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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[Ingo wakes up early, but not this early, on a normal basis. The alarm was startling, but what came after it was worse-- the announcement, and the names....

Emmet's wasn't there, thank god. But his name... ...

And Silver's.]

[Emmet pretty much never wakes up this early. He was startled, having never heard such an alarm. And scrambling to get up and see what Ingo was looking at... a list? A... a draft...]

Ingo...

[He stops, swallowing the lump in his throat.]

Do you have to go? Do you really have to go?

[...]

They use force, if I don't. [Pretty hopeless, on that part.] I have no choice.

[...Ugh. Dammit.]

Emmet... [He reaches out and pulls Emmet into a hug, as tightly as he can. This is-- ugh.]

[Emmet clings tightly onto Ingo, already trembling. He knew this sort of thing was what was normal, but--]

Can... can I go? Can I volunteer? I do not want to leave you all alone again!

No. They pick who goes and who stays. It's not up for debate.

[He tried knocking, but he didn't try being very loud about it, so ultimately, he just slipped in.]

Are you ready yet? [Stay cold and detached. Right now's not a time to let emotions to get involved.]

[Does he look ready to you, Silver?

Ingo doesn't answer immediately; he pauses, but he does reluctantly and slowly pull away from Emmet, standing up.]

...One moment. [Silver's being a little insensitive, but-- he does have to get ready. He can-- hold Emmet after he's dressed, a little.]

[Alright. Alright he... he can let go. Oh, it hurts, it's so scary to let him go, but Emmet pulls up his smile. He has to, he needs to calm down.

He goes to the other room and gathers his Pokémon, returning with their Pokéballs. Yes, Ingo, come here--]

Here. Here... take them, I don't need them. Be good, Galvantula.

You're gonna have to close your coat for once.

[He watches Emmet hand his Pokémon over and mulls it over for a moment. On one hand, Ingo will need the Pokémon. On the other hand...]

If anything bad happens here, head to our house, alright? [...] Everything's gonna be okay. We just don't have much time right now.

[Ingo is finishing pulling on his boots when Emmet approaches, with the Pokeballs. ...That....]

Emmet... [No, he-- he can't. Not all of them.] At least-- keep one of them. [If only for his wellbeing, really.

Fine, he'll fasten his coat shut. Whatever Silver says; he's too busy worrying over Emmet to really protest much else. He can see Emmet's fear, the slip of the smile... It's awful, it's torture.]

...You have to stay safe for me, too. Alright? [Be careful, Emmet. Be careful while he can't be around to provide support.]

I'll be here, when you get back. When you get back.

[Nope, all of them, take all of them.]

You be careful, too, Silver... both of you come back in one piece.

[He'll smile, at least. He's not too worried about the draft. Protecting Ingo is easy. Protecting himself is easy. Getting through it isn't a problem.

He just doesn't know how much it will impact them.] We will. There's no doubt about that.

[Silver's done this before-- he knows what to expect, right?...]

Mm. When.

[He'll keep his guard up, though-- always. But even with that, it hurts to leave-- burns, almost-- to ready himself to turn and walk out the door.

...Sorry, Silver. But let him hug Emmet one more time.]

[Emmet needs it. He clings onto Ingo for all he's worth, until he can finally let go. He pulls himself away, smiling a bit more easily. Ingo knows it's not a genuine smile, but Emmet has to do his best to give his brother strength, too.]

I'll make sure this place is okay. You two take care of yourselves. Be safe.

[He can't stop them. Even if he could, he wouldn't. Part of him gets it- it's scary, and no one wants to send people they care about off to fight without them. Together is one thing. Alone is another.

But there's nothing they can do about it. Once they've had their moment, he's quick to usher Ingo out before it becomes harder for him to leave.]

We will.

[Okay. Okay, he can-- He can manage this, a little.

Time to go, with Silver-- and Ingo won't risk looking over his shoulder as he leaves, in case he'd lose his nerve entirely.]

[Voice, Locked to Residents]

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