Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!

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Day 4 - August 28th

[truthget]

[Getting separated from the rest of the group hadn't been his intention; he'd been trying to stick to the beach, where there were plenty of people to team up with, fight alongside, and (in case of emergency) make a run for aid if his automail decides to choke and die on him, a la Third Party Shifter. That was the plan. Definitely the plan.

So why, why is he suddenly running for his life - staggering and limping, more like, since only one leg is really working for him - in the middle of the forest, his clothes ripped all to hell, with the head of a spear shoved clear through his shoulder, losing blood at a rather uncomfortable rate

[moezuo]

[ It must have been a sight to behold for some

[truthget]

[Get down? Ha... even without the order, Ed would've gone down anyway. He's spent, out of energy, and he'd pushed himself to the very limits of his body's endurance. Pain is something he'd always been able to handle, even as a kid. Bloodloss, however, isn't something he can just walk or shake off. So a split second after he hears the shout, his body seems to agree that it's a damn good idea, and his one working knee just... buckles, and he drops like a stone. FWUMP. And he hopes this guy can hold his own, and that he doesn't die in the next few seconds because of it- he knows for a fact that he's as good as useless right now.

Dammit... he can't die though, right...?]

[moezuo]

[ This isn't as hard as one may think. The spears are new, but these people are only strong enough to drive them in enough to hurt a bit. Shizuo's muscles have been pounded into titanium, unyielding to the weapons striking him - and then the poor bastards are sent flying sideways with a whack of the mast. His foot flies up, striking another in the face. They take a few more hits then usual, but they're down.

And he's breathing harder. Damnit, DAMNIT. It takes everything he has to stop beating them - and a little more to turn his head and look at the bloody lump of a kid on the ground. ]

Oi, you alive?

[truthget]

[Alive, yes, but not quite with the world; for a long moment, Edward is very unconscious and unresponsive to Shizuo's voice. There's a steady drip-drip-drip as blood trickles out of the wound to land on the unmoving steel of his automail, cushioned beneath him, and the sound is ultimately what rouses him. That, and the fact that there's a spear in his shoulder and it really freaking hurts.]

.....nngh....

[Is that a good answer for you, Shizuo?]

[moezuo]

[ good. the man inwardly breaths a sigh of relief and strides over, pausing only a minute before reaching out and picking ed up... better not sling him over his shoulder. so he settles for just keeping the kid in his arms. ]

Hold on a sec. Don't go dying. [ ... that's an awful lot of blood. and all over his suit. ] Damnit.

[truthget]

[Edward inhales sharply as he's lifted off the ground, feeling the spearhead jostle uncomfortably in his shoulder, but to his credit, he doesn't cry out. Compared to Briggs and his automail installation, it's- ...well, alright, it hurts pretty much the same as Briggs. The similarity of the wound isn't lost on him, either.]

...that's... the plan.

[He squints up at the man briefly - blond, sunglasses, yeah, that's about all he can see - before he clenches his eyes shut again, breathing hard. Right now, all he should be focusing on is staying awake long enough to get this wound closed. Gee, wouldn't it have been useful if he'd been able to understand those alkahestry texts a few days earlier, hmm? Whatever, damage is done.]

...a healer... would be good right now.

[moezuo]

We're pretty damn far from the boat. And I don't know where the rest of 'em went.

[ Shizuo isn't known for being gentle. The tall bartender doesn't bother to shift the weight or make sure the kid is comfortable, he just starts running in the direction of shore. What had that guy said the night at that bar? Oh yeah, super hero. Noble. This is something straight out of an anime he never watched as a kid, something violent and gory that used to get to him a lot more than it did now. ]

[truthget]

D-dammit... [Edward glances down, shifting his weight with as much strength as he can muster, and flexes his automail fingers. Hey, his arm's working again! As a second test, he moves his toes. Double hey! Well, that's one point in his favour, and he's sure as hell not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He uses this new focus of attention as a way to keep himself awake, difficult as it is. One finger, two, twitch, twitch, twitch- tapping lightly against his palm, one, two, one, two...

...shit, this is hard. And he's actually half-thankful for the jostling, or he'd have passed out again by now.]

Just... get there as fast as you can.

[moezuo]

[ there's a hell of a grin on the man's face. ]

Just leave it to me. [ and he sounds... delighted, in a bizarre sort of way. the line is heroic and cheesy and dumb, but it's pleasing to someone who doesn't get to say it very often.

and there's rustling. rustling is never good. ]

[truthget]

[Should he be disturbed that this guy sounds so happy about it? Because he kind of is. But there's little time to dwell on it, because seriously- trying to stay awake here. It's friggin' hard. TAP TAP TAP TAP oh god it's like a lull... dozing off...

...rustle rustle...

...what was that?]

Hey...

[moezuo]

Huh?

[ And Shizuo turns his head slightly. ] Those bastards just don't know when to- [ and suddenly he's tripping. maybe in a puddle, he thinks, but his body is suddenly too numb to let him catch his balance and he's lost his grip on the kid.

Shizuo himself skids across the ground and into a tree, striking it hard with his back - goddamnit! He sucks in a sharp breath, aware then that what paralyzed him was pain. He can see the remains of one stupid, pinkish white wing scattered across the ground. ]

[truthget]

[Aaaaand the aforementioned kid is sent flying into a tree, landing hard on his left side, the sound of the impact accented by the sickening crack of a broken forearm. That, coupled with the fall and the fact that the landing drives the spearhead downwards into his chest - and out - is enough to finally make Edward cry out. Because that hurt like a sonofabitch, and now it's probably starting to interfere with organs and blood vessels that really ought to be left alone.

Blearily, trying to fight back the urge to just go ahead and pass out again, he glances off to the side, where his former rescuer landed. What the hell just happened...?]

[moezuo]

[ damned wings. fucking third party. god damned untrustworthy malnosso. shizuo grit his teeth and, wonder of wonders, staggered to his feet. he feels nauseous and the blood running down his back is probably sickening, but he's still standing. and that's enough to confuse his attackers.

the fact that he still manages to uproot a small tree has them frozen.

but the beast of ikebukuro staggers after that and ends up leaning his weight against the tree, breathing hard through his nose. his body usually demands to smash and destroy regardless of what he wants, but apparently busting those wings is enough to stop it.

Of all the times to listen to me. ]

1/2

[truthget]

[.......Did he just uproot an entire goddamned tree?]

[truthget]

[Okay, he did. But apparently it's also enough to make the man stagger, and that's enough for Edward to realize that hey, bloodloss or not, if he doesn't step in here to help, they're both going to die. And soon, by the look of things.

His left arm is useless, but his automail is in perfect shape now, it seems, so with a single clap of automail against flesh, followed by another clap against the ground beneath him, the spark of a transmutation travels over the grass towards where Shizuo is standing. In a flash of light, several hands shoot out of the dirt - one for each of the Third Party soldiers - and sends them flying rather comically through the air and out of sight. And hopefully, for the moment, that'll leave them both out of danger.

At least until he bleeds to death. Although... he does know a way of getting around that. He just needs an extra hand before he can do it. Right now his body is a little unhappy about the idea of cooperating again, and sheer force of will can only get you so far.]