[40] how could hell be any worse?

[buildstherobots]

[Again. The hazmats got to him again.

It would have been ridiculous if it wasn't so unnerving. When he wakes up, in one piece but severely shaken from his second death at the things' hands, he takes a cursory look around the house. Everything is trashed, whole walls have been burned down... it's as if the house has been hollowed out. After checking to make sure the stove still works, he makes some tea to calm his frazzled nerves. After a while, he picks up the phone.]

[Filtered from drones, etc.]

If you see the Russian, give him up. I'm sick of dying.

[Filtered to people with CR with Dist. You know who you are.]

My... [He hesitates. The word is almost foreign on his tongue.] ...friends. They probably won't come back here; they've already trashed the place. If you can get here... you'll be safe.

[He knows it's an odd thing for him of all people to say, but he doesn't want to lose anyone else important to him. Even if death isn't permanent, that doesn't make him feel any better. And there's always the chance that this time, it'll be forever. He hasn't felt this helpless since the Professor died and he could do nothing to stop it. It's a feeling he was hoping to never feel again; this time, he can do something, before something terrible happens.

...More tea. Yes.]

Comments

[everwise.livejournal.com]

Did... they get to you? I have to agree, this is too much.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Yes. They killed me and destroyed the inside of my house. I hate them, and I hate having to hide!

[push-pull-girl.livejournal.com]

[Anise has been silently listening for him on the fon lines ever since their conversation got cut off. She had hoped nothing terrible happened to him but those were dashed when she finally heard his voice; the man announced that he had been murdered.]

I'm coming over but only to visit, do you need me to bring anything?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

No. Just don't die.

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[push-pull-girl.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine, don't worry♥

[Anise immediately left her house from the back door. She stuck to black yards and temporarily empty streets, making sure to be swift and as quiet as possible. When she finally got to Dist's house she simply walked it through a torn down wall. Dist should also notice she was dressed more like a ninja; wearing a plain black dress that had matching tights, gloves, and boots in color.]

Dist?

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[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist starts a little at her voice but relaxes when he sees who it is, shaking his head and waving her inside.]

...Yeah. You can see what happened.

[He turns his mug in his hands, looking somewhere between rage and breaking down entirely.]

I hate them so goddamn much.

Action ;D

[push-pull-girl.livejournal.com]

[Frowning softly Anise made her way over to him. Taking the mug gently from his hands, she placed it down on one of the few tables that weren't ruined before giving him a big hug.]

They'll go away sooner or later...hopefully.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... What?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

They came last night and killed me. My house is torn apart.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... What? Where... I can come get you.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

I'm at home. I don't see any point in leaving; they have no reason to come back. But you can come if you want.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Your place is all the way across town. There's no way I'd even make it there. Here is just as good. They've already killed me once. I don't even give a shit if they burn this place down anymore.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Just try not to die.

[child-abuser.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Sure thing.

[thenorthernwall]

[Hope they don't mind the wife just sitting in the living room, looking vaguely pissed but mostly catatonic.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist doesn't even notice her for a while, and when he finally does he jumps about a foot out of his chair.]

Christ, don't do that!

[thenorthernwall]

Do what?

[She shifts a bit.]

I've been sitting here for an hour.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

Don't scare me. I didn't see you.

[He doesn't really have it in him to bicker with her right then, though.]

I'm surprised you were even here.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Cynric includes this in his list whether you do or not. So there.]

They... came after you too? Oh, this is getting worse and worse, isn't it... Are you alright? Do you need anything?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

I'm fine now. And what I need is revenge, but you can't give that to me.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

...I suppose not. But that doesn't mean I don't want to make sure you're alright. Without my magic there's unfortunately not a whole lot I CAN do at this moment for anything. It's a bit frustrating.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

I'm fine now. They killed me; I'm not injured. The place still hasn't given me my eye back though.

...When you get your magic back, help me. Help me make them sorry.

[teutonictraitor.livejournal.com]

I agree. Zhe man has done nozhing but cause exponential amounts of suffering, und I do not like zhe risks being taken. I heff not been killed by zhe hazmats yet, but at zhe rate zhey are going, I believe it may only be a matter of time.
...und besides, I am getting sick of all zhe smoke.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

If I see him, I'll be questioning him before kicking him out, at the very least. His information could prove useful. But if they come for me, I won't be protecting him.

[teutonictraitor.livejournal.com]

Und if zhey kill you simply for having him in your house? Vhat zhen? I doubt zhat his information vould be of much use zhen.