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!

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[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

My ankle.

I think it might be broken?

[herotypical]

Oh my God.

[ she felt no horror at what she had just done, but her distaste for winry's pain is very, very palpable. she gingerly touches the edges of the trap. ] I'm...I'm gonna pry it open, okay?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[herotypical]

[ quickness will not be an issue; she soon has the teeth bent back and pried open -- the metal bowing under her strength.

she holds it there. ] Can you move it?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

[herotypical]

[ once freed, she tosses the trap aside. ]

Yeah, there's no way you're walking on that. [ she surveys the damage. ] I'll be carrying you.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

C-carry me? Are you sure?

[herotypical]

Beyond sure.

[ but she doesn't lift winry yet, she wants to have a peek at that shoulder. trying to figure out how to do this while causing the least amount of pain. but she knows -- pain's inevitable.

her own leg? the bite on her calf is already closing over, though it's hard to tell under the blood and ripped fabric. ] You don't have to worry, Winry. I'll get you back there -- you'll see. Bones'll be clucking over you like a stern-faced mother hen before you even know it.

[ she wraps an arm around winry's back. preparing. ]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

W-wait. There were two more. What if they follow us back? What about the other people injured at the camp?

[herotypical]

[ a soft oath, under her breath. if she were on her own? she would hunt these other two down and dispatch them quickly. but winry...she needs medical attention. she knows the shift hunters are attracted to the filial magic and perhaps they wouldn't track them by scent -- especially if they could find the camp by other means.

but it's not a risk she wants to take. ] We'll take a weird route. Try and throw them off -- and I'll listen. [ it's a partial lie. a strange route won't make a difference and while she will listen, buffy's first priority is getting winry back to help. ]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

All right.

[herotypical]

[ she lifts as gently and with as little impact as possible -- hugging the blonde to her chest.

buffy begins walking without even so much as a limp. ] If you need anything? Tell me.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll let you know.

[herotypical]

Talk to me, Win.

[ she urges her gently. she's worried about the girl slipping into some sort of sleep. sleep's bad, right? she should keep her conscious. ] Tell me about your home-town.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It was... small. A small farming town. Everyone knew each other.

[herotypical]

[ she picks her way through roots and vines -- occasionally turning for a step or two backwards if a particularly thick branch needs to be shouldered out of the way in order to keep from bumping winry around too much. ]

Sounds cute. Did you live on a farm? Were there cows?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

There were cows, but we didn't live on a farm. We did have chickens.

[herotypical]

[ short's okay. buffy can work with short. she lightly kicks a small log out of the way. ]

Fresh eggs, huh? That's gotta be convenient.

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

It was nice. Salmonella could have been a problem if we weren't careful.

[herotypical]

...Did you name them? The chickens?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

When I was little. Not anymore.

[herotypical]

[ after a brief pause: ] How are you holding up?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

I'm still alive?

[herotypical]

...That's always a silver lining. [ usually. ]

What were you doing so far away from camp, Winry?

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

One of those things found me. I ran.