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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[any day, primarily defensive point]

[winged_moon]

[Yue's purpose is to protect and defend, not to hunt and kill, so he'll be sticking close to the noncombatants and medics, using bow and arrows made of glowing blue energy to pick off enemies from afar. His main strategy is to stay out of range of any Shifters to avoid that complication, but he still flies relatively close to the ground just in case, and is burdened by a mundane bow and arrow case even if he isn't using them.]

[2nd day]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Time to check up on all the lovely people Grell enjoys torturing.

After killing all the people in her assigned area, Grell pops up at the main camp near Yue, smiling at him.]

Having fun?

[2nd day]

[winged_moon]

[Yue is more than a little on edge at the moment, meaning that when someone unexpectedly shows up by him he automatically reaches for his power -- but he recognizes the newcomer before ice crystals have a chance to form and he closes his hand on the glowing orb, dismissing it again with a frown.]

I am performing my duties as required.

[2nd day]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell raises an eyebrow at the power surge and then smiles again. Good to know not to sneak up on Angel anytime soon.]

Having a bit of fun while we "perform our duties" isn't so bad, now is it?

[winged_moon]

What fun is there to be had in this?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

It's artistic, isn't it? Red is such a complement to the color white!

[Said with a dramatic flourish! That slowly turns into a rather creepy smile.]

They're receiving the most beautiful deaths in the world at our hands - we should enjoy it, to pay homage to their lives.

[winged_moon]

[...]

[No, really.]

[...........]

[Yue just regards Grell for a very long moment before turning away again, curving one broad white wing forward to examine it carefully.]

Their deaths are simply necessary to preserve others'. There is no beauty in that.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Oh, but there is. The beauty of humanity, the tragedy of life, the bittersweet triumph of those who must kill or be killed! It's beautiful beyond belief!

[winged_moon]

[Yue carefully resettles a feather that wasn't sitting quite right, attention apparently focused on his wings rather than Grell.]

I presume you're accustomed to battle, then.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I'm more of a casual observer of human behavior.

[winged_moon]

[...you seem anything but "casual" to him, Grell, but all right.]

Ah.

Then why such... enthusiasm?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[The death god smirks and lets out a low laugh.]

Nfu, perhaps I shouldn't have said 'casual.' I'm rather invested in their lives - or their deaths to be exact.

[winged_moon]

[That will draw at least some of Yue's attention away from his (literal) preening, as he casts a sidelong frown in Grell's direction.]

How so?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell gives Yue another once-over with his eyes and then smiles politely again.]

I suppose you can't sense it then. Such a shame.

[winged_moon]

[Oh, now you've gone and hurt his pride, and his frown deepens slightly. Whatever Grell is, it's nothing he's encountered before, and he isn't certain how to place it.]

And what am I meant to be sensing?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell twirls a strand of hair around one finger, smiling sweetly. Also, not quite answering that question.]

Oh, don't be upset, love. It's merely interesting to see who can and cannot sense these things. I misplaced you the first time we met, remember?

[winged_moon]

[Don't tell him what to do. It's his party and he'll lineface if he wants to.]

It is difficult to identify that which I have never before encountered.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[What a girl.]

Well... Then I suppose I should be polite, hm?

[With a flourish and a hand to the chest, have a brand new introduction.]

Grell Sutcliffe, Death God Dispatch Field Officer, London Branch.

[winged_moon]

[...a death god. Yue would say that's impossible, but he's already run into some other impossibilities in his time here, so perhaps it deserves consideration. Not that his facial expression changes as he does consider it, of course.]

I... see.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

And what are you then? Not an angel, but...?

[winged_moon]

[He doesn't need to answer. And thus he'll pause for several long moments to demonstrate that fact before finally answering only because he wants to.]

I am a guardian.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Grell is so calling Yue an angel forever now. Just to spite him.]

How descriptive.

[winged_moon]

[His wings flick slightly, as though in annoyance.]

It is what I am. I was created to protect.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

If you say so. What is it that you protect?

[winged_moon]

Something that isn't here.

[He turns to regard Grell with an expression that isn't quite a glare, but is certainly unfriendly and icy.]

What does it matter?