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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[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Day 2

[simplestgift]

[Archie found himself by Some Guy he'd seen a few times. He's not recalling at the moment that he lives down the hall from Alistair because there are enemies nearby. That and a GIANT GRYPHON. He stumbles back without thinking and nearly drops into the arms of a soldier.]

Day 2

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Look out!



You all right?

Day 2

[simplestgift]

[There is still a GIANT GRYPHON. Archie regains himself after a second of realizing the thing is an ally, then grits his teeth and draws his sword, stooping lightning fast to grab a handful of dust and fling it into the eyes of an approaching soldier before running him through.]

Fine, thank you!

[He hacks at the wings of another soldier and calls out to his neighbor.] At a later date, you'll have to explain to me what that thing is doing here!

Day 2

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Right.

I've never actually seen one, myself! Pretty amazing, right?

[simplestgift]

As long as it's on our side! [Kennedy hisses as he's slashed shallowly across the upper arm. He deflects a sword blow with his hand against the flat of his enemy's blade and takes him down.] Where is everyone?

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Yes, of that I'm sure.

That, I'm not sure. There was no one here when I got here. We'll have to fight our way through to the others it seems.

[simplestgift]

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.

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Right, we should--

Hold on, I have an idea.

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

[simplestgift]

[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!

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Only if you bring the dessert, I think.

Look, we need a ride and....

Oh. Thank you. C'mon!

[simplestgift]

[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.]

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Up! Let's take these down first.

[simplestgift]

[Take them down? Alistair, Archie is not sure what world you come from, but in his, it's not every day you're riding on a creature that flies. Briefly, Archie's arms tighten around Alistair from behind. Then, the lieutenant releases laughter like he's never lived before and didn't realize it.]

Look at this! This is amazing!

[Distracted officer is distracted.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[As promised, Grell is creeping watching Alistair as he fights. During a slight lull in the siege, Grell appears nearby, seemingly out of thin air with a chainsaw resting on one shoulder.]

My, but you are a bit fierce, aren't you?

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

What? How are you.... when did you even get here?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[That's a horrible saying, but I laughed.

Grell smiles and waves a hand dismissively. There's blood on the cuffs of his shirt, but Grell doesn't seem to mind. Also hello...giant bird thing. Do not eat Grell. That would make the death god v. unhappy.]

I said I would be watching, didn't I? You truly are quite impressive.

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Yes, well. Thank you. But I really should be getting back to the um. Fighting and. Killing. And such. Nice... talking to you.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[What is it with people walking away from him? 8( SO UNFAIR.

With a sigh, Grell jumpstarts a little bit of power and manages to teleport back in front of Alistair, frowning slightly.]

We didn't really talk much, did we? It's rather rude to leave when someone is trying to hold civil conversation.

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Wait. What did you- You were just-? How did you do that?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Sliding the chainsaw down, Grell just shrugs like being suddenly somewhere one wasn't two seconds ago is totally normal.]

I move faster than the human eye can perceive.

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Yes, but....


No wait, never mind. I should go.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Really? But there's nowhere to go. If you give it some time, more of those dreadful angel like things will show up to kill you just like before. You can't spare a moment for a lady?

[ima-greywarden.livejournal.com]

Yes, I suppose you wouldn't want to miss that.

Very well. What is it?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell would say yes to that, but then it would break the illusion of being...somewhat normal.]

You never did give me your name, dear.