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

[pearheaded]

[Woooo noodle arms are floppin all over the place, baby!]

Maybe they're upset about you shooting their friends!?

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere]

[pearheaded]

[And he nods down to the pack slung around his shoulder.]

Go ahead and reach into that bag, right there. There are little glass bottles in there you can use.

Re: [Last day]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood just stares down silently at them for a moment, stoic face painted even more stoic by his glasses. Every time he lowers his weapon in Luceti he feels like he should be regretting it, like he had back home. But right now, all he can think is how sick he is of seeing splattered tissue all over the floors.]

I wonder about that...

[He looks at Shikamaru, over his glasses, serious but not venomous in his gaze.]

We don't kill them, and they'll either hurt or kill one of us, or they'll end up dying anyway; so our only option is to blast them full of holes, is it?

[Slowly, he brings his gun to one of their foreheads.]

Is that really all we're good for, then?

[notabluesbro]

[Still gonna slap you anyway.]

[Last day]

[endgames]

[Even for Shikamaru, this is getting to be a bit much. He's killed before - hell, of all of his graduating class, he's been on the most A-rank missions so far. This is what he was trained to do

...but he's never enjoyed it. And the fact of the matter is, he's killed more people in the last few days - in a war that isn't his own - then he ever has back home.

Yes, he's been trained for this. But he's never been in a place that made him feel like nothing but a weapon until now. He hates that you've chosen now of all times to remind him of it, Wolfwood.]

Probably... in their eyes; the Malnosso's. [His hands fall back into the rat seal, and his shadow slides up along the second Elite's body; solid and shaped like hands, they wrap around the arms and settle along the throat.]

But I think I'm good for a lot more to the people I care about - the ones that actually matter. Not many of them are in Luceti, but there's a few. Back in the village. You do too, right?

[His shadow's hold constricts as the Elite tries to fight against him.] They're waiting for us to come back. We won't be of any good to them if we die here, even if it's only for a week.

[Day 3]

[chikaidestroyer]

Should have been obvious? [There is an amused tone there.] Please, do interject if your unearthly wisdom proves greater than what a mere mortal can see. Unlike those who you taunt, I choose to listen. [Not much of a choice, but he did reserve the right to heed the demon's advice. On the matters of monsters.]

[goldenglasses]

They started it! DUCK! [Tackling you to the ground. You can take it, right?]

[goldenglasses]

[No fair! He went to the tent!]

[pearheaded]

DOES THAT EVER MATT--OOPH!!

[HNRK, MY BACK.]


Can't you be a little more gentle?!

Re: [Last day]

[notabluesbro]

That's right. Things are different in a battle like this, where our freedoms are worth about as much as the dirt under our shoes.

[Sorry, kid, but there's no such thing as a good time to bring up killing—except when you're right about to pull the trigger. Wolfwood wasn't an idiot rigged to a gun: he knew that the forehead behind the pistol was one with a mind full of memories and thoughts and everything his happened to have.

So it goes, there's nothing that changes one solemn fact: people had to die.

But who had the right to hand down that sort of divine wrath? Humanity seemed to think itself worthy of it, and so they pelted each other with bullets and fed themselves the term 'justification'.

That's where Wolfwood was starting to understand Vash... which is why he flinches faintly as he pulls the trigger and almost hears the sound of someone in the back of his mind objecting too late. The Elite's body crumples to the ground, and Wolfwood's arm swings to his side.]

Lord forgive me.

[Said casually as he holsters his gun, but this priest was not the type to say something he didn't sincerely mean.]

[Last day]

[endgames]

[He wants to say he's sorry. Back home, these are the situations he's depended on for; figuring out all of the methods and tricks and loopholes and getting people out of a tight spot.

But they've been fighting for days, and he's come up with no workable option. That he can't do that for anyone here... he's sorry.

That kind of apology loses what little footing it has when you're in the middle of killing someone, however. Instead, he releases Kage Mane on the first Elite just before Wolfwood pulls the trigger - he doesn't know what effects if any a bullet to the head will have on his body, but he isn't interested in finding out anytime soon - and puts the rest of his concentration into strangling the second with his shadow.

Shikamaru doesn't watch the body when it falls, releasing the bind when he feels the lack of a pulse through his shadow.]

Your arm all right?

Re: [Last day]

[notabluesbro]

[As the ninja asks, Wolfwood's already pointing a pack of cigarettes toward Shikamaru with one cigarette waiting to be taken up; he figures he could use one.]

I won't lose it.

[And that's all that really matters—Wolfwood's reckless at times, but he's not one to ignore a wound if it truly needs looking at. From what he can feel in the sharp pangs along his arm, it's reopened, but it's still bandaged and he'll be able to deal with it at the medical tent without any rush.]

[Last day]

[endgames]

Good to hear.

[He takes the cigarette with a muttered 'thanks'. It's been a while since his last smoke - he's not a regular of the habit. But this? Has definitely been one of those weeks. There's a metallic clink from Asuma's lighter as he flips it open.]

But I'm carrying extra bandages if you need them. [He's more worried about the bloodstain on the sleeve, honestly. It draws attention and makes a good spot to aim.]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Death in action is a running standard. And you ask a marvelous question. ]

I'd call it a glorified scratch. [ ...guarantee he's had worse? ]

[goldenglasses]

Well, which hurts more? Being thrown to the ground or getting a spear stuck in your head and having to be ripped out?

[Taking aim and shooting one out of the sky before hauling you to your feet. Sorry! No time to waste with being TOO gentle!]

[pearheaded]

Well, that depends! It's a little more painful when you're not able to catch yourself, ahaha...ha...

[And he spits a tooth, to finish that.]

[pearheaded]

[nudging his shoulder at you, mister]

Take one of the bottles out of the front pocket of the bag. The drinkable one.

[goldenglasses]

[Gee, way to make a guy feel guilty.] Opps... will that grow back?

[Any day, Offensive Front]

[markofthewise]

[Time to finish it. As Sokka jumps at the Elite, he goes for the wings. The Elite makes an attempt to grab at Sokka, but the smaller warrior is too fast and all the warrior manages to do is grab the wolf tail, causing the hairtie to break and his hair come loose. A few strands are lost in the attempt, but it doesn't stop Sokka from getting one good cut on the wings, crippling the larger warrior. While he still has the momentum, he starts hacking into the part of the wing not armored until he has a chace to try and pry the armor off completely.

Unfortunately he forgot the Elite also has magic at his disposal and is oblivious to a rock that's levitating behind him.]

[blackenedchaos.livejournal.com]

[Yuber frowns when his attempt at killing the annoyance fails.

Fine, he'll just get this over with quickly and then it's down to one and hopefully Nami will be dead soon.

So he'll be using his attack where he splits into three, and without the power cap, it's going to be even more deadly than usual since he'll be moving at such a high speed that it will be hard to see his movement and therefore it will also be a lot harder to dodge him or to hit him while he's doing this.

And then once that is over, the demon will just oddly vanish. The monsters will not since their summoner got sent back to the dorms before sending them back to their realm.]

[ooc: Godmod away on the monsters. The Bone Dragon is very strong against physical attacks and has a high HP in canon, so he'll take some time to take out but it will be doable, but if Noel joins in, it will take less time since he's susceptible to magic, especially wind magic. And I goofed and he's immune to lightning so Nami's attacks didn't actually damage, but surprised it enough to aid her.

The azzodess isn't hard to kill, just a bitch to hit because she has flight abilities. Outside of that, pretty weak overall.]

1/...3?

[awakenedchaos]

[ν-13, meanwhile, isn't too surprised to see the attack fail. Noel's reaction does draw the silver-haired Murakumo's attention, though. It's... suspiciously reminiscent of the first time they fought, back when she arrived here in Luceti.

...it's a slight cause for concern, but she's confident that with no power cap, Yuber should be more than capable of handling Noel himself. She does remain focused on the two for now, however. As long as Sanji's occupied with the bone dragon and Nami's still unconscious, Noel is easily the biggest threat, after all.

But she still won't make a move - not until Noel starts to fight back instead of simply dodging.]

2/3

[awakenedchaos]

[...Or at least, that was how she was planning to handle this until Yuber suddenly disappears after using the Eight Devil Rune.

It's not that hard to guess what just happened.

Goddammit, Malnosso. Couldn't you have waited just a few more minutes before teleporting him back to the dorms?

This... is problematic, to say the least. Time for a change of plan, it seems.]

[awakenedchaos]

Unexpected miscalculation... Adjusting priorities. Switching to battle mode.

[Despite her words, she merely distances herself for now. Several of Noel's attacks were close-range, so for now, she'll prioritize staying at a distance.

But the moment anyone makes a move against her? Don't be surprised if she decides to make use of her Drive. Because she can and will do exactly that if need be.

...No, she's not even considering fleeing. The fact Yuber was teleported out is problematic, but ν-13 has no intention of leaving while her initial target is still alive - at least not if she has any say in it.]

[pearheaded]

Oh, totally, no worries there. All my bones grow in, teeth included. My hair does, too! Pretty nifty, huh?

... Are there still more of those angel-ly guys?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Yuber's dismissal from battle actually escapes Sanji's notice. Much as he wants to keep an eye on his fight with Noel, he's got his own opponent to face. So once he sees the gunner block the first attack, the chef turns his attention back on the growling enemy in front of him.

Noel-chan can handle herself, he's certain of that.

But you... He really doesn't have time to play with you, bastard. Not when there's a young woman lying still on the ground, the pool of blood widening with each second that ticks by... He should've shattered those bones ages ago, and that he hasn't flares to life the heat of his indignation. When the dragon rears its head and snarls at him again, a deep rumble that reaches all the way to Sanji's toes, the pirate just glares back at it through a narrowed gaze.

He won't let Nami die.]

... Tch. Annoying shithead. [And then... his tone switches into a pleasant monotone, professional and smooth] When there's not enough meat to make a proper dish, use the bones for flavor and directly apply the spice. [It's a lost cause, he knows, but pay attention anyway; you might learn something before you die.

Abruptly he drops his cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with enough force that the earth cracks like weak glass underneath his foot, and with a rabid spin, heat climbs up his right leg and stains it hot red.] Diable Jambe. [He doesn't stay idle; the added speed and strength launch him up above the dragon's head with ease. As for what happens next...

Why kick once when you can kick thirty-five times, with enough power behind each one to put a small crater in the earth?]

Venaison Shoot! [Each fiery kick rains down on the dragon's back and head, so quick and precise that only the after-glow from Sanji's leg is visible. And with a roar he slams down the last hit, an axe kick right on the crown of the dragon's head.

... It doesn't move or roar when he lands back on the ground, crumpled in a mess of bone of dirt. And, Sanji thinks with barely concealed ire and satisfaction, it better damn well stay that way.]