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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Comments

[musubi]

You've gotten this far. You can make it there. Then you can relax all you like.

Use that thought to spur you on.

[ledbythewind]

How very kind of you to offer your services as a pillow like that.

[Isamu, of course, did no such thing, and Richard knows this. He also knows that now his friend won't be able to say no all that easily.]

[musubi]

Wow, look who's presumptuous.

[Reaching back to toss some of Richard's long hair in front of his face.]

I'll charge by the minute.

[ledbythewind]

[Richard allows it, though it's only a few seconds before he shakes his head to settle his hair (somewhat) back into its proper position. The entire effect is not unlike a bird tried to nest in his hair.]

Your threat would be more effective if there were were a currency I could pay you with.

[musubi]

Think I can't figure something out? You'd be surprised.

[Of course if he cared that much he'd be working for an actual reward.]

[ledbythewind]

I think that you're too lazy to do so, even if you can.

[Because he knows Isamu too well.]

[musubi]

Wow. Wow. I can't believe you just said that to me.

You're lucky I'm too lazy to punch you.

[ledbythewind]

[As tired as he is, Richard is still able to manage a weak laugh at that response. This is working well to get his mind off the situation, though he's still leaning on Isamu for support as he walks.]

You wouldn't dare unless you wanted to be sleeping on the couch.

[musubi]

Hey, sometimes the couch can be really comfortable!

[He adjusts his grip to help support his friend better.]

But you're right.

[ledbythewind]

I always am.

[If he can focus on this, he can stop thinking about the scent of blood that won't seem to go away...]

[musubi]

Okay, now you're pushing your luck.

[ledbythewind]

[Richard just laughs again, a little more genuine this time.]

I think I'll take my chances for the time being.

[musubi]

[SIGH.]

I don't even know what to do with you.

[ledbythewind]

You could have fooled me.

[And he gives his friend a gentle yet firm poke. What he's doing right now is exactly what Richard needs more than anything else.]

[musubi]

Nope. You're a complete mystery. A hundred percent. I'm at a total loss.

[He glances back]

At least I know your favorite food. I suppose that's a start.

[ledbythewind]

Unfortunately, I doubt we'll find any of it here. We'll just have to make do with whatever they sent us as supplies.

[And as if on cue, his stomach growls.

His cheeks are not slightly pink. It is a trick of the light.]

As I was saying...

[musubi]

Maybe not, but we're getting you something to eat.

[Another little tug to pull his friend along.]

Come on.

[ledbythewind]

You won't be hearing any arguments out of me.

[Well, none too strong, that is. He may not have much of an appetite at the moment, but at least he does recognize that he needs to eat to keep his strength up for fighting.]

[musubi]

Good, because I'd ignore them anyway.

[He will shove food down his friend's throat if he has to. Not the best of methods, but no one ever said Isamu knew how to do anything the best way.]

[ledbythewind]

[Fortunately Richard is far too tired for any real arguments, or for much protesting if Isamu decides that shoving food down his throat is the way to go.

With any luck it won't come to that, though.]