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

Comments

days 1 & 2, early day 3

[imatreenow]

[Generally unsunny disposition and loathing for the Malnosso aside, Mithos is actually enjoying this to some degree. Taking his frustrations out on other beings is a favored pastime of his, and lately there has been a lot to be frustrated about, so he deeply relishes being rightfully granted the full magnitude of his power. Although, things would be so much better if a certain someone by the name of Yuan were also forced into this draft; he would hunt the other down immediately. But these endless Third Party soldiers will just have to do. Or anyone else that gets in his way

anytime or day, baby B^)

[my_yoke_broke]

[And yet like Mithos deepest darkest nightmare, a familiar figure prances appears from the thicket beyond, trying to pick twigs out of his hair and whining non-coherently. Probably about why he's covered in dirt and leaves and twigs.

But then he finally notices feet, looks all the way up, and freezes in front of the villainous little whippersnapper.

Oh.]

Eheh.... Heeeeey! Long time no see! How're you doing?

day 2, afternoon-ish 8U /just because

[imatreenow]

[Even with the ability of flight this terrain is atrocious, the dense foliage being one of the primary hindrances. He had initially set out in his more respectable, adult form, but that quickly proved to be more of an inconvenience than anything. Greater mass means fewer spaces to fit through when moving through the battlefield. Begrudgingly, he returned to his original self.

When Ian stumbles upon him, he happens to be in the process of relocating his teammate after a particularly chaotic enemy assault. His enhanced sight doesn't help much when the trees and underbrush block his vision anyway, but he's listening carefully. Which is why he notices Ian approaching immediately. And he can glare down at him now, from his position a few feet up in the air. He'll cut to the chase--]

Why are you speaking to me?

\o/

[my_yoke_broke]

[Uuuuh...]

Because you're here and I'm here and people talk when they're... [he gestures around] uh, here.

[As expected, Ian's covered in old, dry blood and holes in his clothing. Same ol' same ol'.]

...

How've ya' been?

/o/

[imatreenow]

[a derisive scoff] A battlefield is for battle, not talking.

[although...you wouldn't guess this based off of your previous experiences with this "kid", but he actually dislikes war quite a lot.

Also, not responding to that.]

[my_yoke_broke]

Aha, I guess that's true! Last time I was in one a'these drafts, I got my whole head lopped off in the middle of a conversation!

Just one of those days, I guess!

[~^______________^~]

[imatreenow]

[THIS GLARE. IT IS NOT WAVERING. But now there's a smirk to go with it.]

I can grant you the same, if you're so eager.

[my_yoke_broke]

No thank you, I'm good.

[/)_<]

[imatreenow]

[Well too bad.

He lifts his hand to aim a concentrated blast of mana toward Ian's chest. This might send you flying back a few feet but don't worry, it's won't kill you. Especially not you.]

[my_yoke_broke]

[OOF

And he rolls a few times and ends up sitting on his hands and butt, looking up confused. Whatever injury it'd cause is generally just fading off now (though his clothes are still sort for wear ;;)]

HEY! Cut it out already! That crap's not cute or tough or anything!

[...

You're scaring me ;; WHY YOU SO MEAN?!]

[imatreenow]

[...Of course, the puzzling regenerative abilities. He scowls.]

You're wasting my time. [He needs to get back, to make sure she's all right...]

[my_yoke_broke]

W-well! It's not like there's a lot to do when you're stuck in a big weird forest, and all that.

... What're you needing to do?

[imatreenow]

[Doing nothing would be preferable to spending any amount of time with you, Ian. Sorry. Except not really sorry.]

...It's none of your business.

[my_yoke_broke]

[FROOOOWN]

Well, if you say so. But if anyone needs any healing, I can help.

...

How're ya' flying like that?

[imatreenow]

Do you think I need your help? I am a being far more powerful than filth like you could ever even imagine.

[....This totally answers that question.]

[my_yoke_broke]

Nah, but just 'cause you don't need help doesn't mean you can't have it, right? Besides, I'm more than happy t'lend a hand in whatever way I can!

[... and he totally ignores the malice in your tone.

And 'filth'. Definitely that too. :|]