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

[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?

1/2

[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.

[winged_moon]

[Pretty he might accept. From some people, at least.

And here he'll just be giving Grell a distinctly unamused and not terribly pleased look. He has not a word to say to that.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[This icon. Forever.]

[winged_moon]

[No. Just... no.

Yue quite deliberately turns his back on Grell, curving a wing forward to hide himself from view.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[UFUFUFU

How cute. Yue is shy.]

Be seeing you, love. Do expect me to call again.

[And Grell will disappear back onto the battlefield as it's time to do some killing now that she's gotten her fill of lovebites for the day.]