't've done that well alone against all of them either. Let's get going.

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