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

[goldenglasses]

Covered! [Vash has his gun raised and starts firing. Taking out their thrown weaponry and then their wings in a nearly robotic fashion.]

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood squeezes off one last round, hitting a stray blade that had fallen from one of their hands, and then it seems fairly quiet, save for the muffled noises of injured Third Party members.]

About time.

[He wipes his forehead with the back of his wrist, looking pretty chill about all of this.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs.] Glad that's over with.

[notabluesbro]

Surprisingly, they're pretty easy when you consider we normally deal with bullets. [like, walking casually passed them, and stuff.]

[goldenglasses]

Haha. Yeah, arrows are much easier to dodge than bullets. [Kneeling down to double check this Third Parties's injuries. Nope, it shouldn't be life threatening, just looks bad.]

[notabluesbro]

[Taaaking out a cigarette for smoking. You know the drill.]

And they take longer to fire. Bless the small favors, I guess.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah, I gues-WH-HAAA! [Whoops, one of those Third Party Members apparently isn't as out as Vash thought he was. Probably one Vash shot at, the softy. As he's suddenly sitting up and trying to cut his middle open.

Of course, it's nothing a quick dodge and a hard punch to the face doesn't fix.]

They're persistent!

[notabluesbro]

Gee, you think?

[Wolfwood flips one of them over with his foot at the sign of him moving a little.]

Geez, blade wounds are sloppy as hell, too.

[He should know, he's got a little knick across the arm that feels like world war III. Blades may be harder to kill with than a gun, but when they cut, it's not just a simple little hole. It's.... unpleasant amounts of blood. :/]

[goldenglasses]

[Hey! Those exit wounds suck!

But Vash spies that blood. Vash is not happy to be spying that blood!]

Hey, are you alright?

[ARE YOU GOING TO DIE AGAIN!? It's okay if you're bleeding to death, because this time there's no donut shop to distract me from the obvious trail of blood.]

[notabluesbro]

[... what a good friend you are. B|

He rolls his shoulders back, one hand on the other arm.]

Just took a little pinch out of the arm; they're a lot more persistent than the boys back home, after being injured.

[He's already tying it up with a sliver of white bandage, right over the black jacket. Hey, he said it would be a good thing to carry stuff like this, a few threads back!]

I think this area's going to be a little quiet now, though. Makes for a great time to rest and actually get the ringing out of your ears.

[goldenglasses]

And that looked at. Even if it's not bad it should probably be cleaned.

[Kinda like that cut on his leg he's been ignoring. But SHHH! He doesn't WANT to go to the medical tent!]

[notabluesbro]

[Eeeeeyeballing you.]

Or maybe I'll just let my arm fall off.

[Like you're trying with your leg.]

[goldenglasses]

[Hey! His cut isn't nearly as bad as your arm! It won't even need stitches! Yet... of course the way he keeps jumping around probably isn't good for it.

BESIDES! What cut on his leg?! HE HAS NO CUT!]

Oh, I can't wait to tell Meryl that. It's not MY fault he lost an arm Meryl! He was too scared of the doctors to have it looked at!

[notabluesbro]

Oh, and I'm the only one who avoids doctors like they're the plague?

[goldenglasses]

Hey! I go to do the doctors when [I'm dying] I have to!

[notabluesbro]

Oh, okay. I'll just go to the doctor.



When I have to.

[goldenglasses]

You're BLEEDING! Can you even LIFT that thing right now!? [Motioning to the Punisher.] I think you have to!

1/2

[notabluesbro]

...

[He tries lifting said Punisher with his bleeding arm, and deadpans when the bandage spluts red.

... huh.]

[notabluesbro]

Well, how about YOU try jumping on that leg of yours!

[YEAH SEE, NOW WE'RE EVEN.]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

Alright! I will! [Jumps!]

[goldenglasses]

[Hops on his one GOOD legs, seeing as you didn't say which!]

[notabluesbro]

[... Do you really think I'm that stupid. B|]

Now the other one.

[goldenglasses]

I jumped. That's all that matters!

[notabluesbro]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh fine, he jumps...]