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

[pearheaded]

[blink, blink]

Uhhh... something... like that, yeah.

I don't fight, anyway. Unless you count screaming and latching onto their backs in terror.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Just a sec, coughing. ]

In that case, I recommend finding anything you can hide behind while I handle things here. [ Because it looks like your arms aren't uh. Helping you out much. ]

[pearheaded]

[He shakes his head.]

Don't worry about me! I happen to be really good at dealing with battle stuff—

[Oh boy. More angels from more places, and Ian wishes he had the ability to pull out his hair in annoyance. He just forces himself between Hughes and the angels, frowning.]

I can't die, anyway—so if you need a meat-shield, go right ahead, mister! [he is so so used to being one at this point in his life]

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ ...

...

...ffff. Don't mind him, he's just gonna start shooting a few of them there angels approaching from skyward areas. ]

I'm afraid I don't operate with meat-shields.

[pearheaded]

[blink, blink]

You're too nice, mister. Just don't go running yourself hurt, y'know. If you get hurt, tell me; I've got medicine in my bag that'll cure just about any wound, as long as you're still alive.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

...that's certainly handy information to have. [ WHY DID YOU NOT SAY THAT MUCH EARLIER. ]

1/2

[pearheaded]

[Aha, that's kinda' funny, because he can't use his hands right now.

He even sorta' laughs at the thought. Heh.]

[pearheaded]

[OH FFFF—

ANGELS WITH ARROWS. HIT THE DECK!]

Make a run for it, Mr. Glasses!!!

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ HOLY SHIT, ARROWS.

IT COOL IF HE DRAGS YOU ALONG ON HIS DODGING ADVENTURE? ]

[pearheaded]

[HNRK, BEING DRAGGED IS A REAL DRAG.

BADUM-TSCH!]

Whaddya' we dooooo?!

SHOULD I MEATSHIELD?!

[GODDAMNIT HUGHES, THAT'S ALL I KNOW]

let us pretend there is no babby in that icon.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

WILL YOU STOP OFFERING TO BE A MEATSHIELD? [ SHOOTING, SHOOTING, THROWING A FEW KNIVES OUT THAT WAY AND IT IS REALLY HARD TO RELOAD WHILE YOU RUN AND PANIC BUT BY GOD HE'S ON IT.

...so about four and a half of them down. :| ]

that baby could've won this war by herself, jsyk

[pearheaded]

[BUT WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?!

Also that's totally a pair of arrows in my shoulder. ;~;]

I HATE THIS JOB SO MUCH! I DEMAND RELOCATION! I WANT A UNION! I WANT A RAISE!

THIS IS TRUTH. ...WRONG ICON.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ WOUNDED MAN, ABORT MISSION. except shit we can't do that SO THAT MEANS IT'S TIME TO FIRE EVEN MORE OFTEN.

though really, two arrows to the shoulder makes Hughes's graze really get put into perspective. ]

You're not getting paid for this!

also that face is way too grumpy. :|a /fixes

[pearheaded]

[WHOA, BRO, LOOK OUT.

Ian throws an arm out--literally man, he flops dat shit--scowling, and let's an arrow pierce through his arm to avoid letting it hit his new war-bro (who probably would have been totally unscathed by it, but Ian's pointlessness knows no bounds). Said in a more serious tone:]

Isn't it always that way?

Head for that corn field over there! We can lose 'em in it, you think?!

that was the greatest of all tags.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Hmrr, corn field.

He'll take those odds. SHALL WE FLEE ONCE MORE, SCATHED BATTLE BUDDY? ]

It's worth a try, if nothing else!

Ian's a mighty warrior, you know.

[pearheaded]

[Hurry up, before more arrows need casual slapping.]

And if we get lost, you'll be able to eat corn and chew on stalk roots to stay alive!

[IT'S MOTHERFUCKING PERFECT.

Also, running through this field now, kthanx. Watch out for those daggers and—geez, was that a spear? Goddamn.]

Quite the mighty warrior.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

If that's what it takes. [ EVEN IF HE HAS TO EAT WEEDS, OKAY.

WE GOT THIS, ARMLESS BOY. ]

he gets all the ladies, too

[pearheaded]

[WOOHOO—

SHIT, ARROWS RAINING, WHYYYYY

He nudges Hughes forward if he isn't already moving through there, to get further and further away. Thank god we're near corn fields, lately. They've been real life-savers.]

Can you shoot any of 'em down??

ain't that the truth.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Glancing between the sky and the ground, here. ] That's a very good question.

I think I'll be able to manage a few. [ In fact, gonna put one down right now. ]

[pearheaded]

[With or without noodle arms, Ian's pretty useless. So he just sits and watches with a grimace; not a fan of watching death in action.]

How bad's your injury?

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Death in action is a running standard. And you ask a marvelous question. ]

I'd call it a glorified scratch. [ ...guarantee he's had worse? ]

[pearheaded]

[nudging his shoulder at you, mister]

Take one of the bottles out of the front pocket of the bag. The drinkable one.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Fishing around, fishing.... hm, possibly this one? Holding it up wordlessly for verification. ]

[pearheaded]

[A nod.]

That's the one.

[It's already mixed with water, no hassle.]

Drink that, and you'll be all fixed up.

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ Eyeing it with some suspicion when he's not keeping an eye on the sky @_@. ]

Do I want to ask what's in it?