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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[unseenspy.livejournal.com]

[Now it shows young Jay staggering down a road, severely injured, before he collapses completely. Three brown otter-like creatures quickly rush over to him. Then it cuts to shorter scenes of the boy living together with the otters, growing physically, and gradually growing more cheerful. Cut once again to the recent past, where the old man returns, and Jay is once again cringing on the ground in pain.]

"The Oresoren, was it? What a charming and friendly bunch. I wonder what color their blood is. I wonder what it sounds like when they cry out in pain."

"Stop! Leave the Oresoren alone!"

"I'm getting excited just thinking about it. Little otters running in panic, screaming and crying, begging for their lives as they die. I'm sure it'll be a marvelous sight! Ah hah hah hah hah hah!"

[On the ground, Jay's face flickers in agony, his fingers twitching. The discomfort of seeing those unpleasant memories flashing before him is quite clear.]

[erythrophilia.livejournal.com]

[So that's it, is it? Raised by a man who didn't care for him, taken in by otters of all things, then becoming the reason why so many of them died? Grell is ever so tempted to plunge the deathscythe into Jay's chest and finish him off then and there, but the agony in the boy's face stays her hand.

It's worse to live with these memories fresh than to feel the sweet embrace of oblivion and death.

Instead, she leans down close to his ear and whispers:]

I have my eye on you, Jayjay.

[Then she stands, swings the chainsaw up onto one shoulder and walks away.]