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

[pearheaded]

[From the ground:]

What next, Mr. Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III?

[One can imagine this whisper takes long enough that the Third Party has advanced quite a bit.]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh no, that joke takes waaaaaaaaaaay too long. Hooking a couple arms around your shoulders and dragging. You can either keep talking while he drags or get up under your own feet. Either way, this mortal wants to keep moving. No arrows in his head, thanks.]

Next we keep moving and close to the ground so they can't find us and make our way back to a group. [Vash keeps and eye on the sky and strains his ears to listen for the movements of those who entered the cornfield after them. He thinks he can keep away from them, but those flying ones are going to be a liiiiiiittle tricky.]

[pearheaded]

[Joke? What joke?

Oh, right, he hurries and forces himself to his feet, crouching with Vash and keeping an eye out for anything from above; absently wipes his brow of sweat.]

... Maybe they decided we weren't worth the ruckus.

[goldenglasses]

Haha, yeah I - [Oh hi, Mr. Third Party member flying above them. Shooting him out of the sky now.

...of course that just brings out shouts from the others as they attempt to home in on where that shot came from.]

- doubt that. Maybe we should run. [And taking off if you're running of not. He's hoping you're running because he'd hate to come back for you! Weaving in and out of the corn stalks as he goes.]

[pearheaded]

[ALREADY SPRINTING, OKAY.]

Man, I just have the worst luck always! Did you know before you ran into me, one of them tossed me from at least a good 15 stories in the air? It really sucked!

[goldenglasses]

[Sprinting next to you while having a casual conversation.] Oh, really? Now that's not nice!

[pearheaded]

[oh wow, we're sprinting buddies |D]

Yeah! These guys don't have any manners! Like at all! What did their mamas and papas even teach them growing up? I would think 'don't shoot an innocent guy with arrows' would be at the tip top of the list!!

[goldenglasses]

Maybe you should stay behind and teach them some manners!

1/2

[pearheaded]

...

[pearheaded]

All right! I'll do my best!

[BRB going to stay behind and teach them some manners.]

[goldenglasses]

[OH SHIT! Grabbing your shirt and YANKING on it so you keep running!] I WAS KIDDING!

[pearheaded]

[HNFGFK RUNNING BACKWARDS.

... Wow, he's pretty good at it.]

This is no time for kidding, Mr. Broomtop!!

[goldenglasses]

I just saved you getting your head chopped off by those guys! I don't want to do it again!

[pearheaded]

It's okay, I can run without a head! I just won't know where I'm running is all!

[goldenglasses]

THAT'S NOT THE POINT!

[pearheaded]

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THOSE POINTS THEN?!

[YEAH THOSE SPEARS RAINING DOWN ON US]

[goldenglasses]

[Huh, spears. Fancy that. Don't mind Vash as he yanks you left and right as he starts to dodge those silly spears.

And takes careful aim towards the sky.] Oh man, why won't they just give UP already!

[pearheaded]

[Woooo noodle arms are floppin all over the place, baby!]

Maybe they're upset about you shooting their friends!?

[goldenglasses]

They started it! DUCK! [Tackling you to the ground. You can take it, right?]

[pearheaded]

DOES THAT EVER MATT--OOPH!!

[HNRK, MY BACK.]


Can't you be a little more gentle?!

[goldenglasses]

Well, which hurts more? Being thrown to the ground or getting a spear stuck in your head and having to be ripped out?

[Taking aim and shooting one out of the sky before hauling you to your feet. Sorry! No time to waste with being TOO gentle!]

[pearheaded]

Well, that depends! It's a little more painful when you're not able to catch yourself, ahaha...ha...

[And he spits a tooth, to finish that.]

[goldenglasses]

[Gee, way to make a guy feel guilty.] Opps... will that grow back?

[pearheaded]

Oh, totally, no worries there. All my bones grow in, teeth included. My hair does, too! Pretty nifty, huh?

... Are there still more of those angel-ly guys?

[goldenglasses]

I don't see any in the air. I think we took care of them all... but let's not chance it and sneak out of here quietly.