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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 Sanji might have to take back that "unseasoned" comment, huh? That earns a grin.

No time to dwell on that, now. With Coby focused on the one, Sanji engages the other, and when the marine kicks down, the pirate kicks up, shattering the rib cage in one go]

[Searching the sky carefully, but he takes a moment to send an unimpressed glare]

I get you wanna help, but if you're not a fighter, you might slow people down.

[Richard is... well. He hates the battlefield enough as it is, but if that weren't bad enough, he aches all over and is so tired he can barely stand, mind still swimming with fever. But he's making a valiant effort nevertheless, though his fighting is really more "toss a panicked Avenger Bite (the only spell he can concentrate enough to cast) at anything that gets too close" than actual coordinated attacks. And get too close many enemies do, yet oddly enough he doesn't seem that frightened by it...]

Bah, I don't mind being left on my own. I've had to deal with a few battlefields like this in my time... I'm mainly worried about someone dying when I could've been right there to help 'em!

[She'll catch his wrist in one fluid movement and turn his hand over gently, depositing a sandwich half in his palm.] So far, so good. Of course, it's the first day, and the fighting will be a lot heavier elsewhere. [So casual.] We've had a couple of injured come back, but nothing too serious.

Sayo's coping okay. [Because she knows he'd worry. Excuse her, taking a bite out of her own sandwich.]

[Xion is green?]

[Obviously Cheyenne has no idea. However, as far away as she's trying to be from other villagers right now, she recognizes that warm, blue light in the distance as Xion, flickering ever so faintly... so she had been drafted as well. Had she been injured? It was difficult to tell exactly. Cheyenne could only tell how weak she was right now.]

[Regardless, she's making her way over... and making sure to keep just enough distance between them so her powers don't begin to negatively affect Xion.]

[She isn't wearing her blindfold, but her eyes are still closed... and her voice probably sounds a bit more blank than usual.]

Xion. Have you been injured?

[By contrast, Sanji isn't appreciating the gang-up on Richard when he gets a look around. As nice as it is to see the man putting forth some effort, it's all too clear he shouldn't be out in battle. Damn Malnosso. He's gonna have words for the latter, fruitless as that might be.]

Oi. Need some help? [He'll get it either way, and quickly deals with two by kicking one into the other like a pinball. They go flying into the background]

[The marine doesn't have anything near Sanji's skill, but he's no slacker.

Still, killing is something he tries to avoid, even in a situation like this one. His opponent is only knocked out for now.]

... Heh. Don't blame me if you get your ass kicked. [Jeez, you sound like his crew at times. Maybe that's why he tolerates you]

You're really cruel, you know tha—

[There's a moment where he does see it coming. Something glinting sharply in front of a figure hovering just a short distance away. He only has time to look surprised before—]

[A gust of wind screaming quietly—something goes circling past Sanji: a blade that slices through and through, taking Ian's head clean off in a mess of shock-red blood.

And the body crumples backward into a heap.]

[It takes Richard's mind a moment to even process what's going on-- by the time it does, the two opponents have already been sent flying, making whether or not he wanted help a moot point. Which is probably a good thing considering that he looks torn as to whether he should even accept it, but he relents at last with a tired nod.]

Thank you.

[A small, relieved nod. It's stupid, he knows, but the thought of anyone dying out there when he should be able to help... This blindness thing is weighing on him more than he wants to admit.

But he can't help but brighten at the news that Sayo is doing well.] That's good to hear. She was worried about getting in the way. [A careful bite of his sandwich. Bless repetition for making this part easy.]

Edited 2011-02-27 10:51 (UTC)

Shouldn't you be with the defense group? [Preferably resting near the area with all the doctors. And not fighting]

Ian--

...

[... just where is he right now, anyway? Everything is sort of one big blur in his mind; he's just been following Asbel around for the most part.]

[It happens too fast, and yet he sees it all. The blade - the connect - the froth of blood that spills and decorates his shirt, part of his face.

No... no no no no no nonono---]

[While Kain's doing that, Rydia takes advantage of the moment to finish the Drain spell she had at work. It's not visually impressive, but she needs the energy and it's the only way of healing herself outside of restoratives that she doesn't want to go through too quickly. She's been careful to restore her magic also, using Osmose liberally in between bouts of destruction.]

IAN! [Shit. No, no this can't be happening. Sanji lurches forward even while his mind screams it's a little too late to do anything, the enemy's right behind him, turn around idiot, and he ignores it all because he can't compute the headless body slouched right there when it should be--]

No-- [If he hadn't been so fuckin busy bantering instead of checking the area and just-- no. He hadn't been serious, you stupid shit! He was gonna protect you!]

DAMN IT! [Over the roar of his blood he hears the shitty fuck who did this approach, with the murderous intent to finish this off... and Sanji doesn't even think. His foot comes around and slams, hard, into the chest, nailing his enemy to the dirt. The grimace and scream and soaking red beneath the opponent lets him know he broke most of the bones in the bastard's wings.

Good.

He won't enjoy this a bit, bastard, but you're not leaving this spot alive.]

[There's a steady stream of gunfire as Vincent shoots down the enemy in his path. He's intense and focused on taking them down, letting nothing get close enough to hinder his abilities. So far anyway.]

[This time around he's got a better handle on keeping the monsters within controlled. They're not at their most stable out here... but he's managing.]

[Especially out here, the items Kain has work even better. He can almost think that he's got all of his capabilities back, although it's still not entirely the same and takes more effort and concentration than natural abilities. Nor is it quite as powerful but only Kain would notice that really. Still, it's a lot better than nothing.]

[He comes soaring downward and stabs viciously at the Third Party enemy... going a bit overboard with the brutality, as there's a slight bit of Dark Side coming out in how he's fighting, this battle. He's going to make them pay for what they went through.]

[Behind Sanji, there's a twitch—two, three, four, and then slowly, the corpse sits up from his place in the dirt without seeming to move much of himself in the process. Something round and with his face crumples into some dark ash behind him, while the blood remains, stuck like blood tends to linger. A hand comes up and massages one-half of a regenerating face, as a listless brown eye catches sight of Sanji and—ah, no, think, think, who is that guy he's got there?

Ah.

His one eye widens and he stands upright like the ground was burning lava hot against his palms, grabbing Sanji's arm. In his half-minded (literally so very half-minded) attempt to stop the angry chef, he manages:]

Sanji, stop!

[That guy is bleeding an awful lot. Did you break his wings? He can't fix that sort of thing... Not wings. Wait, what's he thinking? By the time this is said and done, most of his head's returned, save for fleshy patches across one half of his face, already sewing themselves back up.]

Edited 2011-02-27 11:18 (UTC)

Well, she's certainly keeping busy. I won't say she's not nervous, but...those are her sandwiches we're eating. [Nom. When he's done with the first half, she'll give him the second.]

...how are you doing?

[She has to ask once.]

[...

Well, Ian, congratulations. You got Sanji to stop. Completely. He hasn't even applied enough pressure to crush the ribcage and splatter the heart. That would be because he's too busy staring with his mouth hung open at your face, and that it's on your shoulders where it belongs and--

You're... alive...]

Ian?

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[Any day after the first] why did I agree to this again

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[Any day after the first] seriously. WHY DO I DO THIS TO HIM?

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[Any day after the first] I am a terrible person and I need to be shot

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Re: [Any day after the first] Yes. Yes you are.

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[Any day after the first] /shoots you too, btw