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

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Well, I wouldn't want to live here.

[He gets to his feet finally. Greed is going to want to take over soon.] You remember what I said about Greed before, right?

[generalflirt]

[There's a briefly suspicious look and then a glance back at Gold. But finally, he nods]

Ah, I do. [The one that he's sharing a body with. It's a scary prospect, actually]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[There's an instant change of demeanor. His eyes open further, his stance changes subtly, and his usual grin is replaced with a far more malicious one. More notably, his voice deepens.]

That would be me, pal. I'm Greed, the Avaricious. [He holds out his hand, showing off his Ourobouros tattoo as it begins to transform it into a carbon-coated claw.]

[generalflirt]

[Things just changed. The immediate change of aura here causes Masaomi to take a little step back, and go into a more guarded position. But all the same, he keeps a relatively level gaze]

That's impressive.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold was keeping an eye on Masaomi throughout his little exchange with Ling. He knew the boy wasn't exactly stable out here, and needed to be kept on a leash. When things seem to escalate, though... That's when Gold decided to make his move. He walks over, calmly and coolly. Don't want to make things worse without knowing just what's going on.]

Yeah, that's a pretty nifty little trick you got there.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[Greed gives a passing glance to Gold. Great, two punk kids. Just what he needed, some hard luck cases hanging around him.]

It's called the Ultimate Shield. A little trick I have, thanks to being a Homonculus.

[generalflirt]

A shield, is it? [He shrugs a little, trying to adopt his flippant tone. It doesn't really meet his eyes and one of his hands is all but ready to reach into one of the front pockets of his jacket but... he has his supply pack on still. In case a temp camp needs to be made.]

Ultimate, even?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold keeps one hand in his pocket, hand on Mewtwo's Master Ball just in case things get nasty. He hopes they don't, though. This guy's supposed to be an ally, right?]

'Ultimate Shield', eh? That's a pretty high claim, especially since that looks more like the 'Ultimate Claw' than the 'Ultimate Shield'. Besides, why would you give such an obvious name to your killer technique?

1/2

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

Who says I named it? Now if you two don't mind, I've got some winged bastards to meet.

[He starts to walk away, giving a dismissive wave to them.]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[.... and then collapses again.]

[generalflirt]

[.../sweatdrop]

[mischiefbreeder]

[.../sweatdrop]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[Zzzzzzz.....]

[generalflirt]

[... glance at Gold]

...I don't think he meant to do that.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold glances down at Ling, and then up at Masaomi.]

Yeah... So what're we gonna do with him?

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[... don't mind him.]

[generalflirt]

[...]

Try feeding him one of your power bars.

[mischiefbreeder]

[Fine, fine, he grabs one of the power bars from his bag. ...And then proceeds to give the guy a poke with his cuestick.]

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't really stir at all. He's less hungry and more inexplicably asleep. Though food does seem to get him to his feet.]

[generalflirt]

[...Well]

Should we feed him again, maybe?

[mischiefbreeder]

[Tossing the bar to Masaomi.]

You can feed him, then.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[It's not even hunger this time. He starts to stir from all their talking, getting up and clutching his head.]

What the hell...?

[generalflirt]

You seem a little weak, Greed-san.

[He says this lightly but... that's odd]

[mischiefbreeder]

Yeah. You shouldn't be comin' out so weak like that. It could cost you your life.

[twinnedavarice.livejournal.com]

[He glances over his shoulder at the two of them and glares, even as he tries to pull himself to his feet.]

I'm supposed to be stronger out here! No Luceti, no half power. [So why the hell did he pass out!?]