[65] bang bang

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[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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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]

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[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.]