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We're more than carbon and chemicals

Who: All Draftees
What: Fighting Third Party
When: 26th, 27th, 28th, 1st, and 2nd
Where: The Southern Farmlands
Summary: See here for overall details.
Rating: Probably gonna be gorey in places :|a

DOESN'T NEED A CUT. People should know how this works, if not, just follow other people's lead. I'm gonna set up some strategist threads at the top, for the four strategists to use if they want to, otherwise people should start their own threads.

((Mod Note: Since this has been asked a few times, just fyi, the livestock do not talk. Happy hunting!))

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[Nami-san's fighting alone...!

... Shit]

Where are you. [His voice is low, ill-tempered, grip tight enough to punch his fingers through the paper. Not aimed at Sayo, though. No. His rage wanders without a target yet, but when he finds out the fucks who did this--

.Just... talk to him. Tell him where you are. Where's Nami?]

[ breathe, Xion. just breathe. gah, she feels so dizzy... ]

Cheyenne...?

[ gasps a few breaths, taking a knee because it's too tiring to just stand here. ]

I don't feel well... I think it's the Shift incompatibility...

[ she's sitting. she's too exhausted and weak to stand right now, much less keep fighting. this sucks.

she squints up at him, then shakes her head slowly. ]

Sokka... I think the Shift incompatibility-- [ she's cut off as a dry cough wracks her body. this SUCKS. ]

[Man, to think she was looking perfectly healthy when she visited him in his dorm. He kneels down beside her and pulls out his canteen from his pack. Crazy prepared, this one.]

Here, drink this.

You what!?

Wait! Are you one the people they recruited after the first group? Or did you get hurt!? [And casually shooting at a Third Party member before they can get too close.]

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[...

... Law'd be calling you a foolish idiot if he heard what was going through your head while coming over at the sight of someone bleeding all over his floor. Oi, oi, don't play martyr in his ward.

Of all the damn stupid things... ]

Mister Vash?

[That is a command to ANSWER him so he can determine if you're still in the land of the conscious.

You're suddenly going to feel hands lifting you and guiding you to a gurney. Major laceration wound - check. Massive bloodloss - check. Wing clippage complicating injury - check.

Checking for other injuries at a brisk pace while calling for plasma and packs of red blood cells and albumin syringes.]

What happened out there?

[Get talking to him.]

[Aww yeah, and so much ass kicking is to be had in this thread. SO MUCH ASSKICKING.

But it wasn't always asskicking all the time. As a back-up most of the time, there was a lot of downtime for them.

...A lot of downtime.]

...! Hey, Simon! You said this thing can combine with other machines, right?

They do seem pretty excited about closing the gap between us. [And with one fluid motion his handgun is refilled.] Ready? [He hopes so, because he's already moving forward and taking aim before he hears the answer. :|b]

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry]

S-she went toward a cornfield... A large one—we were on our way straight toward the—the Distribution station, but...

[Is there more to tell him? There has to be more to tell him.]

...There was a river—the sounds of the river!

[SCREAAAAA—

RUNNING LIMP-ARMED STILL, BECAUSE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO RIGHT.]

Maybe we can beg for mercy and then kick them in the shins and run away while they fall over!!

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[She...might be helpful, after she gets over the shock of seeing a friend hurt.

It sucks to be a good healer, but horrible about seeing blood.]

[Please, Mister Vash was my father. My name is Mister Martyr!]

Yeah, it's me.

[He's still with it, just tired. From both the blood loss and just the fact that he's been fighting almost non-stop these past couple of days.

Vash is a good patient when he knows he has to be, and this time he has to be. So he's happy to move under his own legs still once he's upright again and as long as you lead the way. Less thinking involved that way.]

I made a mistake. [And you may have not asked, but he's been shot up enough to know what most doctors tend to like to find out right away.] I'm type O.

[It does get rather dull a lot of the time, not that Simon minds so much- he's still not too keen on fighting, and less fighting means less danger for everyone involved. It's unfortunately nerve-wracking to just wait around for something to happen, though, so he's been trying to stay calm as they wait.

Gold's question is a welcome distraction.]

Eh? Um... that's what Leeron said. Lagann takes over the other mecha's systems and changes it so they can work together. It worked with Gurren, and he said it would work with a battleship back home...

[He nods, looking like a nervous wreck.]

IT'S LIKE I'M MISSING MY BONES IN THEM, OR SOMETHING.

[He flops them bonelessly around as an example, crying like a little bitch.]

THIS IS THE WORST DAY EVER!!

[Also do those third party guys over there have bows and arrows? Maybe.]

Heh... Then, boy, do I have an idea for you! [He glances off towards the distance.]

Distribution station. [And a river. It narrows it down enough. He knows where to go.]

I'll be there soon. [With backup, if he can manage. But even if that's out of the question, he's not gonna let his navigator die out there. That much he can promise]

Just stay where you are, Sayo-san. I'll get Nami-san.

[And with that, he's off]

[Simon blinks, following his gaze and looking confused.]

What? There's nothing but a barn over there...

[Right now Vash has his hand pressed up against it, trying to stop the bleeding. HE'S SO SORRY HE'S BLEEDING AND UPSETTING YOU! D8 He's trying so hard to stop it on his own!

But when he spots you looking rather unhappy about this blood he'll manage a friendly smile to try to put you at ease.] Ah, it's okay. It's not so bad. It didn't hit bone or anything, so it's really not as bad as it looks.

[ after the failed punch, the elite catches buffy's wrist in his hand, twisting brutally until there is a snap. something in that arm is broken but the pain flares up so high that she can hardly pinpoint the exact where of the break. she claws out with her opposite hand. girly fight techniques -- dragging nails across whatever skin she can reach. digging in and trying to play the old game of redirecting pain into power. it's not working.

she stumbles backwards. jack going after the shifter? good. she is glad he made that choice. it's the best opportunity they have. she needs to get back to the scythe -- so she side-steps, hoping to avoid the elite's reach but only ends up caught up from behind. too slow. unable to react.

she bites down hard on the thick arm acting as a restraint across her chest; the elite twitches but doesn't let go. ]

[She shuts the journal and holds it close, head pressed against her knees while she tries to keep the sick feeling down and the pain in her arm from creeping into her jarred nerves.

Please help her.]

[Kennedy manages to keep up with Sayo, fueled solely by adrenaline. Once they've reached a spot away from the action, he stops, sinking to the ground, hand pressed to the cut across his ribs. Glancing up at Sayo, he sees she's put away the gun, and gives her a nod.]

You'll want to reload that.

[That's... kinda gross.] That doesn't hu-GET DOWN! [Don't mind Vash grabbing you roughly by the collar (you didn't like that shirt anyway, right?) and hauling you behind the closest cover he can find. Ooh! An apple tree!]

Edited 2011-02-28 02:26 (UTC)

It's not the barn I'm talkin' about! It's what's inside the barn!

[Take them down? Alistair, Archie is not sure what world you come from, but in his, it's not every day you're riding on a creature that flies. Briefly, Archie's arms tighten around Alistair from behind. Then, the lieutenant releases laughter like he's never lived before and didn't realize it.]

Look at this! This is amazing!

[Distracted officer is distracted.]

.....Cows? [Gold you are not making any sense.]

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