[Voice, locked to residents] --EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--EMERGENCY--

[malnosso]

[At 2:15AM, the journals suddenly blare out an alarm, followed by this message.]

EMERGENCY. EMERGENCY. This is an emergency.

The following occupants of the Luceti enclosure must report to the teleporters in twenty minutes. You are required as reinforcements in Region 13. Bring all necessary armaments with you. You will be teleported directly into combat.

Anyone who fails to comply will be forcibly escorted to the teleporters by droids.

This is not a drill. I repeat: this is not a drill. You have twenty minutes.

[The message repeats twice more, the alarm continuing until the twenty minutes has elapsed. No questions will be answered.]

Comments

[Heart building to teleporters]

[gunkonmyboot]

[What the hell... If that journal was close enough to where he was, he would of slapped that thing like an annoying alarm clock. But it was when he read the page his mind was fully awake. A draft huh. He did heard something about that, and he happened to be one of the lucky ones, go figure. Only twenty minutes? Sheesh Malnosso.

Seventeen begun to get ready, putting on his old Red Ribbon attire minus the logo shirt. He even had his gun holster around his waist with the Colt M1911 in the holster just in case. When he felt ready, he flicked his golden earring and to the window he went. He jumped out the window and levitated while shutting the window. He decided to go a little airborne on the way to the teleporters.

Once he arrived, he dropped in from the sky gently as if he had a parachute on his back. On the ground, he tucked both hands in his pockets and walked over to join the rest of the party.]

[Heart Building To Teleporters]

[takesyoubytheheart]

[So now things were getting a little more exciting, huh? Mickey almost fell out of his bed in surprise at first, but he's quick to get ready. After all, when your weapons are within your body, there's little need to pack. Just a fast clean-up, and he's on with the show. Maybe he can personally learn what's going on, or at the very least help those who need it. He'd be satisfied either way.

But he frowns on his way to battle. There are way too many young ones here. They shouldn't have to be here. Why does war always bring out the youth?]

[ Action ]

[friendshipfirst]

[ When Ash hears the alarm blaring from his journal he's startled and stumbles out of bed crashing into the floor with Pikachu following. What was going on? He groans and reaches for his journal to see why it was blaring at him and disturbing his sleep at 2am in the morning.

And got even more confused. Twenty minutes to go to the the teleports to do what? Combat? And his and a few other names are listed on there. Something in the back of his mind hits him as he slowly gets up and gets ready. This doesn't seem good. Not good at all.

He's tired and confused but eventually he'll make his way to the teleporters. ]

[ Action ]

[mischiefbreeder]

[After seeing Silver off, Gold remained in the kitchen. He knew there would be others passing through, after all. Several of the names on that list were his housemates, after all. He's long become desensitized to the idea of drafts, having fought and been victorious on many of them. But he knows that's not the case with most of his fellow trainers. They've never even seen a war, much less fought in one...

And here comes his number one cause for concern: Ash. He's been around the guy long enough to know he's way too naive for his own good.]

Off to battle, eh?

[ Action ]

[pokeboy]

[ Red waits at the teleporters to see the few people that he wants to, and when he spots Ash coming along, he moves from where he stands to go to him. ]

Ash! [ He stops in front of him, his own pikachu on his shoulder. ] Are you okay? I gave Silver my bag with some food in it, and bandages. It should help a little bit.

[ Are you okay?-- The one question he didn't know if was cruel or unfair to ask, but still it slips in when he speaks all the same. ]

[derpivity]

[When his journal suddenly blares up with an alarm followed by this post, Minato's quick to pick it up. He's currently in his office, re-reading some scrolls and notes while drinking coffee, when the post came up.

A draft? And an urgent one, too. I wonder...

He immediately reads the list of people being sent as reinforcements, counting every Konoha shinobi he knows. Kakashi, Lee, Neji, Sasuke, Shikamaru and Itachi. That's six people from his world. He's inwardly relieved not a member of his family is going but he supposes with how urgent this post seems to be (and how it seems to be recurring), they have been woken up by now.

Putting down his mug, he decides to give a few words to the shinobi who are going. Since they only have twenty minutes to be there, Minato decides to just talk to the ones he'd be able to spot right off the bat then assign this person to relay the message. After all, he won't need twenty minutes to be near the teleporters.]

[screw_fate]

[Neji's one of the early arrivals, along with Lee; he looks grimly pleased to be going out. It'll be into danger, yes, but combat is what he was born for. Being out of it this long has left him feeling disused, given him too much time to brood.

Time to be a shinobi again.

He looks up when Minato approaches, and frowns slightly.]

Yondaime-sama? I didn't think you were on the list...

[Action]

[cilantro]

[...Well. This is definitely not what he wanted to ever wake up to, especially not at 2 in the morning. Having his own name show up on a list of draftees is bad enough, but having Ash's name on that same list creates a very hollow, sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He never got around to properly explaining what a draft even was to him, and twenty minutes is definitely not a lot of time to do so. Not to mention that, even though his name isn't on there (small blessings), his conversations with Chili on the matter were not very in depth either. Honestly, he's kind of hoping that he could sneak out without running into his brother...

So, even though there's probably no point to doing so, he's very quietly getting his stuff together, grabbing a couple of things from the kitchen, generally making sure that they're going to be prepared. There's no telling how long this particular draft is supposed to last, after all.]

Teleporters

[elongatedsmile]

[It's unlikely anyone would be at the lake side so early in the morning. If they had they would have heard Xzana's journal blaring out the alarm from under the rocks she buried it under before sleeping at the bottom of the lake. The odd noise doesn't reach her in her deep sleep.

What DOES wake her are the droids that jump into the water to fetch her.

A woman with long limbs, large white wings, and blue scales is being dragged to the transporters. Biting and clawing at the dripping wet droids who hold her tightly between them. It doesn't seem to be working with the way she's growling like an animal. Luckily for them, they have something on them that's keeping her from transforming to her larger form at the moment.] I WILL NOT LET THOSE WHITE MEN TOUCH ME AGAIN! [She's just a little confused if anyone wants to clue her in to what's happening.]

[Near to the teleporters]

[pokeboy]

[ His name wasn't listed out, but Red waits close to the teleporters after following Silver to them, in an attempt to bump into those that were. The ones that he knows anyway, some who were people who have been more than kind to him since coming to Luceti.

His hands feel restless as he waits there, even more so without his bag to hold onto any longer. Pikachu stands on top of his head, holding on by his hair as his cheeks give out a light to illuminate their position as they both keep watch for those certain faces.

He almost wants to pray- and maybe the desperate and frustrated Stay safe, okay? that rings heavy in his head would act the same as any other he's given in his life. But prayers wouldn't reach everybody, and they're words and desires that Red would rather express in person.

Even if he's not sure they're worth anything at all. ]

[whiskytraitorfirefight]

[Ginia is a woman dressed for war. Black flak vest, a machete sheathed on one hip and a handgun on the other, other knives hidden, her expression is cool and collected as she looks at everyone gathered at the teleporters. She spots Red, expression briefly flickering to surprise and concern. She doesn't remembering hearing his name, but maybe she missed it.

One way to find out. Ginia pulls out a notepad and pen from a breast pocket on her vest and approaches Red, trying her best to offer a friendly smile.]

Was your name on the list or are you here to see people off?

[mischiefbreeder]

[It's after all the draftees are whisked away. Gold was laying wordlessly on the couch, staring at the door. It's late and he should be trying to go back to sleep, but he just can't. Sleeping feels nigh impossible right now.

When Red comes in through the door, he gives a half-hearted wave welcoming him back to the house, but says nothing to him yet.]

[windandrain]

[Seeing Red is a bit of a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. The boy is just so sweet, and she's really appreciated his prayers' They've given her a lot of good feelings and quelled a few doubts.

Now, when she walks over to her friend she's geared for battle. A sword is belted to her waist, a quiver of arrows is strapped to her back and she carries a great bow in one hand like a staff. The robes she generally wears have a harder, metallic look to them, almost like armor...and curiously enough she has a high-tech looking gun holstered on her hip. Definitely ready for a fight.]

Hello Red. Come to wish us well?

[folklorist]

[ Helios is walking among everyone else headed for the draft. It's been awhile since they were called for war. The peace couldn't last forever he supposed. Either way he'll blink with surprise as he sees Red waiting by the teleporters. He'll rush over with an expression of worry on his face. ]

Red? Are you...is everything alright? [ A part of him is worried that Red's been drafted. It makes his heart sink into his stomach as worry is evident on his face. ]

[Teleporters]

[fashionably_strong]

[Bulla is nervous, and she is definitely annoyed at being woken up and given only twenty minutes notice. But for the Malnosso to do that, she can only assume there was a surprise attack from the Third Party. The Malnosso are jerks, but they're not such jerks that they wouldn't give people more notice if they were able to. After all, it's in their best interests to have a well rested fighting force.

While she's nervous, there's a small part of her that's eager to fight the Third Party. She's been fighting Training Simulations of Third Party cultists for more than half a year now. She wants to pay them back for the Luceti Valley incident with Zompano - especially the part that got her impaled through the shoulder.

At least she feels much better about the prospect of fighting now. She's much stronger than she was when she got here and more confident about her skills and power. She's not helpless. Especially not now, after she's finally achieved the super saiyan transformation. She doesn't know how to transform at will yet and she hopes she won't have to because she still hasn't learned her limits with it. But...it's one heck of a trump card if she's in desperate need of one.

She's having trouble keeping still, and paces back and forth, looking a little cranky. Bulla is not an early morning person.]

[screw_fate]

[Neji catches sight of her as they gather at the teleporters; they haven't had much to do with each other since That Incident, but given the situation, he feels perhaps it's time to clear the air a little.

Or at least see where he stands with her. Going into danger and all that.]

Bulla?

[He approaches, smooth and put-together despite the rude awakening at an unholy hour.]

[gunkonmyboot]

[Seventeen catches sight of someone familiar. Now why did he follow her before? Guess it wasn't that important. Still, to send someone like her out was like a joke. What were those Malnosso thinking? What could she do? Then again, everyone else here were probably the same. What a pain.

Anyway, Seventeen waved a hand in front after he gave the girl a shout.]

Good morning.

[rashness]

[ Rin sleeps through the alarm.

And then she sleeps through the droids dragging him out. They also pick up Kurikara, at least . . . .

He wakes up when he's tossed onto the teleporter, but by then he can't react before he's gone ]

[niceguypose]

[That's rough, buddy.]

[Action, Graces House to the teleporters]

[ledbythewind]

[This isn't the first time Richard has been awakened in the middle of the night to a draft announcement, but that does nothing to make the experience less jarring. He jolts upright in bed as if struck by lightning, eyes darting around the room in search of his journal out of habit even though he can't see it. Again?

The last time they'd been summoned at this hour was... well, Vaskoth, and he has no fond memories of that experience. If this is anything like that was...

He reaches over to grope for his bedmate's shoulder, though there's little chance Isamu slept through something that loud. With any luck, either all three of them will be sent together, or none of them at all, but he'll need Isamu to check the list for him.

Once he and Asbel have gotten their equipment together, the two of them will head to the teleporters wearing matching grim expressions.]

[Action, Graces House to the teleporters]

[musubi]

Who is it? Where is it? How do I kill it?

[Isamu's been in Luceti long enough that such things no longer cause him to wake up in a blind panic. Instead, he's pulling his pillow over his head and mumbling barely distinguishable words of displeasure.

The seriousness of the situation may take a few moments to sink in.]

[action - House One to the teleporters?]

[seleniahymn]

[The sound of the alarm was almost becoming familiar, even if it has been some time. It wasn’t the first instance when Tear had been woken up to head into battle abruptly, but she has to wonder why they had been given even less time than they were then. Nevertheless she is out of bed and ready in her military uniform quickly, ignoring the sounding alarms of other journals in the household in the meantime. If any of the others were going, then it was all the more important that she be prepared.

And once she is ready, she takes a moment to look over who else could be on that list with a small frown. There were names she recognized of course, and many were those she would rather not have been summoned, too. But her wants didn’t matter as she goes to check up on the others, ready to march on to the teleporters once done.

She would save her strength for the battle she was walking into.]

[yourfononsarewhack]

[Tear is the one person Jade doesn't see the need to check on. She's the one other person in the house who is explicitly a soldier, after all. With that plus her experience in Luceti, he feels that he can count on her to get up and fully prepared without needing any reminders. And he's sure that she's seen the list, and that she understands the importance of protecting Ion all too well.

So they only wind up passing each other in the hall while Jade is on his way to check on another's room. He briskly strides past her, going to see if Anise is ready yet. They have only twenty minutes, and every minute must be utilized to its maximum efficiency. So he doesn't stop to talk to Tear - he just offers a casual greeting as he passes.]

Good morning.

[Action for Heart Building and Teleporters]

[hollower]

[The roaring blast from her journal gets Perona awake in little time at all, with a loud shriek. She's almost expecting to be surrounded by droids to take her away again or something (conjuring up a platoon of mini hollows), but seeing nothing, she turns to her journal with a scowl. What's going on here? ...A draft? Twenty minutes?! They can't be serious...

Ugh. Shitfuckdamnit.

Grimacing, Perona throws off her covers and tries to prepare as best she can in the short amount of time she's given. She dresses down - if she's going to war, she doesn't want to runs her best clothes - and shoves a few things into Bearsy's back pocket, ties up her hair in a loose ponytail, and grabs her boots on the way out. She doesn't have time to do her makeup! But like hell if she being forced anywhere by those stupid robots again...tch.

At the teleporters, Perona will be either looking through the list of those drafted, grumbling when she sees names of people she knows who really shouldn't be fighting a war, and actively trying to seek a few people out. She's never had this happen before to her in Luceti...so she needs someone who's been here longer to explain and give her a brief rundown. There are a few on that list she'll be trying to locate first.

There is strength in numbers, and if she has to fight or hide behind someone, it might as well be someone strong.]

Action Teleporters

[the_dead_pool2]

[Not being much of a sleeper in general, Deadpool was just casually throwing some knives around his place when the announcement came on. It was of course the most welcome news he had heard in awhile. Finally some action and a chance to do more than just sit around the place like some kind of couch potato.

It was with glee that Deadpool gathered up his personal armory of weapons, sniper rifle, handguns, a pair of swords, knives secreted all over the place, and of course pouches, which held... well frankly even Deadpool wasn't sure what all the pouches held. There was definitely a candy pouch in there but it might be beside some spare ammo, it was like a mystery bag.

He skipped to the teleporters singing all the way]

Murder, climb aboard the Murder Train
Murder, climb aboard the Murder Train
Wahahahaha
All aboard!!!

[ Enjoy fellow draftees , this guy is on your side.]

[fantheflame]

[Sasuke is already awake.]

[When the alarm begins blaring from his journal where it rests on the coffee table, he's a few feet away: seated in the middle of his futon, shirt and jacket off, holding a mirror in his lap, balanced by his right hand. His left is reflected in the mirror's image, along with the left side of his upper chest, and a vertical, two-inch scar settled neatly over his heart. The scar is thin and smooth with no hint of rough edge, but it's also very, very fresh, barely healed. Just healed enough not to be tender as Sasuke runs two fingers along it, the deep frown on his face unnoticed as it fails to reflect in the small mirror.]

[It's not until he rises to pick up his journal and check the names that he notices the time. And the fact that he's been examining this scar for over an hour.]

[He scoffs at himself, quietly thankful for this distraction as he shrugs on his jacket, zips it up while very fiercely not looking down at that scar. It takes him a minute at most to be out the door - he needs nothing more than to tie on his belt and sword, toe on his sandals, and go.]

[The only thing he takes the time for is to send a locked message to Law - after seeing from Itachi's eyes a month ago, he's loath to send his brother text anymore, and voice is impossible with the journal screaming out its signal.]

[I'll meet you.]

[deathsdoctor]

We'll be waiting there.

[The message in stark, elegant handwriting is brutally brief by necessity. Then shortly after, one more comes through.

Sasuke's never been on a draft and this link is the least Law can do.]

What you may face out there.

[Ground Building || Teleporters]

[maximoff_girl]

[Wanda is startled awake by the journal alarm, her hex aura flaring up in self defense. Her journal rockets across the room, and hits the opposite wall with a definitive bang, though that's nothing compared the alarm it's still blaring.

Edging closer to the book, she opens it up, and scans the list, knowing what her own name looks like, at least, and unsurprised to find it there. She's not sure what combat this is they're being transported into, but 'combat' is something she has been told would be in her future all her life, so she's not as nervous as she might otherwise be. She's a bit unclear on the rest though. Who are they fighting? What 'armaments' should she bring? Where is Region 13.

In the very least, she figures she should put on her uniform. Having changed thus, she ventures out into the world, looking for a familiar face to perhaps provide a few last-minute answers.]

Re: [Ground Building]

[cajunspice]

[Being woken at this time for no good reason didn't leave him in a good mood, nor the force recruitment into a damn fight, but at least Remy was more prepared for the coming fight, even if all his supplies were hidden away in his coat.]

[Out of his door and heading for the stairs he paused as he saw Wanda ahead of him. Rolling his eyes upwards as if to say 'why me?' and mocking strangling someone with his hands, he sighed before calling out.]

Wands.

[Remy really didn't want her to go. Really, really didn't want her to.]

[House 16 || Teleporters]

[shades_of_jean]

[Like so many others, Jean was asleep when the alarms went off. Her X-training kicked in when the sound started to blare, and she had rolled out of bed and was crouching on the floor before she was even fully aware of what was going on. She blinked, confused and a bit groggy even through all the adrenaline. Jean was the type who preferred to wake naturally, rising before her alarm had a chance to go off. Waking up to an alarm was just all sorts of a terrible way to start a day.

Case in point.

Jean quickly slipped into her uniform, again, letting her training kick in. She was most used to fighting in her uniform, and there was no call not for it. She contemplating going to her earthquake survival kit she kept under her bed, but most of it's provisions were meant for setting up camp, and stationary survival. Being teleported into combat didn't sound like a good place to be bringing such a bulky kit.

Next things next, she went to see who of her unfortunate housemates still needed rousing. She was glad Scott wasn't chosen, but she felt bad for how much he was inevitably going to worry. ]

[wildbluevagner]

[Kurt bamfs over in front of Jean after finding out she's been drafted too, face lined with concern. He's already in uniform.]

Jean! Say it ain't so...