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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[herotypical]

You should take a seat. [ she gives her upper-arm a few exploratory squeezes; she bits back on the wincing. ] That leg.

[ none of this at all equates to showing him anything. ]

[all7seas]

It's broken? [Anger. Worry. Check. Jack's hand hovers an inch or two away from the arm, not touching.]

[herotypical]

[ she turns towards him. to do anything else would just be admitting to how shaken she is. ] It'll heal.

[ there's a tree not too far off. she could head for it and just sit down herself. would he follow, she wonders. ] It's not the first bone I've broken.

[all7seas]

[He sways slightly, then goes about wiping his blade on the coat of the fallen Elite.] Need to get you to a healer. Mistress Raine, or our Bones.

[herotypical]

[ she shakes her head. ] No, it really won't take lo-- [ she stops dead, mid-sentence, and looks at how jack is swaying.

fine. seeing a healer means he at least has to get to one, too. so she shuts up and begins to nod instead. ]

[all7seas]

Right. Knew you'd see it my way, Annie. Let's get someplace...else. [Other than here. Other than slippery grass with crows circling overhead and broken feathers scattered. It's too close to the visions he had of her meeting the General.

His voice might still have been very hoarse and gruff, but that was simply due to his windpipe being nearly crushed by the elite and to the aftershock of fear at seeing her in his grasp, being hurt that way.]

Might be something I can do for you.

[herotypical]

[ the arm would never have broken had she been at the top of her game; additionally, a simple dislocation she could have solved by having jack hold onto her arm while she popped it back into place. this definitely is a break, though. at least the pain is now manageable.

she begins to walk. ] ...Something? [ wary. ] Something like what?

[all7seas]

Raine gave me some things, before we left. [Haltingly, he starts behind her. Slow going.]

[herotypical]

[ she wrinkles her nose. potions and gels and powders -- she hardly likes them, especially when they're not being offered by willow or giles. her suspicion of magical things is laughable, really.

still...raine. ] Okay. You'll have something, too?

[all7seas]

[His flask of rum is still intact, so...] Aye. I'll have somethin' too.

[herotypical]

Let's get somewhere yo--we can sit, first.

[all7seas]

Aye; just no tractors.

[The pirate had received some nice slashes from the Elite, but they were nothing compared to the damage done to the knee. The joint was beginning to swell and stiffen, bringing a little slice of agony whenever he put a bit of weight on the leg. And to think, his luck had been so good on the battlefield up til now.]

[herotypical]

Come here. [ she offers him an arm (her good one) in hopes of playing buffy the human crutch. ] Walking on it's gonna make it worse.

[all7seas]

No, no--[he waves her away, almost irritably. Afraid to touch her.] Fine. You're all broken, Annie; mind your arm.

[herotypical]

[ she offers him an impatient look. ] One arm doesn't mean I'm all broken.

[ but she backs off. suit yourself. ]

[all7seas]

[I WILL thank you very much.]

[herotypical]

[ there are other things she wants to say. kinder things. they're harder to bring to the surface and so she settles for matching his pace rather than setting it.

there's a stand of trees up ahead and this portion of the field really is relatively unpopulated. perhaps they could sit, there. ]

[all7seas]

[Jack is not thinking about Buffy, surprisingly. Jack is thinking "One foot in front of the other and then rum. And then rum, then rum. Trees. And then rum. And sitting. And rum." That is what he is thinking. Just that. Everything else is too much.]

[herotypical]

[ it isn't long before they get there, although it probably feels like forever. buffy plants her scythe blade-down in the ground. ]

[all7seas]

[Jack flops. Removes his hat. Leans his head back against a tree, teeth gritted and eyes closed. Just for a minute.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy kneels, holding onto her broken arm like some fragile package. ]

[all7seas]

[Right. Enough lolling, Sparrow.

Jack rouses himself and reaches into an inner pocket of his coat. The locket is there, just over his heart, and with it a small packet of healing herbs ground into a powder: for pain, and quicker mending.]

Do you have water, An---Come here. By me, if you please.

[herotypical]

[ she walks forward on her knees until she is at least within reach. ]

No water. [ it isn't the kind of thing she things to take along. hell, she has no supplies on her beyond those weapons and now she's only down to the scythe. ] But there's gotta be some findable water around here...

[all7seas]

Nevermind that. [Sparrow reaches into another pocket and pulls out his flask. It is full, luckily, but he wants her to have Raine's medicine. This is his. He hands her the packet of powder.]

Put that in your mouth, savvy? Then have a swallow of this.

[herotypical]

[ she licks her lips, considering the powder. she knows the arm will heal up in time. ] Is this all you have?

[ because she is not going to take all jack has just to humour him. ]