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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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell would say yes to that, but then it would break the illusion of being...somewhat normal.]

You never did give me your name, dear.

[memoryboxes]

[Ergh, that's a... wonderful sense of humor you have.]

I appreciate your accepting such an agreement, but I wouldn't want to be a burden on you, while you're in the middle of a battle.

[She smiles a little.]

Are you fairing well? You're not injured, are you?

[biteoffherhead]

If you are caught in the battle, I will have no choice but to arrive, won't I?

Their weapons are as thorns to my hide.

[memoryboxes]

I suppose that's true... I'll be grateful for any protection you offer, Moro-san.

But only thorns? You must be amazingly strong, to endure such a thing.

[She's aware that she's a God, but still--that sort of power really is amazing to her. I can see why Ginko-san respects you so.]

[all7seas]

[Jack can't go that fast; can't talk. And after a while, it becomes clear that he needs to rest again.]

[herotypical]

[ then it's lucky there's yet another of those convenient little shed barn things nearby. she helps him inside when it's clear that he's flagging. ]

[heroicarturia.livejournal.com]

[We can't all have special snowflake swords Jack.]

[Unlike the man's wild style, Saber's swings and motions are refined and polished. To anyone who watched it would be clear that she was no amateur. With every strike she made she would easily change her direction without losing her current speed, striking multiple enemies around her within a few short seconds. Every now and then her eye caught Jack's movements, but she did not dwell on them. There were larger things to take care of than critiquing the fighting style of another solider.]

[all7seas]

[This time he manages to croak out:] Enough. Go, Annie.

[He has been out in the field for a while; he will surely be transported back soon. And walking is not anything he wants to do anymore.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[She laughs.] It's Nami. And I've got long orange hair and brown eyes, so when you see again you'll be able to recognise me. [And she won't remove her hand, then.] It's just temporary, Flandre.

[herotypical]

No.

[ she doesn't say much else -- no reason to inspire him to talk further. instead, she helps him to a hay bale. ]

[biteoffherhead]

Spears, arrows, and swords do not cut deep enough into my body to stop me. Their bodies crumble under my weight and snap under my jaws. I will not rest until the battle has been won.

Fortunate that you are out of danger as of now. I may hear if you call for me, I may not.

[all7seas]

Yes.

[He sits down, relieved. Why don't they take me out?]

[herotypical]

What? You're going to make me go with all your scary non-ability to walk or even argue without sounding like a chain-smoker with laryngitis?

[all7seas]

Jack limped along as best he could; maybe he shouldn't have returned to the field so soon. Being alone in his room, though, was just a reminder of a painful ongoing social failure with Buffy. Fighting seemed preferable.

"Right. Fine with it." Resigned, he followed the doctor, hoping that this would only lead to more chickens and possibly another rusting tractor. He was tired, now. He wanted to go home to Cullen House and what was probably a very worried monkey.

[all7seas]

[Silent laughter at this, and Jack shakes his head. No.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

And as usual, McCoy had no idea what may have transpired over the past few days between the pirate and their fellow draftees, let alone Buffy. Things with the Slayer had ended less than amicably on that fateful first day and he had been keeping his distance from her, concerning himself only with the draft and scanning the battlefield he frequented for a glimpse of blonde or silver hair.

It was a foolhardy errand even to him; there didn't seem to be any end in sight to this battle and it was exhausting, but he kept going and fully expected the pirate haunting him to become bored or possibly be dragged away because of that injury. He could hope.

[herotypical]

So, I stay. I'm not leaving you to get picked off by some thinks-he's-all-that Third Partier.

[markofthebrave]

[Oh, yay, people! Much better than trying to not talk in the wire thingy and generally worrying about everyone ever.]

Hey! [Katara smiles at them both.] Yeah - so far so good. How about you guys?

[2nd day]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Time to check up on all the lovely people Grell enjoys torturing.

After killing all the people in her assigned area, Grell pops up at the main camp near Yue, smiling at him.]

Having fun?

[all7seas]

But Sparrow would not abandon a lone McCoy on a battlefield. He's not a fighter. He's not like Vash, or you. Her words seemed to hang in the air even now, and the pirate---the one who hated responsibility, who abhorred ever paying back a debt---found himself still directed by them: his heart telling him one thing, his head another.

Teague would tell him he had to live with himself, and the thought of his father more than anything else kept the pirate trailing along behind the doctor, determined at least to see him safely sheltered inside the outbuilding.

Any Day - Anywhere

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell spends most of his time with the Main Offensive Group, wielding a red chainsaw and...hacking everything and anything apart with more joy than should be allowed to a person. But he can be found just about anywhere when there's a lull in the battle, especially since he's seeking out certain people for sport.]

[all7seas]

Fine.

[This was frustrating, because all Jack wants to do is talk to her and tell her how she'd got the wrong end of everything, and all he is lacking is the voice. The walk had aggravated the wound in his side, and an unpleasant wetness is beginning to spread over his white shirt. He tends to that instead, lifting the hem of the garment.]

Not so bad.

[goldenglasses]

That doesn't sound pretty. [But moving for that arrow.]

You're SURE about this? [Last time he'll ask he swears. He just can't help himself.]

[goldenglasses]

[Darting behind that nifty cover you're providing.]

You know what, I just had a great idea.

How about you take care of these guys? I'll wait here. [He's kidding. Or is he?]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Making it to the outbuilding was not strenuous, at least for the uninjured McCoy, who had been on the battlefield for... oh, God knows how long now. It was hard to keep track of time when he was gripped by tension one second and then experiencing a wave of nostalgia as he passed through the farmlands with little to no incident the other.

Just like grandpa's farm, he thought with a painful pang as he rested his hand on the wooden door, slowing applying pressure and pushing it open to a crack in order to see if there were any soldiers skulking around inside.

"... It's clear."