[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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[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.]