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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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[The strange enemy is hovering in the middle of the road all terminator-style, methinks. Not that Nami and Sayo have any idea who that is >.> But in light of Nu continuing to search, Nami just crouches down briefly and gives Sayo a smile.] I'm sorry. Stay down and don't look-- don't come out until at least five minutes after it goes quiet, okay? Just-- it'll be okay.

[memoryboxes]

[She nods,squeezing her eyes shut. Was she going to leave? She was going to fight off... No, that's not right—after helping her like this, it's all her fault Nami has to face someone. She wants to sit up in disbelief and try to talk her into maybe just hiding away, too, with her, but she can't bring herself to budge toward that plan of action.]

... Okay...!

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...bye, Sayo.

Nu isn't stupid. She'll find this place for long. Why she's still standing in the road, Nami's not sure. Scanning...? She compared Nu and Noel to pacifista, years ago.

She'll take the time to snap the climatact together properly first. It makes for good defence. Today she has a better offence.

The mirage in the middle of the road has long since faded. Nami paces a good distance away from Sayo's hiding place... before she lets her own mirage drop, making a mad sprint for the corn field.]

[awakenedchaos]

[And as soon as Nami drops the mirage, the Murakumo speaks up again.]

...Confirmed location of the target. Resuming assault.

[Just like before, Nami will find a pair of swords flying her way, followed by another pair from a different angle... and a Sickle Storm intended to cut off her path before she reaches the corn field. She's not about to let her hide again.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Kind of expecting that, she was. Nami's already leaping as Nu rounds on her, so close to the edge, practically diving into the field. The blades whip past her, thudding into the ground and shearing into the corn, leaving a row of stubbed cornstalks behind, lightly spattered with blood. Either Nu caught her with one of those or it's her already bleeding calf; either way, Nami doesn't make a sound apart from the shuff of vanishing into the field, corn closing over her head and hiding her passage

Bye, Nu.]

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[awakenedchaos]

[So she managed to reach the field anyway. Damn it. That's exactly what she wanted to avoid. It's difficult to see her while she's hiding in that field, after all.

But that? That can be dealt with using the right method. Said method may or may not have something to do with the fact that the Murakumo is currently raising her hands above her head, seemingly focusing on something...]

[awakenedchaos]

...Destruction.

[...Followed by one more swift motion as she says that word, calling up a portal of sorts in front of her.

Which promptly starts to launch a barrage of swords in the direction of the corn field.

Dodging that somehow is... probably a good idea. Getting hit by the entire attack would hurt, to say the least.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Knowing already that Nu favours throwing blades around every which way is the only thing that stops her from turning into a fine red mist. There went a third of the corn field-- and Nami's diagonal, crazy wade through the corn is cut short by the swathe of lethal steel that cuts across one side of her. Mostly out of harm's way, not quite enough. Her arm is clipped-- more than clipped, shredding through flesh, scream bitten back to avoid giving away where she is.

She'll just stagger away from that destructive force, thanks very much, her good hand fumbling into her jacket for a handful of small, glass balls, the tiniest of thunderclouds inside them, flinging them out at eye level behind her. They hover, you know.

Then she waits until the sound of Nu's attack dies down before she starts running again, rustling through the corn.]

[awakenedchaos]

[Okay, that... didn't work quite as well as intended. Still, it cleared a good portion of the field, so that should make things easier for her.

For the time being, she's simply going to dash after where Nami appears to be, volleying a few more swords in the general direction of the rustling - she's not really paying the glass balls much mind, but odds are one of her swords might end up hitting them.

...This probably isn't a good idea, is it?]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Prooobably not. Nami herself gave a count of five and then dove flat, fully expecting another Legacy Drive to come mowing her way. A bunch of shattered weather balls makes for a helluva lot of chaos. But hey, whatever does the job.

There's a crack and a flare of light. One broken globe sets the others off in a chain reaction. The sheer speed of the cloud enveloping the field is frightening, dark and powerful.

And then--more or less-- it explodes with light.

Thunderbolt tempo ain't got nothin' on this. You took care of one third, Nu. Nami'll take out the rest... and hopefully, you with it. You said something about lightning earlier?]

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[awakenedchaos]

[You know, it's bad enough to get hit by Thunderbolt Tempo. But this?

....Yyyyyeah. Even if she'd have expected the globes to create a giant thunderstorm upon breaking, at the moment she's a little too close to actually be able to avoid that.

So needless to say?]

[awakenedchaos]

[Considering the nature of what she was just struck by... that's more than enough to make her go down to the ground with a rather loud - if still mechanical-sounding - shriek. Ow.

...Yeah, this one's probably down for the count. Stupid electricity.]

[...Or is she?]

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[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Is it that easy?

... well, she wouldn't say easy, per se. Her arm's a wreck and she's bleeding from two other places, but she can limp home from here if need be. Probably without falling over on the way, even.

But. There's no power cap. And Nami's hella more powerful, but...

...but they had no power cap before. So it should be okay.

Just in case.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[So the corn field's a mess. Blackened and charred and popped corn all over the place, and one murakumo unit down for the count (apparently). Heck, even the area around the corn field looks like a superheated cyclone just blew through it. Maybe it did.

One navigator standing up in the middle of the field, limping a little closer to Nu now. DOES SHE GET UP.]

[awakenedchaos]

[...Nope. No movement here. ν-13 is not available right now. Please leave a message after the beep.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[Not taking the very easy, obvious bait. Well.

Good.

Let's just...back away slowly for a bit until she gets some distance. But she dares to feel some relief, even. If Nu's staying down, she can consider this a win.

...tactically, she should finish the job. But Nami's not a murderer. And then there's Sayo...

Leaving is wise.]

[Locked to Sanji] for great justice

[memoryboxes]

[As Nami and Nu begin their fight, Sayo waits in the brush—but she doesn't even let two minutes go by before she forces herself upright, hidden among the shrubbery, and shakily draws her journal out. Think, think, what should you do, who should you get a hold of? Her mind very easily glides through a handful of faces before she realizes—Sanji. They're crew members and good friends. He'd know what to do.

She quickly addresses his journal, hoping he has it on him. Does he have it on him? Is he even checking it? Ooh, please, answer; she's not sure who else to call, without freaking out the whole draft.]

Sanji-san, are you there? Sanji-san!!

[Her forearm is flashing with pain now, but she ignores it as best she can, because it's all she can do. There's no time for dawdling, when someone's life is in danger.]

[Locked to Sanji]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji isn't sure why he's got his journal on him, to be honest - not like he expects a call from the village. But yes, he's checking it, and the panic intertwined with his name commands his attention immediately.]

Sayo-san? What the-- [Shit, is she hurt? He's already looking as closely as he can through the journal window, and shoots to his feet]

Where are you? What's going on?

Re: [Locked to Sanji]

[memoryboxes]

[She shakes her head.]

I'm alright; I'm safe now, but Nami-san's fighting alone...!

[squeezes her eyes closed, gripping the journal]

Something attacked us. She left to keep fighting, and she needs help!

[Anyone, everyone, someone, whoever.]

[Locked to Sanji]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Nami-san's fighting alone...!



... Shit]

Where are you. [His voice is low, ill-tempered, grip tight enough to punch his fingers through the paper. Not aimed at Sayo, though. No. His rage wanders without a target yet, but when he finds out the fucks who did this--

.Just... talk to him. Tell him where you are. Where's Nami?]

Re: [Locked to Sanji]

[memoryboxes]

[I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry]

S-she went toward a cornfield... A large one—we were on our way straight toward the—the Distribution station, but...

[Is there more to tell him? There has to be more to tell him.]

...There was a river—the sounds of the river!

[Locked to Sanji]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Distribution station. [And a river. It narrows it down enough. He knows where to go.]

I'll be there soon. [With backup, if he can manage. But even if that's out of the question, he's not gonna let his navigator die out there. That much he can promise]

Just stay where you are, Sayo-san. I'll get Nami-san.

[And with that, he's off]

Re: [Locked to Sanji]

[memoryboxes]

[She shuts the journal and holds it close, head pressed against her knees while she tries to keep the sick feeling down and the pain in her arm from creeping into her jarred nerves.

Please help her.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Helping her would be a lot easier if he knew of people to assist.

And it's not even that he doesn't - but contacting them is the hard part. He can't afford to waste time running anywhere but forward, hastily turning his journal open for any signs of activity. Vash? Katara? But they'd be busy, and have more important shit to do than chat away.

... Then maybe he's got no choice but to hoof it alone.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[You're in so much luck, Sanji. From afar, there's a very familiar blonde-haired girl wandering around the (thankfully) corpse-free area alone watching cows. With nothing better to keep her distracted, it's little wonder that she spots Sanji from afar. Running. Where's he going?

Curious, Noel calls out to him.] Sanji!