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!))

Comments

[drawnbythesword]

[Okay, this slow pace wasn't going to cut it anymore. It might be a rough ride, Richard. Asbel stops now, to hoist Richard onto his back.]

Right! Let's go, Richard! [And bolting towards that medical center as fast as his legs will carry him while he's got the man on his back. Good thing Richard is a twig.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

No.

[Still cheerful!


...also creepy.]

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[And, still, Ven's not letting up. If he can knock Vanitas out, that's his chance to escape!

So, what does he do? Prepares some Pulse Bomb!]

[deathsdoctor]

[Really?

... you will only have yourself to blame if you end up being stopped embarrassingly. Like being restrained by just his pinky. And if certain priests and chefs should come by and see this?

Well, too bad.]

It's unfortunately like that sometimes. [Concentrating on cleaning out that wound. You will also notice the bag of plasma has been emptied and switched for the first of a few bags of red cells. Glancing up.] We can only do the best we can. [Pause. ... slowly as he listens to your tone and inflection.] I realise it is none of my business, but is something troubling you?

[He feels no pity for them. They have sent a steady stream of wounded his way. At the same time, he feels no hate for them either. They have not wronged him, and this is not a just war or a right war - it is certainly not a war either of them should be involved in. But they are and it is a war.

If there ever is a time to grieve, it is after when the dust settles, not now. That is the proper time to mourn the dead. Now, Mister Vash, is a time for the living and to keep living.]

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

[...A small sliver of dread crawls up his spine for a moment there.

...The memories of a certain firefly popping over his head that one time flood back to him.]

...Oh.

[awakenedchaos]

[Under normal circumstances, ν-13 would probably complain about that lack of a response. Don't just ignore her, Yuber.

...Of course, given who just arrived, she isn't about to actually do that. Even she can tell that now really isn't the time for that sort of thing. So rather than that, she turns to face Noel while Yuber teleports away to deal with Sanji - expression completely deadpan for the time being.]

...Confirmed presence of additional targets. Switching to emergency defense mode.

[Current priority? Stall long enough for the two of them to have the opportunity to leave. She does not want to have to deal with anyone else for longer than necessary at the moment.

...

Monsters, huh...? Noel, I wouldn't suggest using terms like that around your lookalike again. Really. Don't.]

[there-were-none.livejournal.com]

[What, creepy? What creepy? You must be imagining things. She's gone back to smiling!]

What about Adell?

[vulcanblazer.livejournal.com]

...Sure found a bunch of them alright. There were a lot of 'em, but we beat 'em back!

[And he pounded a ton of them. Obviously.]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

[simplestgift]

[Archie knows how dangerous flintlocks can be, Hughes. One did an excellent job of killing him.]

I learned how to use a gun that didn't even fire bullets on my own, Mr. Hughes. The trouble isn't knowing how to use one, it's having one to use. [He pauses suddenly, touching his injured ribs with a very, very brief wince of pain. Then he glances at his hand as if to check for blood. Nothing's ripped open yet, yay.]

[deathsdoctor]

[You are an angel of mercy sent down from above. Coffee. *_*]

Oh, that doesn't matter. Coffee is coffee, and any is good. Thank you.

[So speaks the addict. Thermos gladly accepted. Relaaaaxing.]

Well, if it bothers you later, I'll be glad to take a look. Just be careful with it, alright?

[amber-arcangel.livejournal.com]

Next time I'll make you sleep for more than just a few minutes.

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[Too late to stop now! Those shotlocks are coming fast!]

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

[risingwinds.livejournal.com]

[With that taken care of, Ven steps back, ready to toss his Keyblade into the air and leave any second now.]

[emp3thy]

[then you should make her your friend instead. ...but oh Keiichi don't bring up girlfriends right now, he still feels a bit like he was just through a bad break-up.]

I try for that.

[vanityunbcoming.livejournal.com]

[breaks_destiny]

[Honestly, with all the stress and battle Haruhi's quite far away from his mind. Anyway Keiichi laughs and opens his mouth to reply, but the words never come out. Instead they die in his throat as he catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, raising the rifle quickly and shooting.

Seems that the next wave is already here.]

[originaljackass]

Change of plans, actually.

[He slides the last cartridge he has into his pistol and points it at Sayo for a moment, then lets it hang loose as he hands it over to her.]

Those stitches won't hold if I carry him the rest of the way. You'll be keeping guard over him until I get back with the skiff, got it?

[Now the question is... can you trust him to come back?]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Grell is so calling Yue an angel forever now. Just to spite him.]

How descriptive.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell bends back and the dagger passes right in front of her face, sparking another bout of rage. But rather than swing the chainsaw, Grell just up and aims a punch straight at Jay's face.]

[originaljackass]

A Saber? Now it sounds like you're in some kind of club.

[He shakes his head incredulously, while taking a moment to clean the blood from his sword. It's a battlefield and there's little time for elegance and class. His pant leg will just have to do the trick.

... in the meantime, an enemy is closing in on them.]

[emp3thy]

[not even a decent break this time... but he raises the Evoker and immediately summons Odin to rain lighting on the nearest foe. Even when his attacks don't kill outright, they make them easier targets for Keiichi.

He's not thinking about the deaths anymore. It's kill or be killed. It's how it was in Tartarus too... those enemies just didn't have human faces.]

[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

[The punch connects squarely, sending the boy to the ground, rolling a few feet. He gets right back up again with a pause. This was getting nowhere. It was about time for a strategic retreat. Unfortunately, the open fields would not let him make a very concealed escape. He'd have to disable the death god somehow.]

[And so he dashes towards Grell, leaping over his head, aiming his dagger to slash at one of his wings.]

[heroicarturia.livejournal.com]

It is just a code, as you said.

[She says with a small huff. Not that she was expecting to be taken completely seriously. Her eyes wander around the field, when she notices a figure in the distance. One that does not look like a friendly ally.]

We have another one.