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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[all7seas]

[Wordlessly he hands her the flask. Just take it.

Really, his motives are practical, in a way; of the two of them, she will be the most good should they be attacked again. She needs to be in top form.

Also there's the fact that he would do anything for her. Adoringly.]

[herotypical]

[ she has a bit of an internal struggle before cracking open the packet of herbs and tossing them onto her tongue. a grimace. that's foul but not quite as foul as what follows as she takes the flask from him and floods her taste-buds with what she knew wouldn't be water but still hadn't expected the strong taste. she never does.

buffy coughs and hands the flask back, pulling a face of considerable disgust. ] Ugh.

[all7seas]

[He takes it back with a half-smile and takes a much longer sip. It doesn't do much to dull the pain but it is comforting in other ways.]

Working yet?

[Impatient. Jack might look like he doesn't care that much but it's the only thing he wants to know, now.]

[herotypical]

Sure.

[ only magic works so fast and buffy can't differentiate between her own healing and whatever the powder does. it's easier to just say yes. she stands -- looking to break off a nicely sized branch. she strips it, jerry-rigging a splint. ] Your leg...where does it hurt? Is it broken?

[all7seas]

Dunno. It's my knee, when he...

My knee.

[He cannot bend the leg at all, now. More rum is in order.]

[herotypical]

[ a sympathetic sound. knees are not the kind of thing that even a slayer wants to have hurt.

buffy is carefully freeing her hurt arm from the jersey knit cardigan she has as a top-layer over a broad-strapped tank. she'll have to tear it up. ]

I'd be dead, Jack...[ if it wasn't for you and your knee. she frowns; would it be crass to ask whether that pesky life debt is settled? ]

[all7seas]

Buffy? Hush.

[herotypical]

No. I won't hush.

[ she plants the cardigan on the ground with one foot and tears one strip free, then a second. ] That Shifter was coming here. I would've been easy pickings, alone.

[ it's not easy to say and it shows in how hesitant she sounds. ] Credit where credit is due.

[all7seas]

[He takes a deep breath; releases it. Loses his debt.] It's fulfilled, then. Done.

Might be the first debt I've paid off in years. Oooooooor since Jones...

[herotypical]

You're off the hook. Hookless. Which is...kind of funny if you're me and from a time when making hook puns about a pirate might actually be the highlight of one's day.

[ she goes to work at at splinting her arm. once this is done she can focus on getting jack back to medical help. ]

[all7seas]

[Have a snort, Buffy. You can't possibly do that yourself, you know. Not properly.] Come here.

[herotypical]

[ she doesn't like help, jack. :< ]

Can I see your First Aid card, please? [ huff. but she crawls next to him and surrenders the fail-splint into his care. ]

[all7seas]

[He clucks his tongue, mock concern covering up the real concern.]

Not in the habit of showing my cards, am I.

[With firm but gentle fingers, Jack pulls the red sash from around his waist and adds it as extra padding between her skin and the sticks she has chosen. He uses the strips she has torn up to begin to tie the contraption into place.]

[herotypical]

[ a sudden, sharp sniff (on the edge of a wince, really) is the only indication that the arm does hurt. her toes dig into the ground and she grits her teeth and it still hurts less than that time a vampire got her with her own stake. ]

That's just a cutesy way of saying you've got no formal emergency training at all and I'm going to end up with my arm setting backwards and everyone will call me backwards arm Buffy until I get it fixed. Maybe even they'll keep calling me it after, too -- ironically.

[all7seas]

[I'm sorry.]

Backwards Arm Buffy? Now that WOULD be a good pirating name, wouldn't it. Far more pirate-y than Annie.

[herotypical]

[ it's cool -- you can tell it's cool because of all the scintillating conversation. hah. ]

I don't know. I prefer Annie. Less broken-arm-grossness involved. [ she finally settles on the ground next to him. less likely to bolt. ] I've grown attached.

[all7seas]

[Jack could worry about details later, like how he is to get out of this place with his painful but not-life-threatening injury and about what is left to bind Buffy to him now that the debt has been fulfilled.

Right now, though, he shrugs out of his coat and lays it around her shoulders.] As have I, Annie.

[herotypical]

[ she accepts the coat, although she isn't cold in this strangely summer-filled farm. she would be enjoying it if not for the carnage.

what a sad pair they probably make. splattered and broken, unable to cut past the surface and talk honestly about all the things they could be talking about. ]

[all7seas]

[It's about more than warmth, this coat.

Jack turns back to his flask, which is about more than rum.]

[herotypical]

...How's your neck?

[all7seas]

Hurts.

[herotypical]

Stupid question, I guess. [ though she doesn't really sound regretful about asking. ] Of course it hurts. I...you don't have to talk. We can not talk. It probably hurts to talk, too.

[all7seas]

Obliged. [He sets the flask down beside him, hands shaking slightly, and for the first time touches the knee, trying to suss out the damage.]

[herotypical]

[ she watches his sussing. ] Or you could not talk and I could still talk. Because there's nothing wrong with my talking and...[ and maybe she can distract him. ]

Like I could talk about...something. [ something not horrible. it's a tall order. ] Oh! Shoes. I could talk about shoes.

/ignore the monkey. you see no monkey.

[all7seas]

Annie---[Jack sucked in a breath and let it out slowly through his teeth. Through a smile.] I could listen to your talk for many long hours, love; but...you should go.