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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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Erm. [There are more soldiers headed for them. About six, actually--four in the air, two on the ground.] We may be a little outnumbered. And incapable of flight. We'd best get to higher ground once we've an opening.

[At some point, Terra has taken to her Esper form. She needs the extra strength, magical and physical, to aid in the defeat of her nearest foes, a trio of Elites closing in on her. Conjuring her Holy missiles, she's busy sending them at her foes and doesn't notice Vincent nearby just yet. Still, she could use the help....]

[Terra does a double take after finishing off a Soldier. Is he...yes, he is a bright green. The color concerns her less than the fact that he doesn't seem entirely well. Is he poisoned?]

Erm-----aye, Cap'n. Combatants. I think I can do that, darlin'.

[...A blind child. Even better. She crouches down slowly, coming more down to Flandre's level.] My friend can't see, either. He lost his sight when he came here. Was it the same for you? [Hell, for all she knows, this kid could have been blind to begin with. Which...would suck even more.]

Right, we should--

Hold on, I have an idea.

Hey, um. Gryphon... ser. We would appreciate it if...

[Archie's face is spattered with blood. He's on his feet now, barely able to breathe, sword in hand.]

...S-SAYO!

[Archie's got it handled, slicing through the backs of the soldier's knees before piercing it through the heart.] Be sure to ask it to tea, but only if it has time!

[Hey. Hey. Small talk in a warzone really isn't a good idea, you two. Especially not during one of the few times when a certain silver-haired Murakumo unit is not up in the skies assisting Yellow 13 with aerial support, but down on the ground, dealing with any Third Party members who happen to be unfortunate enough to cross her path in mere moments.

...Or at least, that's what she was doing until she noticed a certain navigator zooming by. Well well... isn't that fortunate. Even if she's in the company of someone else, it seems to be a non-combatant, judging from the lack of a weapon and the fact she's clinging to Nami, so Sayo hardly registers as a threat.

Which, unfortunately, means that the two of them will find themselves greeted by a pair of swords flying at them, followed by another pair from a different angle, and finally a sickle-like blade passing by in front of them to cut off their path. (Or, if that didn't make any sense, just look at the first nine hits of this.) Do try not to get hit! That... probably wouldn't be very pleasant, to say the least.]

[Before she can even think to do anything more, Jack Horner's bullets do a bang-up job at taking the focus away from her. She'll just go ahead and sit back in shock as the two men focus their efforts on the winged woman—she's been off and on scared through this draft, and it shows well enough in the way her legs turn into jelly.]

Only if you bring the dessert, I think.

Look, we need a ride and....

Oh. Thank you. C'mon!

Edited 2011-02-27 22:12 (UTC)

[Well, one thing is for sure, Jack is impressed by this Elite's healing. He'd been sure one of those shots (he totally claims it as his by the way) had done a nasty number on her arm. Yet that same one is already coming at his face with a knife. Well, sword in his gut or not, Jack isn't about to let some bitch get the best of him. He headbutts her, knocking her off balance. Sword still protruding painfully from his chest, he follows up with a fist to the face. Followed by another one. With her foot wounded, she stumbles back to the ground.

That's all the time Jack needs to pull that sword out of his chest. He coughs up blood and staggers for a moment. Ugh, maybe he should have waited on that. Before he can start heeling, she's already back on her feet, returning the favor by getting a few stabs to his arms, shoulders, and chest with that knife of hers.]

Argh! Damn you! Die you stupid bitch!

[Although still looking like a vampire's breakfast buffet, his insides are healing up nicely enough for him to start putting up more of a resistance. Now that he has the sword and she doesn't, things might be moving a bit in his favor.]

[Hey. Hey. Small talk is just fine when you're trying to keep someone calm and if you've still got your eyes on the path. Nami was tryign to keep well out of the firing line-- kind of to her detriment now, really.

But that's excuses. Really, she doesn't have much time other than to blink as light hits those first two blades, realise what she's seeing--]

[ back home, these moments would usually be punctuated with buffy being able to make a stellar move at the last moment and swoop in on a final soldier to save the pirate. only there is no final enemy. but this isn't home and they are left in the awkward position of being just far enough from the next set of baddies to not turn immediately to work. ]

That...that was good. Fast. [ she swallows. it isn't supposed to be a compliment; it is just an observation. appreciation. ]

Edited 2011-02-27 22:11 (UTC)

[Archie manages a neat slice at the woman's hamstrings, but he's not much more than a biting fly at this point. He's losing blood quickly, and is having greater and greater trouble breathing. And there's Sayo, in far greater danger than Horner, so he peels off and stumbles toward her, reaching out a bloody hand to take her arm.]

Run! [He rasps.]

[Archie clasps Alistair's hand and climbs up, still pretty wary of the great beast, but as intrigued as anyone who'd grown up wondering what it might be like to fly on the back of a mythical creature.]

Not a time to make it stylish, is it. [There is no humor in his voice; Jack despises killing.] You alright, Annie?

[She's pulled up on her own will, but realizes what Ami had taught her—Archie was in considerable danger, bleeding like he was, so she made it a point to return the gun to her kimono and pick up the medical kit she'd dropped helplessly to her side.

And she proceeds to run, consciously trying to lead Archie to the nearest place where she could look at the damage done to him.]

[ she nods. ] I'm going strong. [ she wrinkles her nose at the scythe blade before wiping it off on the thigh of her jeans. ]

Perhaps I will get the chance to clean you up after all. [He doesn't wait for her reaction.] The elites---hard to kill?

I could, before...

[Finally she blinks one eye open, then the other. Said irises are starkly red, though no longer glowing; the catlike sliver of pupil in each does not expand or contract in response to light or shadow.]

...are my eyes open? I think they're open.

Sayo, hang on!

[Please hang on, because Nami can't give you any more warning than that before throwing her weight heavily to the left and hauling back on the bars. The waver fishtails across the ground before canting heavily onto its side, sliding straight forward at a right angle and underneath the first two blades. The second pair just barely miss-- where the hell did those come from--

She can't avoid the last blade. But the waver's at a sharp enough angle that the sickle smashes into it hull first, splintering wood and tearing up through the bottom. She's already letting go of the bars, twisting to at least try and give her passenger some cushioning as they're both thrown free of the waver, which...is just as well considering it doesn't take kindly to being treated like that. Really, she should just stop asking the Malnosso for them.

...this is assuming Sayo managed to hold onto her through all that. Right, Sayo?]

Hardish. And those wings...armoured. But, lucky me, I'm harder.

[ she therefore saves her reaction for post-answer. catching his eye for a moment and judging his sincerity. the keyed up energies of the battle lead her mind to a particularly physical scenario that she has to shake out of her mind. since when should she ever realistically imagine jack sparrow in the shower, anyway? ]

[Right.

Sayo's not sure what just happened, but she does realize that danger is so close by, she's just not sure where, who—

Sitting up front the ground (and partially leaning on Nami's shoulder for support), she looks up shakily toward the figure that attacked.]

[She feels something ache in her arm, but it's unimportant compared to what's happening right now. Scrapes and bruises are nothing when considering they may be getting violently murdered by a bunch of blades, right?]

N-nami—

[We need to move, or we'll...!]

Edited 2011-02-27 22:33 (UTC)

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We're more than carbon and chemicals

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[day one]

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\o/

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Want to combine this thread with the one with Horner?

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Works for me! How shall we go about it? |D

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I'll just jump in! Jack > Archie > Sayo

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/reads everything very carefully a million times

XD SAVE THE DOOR! SAVE IT!

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i feel woe for the door.

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