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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[deathsdoctor]

... [Taking a cursory look of that wound. Which got dirty in the fighting, treatment or not. ... are those ripped stitches?

...ffff... of course. Silly him. Of course they're ripped. Being Captain AND doctor of a pirate crew has taught him a few simple things about fighters and medical treatment.

You have about ten minutes top before you have to redo everything again. Because, face it, there is no such thing as taking it easy for those of the shounen persuasion.

(... nevermind he's just as bad when it counts. ...ssshhhh...)

At least you're being co-operative though. That wins you a few points in your favour.]

No, they're not, unfortunately. Especially with that wing clipped the way it is and sapping your strength along with the bloodloss. You're going to have to rest up a while before going back to the field.

[And with that, you are going to get an IV inserted in your arm and a bag of plasma hooked up to that line to help bring back up your total blood volume. Then once that's done with, he will be switching over to the packs of red blood cells to bring up your hemoglobin levels.

That and a hmmm as he catches sight of all the other wounds littering your body. He's going to have quite a bit of work once he finishes with that back laceration and redoes the treatment on the leg wound.]

How are things out there?

[goldenglasses]

[He'll rest up... for now. Because even he knows he'll be nothing but a handicap out there right now, but good luck keeping him there for more than MAYBE an hour.]

Could always be better, but I think we're doing alright. [But those poor Third Party members. :( So many dead.]

[deathsdoctor]

[... ohoho, already planning to rip open your stitches again, are we? And a clipped wing doesn't heal that fast. Going out too soon is practically courting death.

Right. Well, we'll see about that.]

Think?

[That is war, Mister Vash. You can't divorce death from it.

...

Moving onto that leg, after applying topicial antibotic cream and bandaging up that back wound.]

[goldenglasses]

[But people are dying out there! No telling how many he could have possibly help in the hour he plans on giving himself already!

Hm... maybe thirty minutes would be better...]

Well, it can get chaotic, so it's hard to keep an eye on everyone.

[That and he's smart enough to know most of the people from Luceti aren't going to be happy to hear that he counts the death of the Third Party members as tragic. So he'll give you that for an answer. Even if it's not true, he's done pretty good keeping an eyes of those near him. Their forces don't seem to be doing too badly yet.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Really?

... you will only have yourself to blame if you end up being stopped embarrassingly. Like being restrained by just his pinky. And if certain priests and chefs should come by and see this?

Well, too bad.]

It's unfortunately like that sometimes. [Concentrating on cleaning out that wound. You will also notice the bag of plasma has been emptied and switched for the first of a few bags of red cells. Glancing up.] We can only do the best we can. [Pause. ... slowly as he listens to your tone and inflection.] I realise it is none of my business, but is something troubling you?

[He feels no pity for them. They have sent a steady stream of wounded his way. At the same time, he feels no hate for them either. They have not wronged him, and this is not a just war or a right war - it is certainly not a war either of them should be involved in. But they are and it is a war.

If there ever is a time to grieve, it is after when the dust settles, not now. That is the proper time to mourn the dead. Now, Mister Vash, is a time for the living and to keep living.]

[goldenglasses]

[M-maybe you won't notice! A-and they're too busy to stop by!]

It's nothing, I just... don't like fighting.

[Vash watches the care he's given dully, he's been stitch up enough that some of it is just procedure now. Just once again where he's done something foolish.

And he knows not to mourn the dead in the heat of battle, but as soon as that is over, there is always time to mourn.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Just keep telling yourself that.]

There's no shame in that. [You've got little pebbles stuck in this wound, did you know that?] This is not a business to be liked.

[Don't mourn too much. They were as much authors in their ultimate fate as the ones who claimed their lives. Painting them as any sort of victim in this is as much insult to them as to the ones fighting against them.

And as warriors they at least deserve better consideration than that.]

[goldenglasses]

[This thread is going to get interesting after Vash rests for a bit isn't it?]

It really isn't. All this fighting and killing... and all for what?

[OW! He was saving that pebble for later!]