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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[mischiefbreeder]

[...! Suddenly, soldier coming up in on Masaomi's blind spot now!]

Oi, Kida, watch out!

[generalflirt]

[He was glancing at Gold as soon as he spoke, which is what causes him to react badly to the enemy. The soldier (who happens to have, of all things, a warhammer, brings down the hammer in a wide arch. Masoami is still air-borne (technically) and thus cannot move in mid-air. He tries to scramble in the instant the recognizes what's coming, but...

Well, he manages to pull his leg out of the way. But it's not a fast enough reaction. The hammer slams down on his foot. Or well, more accurately, his ankle and his foot, and smashes both in mid-air. Fortunately, he completes his pull back before the arc completes and both are sent smashing into the ground, but Masaomi's eyes both go wide and there was a rather large cracking sound from that.

Only made worse when as she scrambles for a landing following that blow, the now healed up (but still aching) wound on his side spikes a bit of pain, distracting him... and the already heavily injured foot is made worse in the form of his ankle twisting from a very bad landing. Or well, half-landing leading into him tripping. Suffice to say, what might have been him landing on his feet is in fact, making him land face-first into this big patch of mud.

Meaning, obviously, this guy is up to you, Gold]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I...? [She notices that she's holding Bolverk. And then what appears to be the remains of an explosion nearby.

Give her a second or two, and she'll realize that that was her doing. Well, no. Bolverk's doing, maybe.]

I-I guess so, huh?

[generalflirt]

You don't know...? [And now his eyes harden, narrow. He starts to walk towards her. Does she had no control over her actions? Is something possessing her? What's going on here]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere]

[coldsnaps]

Lives!

[war is srs business bro.]

Are you alright?

[generalflirt]

[That... distracts him. It distracts him long enough that he final soldier standing manages to strike again at that same spot he got the gash in. He grunts in pain and then punches that one in the face too, breaking its nose. That should be all of them. Clutching his openly bleeding side, he now turns to look down at Cheyenne with something between alarm and terror because there is no way she can be alive]

[mischiefbreeder]

--! Kida! [Oh dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. Not good, not good... Okay, Gold is pissed now. Really pissed. Gold knew there was a certain degree of danger involved with being out here. He KNEW that! He knew that he had to do his absolute best out here, not only for his sake, but for everyone's sake...

But he didn't... He didn't put everything he had into it, and now Masaomi's injured. Masaomi's injured, and things are getting more dangerous for them now, and--

...No, there's no use in worrying about that. If he wasn't trying hard enough... Then that just means he has to try harder. Out here, he swore not to kill anyone out here. That's why he was holding back... But now was different. Revenge was in order.

Calling Explotaro and Aitaro over to him, he passes off his cuestick to the latter, who then leaps onto the former's back.]

...Explotaro, Blast Burn! [The Typhlosion reared up its most powerful fire attack, sending an intense wave of fire at the target, the soldier that just took down Masaomi to incinerate him. The attack is further augmented by Aitaro, who rapidly twirls the cuestick to fan and enhance the flames, spreading them out. Anything caught in the wave...

...Well, let's just say the Third Party will be lucky if they can call themselves the Third-Degree Party after that.]

[mydearapple.livejournal.com]

Good to know, good to know. [He nods.] Overall, things seem to have gone all right. Fortunately, we'll be out of here soon.

[hakoiri.livejournal.com]

[ A group of about ten people is rather small. ]

Do you work with many people often?

[hakoiri.livejournal.com]

Cheyenne!

[ There. Normally, he would have been taken aback by the intensity of the agonized scream, but all hesitation vanishes as he watches Cheyenne fall. Without thinking, he breaks into a run.

With how against she was of them being in the same vicinity on the battlefield, something might happen if he gets too close. She's an illusionist, after all. But he isn't thinking about that. He never really did. And that's precisely why he makes his way to her as fast as will legs will carry him. ]

[generalflirt]

[Shoved and then Kaori's pulling him? No way. He roughly pulls himself off from that grip]

Stop that!

[But then, when he's planning to close in again... there's Shikamaru. Masaomi's eyes narrow, but he snorts. Alright, fine. He doesn't rush, not sure where he's supposed to go now. So he pulls back a little to get to the same position as the rest of them. He just nods.]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ On a better day, he'd call bullshit on that. But for the moment, "I can move" will have to do, because there are a lot of enemies and only so many places that can provide suitable cover. ]

If you can move long enough for us to reach a few more helping hands, that should work finely.

let us pretend there is no babby in that icon.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

WILL YOU STOP OFFERING TO BE A MEATSHIELD? [ SHOOTING, SHOOTING, THROWING A FEW KNIVES OUT THAT WAY AND IT IS REALLY HARD TO RELOAD WHILE YOU RUN AND PANIC BUT BY GOD HE'S ON IT.

...so about four and a half of them down. :| ]

[simplestgift]

[Archie chooses to take Hughes' attitude the way he would that of a senior officer, shuts up, and obeys. A chain of command may be easily abused, but it does make things easier.] There's no one out there but Third Party, then?

[falenandawn]

[Frey's got his eye on Kida, ready to try casting again if he needs aid but definitely not leaving Kaori's side. She's a sitting duck and he's not leaving her defenseless.] Kida, I'll cover you from here!

[markofthebrave]

[Katara instinctively shifts to place her back more towards Sokka and Suki as she glances around. Still just shadows - what are they waiting for?

Katara tests her bending. So far, so good.]

[markofthewise]

Mmph!

[He worms his way free of Suki's hand and glares at her. But after spotting the shadows, he immediately draws his blade with one hand, his other hand gripping a Bomb-erang.

... and then they come flying in. A dozen at least, some on the ground, some above them on the buildings, and others swooping in from the sky. Looks like it's going to be a party.]

[illusional]

[Once Alf finds himself drawing near, he'll feel the difference. A strange sense of anxiety will begin growing in the back of his mind, getting stronger the closer he gets. Then again, it might be hard to distinguish that from what he'll already be feeling just being on the battlefield.]

[Especially with Cheyenne laying motionless on the ground, the entirety of the soldier's sword stabbed through her. The ground is quickly becoming covered in blood and Cheyenne has already stopped breathing.]



[Of course, she's not actually dead, being what she is, but she sure as hell looks like it right now.]

[generalflirt]

[Masaomi... meanwhile, is trying to get back on his knees. He knows he can't afford to be face-down at a time like this and he has to do something to make himself less vulnerable. It feels so hot here, but... after a short struggle, he gets onto his hands and knees. The pain he's feeling in that one ankle though... it's amazingly bad. And though he isn't looking at it, this ankle is currently bent at an angle an ankle should not be bent at. It's probably a little gross looking.

But yeah he's just struggling to barely get up. Fortunately, there probably aren't any more soldiers in the direct area]

[originaljackass]

So how high are you up to?

[herotypical]

This day or this hour?

[ a wry smile -- implying she is counting, after all. ]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold heaves a sigh of relief, glad to be done with that, before looking at Masaomi's situation--

...Yikes. That leg... does not look good. Gold walks over to Kida, his Pokémon falling after him.]

...Come on, dude, let's get you some help. [And now trying to get underneath Masaomi to help him to his feet--err, good foot.]

[originaljackass]

Hour. I'd never be able to keep count otherwise.

[herotypical]

I'm not about to spill my number to you, anyway. That's personal.

[ metaphors forever. ]

[Any Day]

[cladinthedark.livejournal.com]

[He smiles at that, not that she can see it. It shows in his voice though.]

I thought it might work. One of my servants, Rubicante, used a similar tactic, though with more emphasis on the flame part.