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

[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.

[memoryboxes]

A daughter as well! You must be a proud mother, to have such strong children of your own. I suppose she's strong and proud as they are, right?

[biteoffherhead]

She is just as strong, but she is much more clever than her brothers. She will lead them when I die.

[memoryboxes]

[Gosh, that is so depressing. ;~;]

You mentioned the Forest Spirit, before.... Is that the god that controls your world, Moro-san?

[biteoffherhead]

He is the god of life and death.

[memoryboxes]

... It sounds like he must have a lot to handle, having such a job.

[biteoffherhead]

He is to be respected and feared.

[memoryboxes]

Life and death should be respected and feared no matter where one lives, I think...

[She'd only recently re-learned what death even is, and it's been terrifying her ever since in thought.]