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

[herotypical]

I didn't realize we were keeping score.

[ a wry, elated smile accompanies her barb. ]

[originaljackass]

Gotta keep things exciting out here somehow.

[Filching a cigarette out now, seeing as there isn't anyone out to kill them just yet.]

[herotypical]

Because all the blood and gore and guts isn't exciting enough.

[ she wipes her scythe blade off on her jeans. ]

[originaljackass]

So how high are you up to?

[herotypical]

This day or this hour?

[ a wry smile -- implying she is counting, after all. ]

[originaljackass]

Hour. I'd never be able to keep count otherwise.

[herotypical]

I'm not about to spill my number to you, anyway. That's personal.

[ metaphors forever. ]

[originaljackass]

[He goes quiet... and then a frown.]

We've got company. [He holds up the P90 and points in the air and fires... just a click.] Jammed.

[There's a Shifter incoming. He pulls out the edge of his saber and cuts part of his hand on it. Seconds pass and... it doesn't close up.]

Fuck. Must be traveling in a pair.

[herotypical]

...Damn it. [ she can feel her scythe get just that little bit heavier in her hands -- so she plants it and flips forward the crossbow slung over her shoulder.

popping a bolt in; however, she will have to wait a little longer for them to get closer. further in range. a freaking game of chicken. ]