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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[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!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Who's calling him? He's reluctant to look up from his thoughts, even for a lady, but that voice--]

Noel-chan? [... Wait. Halting dead in his tracks because of course.

Noel-chan. Who can fight. And even better is he's fought with her before.

He doesn't smile, but he runs over to her wearing an earnest expression and not bothering with formalities]

We have to go! Nami-san's being attacked not far from here!

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[She already had the feeling that something was terribly wrong when Sanji didn't greet her as he normally did, and hearing those words was only confirmation.]

What? [Starting to panic, because dammit, she told herself she was going to keep Nami safe. Who was it? Someone from the Third Party... or...?]

Sh-Show me where!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

She's-- [Whatever Sanji plans to say is soon drowned out from the dull roar not far from where they are, straight in the cornfield, and right overhead a mass of ugly storm clouds (that hadn't been there before) hover.]

She's... over there. [Shit, she got started without them. That is not a good sign.

And he takes off immediately, trusting Noel to follow.]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes are wide with fear, and she's afraid that if they wait any longer, something seriously bad is going to happen.]

Nami! [Not even blinking, she quickly follows after Sanji and toward their destination.]