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[malnosso]

Attention, Region Six. A draft is scheduled to commence on August 25th for five days following. Your location will be the West Central Ocean, en route to Kano Harbour via three ships. Choose a suitable captain for each, and the pilots will be programmed to follow your orders. Don't waste my time with incompetence, either. Put in charge only those who deserve it.

These are the residents who have been selected to participate.

[As usual, the list posted HERE is offered in text form, sans the mun names.]

Your mission is to protect the cargo ship above all else. Within three days you will reach your destination. Opposition numbers, rank, and skill are impossible to predict, however, their equipment often prevents them from attacking at night. Remain on guard, but take advantage of the respite you may receive by night. Upon reaching the harbour, the cargo will be unloaded. You are to continue protecting it until it is safely out of range of their attacks. I would advise against swimming unless you want to die.

For those of you who were involved in the last draft, I have only one thing to say: your performance was acceptable.

Over and out.

[Once again, the commandant will not reply to anything but draft-related questions or particularly inspiring comments, so if you're looking for a response, be sure to give her something worth answering!]

Comments

[voice]

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

I-in my Tower? I mean...Building 7! I'm in my room.

[voice -> action]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

Right. Okay. Can I-- [ ... ] I'll be there soon.

[ He means it. After all, he happened to be at home, too. And they're in the same building. THANKFULLY he'd fount out the number of her room sometime previous; how convenient, right?

... anyway. He heads up there. It only takes him a minute or two before he's knocking on her door. ]

[action]

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

Who's there? Who is it? [Yeah---not taking any chances.]

[action]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

It's me. [ His voice is quiet, heavy with emotion -- only just loud enough to be heard within the apartment. ]

[action]

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

[That door is immediately opened and Rapunzel is in your arms, Flynn. Shaking, and holding on tightly.]

[action]

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ ... oh, good. That saves him the trouble of having to reach out to her first. Without any hesitation at all he wraps his arms around her and holds her close, shutting his eyes as he rests his cheek against her hair.

Rapunzel. Rapunzel, getting called to war. For all her cleverness and determination and all that magical hair... war is a different beast, and he knows it and it seems like she knows it too. And even though he isn't showing it, he's unspeakably terrified. For himself, sure -- but mostly for her. ]

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

Flynn? [Her voice is just above a whisper.] I think I can be brave for the war.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ For a moment he says nothing, opening his eyes to stare at the floor. ]

... I'll be right there with you, Rapunzel. The whole time.

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

[GOOD. That is....good. She can look after him if he's near her. She can...if he gets HURT, she can heal him. Oh God he might get hurt. ]

And I'll be right with you, Flynn Rider.

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

[ He releases her just enough so he can get a good look at her face, loosing one arm to bring it up and gently touch her face instead. His smile is weak, but it's there. ]

We'll look after each other. Those Third Party whatevers will wish they'd never run into the likes of us.

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

They'll...right. Because we fight with cookware!

[gasconadead.livejournal.com]

.... about that. [ His smile falls, and he releases her, suddenly uncomfortable. ] ... Rapunzel, I'm not ... going to bring a frying pan. ... I'm getting a sword. A real one.

[paintsthewalls.livejournal.com]

[She has heard faraway things about battles. They aren't something Mother Gothel has ever educated her about, but Rapunzel knows enough to understand the worst.]

...Good. Flynn? I-I want you to have a sword, because I want you to be safe. Protected. The pans are great but...