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[braveoff]

Who: Drake + anyone who needs to feel hopeful
What: Hadriel's resident zombie needs to bring hope to six people, but since that's tricky he's just attempting it at every opportunity he sees.
Where: anywhere!!!
When: 4/6 onwards, please give a date so I know which event is going on at the time!
Warnings: none yet and none planned, I'll edit if things arise

Well, it sure had taken Drake long enough to make this decision. Eight months from the point he first decided he wanted it, four since he had really gotten fed up and decided he couldn't live this way no matter what the advantages were. And so this might be the worst timing, when they're worried about another Null attack, but also... that makes it feel more urgent. Drake has no interest in being the last one standing, or left to starve yet again if something happens to Hope, to hurt someone he cares about or start an outbreak, and if he's going to die he'd rather go out human. Best case scenario, when it's all over he gets to go somewhere else and actually get a second chance. However things go, now just seems like the time for this deal.

It's too bad, he thinks, that he couldn't make it with Love. No, it has to be Hope, and Drake's not all that confident in his ability to inspire that, but he has to try. He was told six people but he's not really counting, because he feels like if he goes into this asking people what they're feeling it'll be disingenuous... so he won't ever really know who added to his number and who didn't, but it can't be a bad thing to help as many people as possible, right? Right.

He does seek some people out, people he's got ideas for or needs help from, but for the most part he just keeps an eye out. When he's moving through the jungle on patrol, when he wanders by the Speakeasy, whenever. Anyone who looks like they might need help, or someone to talk to, or just company. He'll do what he can and cross his fingers that it's enough.

(( ooc: Some starters in comments! Technically this is open to anyone interested in tagging in but please hit me up at cuddlebug or Ana#1461 so we can plan a little. ♥ ))

Comments

I'll backdate to the 11th to avoid all the events

[coyoteking]

[Charles has been doing a lot of pacing lately, both in and outside his little miniature house, so it just kind of makes sense to go on a walk around the city. As in, actually around the city, not just through it.

Having no idea that he's somewhere along a certain zombie's patrol route, he eventually stops to stare off into the trees and smoke one of his last remaining cigarettes. He's been rationing them pretty well, except for the past few days.

A lot's bugging him about this Null situation. He's seen them in person, but he still feels like he has no idea what they're up against. The damn things killed a god, what else are they capable of? Is it actually possible for a city full of chaotic assholes to beat these things? Sure some of them have magic and shit, but how effective is that really?

It'd be nice to be able to form a plan, even though he's never been the best at it. It'd be nice to draw up battle lines, figure out the best strategy to survive. But with so much missing information, every plan he comes up with is full of holes.

Charles is so focused on his frustration that his normal vigilance has dulled. He doesn't even notice anyone coming through the trees. If he looks distinctly distracted, it's because he is.]

sorry for the worst delay ever

[braveoff]

[ Drake smells Charles before he sees him -- the cigarette, that is. He spots the smoke shortly after that, tendrils curling up and dissipating from around the edge of a large tree. Usually he uses his patrols to practice moving as quietly though the jungle as possible, but it's better not to startle people in Hadriel. That's a good way to get shot or zapped with magic, so as Charles himself comes into view Drake steps a little heavier, with a little less care so that his movements through the foliage are easily heard. But still, the stranger doesn't glance his way. He looks completely lost in thought... not a great way to be, this far out. ]

Hey.

[ Drake raises a hand in greeting, making his way closer. The blue sash he wears identifies him as a Guardsman, and he's certainly well armed. No surprises there. What's probably the most odd about him is that he doesn't seem affected by the heat, no sweat visible on his skin or tank top. ]

You doing okay out here?