[65] bang bang

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[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?]

Comments

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.