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

[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-

[goldenglasses]

YOU WHAT?!

1/2

[pearheaded]

My head. Chopped off.

[pearheaded]

It grows back.

[goldenglasses]

That doesn't sound pretty. [But moving for that arrow.]

You're SURE about this? [Last time he'll ask he swears. He just can't help himself.]

[pearheaded]

Are you gonna wait another 150 years to do this?


'Cause I can go fetch me a magazine to read if I have to sit here.

[JUST DO IT, YOU PANSY.]

[goldenglasses]

Give me a break! I've never pulled an arrow out of an imor-ANYONE's head before, alright?!

[Grabbing hold of the shaft with one hand and bracing your head with the other.] Okay, on three. [If not for your sake, then his own.] One, two, THREE! [And Vash yanks at it with all his might.]

[pearheaded]

[You're lucky the arrowhead popped out as well, Mr. Vash, or you'd probably panic a hell of a lot more. But the whole thing yoinks right out in his hand, leaving a few gorey blood spurts while the wound visually begins to repair itself.]

Ah, much better! You're a cool guy, guy.

[goldenglasses]

[Sorry... mesmerized by your head.]

[pearheaded]

[Aaand tad-dah! Just a little blood left to show he'd even gotten hurt!]

You okay there, Mr. Broomtop?

1/2

[goldenglasses]

Yeah... I'm okay, man that really does heal up fa-

2/2

[goldenglasses]

...my name is not Mr. Broomtop.

[pearheaded]

Oh.

Then what's your name?

[goldenglasses]

It's Mel.

[pearheaded]

Right.

It's nice to meet you, Mr. Mel Broomtop!!

[HANDSHAKE! 8D]

I'm Ian Algaehead!

[goldenglasses]

[NO HANDSHAKE! Fine... handshake.]

No. It's Mel, just Mel. Mr. Algaehead.

[pearheaded]

[BTW sorry about my noodle-armed shake, bro. But it's good to be polite.]

But you look like a Mr. Broomtop.

What's your last name?