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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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[So it turns out being struck blind on day one is not a good way to start a draft. And it's set the stage for Sanji's mood, following whatever is to come.

First starting with the defense post, but gradually sneaking off to offensive as needed. He's not exceedingly cruel in his movements, but there's a lack of remorse in every hit that connects. Most don't get up when he strikes them down the first time, and for the ones that do?... Well, it's a toss up if they're alive after the second hit. Sanji doesn't check; just moves on.

Nothing personal, Third Party. Just business. And Sanji's got steam to blow off]

[And because Yuber knows very well that bullets hurt, he'll be teleporting behind Vash once he hears that sound. Of course now that Vash has attacked him, he can attack back.

But the demon has a better idea. He really doesn't want to annoy that interesting brother of Vash's by doing anything to the gunman so instead he's going to teleport Vash into a nearby field.

A field that is full of cows. Right in the middle of it so his escape will be blocked by the black and white livestock. And then he'll teleport away.]

[Vash blinks in utter confusion before pointing at his gun.] I think this thing is broken or something! Hey, mister! Could I use yours?

Edited 2011-02-27 07:03 (UTC)

[Temporary, she says. Right. Just temporary. He--

He nods on reflex. It's all he can do at this point, and now that it's finally hit him this is Nami leading him somewhere safe, he swallows what numbness he can and stills his voice]

Right. [He nearly cracks a sad joke how the worst part is not being able to see her beautiful face, but it dies somewhere on the way to his mouth. Probably for the better. His stomach is churning and he doesn't trust it to settle. So he says nothing after the affirmation and just walks, still tense and trying very hard not to cling at her arm]

[He was more than a little sore from the minor injuries that had come out of the blue. The nausea on top of it wasn't helping. But he was out here.

Was this what that garbled message didn't tell them?

Despite this, the sounds of war is keeping his mind on other things. It wouldn't be the first time he's fought when injured. He'll be taking on third party members and making sure non combatants, and the post, are safe.]

[Yuber may not want to teleport away so quickly. Because there's a damn good reason Vash didn't fire all six shots. He's delt with you enough to know you're cowardly enough to stoop so low as to try to teleport behind him. The same trick doesn't usually work more than once on Vash. More so when he is as angry as he is right now.

So as soon as you vanish in front of him he's spinning his gun around behind him and firing again. Don't doubt that he can't find those weak points in that armor again, even without looking. It will be tricky, but he'll try for it. He thinks he had the spots memorized as to where they should line in contrast to what your body build is without it.

For someone who can calculate ricochet shots in less than a second. Figuring out where you'd stand behind him and where those weak points would have moved with you is easy. That is, if he had the distance of how close behind him you'd pop up right.]

[There will be a Voice message filtered to the participants of the battle.]

This is Yellow 13 to all Allied forces. I'm on station to provide air support on the battlefield. Call out location and targets for strikes and I'll be there. Don't wait to call when it's too late. If you need help from the sky, request support sooner rather than later.

[Action]

[For those on the ground, there is a large fighter aircraft (http://gallery.top-aviation.net/albums/userpics/10009/AC4_SU37.jpg) streaking through the sky. In its wake are often the bloody messes of what were once flying Third Party mooks. ...It is rather terrifying to see what a 30 millimeter autocannon will do to them.

Either way, feel free to notice that this machine is taking the fight to the Third Party surprisingly well. It'll occasionally swoop down and shoot at targets on the ground, or drop the occasional bomb or missile at what can be presumed to be Elites. And at certain times, particularly hawk-eyed individuals may notice a certain

awakenedchaos riding on the plane itself, swatting away foes that get too close...]

[She honestly doesn't know if it's temporary. He was alright in the hotel, so why-- maybe when he goes back inside he'll be able to see. Maybe that means when he goes back to Luceti, things will be okay.

...it's more than a slight possibility, so she reassures herself with that and tries not to think what five days blind on a battlefield will do to anyone's psyche. And then gets angry all over again at the assholes who dared to do this. Not just to him, either.

First things first. She finds a place for Sanji to sit and helps ease him down, before turning to yell over her shoulder.] I need someone who can heal!

[Maybe he just wasn't made for this.

So many voices everywhere, and so many of the unfamiliar ones going silent. It was disturbing, just as it had been at Marineford. And this time Helmeppo wasn't there to serve as someone to cling to when necessary.

But then there's a familiar presence, and Coby is immediately dashing through the crowd in its direction. How odd that they were fighting on the same side this time.]

S-Sanji-san!

[Fighting the elites was no problem for Saber, as she quickly cut through any one that came close to her. Her sword was glowing a golden light as she did so, revealing the sword in it's actual length. If the glow would release the sword itself would be visible, but she only did such a thing when she was unleashing her full power. Even for a battle like this it did not seem necessary to do that yet.

Unlike those she may have sparred with before, Saber is giving her all out power and not showing any mercy towards the enemy fighters. Even if they are noticeably bigger than her (she is only a little above five feet tall) it does not seem like she has any problems with fighting them back for the time being.]

[For her part, Nami will make sure he knows she's there, but she won't hover; she's always close by, but asking him even ten minutes how he's doing isn't going to help, and Nami swallows her worry and anger and carries on.

If they'd known this was what was going to happen, they could have tried making some kind of contingencies last night and maybe been a little better braced for the shock. Maybe tonight they can calm down and plan better, but for now...

For now, her footsteps are heavy and obvious when she finally comes to sit down next to him, voice soft.]

I've got sandwiches.

[S-scrambling out of nowhere with a winged dude on his tail, he just about slams right into Sanji; instead, he just faceplants at his feet for great justice, so he doesn't earn the chef's fury.]

[It is pretty odd, both pirate and marine fighting for a cause they've been locked into; under any other circumstances, Sanji would find this an amusing development.

He turns to see a familiar enough face rushing at him - tch. he'd forgotten they'd dragged Coby on this damn draft, too - and while he nods in greeting, his eyes don't stay on the other long. He's checking their surroundings for the next attack]

How you faring, Coby? [Did you bring any shitheads following you?]

[A smart move, tree-man. You usual antics aren't appreciated today. But look at that, you brought a friend.

Excuse Sanji - he'll get to you in a moment.

He doesn't bother calling out his attack this time. It's nothing more than a quick jump over him, a leg cracking against the left wing of Ian's pursuer, then down to the torso. Turns out angels can't fly very well without two, and the Third Party fighter goes down with a cry. And with the way the enemy lands his neck against the earth with a crack, it's doubtful he'll move anytime soon]

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Terrible!

[Coby looks, well, almost comically distressed.]

But better than a lot of people, I guess. I'm still in one piece. ...And so are you! That's good.

[... 8| Dragging you to your feet, Ian, once Sanji's landed and marched back over]

[Someone definitely has to be the sane one out here... and no way is it Kain once he gets in the heat of battle. At this early point, he'll also be better capable of carrying on and pushing himself more, not wanting Rydia to send him back too early.]

[Not that he doesn't appreciate her help when they're not having any problems with that shifting. He knows there's no way he'd be able to make it through this intact otherwise.]

[But there's no time to stop and thank her just yet, because it's very intense out there. He leaps into the air, taking advantage of the items he has to jump upon an enemy coming in to target her.]

[Staring at the crumpled corpse of the angel nervously, and then at Sanji, frown deepening. Did you have to... is he...?]

[Nami's not the one who's blind-- that'd be Sanji over there. Still, sudden blundering does tend to take one by surprise and she stumbles before looking down.

...more children on the battlefield, huh.]

...hey. [Putting a hand on her shoulder.] You okay?

...

Uh.

Hey.

[Blood splotches here and there on his clothes--what's new?--but he seems okay, despite all his running and yelling.]

[Ah, Nami. He knows what she's doing and appreciates the gesture to give him some space. Her offer is met with a small, weak smile - but it's there, all the same.]

Thank you, Nami-san. [Not that he's very hungry, but damn if he won't eat something to keep his mind off other things. So he reaches... then halts the automatic gesture upon remembering that, ha, you kinda need sight to know where things are. Gotta wait for her to give it to him.

Jeez. If it were anyone but her or the crew, this would be so... and even still, his pride.]

How's it going so far? [Just cover it up. Don't think about it right now. They're in battle, even if away from most of the action]

[Heh. You do not look like a seasoned fighter, Coby. It makes Sanji grin a tad]

Aa. You'll make it. [There's gotta be a reason Luffy holds so much trust in you] Just keep your eyes open.

[... Like right now. Because there are two winged bastards on their way, swords out and looking for human pin cushions to stick them in]

[The angel? ... Probably. Sanji's not gonna bother to check beyond a quick glance that assures him the bastard isn't getting up.

He glares at the blood, even if it is a familiar sight, and releases Ian with a sigh]

Idiot. What are you doing out here? Get back to the defense post.

[Coby senses them coming too. His face goes startled for a moment, then serious. Then, before even turning, he's disappeared and reappeared in the middle of bringing the heel of his boot down on one.]

[He furrows his brow.]

Everyone seemed like they were handling things well, so... I just thought I'd come out here and see if anyone was seriously hurt or anything, y'know?

[Because obviously this is the best thing to do, running around getting chased by angel bros.]

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Defensive Post + Other places. Any day

You're welcome to say Vash's aim was just a tiny bit off and hit armor. Just, yeah, he's scary angry

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1/2 [Any day after the first] Such a sweet talker, shithead. 8|

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Sorry this took me so long D|

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