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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[winged_moon]

[Yue carefully resettles a feather that wasn't sitting quite right, attention apparently focused on his wings rather than Grell.]

I presume you're accustomed to battle, then.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I'm more of a casual observer of human behavior.

[winged_moon]

[...you seem anything but "casual" to him, Grell, but all right.]

Ah.

Then why such... enthusiasm?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[The death god smirks and lets out a low laugh.]

Nfu, perhaps I shouldn't have said 'casual.' I'm rather invested in their lives - or their deaths to be exact.

[winged_moon]

[That will draw at least some of Yue's attention away from his (literal) preening, as he casts a sidelong frown in Grell's direction.]

How so?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell gives Yue another once-over with his eyes and then smiles politely again.]

I suppose you can't sense it then. Such a shame.

[winged_moon]

[Oh, now you've gone and hurt his pride, and his frown deepens slightly. Whatever Grell is, it's nothing he's encountered before, and he isn't certain how to place it.]

And what am I meant to be sensing?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Grell twirls a strand of hair around one finger, smiling sweetly. Also, not quite answering that question.]

Oh, don't be upset, love. It's merely interesting to see who can and cannot sense these things. I misplaced you the first time we met, remember?

[winged_moon]

[Don't tell him what to do. It's his party and he'll lineface if he wants to.]

It is difficult to identify that which I have never before encountered.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[What a girl.]

Well... Then I suppose I should be polite, hm?

[With a flourish and a hand to the chest, have a brand new introduction.]

Grell Sutcliffe, Death God Dispatch Field Officer, London Branch.

[winged_moon]

[...a death god. Yue would say that's impossible, but he's already run into some other impossibilities in his time here, so perhaps it deserves consideration. Not that his facial expression changes as he does consider it, of course.]

I... see.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

And what are you then? Not an angel, but...?

[winged_moon]

[He doesn't need to answer. And thus he'll pause for several long moments to demonstrate that fact before finally answering only because he wants to.]

I am a guardian.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Grell is so calling Yue an angel forever now. Just to spite him.]

How descriptive.

[winged_moon]

[His wings flick slightly, as though in annoyance.]

It is what I am. I was created to protect.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

If you say so. What is it that you protect?

[winged_moon]

Something that isn't here.

[He turns to regard Grell with an expression that isn't quite a glare, but is certainly unfriendly and icy.]

What does it matter?

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

I wish to know more about you, Angel. There must be something hidden beneath that frozen exterior.

[winged_moon]

Perhaps there isn't. Perhaps it is none of your affair.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

I prefer a difficult hunt, love. You just make yourself all the more appealing.

[winged_moon]

[It's the casual address as "love" that ruffles Yue's feathers -- literally, as both sets of wings twitch at once, feathers fluffing slightly.]

I've told you I'm not interested.

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[ohoho, that is such a cute habit.]

And I've told you, I am.

[winged_moon]

[He is not cute. Ever.

Yue sighs and straightens, wings half-spreading as he looks up toward the sky.]

And how might I discourage you?

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[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[Fine. Pretty. Is that better?]

Mm..............

[Thinking. Thinking.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

Now why would I tell you that? It goes against my game plan.