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

Comments

(we can thread this out after the battle log if you want)

[gerudoking]

[When you're someone like Ganondorf, you manage to work your way through the pain. It also helps if you went into battle with armor modified to protect your wings. The sight of his former 'ally' shuffling home merits interest. Ganondorf continues his trek towards the plaza until he's nearly upon Sheik.]

The battle did not go so well for you, did it?

cool, cool

[gerudoking]

Indeed. The Sheikah are truly formidable warriors.

[He watches Sheik carefully to see if it gains any sort of response. It wasn't exactly difficult to determine Sheik was a resident of his world.]

[consultmybooks]

[When Giles wakes up, the world is spinning. Good thing he's already sprawled out on his side, on the cobblestones of the plaza.

Wincing, he pushes himself back up to his knees, clutching at his head. Getting up to his feet is an effort - his leg screams in pain at him, the teeth and claw marks scoring the skin still very much livid despite Helios' best efforts. His shoulders ache from where one of the sea monsters...one of the sea monsters...got in a lucky shot before he managed to get out of the water. Probably about the time he was trying to rescue Katie. He's missing a bit of time around then, come to think of it

[Reaction/action]

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia is up in her room when she hears the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs. There's been people coming in an out - people returning from the drafts and friends checking on friends - but these steps feel much too heavy, much too... off.

It's a few minutes later when she gets the urge to check her notebook, maybe see who else has come in and check up on a few more people.

That's when she sees the recording.

No. No, no, no. Not so soon, not right after a draft. Ginia's out the door, flying down the stairs even as Giles' words ring in her mind.

'When I hear someone being taken? I try to run to them. I always try and run. I never find them in time, and I couldn't do anything to stop them if I did. But I look. And she'll try. Dammit, she'll try, even if he's well gone by the time she gets to the woods. She searches, tries to track them down, but there's nothing

[action]

[folkloristic]

[ Ginia might hear hurried footsteps coming from the floor above hers. The droids were looking for someone and he couldn't just...

It was too soon. Why did they always come when it was too soon? Granted everything was in the end no one was ever prepared for it. Much like everything in this place. But with his journal in tow he rushes down part of the way eyes widening as he realizes it's Giles. Of course. He too runs knowing it'll never be enough. It's not so much as panic but sheer disbelief. Right after the draft? He has a spell in mind as he reaches the bottom floor, shortly after Ginia and the droids have left. But there is no one there. He couldn't even fight them and at least try to stop them. Not that it would matter.

When Ginia returns she might find Helios sitting outside the apartment. He looks tired, ever to tired, and he can only stagger to his feet when she goes to drop off his things. ] Ginia...

((ooc; I hope this is okay too! :I))

[action]

[shadedsunlight]

((ooc; Most definitely. They can all bawww together. Just wasn't sure if you guys had anything planned.))

[Ginia's surprised to see Helios sitting outside the apartment and there's a brief flicker of surprise before a tired smile takes over. Wordlessly, she holds out Giles' belongings for him to take, trying to find words to sign once her hands are free.

What's there to say? After almost a week of fighting, just when things look peaceful again, it all has to be taken away.]

/It's not fair, is it./

Is this YOUR place?

[derek_bliss]

[Yeah, all right, this isn't funny.

What wakes Derek up isn't grass, gravel, or even the sheets of his bed.

It's the rising sun. Between the warmth and the fact that he still instinctively reacts to being unexpectedly out in the sun, he's trying to roll away from it before he registers that scratchy sensation on his cheek.

That scratchy sensation that you get from having your face planted on the shingles of a roof.

That he's now falling off of.]

*WHUMP!* *CRACK!* FUCK!

[Welcome home, Derek. At least it was only one story and there was a hedge to break your fall?]

[generalflirt]

[No but he is walking past the house. And sees.... a man swear and fall in the bushes.]

...Eeeeh...

[And now walking towards said bushes to see if he's okay. Yes, he's out this early he has had little sleep]

[derek_bliss]

[At this point, Derek is getting himself sorted out so that he can figure the best way to stand up without poking himself full of branches. He looks annoyed, but calm, and he'll glance up when he sees someone approach.]

Hey.

[generalflirt]

[Oh wow it's an old dude]

Hey. You okay?

[floralphantasm]

[That was a fun few days, huh?

These last five days would have been like a holiday, if only Yuuka didn't come to hurtling down the side of CH4. It takes her a moment to realise whats going on, though smashing against the side of the building helps some.

She's able to right herself before landing on the floor luckily, turning in the air and slowing herself to leisurely pace before setting foot on the ground.

Now the youkai has returned, first things first. Check on that garden. Yuuka will be working within her garden as per usual, after taking a leisurely stroll around CH4. If she's tired it really doesn't show.]

[hotmonsterdad]

[Loki wakes up on his back. It's not too bad, actually, because the ground is soft and solid and fragrant. He is beginning to get an ominous feeling, though. Not just because he remembers his strange behavior from the past couple days, but because there's something else. Something else about this nice bed of flowers that he's lying on...]

1/2

[floralphantasm]

[So rounding the last corner of CH4, she returns to her gardens. Everything seems to be in place, just as she left it in fact. Except for...]

Ah.

[...Oh. That's a new addition.]

[floralphantasm]

Get out. Now.

[Though should Loki want to lay there a little longer, that is perfectly fine too. Of course should he dally for too long, he will end up experiencing a parasol forcing it's way through his flesh and bones as a very angry youkai swoops over.]

The Battle Dome Clinic--Good Spirits--Around the village

[lists_to_port]

[Jack wakes up in a bed that is very decidedly not his own. The confused pirate realizes he has been dropped in the Battle Dome Clinic.

Eventually he also realizes he is once again scantily clad in a ties-in-the-back hospital gown.

As soon as EVERYONE'S BACK IS TURNED (*cough*MCCOY*cough*), this disgraced sailor will be trying to get to Good Spirits before heading home to Cullen House. He is a man on the run.

Jack has no business leaving the Clinic due to his concussion and the horrible burns on his arms, chest, and left leg. (If you do see him walking, it will be with a crutch. He can't manage it otherwise.)

The pirate also might be acting stranger than usual due to the amount of narcotic painkillers pumping through his system.

The man still needs a drink, though.]

[slaying]

[ oh, jack -- that's clever. make your daring escape to your worried girlfriend's place of employment. that'll go down so so so well.

but she might forget that you're not supposed to mix drugs and booze and serve you anyway. ]

[lists_to_port]

[And McCoy has EXPRESSLY FORBIDDEN him any alcohol.

Eventually Jack makes it from the Dome to the village. It takes a long time. Every step will be worth it if he can just get some rum. When he finally does sit down at the bar, it is with a NOTHING IS WRONG grin and bandages just peeking out from beneath the leaves-nothing-to-the-imagination hospital gown.]

OI! WOMAN! RUM!

[slaying]

[ the shout drags her attention away from bottles that she was stocking down in a cupboard beneath the bar. buffy stands up rather quickly -- one bottle in hand -- and stares at the sight of...oh, dear lord. what is he? where was he...? shouldn't he be...? ]

J-Jack...? [ she says his name like she's trying to reign in the attentions of a puppy that must have escaped through the kitchen door and was now cavorting around neighbourhood. ] You're -- have you seen yourself in a mirror, today? 'Cause I have to tell you that I'm not really a big fan of your latest fashion choice. Which is a shame, really. I was just about coming around to really dig the whole romantic pirate look. Escaped patient chic? Not an upgrade.