malnosso | [Voice, Locked to Residents]

[At approximately 4AM in the morning of the 25th, the journals will suddenly blare with the sound of an alarm, followed quickly by this message:]

Attention, Region Six. This is an emergency. The following occupants are required to report to the teleporters in one hour to act as a reserve force for an unscheduled battle located in Region Eleven, designation Vaskoth.

[A list of names is posted.]

Those who refuse will be forcibly dragged, and we take no responsibility for any injuries obtained should that happen. Anyone not summoned will not be accepted, either as additional forces or as replacements for someone else. Weaponry and equipment not native to this world is incompatible with the nature of your location, and will therefore not be permitted. Suitable replacements may be available to you at your destination. You will rendezvous with Specialist Davis upon arrival, and he will direct you from there.

I repeat, you have one hour. Don't waste your preparation time with pointless questions. Get moving.

[ooc: as stated, the commandant won't answer willy-nilly, so this post can be used for draft prep if you want! Also the full draft details a HERE, for anyone who missed it!]

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[He is sadly not unused to being woken up by alarms. Admittedly, he could happily live without it but his chosen profession didn't really allow for it.

He's awake quickly, grabbing the journal to see what the hell is actually going on, and groans softly at the sight before pulling himself out of bed.

He hates having to leave his bow behind, but pulls on his combat gear and packs a few other bits of clothing into his duffle before heading into the kitchen for a caffeine fix and some food before he heads out, as well as packing a couple of boxes of snacks bars and a canteen of water into his bag as well. Force of habit.]

Edited 2012-10-25 05:01 (UTC)

[Not long after Clint arrives in the kitchen, Billy will stagger into the room from the entrance he'd made for his and Teddy's apartment, clad in full costume. He's also yawning, rubbing at an eye, and looking very much like a teenager who hasn't gotten a full night's sleep.

Clint will get a mumbled greeting that almost resembles human speech (something along the lines of "g'morning, hi, draft time") while he beelines for the coffee.]

[His name hadn't been called- but he knew the score of this sorta thing well enough. Kids sent out to fight a fight that wasn't theirs. He'd thought he'd seen his fill of that not long ago. But nah. It's go'n on here too. He flips his journal closed and pushes his way out of bed, makes his way to the kitchen. Offers Clint a quick wave and Billy a sad look.

Poor Kid.]

You two take care of yerselves out there.

[Sue joined the others in the kitchen, already up and preparing a quick breakfast and sacks of food for Clint, Loki, and the Young Avengers. It bothered her to not be going, but she couldn't really do much about that...so she did the best she could]

Yea, you guys look out for each other. Especially Loki, alright? He's...twelve.

[Teddy wanders in in time to hear that, looking about as tired as Billy, if not moreso. He's also in costume - well, "costume". If looking three feet taller and broader and green counts as a costume.]

We will. [It's almost mumbled, and with that, and a forceful shake of his head, all signs of exhaustion are gone and he looks as if he got a full night's sleep. Oh, the joys of being a shape shifter.]

[Clint smiles at Billy when he arrives although the thought of kids being dragged to fight in a war makes him feel kind of sick. He shoves over a mug of coffee for him and then the kitchen is getting filled. So, more coffee for everyone then.]

Morning. And yeah, we will.

[If he's surprised by Teddy's appearance, he doesn't show it beyond a flicker of surprise because hell it's early and they're going to war.]

[Oh, there's Teddy, ready to go. Truth be told, Billy had been half-worried that he might've fallen asleep again. He accepts a cup of coffee for himself and grabs another for Teddy, wandering over to his boyfriend and handing him the mug, only to turn around and lean up against the shape shifter, one arm lifting to search for Teddy's free hand with his own. It's all so natural that it's like the blond isn't the teenage equivalent of a clawed, armored Hulk at the moment. He's mostly just worried about what awaits them in the battles ahead, even if he's grateful to have more familiar back-up this time around, so the contact is a balm that he needs right now.]

We can handle it... we'll be okay.

[All of us.]

[It's easy enough to fall in line next to Sue and help with preparing breakfast. Just another day of insanity and the cosmos play'n with them, or them play'n with the cosmos. The fact that little Loki's name had been called rattled him a bit. Kid was only a coupla years older than Franklin. Sure, he was Loki but. Kids were kids.]

Been through worse and come out swing'n.

[A beat and Ben looks back over his shoulder.]

Anyone wok'n Fun-size up yet?

Yea, he's on his way.

[Sue's voice was tinged with worry, honestly. There wasn't anything worse than this, really. Not being able to help beyond this? That just...didn't sit well with her. She turned around and tossed Teddy and Clint small buttons. Fantastic Four panic buttons, linked to each other. She gave Billy a second one.]

You boys take these. Billy, give the extra to your brother. You'll need them more than us.

[Teddy accepts the cup of coffee with a quiet "thanks", and he starts to down the coffee while he find Billy's hand with his own free one as if it were a natural movement. He knows Billy could use the support, and honestly, so could he. Teddy isn't sure what to expect out there, but a war is a war. And a desperate one at that, if the urgent tone of the call said anything.

Thankfully, by the time Sue tosses the button, Teddy's already done with his mug and set it aside. So he catches the button easily, turning it over with his thumb and -

Well, he tries not to break down into fanboy glee. Instead, he carefully controls it and merely widens his eyes, the grip on Billy's hand tightening a little.

I FINALLY GOT ONE.]

... Thanks. These will come in handy.

[Maaaaan wouldn't it be cool if the Young Avengers had panic buttons?]

Edited 2012-10-26 03:31 (UTC)

[Clint watched as the two kids fell in together, and even his cold and cynical heart could admit that that is damn cute. Always good to have someone to lean on.

He loathes the Malnosso for sending kids into war.

He catches the button that's sent his way, peering at it curiously and gives Sue a grateful smile before sliding it into the small pocket of his suit for safekeeping.]

Thanks Sue. Both of you.

[And now he was going to sound like someone's mother but it needed to be said.]

You taking extra clothes? You'll need something more than...

[He waves absently at what they're already wearing which, while it might work for battle, probably won't work for staying warm in the middle of the night.]

Something warm.

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