We're more than carbon and chemicals

[lucetimods]

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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[herotypical]

[ it isn't long before they get there, although it probably feels like forever. buffy plants her scythe blade-down in the ground. ]

[all7seas]

[Jack flops. Removes his hat. Leans his head back against a tree, teeth gritted and eyes closed. Just for a minute.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy kneels, holding onto her broken arm like some fragile package. ]

[all7seas]

[Right. Enough lolling, Sparrow.

Jack rouses himself and reaches into an inner pocket of his coat. The locket is there, just over his heart, and with it a small packet of healing herbs ground into a powder: for pain, and quicker mending.]

Do you have water, An---Come here. By me, if you please.

[herotypical]

[ she walks forward on her knees until she is at least within reach. ]

No water. [ it isn't the kind of thing she things to take along. hell, she has no supplies on her beyond those weapons and now she's only down to the scythe. ] But there's gotta be some findable water around here...

[all7seas]

Nevermind that. [Sparrow reaches into another pocket and pulls out his flask. It is full, luckily, but he wants her to have Raine's medicine. This is his. He hands her the packet of powder.]

Put that in your mouth, savvy? Then have a swallow of this.

[herotypical]

[ she licks her lips, considering the powder. she knows the arm will heal up in time. ] Is this all you have?

[ because she is not going to take all jack has just to humour him. ]

[all7seas]

[Wordlessly he hands her the flask. Just take it.

Really, his motives are practical, in a way; of the two of them, she will be the most good should they be attacked again. She needs to be in top form.

Also there's the fact that he would do anything for her. Adoringly.]

[herotypical]

[ she has a bit of an internal struggle before cracking open the packet of herbs and tossing them onto her tongue. a grimace. that's foul but not quite as foul as what follows as she takes the flask from him and floods her taste-buds with what she knew wouldn't be water but still hadn't expected the strong taste. she never does.

buffy coughs and hands the flask back, pulling a face of considerable disgust. ] Ugh.

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

[all7seas]

[He takes it back with a half-smile and takes a much longer sip. It doesn't do much to dull the pain but it is comforting in other ways.]

Working yet?

[Impatient. Jack might look like he doesn't care that much but it's the only thing he wants to know, now.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[This is all fine and dandy! Until something, real or imagined, brushes her foot unexpectedly. Then the vampire abruptly springs up and into Kohaku's arms with a little yelp.

...oh, and then tells her.]

What was that?!

[acclimatized]

[ John is a few ways off from the pirate and keeping an eye on a pen full of bemused lambs. ]

[all7seas]

It were an honorifical title, my logical darling, not to be bestowed on that whelp Caesar.

[all7seas]

[So Jack comes over for a chat because the last time he saw the doctor, he was actually sprinting away from him as they were terrorized by the honey badger.]

Badger would strip the flesh from a fair few of these if he were here, wouldn't he.

[Macabre way of saying "Hi, John."]

[herotypical]

Sure.

[ only magic works so fast and buffy can't differentiate between her own healing and whatever the powder does. it's easier to just say yes. she stands -- looking to break off a nicely sized branch. she strips it, jerry-rigging a splint. ] Your leg...where does it hurt? Is it broken?

[all7seas]

Dunno. It's my knee, when he...

My knee.

[He cannot bend the leg at all, now. More rum is in order.]

last day

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ this was possibly a bad idea, but McCoy isn't thinking that straight right now and he has strayed a bit from his assigned groups. he'll go to wherever anyone needs medical attention -- he has a kit slung around his shoulders -- and fire at any soldier he sees with his phaser. ]

[acclimatized]

Too high a risk, if you ask me.

[ his tone is official and one you'd expect from a captain of the Royal Medical Corps. ]

Hello Jack.

[all7seas]

[Jack Sparrow is back on the field after his encounter with an Elite that damaged his knee so badly. The pirate still has a limp and is probably more drunk than he should be in a battle situation.

It helps, though.

He spots McCoy and approaches him at a much slower gait than usual.]

'Allo, Bonesy.

[herotypical]

[ a sympathetic sound. knees are not the kind of thing that even a slayer wants to have hurt.

buffy is carefully freeing her hurt arm from the jersey knit cardigan she has as a top-layer over a broad-strapped tank. she'll have to tear it up. ]

I'd be dead, Jack...[ if it wasn't for you and your knee. she frowns; would it be crass to ask whether that pesky life debt is settled? ]

[all7seas]

Buffy? Hush.

[herotypical]

No. I won't hush.

[ she plants the cardigan on the ground with one foot and tears one strip free, then a second. ] That Shifter was coming here. I would've been easy pickings, alone.

[ it's not easy to say and it shows in how hesitant she sounds. ] Credit where credit is due.

[originaljackass]

[Glowing swords. Sigh. He really needs a better sword.]

You've got it. [As they come swarming in, Jack will just dive in. His style is not very elegant. For as much as he's slicing and stabbing the enemies, he's also clubbing them with the flat of the blade or with the hilt. Hell, sometimes he settles for just punching them in the face or kicking them in the gut. There's nothing poetic about how he fights.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ the reaction from a somewhat distracted McCoy is instantaneous nonetheless and he whirls around to face him, phaser levelled and aimed at the pirate who shattered his already wavering concentration, but the doctor manages to realize his mistake before he pulls the trigger.

blinking, he does not return the greeting and opts to scan his eyes over the other man and make a catalogue of any injuries he has. apart from the noticeable limp -- had he been stabbed by one of the soldiers maybe? he would need to take a closer look – and the swaying, he doesn't see anything life threatening. but he hasn't encountered anyone either. ]

We need to get that fixed.