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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[biteoffherhead]

If you are caught in the battle, I will have no choice but to arrive, won't I?

Their weapons are as thorns to my hide.

[memoryboxes]

I suppose that's true... I'll be grateful for any protection you offer, Moro-san.

But only thorns? You must be amazingly strong, to endure such a thing.

[She's aware that she's a God, but still--that sort of power really is amazing to her. I can see why Ginko-san respects you so.]

[biteoffherhead]

Spears, arrows, and swords do not cut deep enough into my body to stop me. Their bodies crumble under my weight and snap under my jaws. I will not rest until the battle has been won.

Fortunate that you are out of danger as of now. I may hear if you call for me, I may not.

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[memoryboxes]

[...




holy fuck, Ginko-san, what a violent god!! D8]

[memoryboxes]

[But she really does appreciate her offer for protection, whether it goes through or not.]

I admit, I've been a little too nervous to venture far from others...

[Considering what had happened to Nami-san...]

May I ask to walk beside you for a little while? To make sure no one is injured close here.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro chuckles, taking a few steps. Seems like yes, she's fine with doing it, even if her gaze turns to distant battles, ears constantly trained on the nearest ones.]

...I have never protected a human in battle.

[memoryboxes]

[She smiles up at Moro, walking beside her.]

I'd done it for the first time a day ago, so we can both be surprised at ourselves. I'm sure anyone at home who knows me would never have guessed me in such a situation.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is a right mess, since now she's close enough for you to discern the enemy's blood from hers, but she seems completely unphased, just as she stated.]

That does not surprise me. Humans are not naturally warring creatures. Violent and territorial, but warring is something they developed.

[memoryboxes]

Is that so...? How strange—at home, everyone seems so kind and generous...

[She lowers her gaze, first thinking about Mithos, and then clutching her injured arm at the thought of the last few days. Or rather, what little she remembers of them. The mushi had been doing a fine job eating away most of a day's 24 hours.]

Personally, I dislike fighting more than anything. I know it happens regardless, but it weighs on my conscience to see it like this...

[biteoffherhead]

Humans are peculiar. All wolves are meant for the glory of battle. All boars relentlessly destroy their enemies.

A human can either raise a weapon in defiance of greater beasts, or can cower like a grazing animal and be slaughtered as easily as a calf. The humans that dare raise their weapons against the gods... those are the ones I kill first.

[memoryboxes]

You've a great dislike of humans, Moro-san?

[She can understand that there's probably a good reason, though the people in her world seemed so much kinder than Moro seems to paint people...]

[biteoffherhead]

I am only here because I am very fond of Ginko. One could hardly call him human, after all.

[memoryboxes]

Yes... He is something special, isn't he? He's always so calm and understanding about most anything. And very patient.

[She has no qualms with admiring or speaking well of people around her.]

I would be far more lost if he hadn't helped me at home and here.

[biteoffherhead]

Agreed. Such a peculiar boy he is. Thinks not like a human, nor a god, nor a spirit, but as all. And as none.

He understands. In ways humans never can.

[Moro exhales, head turning to the sounds of a battle, but not stopping in the slightest. Ginko you really are a lucky man, to have earned such lavish praise from Moro.]

[memoryboxes]

[She's glad to hear that, from a god who seems to find humans awful. Ginko does seem like the sort of person to bypass someone's dislike of humanity. There's a pause as a breath of wind whips up grassy dust, and she frowns at the surroundings.

Mostly dead Third Party members, now. She can barely stand the sight, but she tries to mask her pity and fear.]

... The numbers on the other side seem to be thinning out quite a bit.

[Though, that's not stopping whatever's left to take to the skies for something else to kill. She keeps herself close to Moro, in case they try to take on a large wolf with blood covering her. Seems like a poor choice, but they never seem to hesitate, regardless. It frustrates her.]

[biteoffherhead]

[You get one of Moro's very eerie laughs.]

Ah hah hah hah hah! They're pathetic. No stronger than a human, no more clever than a beast.

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[memoryboxes]

[K-keywords apply.

... ;~; god, that laugh.]

[memoryboxes]

[Well, no sense judging anyone for their laugh. Aha...]

But still capable of killing... I hope everyone else is doing alright against them. I've heard there are some that can weaken everyone's powers.

[biteoffherhead]

[It is the creepiest laugh and someday I will make a gif icon of it]

Hah hah. I only noticed those fighting in the battle falling behind, complaining of a loss of their strength.

I experienced no such thing. I tore through every enemy with ease.

[memoryboxes]

They must not be able to take away your natural strengths... A lot of people I've met at Luceti don't seem to be like the humans in my world. We're not capable of much, without a weapon...

[But then people like Sanji-san or Jack come along.]

It's all so new to me, that people are capable of such things.

[biteoffherhead]

Humans are clever creatures, more than powerful ones.

[memoryboxes]

Oh, I'm afraid I'm not much of either. A battlefield doesn't suit me all too well, and I'd much rather be at home with my son. I worry about him sometimes, even though so many people have told me time stands still for me at home...

[biteoffherhead]

I had already been granted death in my world before being cruelly dragged back here. ...I do not doubt that my two sons are holding strong without me, if the Forest Spirit has spared their lives.

[memoryboxes]

[She features soften at the news, and there's a pause.]

... What are your sons like?

[biteoffherhead]

They are strong and proud wolves. Frightfully small, I'm afraid, but they are clever and swift. My daughter would ride on their backs into battle.