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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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[That's... unexpected. And not reassuring. And once Sanji jogs near for a closer look at his fallen comrade -- Sanji's blood runs cold. What? Is that--]

Yukito! [Why the shitty hell is his worker here? He runs the rest of the way - so sluggish, all of the sudden, and that's another round of warning bells to add to his inner chorus of anxiety - and drops by the other's side, hoping viciously he didn't land on his head.

Not the smartest of moves on Sanji's part, turning his back. They took out the majority of the fighters, but three besides the main Shifter still live. And they aren't polite enough to wait, already heading closer for the final attack]

I'm all right...

[He's fairly certain. It's always jarring to wake up somewhere he hadn't been, but this time in particular it was even more so, and... well, a bit painful besides. But he's conscious, he can move, and he's aware of where he should be even if he hadn't expected to actually see it. As he cautiously pushes to his feet, taking stock of what hurts where and how much, his hands brush a bow and arrows that apparently fell with him (unharmed, thankfully) and he blinks -- was that what Yue had meant, when he'd said he'd "taken care" of things?

There isn't time to stop and think about it, though. He can see the strange winged fighters approaching, and they aren't going to leave him time to wonder if he can actually use the bow against anything other than a practice target.]

Sanji-san, they're coming.

[And with that urgent warning habit takes over: without conscious thought he strings the bow, draws out an arrow with quick, practiced movements, his attention fixed on those approaching. Questions can (and likely will) come later, once they're out of danger.]

[Sanji stands with him, and pulls back the string of questions coating his tongue - Yukito's got the right idea here, and he knows it. Talking will come later. With that decided, Sanji faces the approaching fighters and returns to all-business]

If you can, take out the Shifter first - the one with the glowing eyes. [Because Sanji can acutely sense it already - something significant is... missing, making him uncomfortable in his skin. Heavier; like his footing might not be true, and his kick might not get the job done right. He's unsure of how much of his strength's been stolen, and much as he doesn't want to find out the hard way, he can't expect Yukito to do all the hard work himself.

He picks a target - the closest to them, though unfortunately not the glowing-eyed bastard - and lunges. Shit, so much slower than he's used to, but he gains ground and engages the enemy in a clash of swords and feet.]

[The Shifter -- right. That had to be the reason Yue had been forced back like that, so if the Shifter were eliminated then he could return; of the two of them the guardian would be far more useful on the battlefield, and less of a liability for the others. Athletic Yukito might be, but not a fighter.

And yet here he is, nodding in response to Sanji's suggestion before the man charges off to attack, nocking an arrow to string as though it's one of hundreds of practice sessions and not the middle of a battlefield. As he sets his stance, though, pain flares in one leg even past the adrenalin and his face goes pale; he clenches his jaw and keeps going, drawing back the string and focusing on the shot.

This isn't like practice. The winged man in his sight is anything but a target of neat rings. And yet he still focuses, concentrating on form and breath, and releases the arrow. Two more follow in quick succession, the second striking within a handspan of the first and the third finding its home in one glowing eye.]

[Seasoned fighters their opponents might be, but their bodies are much like any humans. And an arrow will strike with the same deadliness if given the right accuracy.

Sanji's strength comes back like a punch in the face, riding on the tailcoats of the Shifter's death, and with it dies the more even match-up of himself and his opponent. The Third Party member streaks through the air from the force of his kick, to land somewhere unknown - but more importantly, not getting back up. Which leaves just the last two to deal with.

They split, each heading for a target, with the manic drive of those rushing for what they know will be their deaths]

[It's something Yukito has never seen or done before, but Ceodore had been right: it's surprising what you learn you're capable of doing under unexpected circumstances. Still, he stands frozen for a moment as the Shifter falls, vaguely thinking that he should be certain to retrieve the arrows, since he only has so many and those were nice arrows. And while he stands there's another Third Party member heading his direction and he should really do something about that, but before he can Yue moves forward again with an oddly gentle and apologetic air.

Wings lift from Yukito's back, enveloping him for a moment as light flares and the Third Party fighter continues his inexorable charge, then Yue emerges from the feathered cocoon just in time to meet his enemy's attack. He sideslips easily, dodging the sword blow and countering with a fist enveloped in blue light, striking his opponent and sending him flying back. Yue summons his own bow to finish the Third Party member off with a pair of arrows, but doesn't dismiss the weapon just yet -- he drifts up slightly, surveying the battlefield to see if Sanji needs assistance (which seems unlikely) or any other Third Party members are approaching.]

[By the time Yue's back in the air, Sanji's already walking away from his last victim crumbled on the ground without a backward glance; there's no need. But his stare drifts up when he surveys the area and finds Yukito nowhere to be found. With the Shifter permanently out of commission, that means--

Ah, just like he expected. The sight of Yue hovering is much less striking the second time around, though in his mind the chef struggles to connect this image with that of his employee from a minute before. And all those questions from the start of battle? Well, they're burning a hole on his tongue now. Who is this? What are you? Some being of magic, if the Shifter was any hint. Is he dealing with two separate minds, or one split in half? Hell, maybe just one alone, and the form changes to suit his needs.

Sanji's exprsesion settles on slight displeasure the more he thinks, and he approaches; someone might be put out that he didn't know in the first place]

So. What do I call you?

[The immediate area seems clear enough for now, so Yue allows the bow to vanish and drifts back toward the ground again. It would be far easier to simply leave on some pretext and avoid the inevitable conversation for the time being, but that would be unfair to Yukito -- and he still needs to retrieve the bow and arrows he'd dropped in case they're needed again. And so he comes down not quite to a landing, stopping a few inches from the ground, arms folding across his chest as he notices Sanji's expression.]

Yue.

[He hesitates, wings shifting with a soft rustle of feathers, before adding:]

There was no reason for you to know before. It is... easier, for Yukito, when people believe he is human.

[Sanji's first temptation is to point out where everyone's currently living, unless this pair haven't yet noticed the freak show Luceti is. He lives with a talking skeleton and one of his closest friends is a Plant, and that's not the craziest shit to happen, either. Guys with huge wings don't stick out much.

But that's far from fair. Being forced into a different location does little to alter a person's natural wariness, and it stands to reason Yukito's considered unique from his original home.

... That said, his exasperation doesn't exactly retreat]

Jeez. You think you know a guy. [He wants a cigarette, so into his pocket he digs, until he's got a cancer stick happily situated between his lips] But whatever. So long as it doesn't make you late for work, I don't care.

I do not interfere with his life unless absolutely necessary.

[Even if the line between their separate lives is blurred somewhat since coming here, it still exists and Yue still respects that. Though Yukito is entirely aware of the guardian's existence and what it means, he still likes to live as though he were more or less normal, especially when it comes to those he doesn't know well.

Yue regards Sanji for a moment longer with his expression still neutral, then reaches out a hand, wrapping a wisp of air around the bow and arrows to lift them into reach; it's easier and far more dignified than bending over to reach them, not to mention he doesn't want to land and see how much of Yukito's injuries transferred over to him. ~~Also he isn't above showing off.~~]

And he enjoys working at that place. For you.

[Heh. Showoff. But Sanji can't fault a guy for liking a little flair, even if the chef still raises a brow. He considers each phrase in turn - maybe even surprised by that last one, which might briefly show on his expression. Though whatever his thoughts might be on the matter, he keeps to them himself, and inclines his gaze away like he's suddenly lost in his head.

... But not before abruptly pointing his cigarette in Yue's direction]

Hn. Make sure to take care of whatever wound you two got after hitting the ground. [He can't help but make the assumption; Yukito make have a true knack for archery, but he looks like a strong wind could blow him over.]

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[Yue's lips press into a thin line, but he doesn't actually say anything; he's perfectly capable of taking care of himself, and that includes Yukito, but out of respect for his other half he won't deliberately antagonize the man. Instead he simply inclines his head slightly in acknowledgment and allows himself to drift a little higher.]

I thank you for your assistance. I will continue on scouting duty, should you require anything.

I'll keep it in mind. [As well as make a permanent note to double-check anyone he kicks. It wouldn't do him much good to accidentally attack someone on his side (though Yue could probably shoot him in the face before it happened)]

Keep safe. [Or should he say "until later?" - it's hard to judge how much of Yue he'll be seeing, or even how much of a separate entity he should consider him from Yukito. If he knew the other beyond a professional setting, he'd almost say this slightly complicated matters...

All more shit to think about, he guesses, and offers Yue a backwards handwave before shoving his hands into his pockets and going on his way]

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