you're in the jungle, baby / you gonna die

[lucetimods]

Who: All draftees
What: Fighting the Third Party... and perhaps the wildlife.
When: June 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. (Characters will be pulled out at 11:59 of the 6th.)
Where: An as-yet unmapped by the Malnosso tropical rainforest.
Summary: Here are your details. Try to stay alive, won't you?
Rating: Anywhere from PG to R.

No cut for you. Most of you will know how this works by now; if you don't, follow the lead of the others, or perhaps look to the last draft's fighting post for ideas. Don't forget to use your handy dandy character tags. Go forth and conquer thine enemies!

Comments

[herotypical]

[ for the first day -- now that she has figured out that she's having some, ah, problems -- buffy is sticking closer to camp than she had anticipated. ]

Define 'all right'? [ she asks not because she needs it defined but because she needs giles to know that it's her. ]

[consultmybooks]

[It's a war. Things are never "all right" - the question was asked for the sole purpose of getting whoever it was to identify themselves. Giles nods slightly when he identifies Buffy's voice.]

Any deaths yet?

And are you hurt?

[herotypical]

[ her voice is both strained and dismayed: ] Haven't even seen action yet, Giles.

[consultmybooks]

[He tilts his head slightly at the tone of her voice.]

...that's not encouraging, actually.

The animals have been a bit problematic so far, but I haven't seen any of the enemy soldiers yet.

[herotypical]

I'm shift incompatible. It hasn't worn off yet -- I don't think. Thus? I've been effectively grounded until I can go fifty feet without falling asleep.

[consultmybooks]

[Giles jerks a thumb back towards the camp.]

Go fifty feet that way, then.

[herotypical]

Says the guy who couldn't even tell it was me in front of him.

[ HYPOCRISY, GILES. she smells it. ]

[consultmybooks]

[...]

...I can hit a target and stay upright. Don't start, Buffy.

[herotypical]

I can do both of those two, you know. [ except for when she CAN'T. ] There's some essence, here. And time is of it.

[consultmybooks]

Not until this, this incompatibility...

[Giles stops, holds up a hand. His voice goes soft.]

...or perhaps it is.

[herotypical]

[ her eyes narrow -- just slightly. ]

I'm not too far from camp, Giles. But I can't just...stand around there, either.

[consultmybooks]

[He only raises his voice very slightly.]

You do tend to fidget, yes. Well, probably better me than McCoy.

[herotypical]

...What is that supposed to mean?

[consultmybooks]

He has a camp to set up, and I have more experience of you being fidgety.

[He pauses, before adding:]

...perfectly understandable fidgeting, you understand.

[herotypical]

...Fidget around him for too long and I risk getting tranq'd out.

[consultmybooks]

Which, given the choice, is an option I know you'd prefer to avoid.

[Movements decidedly casual, he begins prepping the crossbow to fire. Even dulled as she is, Buffy's Slayer senses might kick in at this point, that something is sneaking around.]

[herotypical]

[ ...huh.

she slowly pulls her scythe down from her shoulder. ]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles nods slightly, shifts his feet so he can glance over his shoulder, and in a blur has fired the crossbow down into the underbrush.

The Third Party foot soldier doesn't make the slightest sound of pain, even though Giles managed to get a solid shot into the shoulder. It does lunge from its hiding place, sword drawn, aiming for whoever is nearer.]

[herotypical]

[ buffy ducks under the sword blade, popping up beyond the soldier's guard to snap a hammer-fist against the enemy's face.

a quick shoulder check -- making sure she knows where giles is. ]

[consultmybooks]

[Giles is safe - a bit shaken, having stumbled quickly away when the soldier lunged. But he recovers quickly, stabbing out in an attempt to pierce between the ribs while their opponent is stunned by Buffy's blow.]

[herotypical]

[ their joint effort is rewarded by a muffled grunt on the part of the enemy. the soldier goes down -- but so does buffy.

sudden onset narcolepsy's a bitch. ]

[consultmybooks]

[Well, that was...not what he wanted to see. Not a bit.

Giles just barely manages to catch her before she face plants into the ground.]

Buffy!

[Right. He can smell blood, but...they just killed someone, of course there's blood. He'll just get her moved into the shadow of a large tree, somewhere she won't be too obvious a target if their attacker has friends.]

[herotypical]

[ luckily, she is clearly still breathing. deeply, at that. long and slow breaths. but she is otherwise a dead weight and is easily maneuvered to the tree base. ]

[consultmybooks]

[It's very easy to forget sometimes that Buffy really isn't that heavy or even that sturdily built, outside the Slayer powers.

So Giles gets her settled out of the way - he'll stay by the tree and keep on the alert for enemies until she wakes up.]