Draft Log #4: After

[lucetimods]

Who: Whoever wants in!
What: The return of the draftees
When: The night of the 29th until morning; timing is ambiguous for more freedom D|
Where: See below.
Summary: The battle is, for the moment, over; time to pick up the pieces and go home again.
Rating: IDEK

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House One, Night

[soreplaceable]

[Ion hurt.]

[It would take more than conventional healing to help his severed wing. It was something he just had to wait out. Even a full day in the makeshift medical center on the beach hadn't done much to lessen the pain he was feeling throughout his body. Not to mention the fever that seemed to accompany the re-growing process. And after losing so much blood? Well, it's a good thing the Malnosso had the decency to drop him off in his room this time around!]

[Though making him land on his back was still rather cruel. The occupants of House 1 will know he's home the second he arrives, after which he cries out in pain and rolls onto his side with a bit of a whimper.]

[offallingsnow]

[Not the thing you want to wake up to.

With Tear asleep, though, Nephry had settled for a restless sleep of her own in this quiet house. Until someone screamed. She thinks it's Tear at first, going to that room - but no, she's still asleep.

Which leaves only one option. Ion must be back. ...She will knock before entering, but won't wait for permission.]

[soreplaceable]

[It's a good thing she doesn't wait, because Ion is in no place to be answering. His shirt had been cut away because it had been covered in blood, but he had enough bandages wrapped around his shoulder and across his back to keep him decent, and probably rather warm too. The uninjured wing is laying flat against the bed rather than against his back, while the stump left behind by the severed wing was still bandaged.]

[He hears Nephry enter, but doesn't make a move. His back is in agony; it'll take him a moment to recover from that landing.]

[offallingsnow]

[She'd heard nothing from him or from Dist this whole time; it's a shock to see him now in this state, with one wing missing and in so much pain. But it looks like all that can be done for him, has been, except for getting him settled here in his bed.

She can do that, at least, even bringing in an extra blanket or two from the hallway.]

Comm. Building 2, Room #5

[mirrorbirth]

[Asch wakes up abruptly, not because of his sudden transportation from one location to another, but because he's on fire.

....

Shit, he's on fire.

Cursing loudly and rolling off of his bed, he tosses his sword and swats frantically at his burning tabard for a moment before making a mad dash for the bathroom to jump right into the shower, clothes and all (and making quite a racket in the process). Not the best start to the day, but at least he's back and alive.

Meanwhile, on his bed, Star curls up on the comforter and goes back to sleep. That'll teach Asch not to be teleported on top of a dozing cheagle...]

[cakeblocked]

[Luke had been... reading, of all things. His book on hyperresonance, even though it always manages to confuse the living hell out of him. He still wants to learn and have better control over it, just in case he needs to use it sometime.

And then he hears a goddamn racket and nearly leaps out of his bed to grab his sword. Instead, he leaps out of it and only reaches a hand towards it until he realizes that he knows that voice. He pauses for a few seconds, wondering just what's going on...

Then he goes right to the bathroom and yanks back the shower curtain. Was Asch hurt? Did something happen to him out there? What...

What was he doing?]

Asch?

[mirrorbirth]

[He's greeted with the identical face of his replica, cranky, irritated, and very wet. And smoking a little. But! Thankfully, no longer on fire. That's always a plus.

And since Asch notices this, he pushes Luke out of the way so he can climb out, shutting off the water and dragging off his charred tabard. Since it's still pretty bloodstained after all the fighting, and the water is making the blood run loose, he just deposits it right into the shower to drain. He'll have to wash it later.]

...So it's over.

[cakeblocked]

[Once Luke gets pushed, he puts his hands on his hips and glares after his original. He was just concerned, he didn't have to shove him like that...!

But then he looks over his shoulder and sees how the water goes from red to pink, just from the tabard. The sight honestly makes his stomach flip flop a little, so he just winces and looks at Asch again. Yes, now that he saw the water from the tabard, he can see the blood on him, too... It makes the irritation leave him, and he drops his hands to his sides instead.]

Y-Yeah... Are you okay?

Comm. Building 1, Room #18 [voice]

[piggybabe]

[Cracking an eye open upon feeling something cold and hard pressed on her chest, Ino gradually wakes up. As she rubs her eyes, she then discerns that she's somewhere she knows all too well.

Her living room floor.]

They could have dropped me somewhere more convenient, you know. Like my bed.

[voice]

[dangerouswind]

[Just... biding her time while waiting for rescue.]

Where'd you end up?

[voice]

[piggybabe]

[She's now trying to get up slowly. Ah, it aches all over.]

My living room floor. [Yes, Ino, your problems are way harder than others.]

[voice]

[dangerouswind]

... My sympathies. [The sarcasm. Can you feel it?]

Out by the fountain, morning

[shadedsunlight]

[God. They could have at least had the decency to drop her closer to her home. Ginia picks herself off the ground with a sharp exhale, taking a moment to sit on the edge of the fountain. Her share of bruises, cuts, and mild burns, her left arm aches like hell, but all things considered, she fared all right. She sits at the fountain for a few minutes, letting the fact she's back in the village sink in, before getting to her feet and heading back to her apartment in community house 7. Along the way she'll keep an eye out for friends or anyone who may look like they need some help.]

Near the fountain, night -- can also be found in the morning

[risingwinds]

[The past five days have een rough, to say the least. Though Ven's been drafted before, fighting for such a prolonged period still takes a lot out of him.

So, while he's very much awake as he slowly makes his way through the village and towards his house, he looks awfully exhausted. His first plan of action? To let Terra and the others know he's back. Then... he'll probably try and hunt down some of his other friends and see how they're doing. It'd be wise to point him in the direction of the nearest bed, though; he could use the rest.

The next day, he'll be hanging around the bakery, trying to relax and still a wee bit tired.]