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

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

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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Suppose not, but that's where having a dagger and someone else who can use magic come into play. You know, as a failsafe.

[Oh, this is too rich.] And where's your somebody else who can use magic?

Find a river and you'll see his ugly mug. A bit shabby, but not entirely useless just yet.

[He raises his eyebrows.] Which is more than I could say for the bloke waving around a Muggle weapon like he knows what he's doing.

I think you're missing the memo where I actually do know what I'm doing, thanks. [Well. Time to pull out the big guns.]

You think Potter would approve if either of us died out here? I think not.

[He looks at him coldly.] Least one of us would die as a hero and not a sniveling little coward. Reckon he'd take that into consideration, too.

Well, I wouldn't call myself a hero, but I won't stop you from doing so. [It's okay, he's shooting back a similar look.]

You're as likely to die a hero as Hermione is to fail a class.

And what's your reasoning for thinking you'll even get close? You're as likely as I am.

Thanks to you and your ilk, I've been forced into the hero role more times than I'd like to think about.

Wrong again. It's not thanks to me. It's not even thanks to people I associate with. It's thanks to Potter. No one forced you to associate with him. No one forced you to go along for the ride when he went off to play hero last year. Am I right?

And no one forced you to be a right git for years before trying to prove yourself to your bloody precious dark lord. And if they did, you're even more weak-willed and pathetic than I thought.

Sure, Weasley. I see, I should have just let everyone die in order to "do the right thing", shouldn't I? How silly of me to think otherwise!

Everyone who? If the answer is 'murderous Death Eaters,' then I wouldn't have minded that at all.

You don't give a damn about the concept of family when it's not your own, do you, Weasley? [The tone is suddenly flat, and he's turning his back on the redhead to check the surrounding area. They're still pretty out in the open as far as targets go.]

You call that insane asylum a family?! You all gather around the hearth to watch that bitch of an aunt torture Muggle-borns, is that it? For fuck's sake, Malfoy, get the hell out of my sight! [Yes, he's yelling. Which may or may not be attracting attention. Whoops.]

Shut up! Just shut. Up![Is that a small group of third party members starting to surround them, or is it your imagination?] Give me a reason I shouldn't shoot you in the head right now for insulting my family, Weasley.

[Totally your imagination, since Ron doesn't see a thing. He's a little too focused on playing his cards right; after all, if he gets shot, he gets sent home and gets to tell Harry that his good-for-nothing little friend just shot him.]

Because then you'll lose any chance you ever had of pretending to be decent? Or maybe because your aim's so shoddy you're likely to miss even while standing right in front of me?

[And maybe that gun's being lifted a little higher to aim.]

Would you really like to test that theory? You'd be surprised what a quick learner I am.

[He flinches, but he stands his ground.]

I'd be more surprised if you had the balls to actually shoot. Or maybe it doesn't take any balls at all, and that's why you'd get at me that way.

[It's that last snide remark that makes him snap, lifting the gun higher and not even hesitating to pull the trigger. What, it's not like he was going to keep the safety on when they were in the middle of the war. The bullet was aimed for Ron's head, of course, but it's actually going to go zipping past his ear. Hurrah for poor aim when under pressure.]

[Though he'll deny it fiercely later and claim that he just hadn't known that those things were so loud, Ron jumps and comes damn close to wetting his pants when Malfoy actually takes the shot. When he realizes that he's not dead, he whips his wand up to retaliate, taking a chance to glance back and see if he could figure out where the bullet went so he knew whether or not Malfoy had meant to miss. Instead, he manages to see a figure lunging out of the shadows for him, and dimly realizes that he would have never heard anybody coming if he hadn't turned around. He draws his wand around and falls back, a Stunner shooting out even as he cries out:]

Shit!

[It's not the spell, but he's done it enough times that a little cursing here and there won't affect it.]

[If it weren't for the fact that there was someone coming directly at them, Draco would be quite pleased with the fact he scared Weasley witless. But no time for that. As the ginger shoots out the Stunner, he's aiming the gun again at the figure out there. His finger slips over the trigger a bit before he actually manages to pull it, firing a bullet straight at the third party member. Whether it hits or not, well, he's not going to wait and find out.]

Move!

[More shadows seem to descend from the trees, and though he's not normally one to run, Ron's not stupid, either. The booming sound of the gunshot hurts his ears and there are suddenly overwhelming forces approaching, and so he lets loose a few more hexes before turning, grabbing at Malfoy to get him going.]

Find a clearing; don't give them cover!

[Of course, jungles are different from woodland in that there aren't much by the way of clearings, but it at least gives them something to try for.]

[Well this is slightly familiar, isn't it? Fighting and running...didn't they just do this last summer inside Potter's head? Merlin. He doesn't even give it a second thought as Ron grabs him and starts running, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to check on their pursuers.]

Where the hell do you see any sort of a clearing?! [Not being familiar with jungle territory really doesn't help either, but he's keeping his eyes peeled for any sort of an out.]

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