[65] bang bang

[buildstherobots]

[action, all week]

[Oh, no. Dist is too jaded from Thanksgiving to drink anything the town encourages him to. And being droned? Not that bad; it seems to wear off daily just long enough to give him a chance to drink, and when he doesn't it puts him under again. He can risk it when he gets sick of the cycle, after all. His house is full of drones; he has no reason to protect them.

So, citizens of Mayfield, Saphir Neis is quite happily walking the streets, making pleasant conversation, and generally shooting at everyone and everything(knives are just so last year) with the pistols he acquired a few months ago. You might find him:

a: at the General Store, buying more bullets.

b: generally around town, in the park, in the library, going about his dronely duties.

c: for those with some CR, he may just drop by your house to have a nice personal chat! And to shoot you! After all, isn't that what friends are for?]

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Friday - B

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Nina is exhausted. It's been a long week. She doesn't know how much longer this is going to last. It can't go on forever, but how much damage is going to be caused in the meantime?

She stops into the library just long enough to count as having done her job, and of course, the first thing she sees is one of the other librarians shooting people. After dying yesterday, she has long since passed hesitating over anything. She strides over, approaching him from behind before she speaks.

Talking to the drones normally never works, but Nina can't help hoping that speaking their language might. At the very least, it's better for everyone if his attention is focused on her, anyway. Her own gun is trained on him, before she speaks.]

Excuse me. Mr.--Neis, right? You can't shoot anyone inside. It's bad manners. Besides, it's very noisy, and this is a library. You're being way too loud.

Re: Friday - B

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Saphir turns around, pleasant as pie, speaking cheerfully (if quietly) as he reloads.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Then she realizes it.

He cannot be talked out of this, in drone language or any other. Lancer couldn't, Johan couldn't, Edgar couldn't, and Dist can't either. There's only one way she can stop this.

As he's reloading, Nina raises her own guns. She pulls the trigger and fires, a loud crack erupting through the air. She isn't aiming for a fatal shot; Nina intends only to hit Dist in the shoulder.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[The shot lands, as drone!Dist is not really expecting it at all. He doesn't even show any pain, though the shot has rendered the arm mostly unusable.]



[Dist raises his gun and fires off a shot; it goes wild, because his dominant arm has been taken out, but still.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[The bullet goes off and lodges itself into a wall.

Nina is breathing hard. She had hoped, with his dominant arm incapacitated, he would be able to be disarmed. But instead, he's still dangerous.

She can't let him do this. He's not himself, anyway. She can't let him keep hurting people.

But she doesn't want to hurt him, either. This feels so different than when she shot Black Mage. The world almost seems to spin around her. Only Dist and his gun are perfectly clear in her vision.]

I don't know if the real you can hear me right now. But if you can, know that I will understand if you can't forgive what I'm going to do. It's unforgivable.

[It feels like an eternity between saying those words and pulling the trigger. But it's only a few seconds. There's another loud crack as this time, Nina aims center mass.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[And the bullet finds a new home in the lower part of Dist's chest, which sends him reeling back. He fires off another couple of shots in the interim, these two far less off-target than the earlier one, before he drops to the floor. His mind is droned but his body is still human, and it can only take so much.

As he's lying on the floor, though, he's laughing, manic. Blood is foaming up around his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[Someone screams; a drone child is hit and goes down, blood spilling all over the library carpet. Nina, panting hard enough to send her shoulders up and down, and looking horrified, steadies herself enough to fire again.

Directly at Dist's head. The look on her face is wild, and animal, and terrified.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[It takes a lot to kill Dist, but a bullet to the brain will usually do the trick. The impact knocks his head back into the floor, leaking blood out behind him as his body finally relaxes and his pupils go wide.]

[brotherseyes.livejournal.com]

[It's over.

It's finally over.

It's over, because she killed him. Did it have to be done? He was on a rampage. He wouldn't have been talked out of it. But his death was so messy, so much more painful than it had to be, because she couldn't bring herself to fire a fatal shot the first time.

It's so different from killing Black Mage. That was over with one loud crack. This was three shots and blood all over the carpet. It takes a long time for Nina to realize that her hands have stopped shaking and she's stopped breathing hard.

She lowers the gun. Well, the least she can do is properly handle the body, rather than leaving it as a spectacle. She will take it someplace secluded it and bury it or cover it with a tarp. Even if people come back, leaving him out to rot like this is simply wrong.]

B

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart's just sitting in the park, trying to get his mind off things when who should apporach but Dist]

Hiya Pinky!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[This is totally normal behavior for Dist. Absolutely.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart scratches his chin, something about this guy seems... off.]

You doing okay, Pinky?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Hey, is that a gun? Why is he pulling it?]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Well, fuck I think that's a gun]

Don't even think about it, or you're gonna be eating that gun.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[And firing a shot! Or two, maybe.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart will attempt to dodge the shots and put his mouth to use by biting at Dist's arm.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[The bite lands, as a droned Dist has even poorer reflexes than normal Dist, but it doesn't seem to slow him down.]



[One arm out of commission? He'll just switch to the other! And at point-blank range, he's a lot more dangerous.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Well fuck again! Mart'll continue to gnaw on Dist's arm, and with his arms he'll try and grab the gun out of Dist's hand.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Oh, no no no, that just won't do. He seems content enough to let his captive arm be gnawed on, but the other one he jerks back, firing off another couple of shots in Mart's direction.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Fuck again! Mart's been shot in the shoulder. He clutches the wound and falls back.]

Muthafucker!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist looks down at his arm, canting his head a little bit as though he can't quite figure out why it's chewed partially off. It's not like he can feel it. Can drones even be confused?

Either way, it's a break in his focus.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart'll use this opportunity to try and grab the gun from Dist's hand, yanking with his Super-human strength.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist barely has human strength, so the gun is easily ripped from his grasp, the wrenching motion breaking his wrist in the process as he tries to keep his grip. He just kind of stares at his now-limp hand, getting a frustrated look on his face.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Mart takes the gun.

Pops it into his mouth.

And chews the gun. Crunching it to bits.]

You can take that conduct

and shove it up your ass.

Gun needs salt.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Mart you are very good at confusing drones.]



[And what can you do when both of your arms are taken out and you have no weapons? Fucking charge anyway. He'll figure something out.]

[jaws5sonofjaws.livejournal.com]

[Charging right into Mart's fist you mean. Bam! Mart slugs him right between the eyes.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist's hand flies to the wound -- well, the hand he's still capable of moving. Is it possible to beat the drone out of someone? Because it seems to be working.]

B or C?

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He probably should have maintained more contact with Dist than he had. But things had happened, he'd closed himself off.]

[But there he is. In all his shiny Corvette glory.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist taps on the window, all smiles.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Stranger?]

[He rolls the window down, absently flicking his hologram into place. It's easy to forget sometimes, that humans like human faces to talk to.]

Dist? It's me.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[He rests his elbows on the window frame, a gun dangling absently from his fingers.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

I know, I'm sorry. It's...

[The hologram's eyes drop to the weapon.]

Why are you armed?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist points the gun at Sideswipe's hologram.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[The hologram's eyebrow arches.]

Dist... I'm a robot. I can't ingest milk.

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[It seems that drone!Dist can't quite remember that Sideswipe is actually a robot, because when he shoots he aims for the hologram rather than anything that might be considered actually "vital."]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Despite being a robot, the car jerks, honestly surprised at what just happened. He backs up a few paces, or tries to.]

What--! What's the matter with you!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist looks honestly confused for a moment, unloading another couple of rounds, but the drone programming snaps him back into that Stepford cheeriness.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[And the car... keeps backing up. Until Sideswipe has room to transform, and loom over the organic.]

What is the matter with you!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Dist's voice is off. Too cheerful, too loyal to Mayfield. He's clearly not in his right mind.]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... What... what happened to you?

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

... Saphir?

I thought your name was Dist.

A: Killdrone CR is still CR, right?

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(Oh, man, it is so hard to keep quiet as he sneaks up behind Dist, knife raised, but the killdrone's learning what the actual Spy already knows, that a surprise stab in the back is super effective.)

((OOC: Should we flip a coin? I'm okay with Spy dying, of course, but he's a career assassin who plays dirty.))

totally counts |D

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Oh! Well that certainly is a surprise! Dist turns around, chuckling a little, but blood foams up in his mouth; one of his lungs has been pierced, and even though he doesn't feel the pain, he likely won't be up for long. His voice has a gurgling quality to it when he speaks.]

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(Readies his knife for the finishing blow.)

On the contrary, I'm killing you quickly so you won't suffer! Now, hold still so I can stab you for good this time!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[A drone body may not be able to feel pain, but it can certainly begin to drown, so any proper reply Dist might have had degenerates into more foaming blood, his body starting to stumble backwards. A final stab? Won't be difficult.]

[shhhhh-secret.livejournal.com]

(Best day ever! He doesn't even mind that Dist gets blood all over his suit!)