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]

"We're a cause, Jack. It's not the kind of black and white world out there that people are expecting." Buffy felt a lot of qualms over how people seemed to mistake the nature of the Malnosso. Too often, they took them for far more potent than they really seemed to be. That was a problem. It gave the enemy too much power. "Not everyone out there agrees with what they're doing to us and not all of dissension is Third Party style fanaticism."

She spoke quietly. Perhaps it was more about working through her own thoughts on the problem. After all, she hadn't had ample opportunity to do so aloud. Either way, she would be fine with talking him straight to sleep.

[all7seas]

"So we've good-hearted champions out there, is what you're saying?"

His own exhaustion, the hypnotic sway of the hammock, the potent scents of flowers and humid air, and the not-unwelcome-in-spite-of-it all warmth and sweat of the girl lying so close to him were starting to send the pirate off, in spite of his interest in this tale. Things had ended so badly between them after that draft. She'd stumbled upon him in the forest and he'd given her food and they had argued and he'd told her to get out. It surprised him that now of all times he should get the whole story.

[herotypical]

"Hmm. Maybe. Or maybe some not-so-good-hearted champions. There's a definite profit-making edge to the whole thing. Somehow. After all, they've got accountants.

And wars are expensive -- this one extra so, I guess." She fell silent to swing with him for a few moments. "They've found a way to manufacture Shifts. I guess they're normally a natural thing in this world and they've built machines to do it for them. I think..."

This sort of element was not her own. There was another tidbit far more interesting from the whole fracas but -- but she was always wary of bringing the General up with anyone. Jack, especially.

[all7seas]

It was difficult to escape reminders of the General, especially with his locket hanging around Jack's neck. He idly began to play with her hair, winding it around his fingers.

"Profit-making through war? Smacks of Beckettism."

[herotypical]

"More like the war's eating up the profit margins. Which...happens. Windows get broken. Designer lamps get smashed."

She shifted her cheek against his shoulder.

[all7seas]

"Mmhmm." The pirate's breathing was beginning to slow as he drifted off. This would probably be the last rest he would have before being sent home.

[herotypical]

And she kept talking. Describing the motivations behind her disguise choice -- a scientist's white lab coat, glasses. And describing the last time she used the disguise to get into the Initiative. Just...words, really. A lot of them. The cleaned up, no-horror versions of things. And somehow she ended up on the subject of college and classes via Maggie Walsh the Initiative leader and psych prof.

"And that's why I think Rasputin's a vampire. Or some kind of demon, at least." Jack was probably asleep, now. That was good. She would stay with him and listen for the warning signs.