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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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[Oh boy. He can see where this will lead]

Tch. Where's Asbel? [Though right after the question, he shakes his head with a grunt]

No, forget it. I need to get you out of here.

[A light bop on the head - light for Sanji, anyway - and Shattered Rib-cage Man is blissfully out cold. He's not one for killing himself. It's if they get up again that he finishes the job]

Maaah, not bad for a marine.

[Ian lets go and rubs a hand across his hairline, assessing if he was all-healed yet; seemed so. And so it goes, he's standing in the middle of blood that came from his neck, looking at a guy who'd just watched his face fall away from his body.

... Suffice... to say, he's not sure what words he should be formulating, to make this any less awkward for him and shocking for Sanji. He swallows what's left of the blood in his throat.]

... I'm okay.

[They are? Well then. Sanji eats with a little more gusto and pep, obviously warmed by the news. He can't waste the food Sayo-san so painstakingly made.

It's the question that wipes some of his good mood away. Mmm.

Nami's got a right to ask, though. And so he smiles at her, stronger than before but still weary] Honestly? Been better. [Turning his head back to the half-finished sandwich in his hands]

But you're right. This'll probably be temporary. Maybe when we get back to our rooms, it'll come back. [And he'll have to go through this again, until they're sent home. Even still, it won't last. He's just got to keep telling himself so he won't forget]

[...] Aaa.

[Very slowly he steps off the Third Party fighter, taking not heed of the man struggling for a weapon. Sanji just kicks him in the head until he's silent, though still breathing at Ian's request.

Funny - just a moment ago he couldn't imagine Ian with no head, and now he's struggling to commit this new image to memory, as if this past minute hadn't existed. It's clear he's struggling with what to say in response to it all.]

[Oh wait, he does have a response:

His fuckin foot in your face, you son of a...]

BASTARD!

THE FUCK WAS THAT! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK?!

[Hey, at least it's an honest answer. He can't see the returning smile, and...she probably shouldn't reach out and touch his arm again, should she? But she keeps her voice warm. Firm, to boot.] Maybe we can find a few better ways of working around it when we go back for the night. You'll at least have more warning for tomorrow.

[While crushed under foot suspiciously like that icon:]

I think... you kicked my tooth... loose...

I'll kick more than that loose! [He removes his foot, and stomps it down before he gives into the urge to loosen Ian's nose next.

Damn it, he's nearly sick from relief]

Warn someone next time!

[He sits up, spitting out a tooth ~~which is already growing back in, fancy that~~, and looks up apologetically, with a little more seriousness. It suddenly (finally) occurs to him that Sanji thought he'd just watched someone die.

Ian personally hates that feeling more than anything in the world.]

Ah... sorry... I didn't—really think to tell you about that.

Edited 2011-02-27 11:55 (UTC)

Ah... That's good. I was worried, with all this fighting going on. I'll have to make up for being missing by making everyone something to eat when we return home...

I'm sure they're keeping cool and composed in the front—hard to catch all the crazy bastards when they can fly as high as they want around here, right?

[He notices an injured third party member limping his way over, and he casually shoots his leg out. Very nice. He holds his cross against his shoulder, as he reloads a mag one-handed.

The Elites over yonder might serve as a teeny bit bigger issue, though.]

[Rydia notices Kain's viciousness and is about to comment, when she glances further behind him.]

More trouble!

[She casts Sleep on his enemy, hoping that will last long enough for Kain to finish him off, then gets to work on the Thundaga spell she'll have ready when their new enemies are within range.]

[Now this is interesting, despite being Vash's drinking buddy ~~for like a year~~, he's never seen or heard that Vash could use firearms. Actually, he's surprised. Shooting, but without a single kill shot.]

What kinda pacifist uses a gun?

Hey, usually I don't even have to fire it to stop a fight! I think that's a pretty good use for a gun right? [I'm going to say that this is early enough that Vash hasn't seen TOO many people killed that he's not completely emo yet. 8Db]

[Each time she's due for a shift, Rise will hang back with the non-combatants crowd at her designated drop-off point (should there be any), monitoring the area and everyone's movements until she's sure that they're at the safe zone before she heads there herself- hopefully with an escort. After that, her work will be mundanely routine- watching movement around the Distribution Centre inclusive of any Third Party soldiers that intrude the established defensive perimeter.

Basically? She'll be watching you.]

[It won't be very often that you can stop Moro to talk to her. She'll be in the thick of battle, devouring the enemies, flinging them away as if they were limp ragdolls, or just pursuing retreating armies, sprinting at full speed.

You may, however, experience Moro leaping in front of you to crunch an enemy that may or may not have had you in its sights.]

[Vash hears screaming. What a funny way of running you have, with your arms flailing behind you like that. Don't worry fellow plant man, Vash has your back. It's almost automatic at this point, the way Vash's arm spins around as his gun blasts a nasty chunk of that wing away.]

Are you alright?

[Vash spots those Elites, they might be just a TINY bit of a problem. Maybe if he was on his own that is. A couple Elites in open ground; surely they can't be as bad as hundreds of lowly bandits with cover from a building, right?

...just in case.]

How are you doing on ammo?

[ this is her element. buffy summers spends much of the five day battle covered in plenty of blood and most of it is not her own. when she isn't slicing-and-dicing with her favoured scythe, she is picking off enemies at a distance with carefully aimed crossbow bolts. so long as she remains out of the way of the shifters, she does her work efficiently and successfully.

but one girl can't be so lucky the whole time, can she? ]

[Adell will arrive on the scene, considering she needs the help and he offered earlier to do so.]

Hey, sorry I'm late, Patchouli. Had to take care of some things with the offensive group before I could make it out here. What do you need me to do?

[The initial blindness had left the samurai in a short panic before that wave of cool, serene battle calm washed over him. A piece of cloth had been tied hastily about his eyes and his torn right sleeve showed evidence of the rag's source. Even with the chaos of the battle ensuing around him, Jack was awake in that bitter friend of every samurai, of bloodshed, combat, and striving for life and dodging death. His ears were sharp and his nostrils flared as he sniffed at the air for changes, his sandals discarded by the wayside to better feel the terrain beneath his feet.

Slices had long since torn through portions of his clothes, little lines of blood seeping out of shallow cuts. The soldiers bearing bladed weapons feel easily and in droves as they came at the samurai, his hair billowing freely behind him like a blackened mane. The blade served its duty well, slicing cleaning through opponents and bathing itself in hot blood. He hated to take lives when he had a choice, but in a war such as this, Jack knew all too well that death would follow his wake.]

Are ya whipping them with yer gun? [For some reason, that thought amuses Raven.]

But yer not killin' them, why are ya helping our enemies?

Whoa--!

[Right as Vanitas grabs him, Ven tries to escape his grip, but he's just not quick enough, and he ends up going through the portal as planned.]

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We're more than carbon and chemicals

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Re: [Any day after the first] /;A; SO CRUEL

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1/2 [Any day after the first] Says the mun who CUT OFF HER OC'S HEAD

[Any day after the first]

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Re: [Any day after the first] oh come on, it's like, canon at this point for him

[Any day after the first] 8|| /judges you anyway

Re: [Any day after the first] Bah, he's been blown up by landmines, he's fine with this

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Any day, locations range between defensive post and the closest drop-off point

Any day, anywhere

[First Day] [Anywhere]

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1st

choose your own buffy adventure (that is -- any day and any where)

Re: First Day - Morning

[Any day, Offensive Front]

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