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!))

Comments

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] FOREVER!!!

[pearheaded]

Ooh! An apple tree!!

[WAIT NO, he must be serious.]

Maybe we should make a break for that barn over there.

[FAIL-PROOF.]

[First Day] [Anywhere] 1/3 <_< I think.

[goldenglasses]

[Ooh, an apple tree? Yeaaaaah, maybe sticking you in that barn won't be such a bad idea.]

Not a bad idea. Hold on. [Peering carefully around that tree trunk to see if they're still there. Oh, hi Mr. Arrow.] GAHHHHHHHHHH! [Ducking back behind cover just before it can hit.]

[First Day] [Anywhere] 2/4

[goldenglasses]

One second and then we'll run for it.

[First Day] [Anywhere] 3/4

[goldenglasses]

[Now that Vash got a lock on their position with that quick glance. Sticking his arm around that tree and firing a few shots off.]

[First Day] [Anywhere] 4/4

[goldenglasses]

Alright.

RUN FOR IT! [Vash leads by example and takes off at a run for the barn, granted not as fast as he could run, but he has no idea just how fast his new friend can go.]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] 1/3

[pearheaded]

[RUNNING LIKE A FUCKIN' STAR RUNNER, MR. STAMPEDE!!

Albeit with slappy dangly arms that annoy him.]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] 2/3

[pearheaded]

[He rolls into the barn, as a volley of arrows hit all across the wood. Safe! Except—]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] 3/3

[pearheaded]

...

[He makes a discomforted face.]

Oh no.

[First Day] [Anywhere] *Pictures Ian running like Woody*

[goldenglasses]

Oh no? [Vash doesn't like "oh noes!" Don't tell me we left someone behind!]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] YOU'RE AWFUL, but it's very true. B]

[pearheaded]

No, it's just—an arrow.

[He turns to fully face Vash, showing the arrow JUTTING OUT OF HIS SKULL. He frowns and sighs.]

I got hit with one.

[First Day] [Anywhere] 8DDD But I love how Woody runs! It makes me giggle!

[goldenglasses]

You-WHAT?!

[A-yup. That's an arrow in your head. Shit. Shit. Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit!Shit!SHIT! What the hell is he suppose to do about THAT!? What do we do!? WHAT DO WE DO!? We leave it in. Oh man, how far was the nearest doctor from here?!]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere] OF COURSE!! Ian the Cowboy Doll is great

[pearheaded]

OI, stop panicking! It's okay. But could you hurry up and get it out for me? It really hurts.

[First Day] [Anywhere] Winz

[goldenglasses]

Take it out!? No I will not take it out! We need to get a doctor first! I'm not experienced with THIS kind of injury!

AND DON'T TELL ME NOT TO PANIC! Shouldn't you be the one panicking?!

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere]

[pearheaded]

Look, this isn't the first time I've had this sort of thing! And I've been through way worse than a silly arrow, okay? I've had twenty at a time, even!

[I'M A SPECIALIST IN GETTING SHOT!]

[First Day] [Anywhere]

[goldenglasses]

...you've what?! [He's dreaming right? He must be dreaming. This just CAN'T be real. Okay. Ready to wake up now.]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere]

[pearheaded]

Come on, just a little tug! It ain't gonna get any better if it's still crammed into my brain, yanno. I might start slurring or something!

[First Day] [Anywhere]

[goldenglasses]

But what if you bleed out before we can find a doctor! We should leave it in until we find someone who knows what they're doing. [This just HAS to be a dream, you weird man.]

Re: [First Day] [Anywhere]

[pearheaded]

What? I've pulled a lot of things out of my head without bleeding out.

[thoughtfully]

I don't think I can.

[goldenglasses]

You don't... think you can? [Plz b explaining.]

[pearheaded]

Oh. I'm immortal!

[Explain'd!]

[goldenglasses]

You're immortal? Really? [Don't mind Vash. He's never seen an immortal in action.]

[pearheaded]

Well, yeah! Goin' on about 150 years!

[Not counting the initial wonder years of being a tree...]

And nothin's killed me yet!

[goldenglasses]

A 150, huh? [That no fair. Vash doubts he could live being shot in the head. He had to live his 130 the HARD way!

Eh, on second thought... he likes the idea of NOT being shot in the head too.] So, you've really done this before? [Because if you're lying and you get him to kill you, he'll kill you.]

[pearheaded]

[Nod, nod.]

Well, yeah! I've had my head cut clean off, before, and I was just fiiine in a few minutes.

[duuuh]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

Oh, well, if you'll be alright I guess I can pull it-