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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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Huh. Interesting. It's a little more complicated than I thought.

[Whoa, damn dude. Just... Damn. Of course, Asbel hardly has time to gawk at the impressive skills of Law or Sanji. If he loses momentum for even a second, it could be all over for them!

Be sure to keep them occupied, you three. Once Asbel gets Richard inside, he'll join you in the fight soon enough.]

That is usually the case when it comes to my magic.

[Her brow furrows.]

Rubicante...was he here?

Or maybe they just needed to find themselves a broom to sweep with.

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[Richard chances a glance over his own shoulder to see what's going on back there and his grip tightens on Asbel's coat. He's a burden right now, he knows he is, so the best thing he can do is just not move or cause any trouble so that Asbel can get him to safety as quickly as possible. But that doesn't mean he won't try to toss off a spell or two from his current position if he has to.]

Ah, that's good to hear.

[And hey, we can probably start back. It's not like gonna' run into any more bad guys, or anything. :|a]

What exactly did you do, back there?

I've dealt with smaller groups from time to time at home, but ever since coming to Luceti, I've had to take care of much larger ones. Even with multiple strategists involved, there aren't enough people capable of advising too many small groups.

Edited 2011-03-04 04:51 (UTC)

[Asbel keeps close to Richard, not wanting to lose track of the man.

He draws his sword, striking his sword against the ground and launching a Demon Fang at a nearby incoming soldier.]

[Richard's got his own sword out as well - not that it's seen much use - and is sticking equally close to Asbel's side like a silent shadow, though he gives the other man the space to attack without getting in the way. When he spots a soldier attempting to sneak up on Asbel from behind, he quickly casts an Avenger Bite to distract him long enough for Asbel to get a finishing blow in.]

[He shakes his head woozily.]

I can't feel my arms.

I think it's 'cause they're lacking bones.

I dunno man, that just seems like a super manly name.

So, what brings you to this lovely battlefield barn?

[He's having a hard time with small talk lately. Maybe it's because they're on a battlefield, idk.]

[BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?!

Also that's totally a pair of arrows in my shoulder. ;~;]

I HATE THIS JOB SO MUCH! I DEMAND RELOCATION! I WANT A UNION! I WANT A RAISE!

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[Of course not. That would be inconvenient. 8|a]

My jutsu? It's a technique unique to my clan. We're shadow manipulators.

[While Rydia is casting, Kain leaps high into the air and comes soaring down to stab at the enemy he's dealing with. He'll keep up with the physical attacking since he can guess they'd need to keep them away from getting to Saleh.]

No. [Such a weird guy... :|;] You can deal with those jerks however you want.

[No way, huh?]

[She manages to bite back any more screams as the rest of the wounds finish healing. The wound on her side is the very last to heal, her skin simply growing over to seal in the wound as the tissue beneath the surface regenerates.]

[Sensing that Masaomi is the only one left standing, she starts to get up. The front of her body is covered in her own blood and while her blindfold is gone, her eyes stay closed. She rests on her knees and looks up in his direction.]

...you are injured.

[Kain knows better than to delay when he hears that. His spear dripping with blood, he takes at once to the air and springs out of the way for the impending magic attack.]

[And just below him, Rydia rains death from above. Her meteors strike the soldiers with brutal efficiency, making quick work of them.]

I see . . . Still, that's quite impressive of you. Not everyone possesses the qualities of an adviser, and to generally handle larger groups is something of note. I feel assured to have you as our strategist.

[ He chalks up the sudden burst of anxiety on the situation, especially when he realizes that Cheyenne's not breathing. The first thing he wants to do is pull the sword out, but that's actually a bad idea lest a torrent of blood spills from its removal.

Alf hastily kneels beside her, willing himself to keep a calm head. It's proving to be more difficult than it should be, what with the increasing sense of anxiety. He'll hear the rapid beating of his heart over any other sound at this rate. Shaking his head to clear away the panic threatening to settle in, he prepares to cast a healing spell -- even if that may do little to nothing to help her. ]

Hold on, Cheyenne . . . !

Sounds good to me. [He pauses, trying to get his bearings in the field. The distribution center looks far away right now.

But he's ready to go whenever the man is. ...Which reminds him.] Oh. I'm Leon. ...Nice to meet you.

[Minato wants to keep an ear on the conversation, but he's starting to nod off already. Go ahead and treat him like a kid, he's too out of it to mind.]

[Alf, she'll apologize for this later.]

[In one swift movement, her hand jerks over towards him and grabs onto whatever part of him is closest. Whether that be his arm or just the hem of his clothing, the effect is the same: the moment she's touching him, powerful negative emotions and thoughts should begin to fill his mind. For a moment, that aura of anxiety will seem almost overwhelming...!]

[And then just as quickly, she jerks her hand back and the negative feelings disappear.]

[She can't let him tired himself out trying to heal her, but her body can't heal on it's own with that sword still there. Usually she stays unconscious until the tissue begins to restore itself, but this is a special case... an unpleasant one.]

[She forces herself to take in a very painful breath so she can speak, fighting the urge to scream.]

A... Alf...?

[He... stumbles back a few steps. The fear is overwhelming him, actually. She just... she was dead. No one can survive that. No hu-

But she wasn't human, was she? She never was. She was always a monster and she admitted it. He laughs. It's mirthless and probably borne of the bloodloss. He takes two more steps back there, wanting to put more distance between them. He's considering fleeing, actually, because the less rational part of his brain is a bit gone in his battle frenzy]

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that baby could've won this war by herself, jsyk

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I am so sorry Cheyenne he's made of weaker stuff