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[phone]

Fine. You people want to play that way?

Enjoy educating newcomers by yourselves. I'm done helping you.

[And, true to his word, he won't be handing out any more letters, at least for the moment. Explain what he's talking about? Why in the world would he do that? Obviously the actions of maybe three people is enough for him to throw a tantrum over the phone lines.]

[action]

[Anyone who might see Dist walking through the streets can see that he's an absolute wreck. Not emotionally -- his expression is uncharacteristically stony. It's his face that's busted up, bruised across his cheek and mouth and his left eye patched over. Well, the place where his left eye should be, but that's not exactly visible. It'd happened a couple of days ago, but that's not quite long enough to heal fully, so for now he's just combed his hair forward a bit in an attempt to cover it all up.

He does seem to have a destination in mind, though, as he's walking particularly quickly.]


[729 Anderson lane]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]
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[action]

Date: 2011-09-23 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nomorelosing.livejournal.com
[here's a Kaz, walking through the streets. he was on his way to the grocery store to see if he could make something salvageable for dinner tonight, but given his overall mood these past few days (unsurprising given the events of the past few days. almost feels like waking up from a nightmare only to discover that you were never really asleep to begin with), it's very difficult if not impossible to even manage a smile.

seeing Dist lends him pause, though. there's one person who looks significantly more unhappy than himself. not that he really notices until he walks right into the man, nearly knocking him off his feet.]


- Ah! S-Sorry...! [he reaches out to grab Dist by the arm before he falls backwards.] Didn't see you there!
Edited Date: 2011-09-23 10:53 pm (UTC)

Phone

Date: 2011-09-23 10:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-tyrant.livejournal.com
I sense... the bitter stings of ingratitude. What ails you, my friend?

[phone]

Date: 2011-09-23 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com
Who are you, anyway? [hey, watched you get your ass beat. it was alright. 6/10, tops.]

[Action]

Date: 2011-09-24 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com
[WELL WHO COULD THAT BE KNOCKING ON KLAUS'S DOOR?

Oh it's just Dist. A very battered Dist, too.]


Yes?

Date: 2011-09-24 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
Give me my gun back.

Date: 2011-09-24 02:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
You know who I am! Shut up!

[Okay, they haven't spoken much, but... once or twice!]

Date: 2011-09-24 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com
It is no longer your gun.

By which I mean, not only did you give it to me, but I have made enough improvements that your original design is all but lost. Thus it is more my work than yours by this point.

Besides, I assume you still have that excessive battle clank of yours?

Date: 2011-09-24 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
I am not your friend! I don't even know you!

[Yeah, guess what Dist's beef is right now?]

The Doctor is not a little green girl.

Date: 2011-09-24 02:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-tyrant.livejournal.com
[The Doctor... doesn't stifle a laugh. He outright chuckles after being yelled at.]

Quite so. Yet you're addressing me and all the other people who you "don't even know"... quite loudly too.

I believe I have the right to ask... what ails you, my friend?

Date: 2011-09-24 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
Excessive?! How dare--

[Dist dials it back just far enough to try and push past Klaus into the house.]

That's not the point! I just... I need it!

[He sounds more than a little bit distraught.]

Date: 2011-09-24 02:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com
[sorry dist pink ponies officially outrank you on the mental importance list] Do I? [flip

flip

flip flip

yeah just looking through his notes here don't wait up]

totally is

Date: 2011-09-24 03:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
[Dist is not at all in a good place to be mocked at the moment.]

People like you! I'm sure you just use and throw people away too.

Date: 2011-09-24 03:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
[Once Dist has his feet, he shakes Kaz off, nearly hissing at the contact.]

How dare you?! Look where you're going!

Date: 2011-09-24 03:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
[Hey, Dist is pretty pink.]

...What are you doing?

Date: 2011-09-24 03:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com
Looking through my appointment list.

Date: 2011-09-24 03:13 am (UTC)

You can't prove it, the tests never came back :I

Date: 2011-09-24 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-tyrant.livejournal.com
Use people? Throw people away? Oh, nonsense.

[His smile stretches a little.]

I value cooperation beyond anything. Whatever happened to you is a tragedy. To be discarded like that is just too cruel.

Date: 2011-09-24 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com
[WOW DIST

R U D E

Besides, Klaus is huge, you can't really move him. The pushing is kind of cute, though.]


For what?

Date: 2011-09-24 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] uranophobe.livejournal.com
To see if you're on it, obviously.

Date: 2011-09-24 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
What do you think I need a gun for?

[This is really frustrating okay. But he backs off, trying not to shake. Klaus you may have to deal with a meltdown here in a minute.]

Date: 2011-09-24 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myblimpisbigger.livejournal.com
Any number of things. Clearing densely-wooded areas. Mounting as a display piece. Shooting me once I give it to you because you are a man that enjoys holding grudges.

[Don't you still hate him for shooting you that one time? HE'S PRETTY SURE YOU DO, SINCE YOU'RE ALWAYS A WHINY BITCH LATELY.]

Date: 2011-09-24 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
Why would I have an appointment with you?

damn

Date: 2011-09-24 03:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
You can't trick me. Don't bother trying. What is it you want?

dohohoh

Date: 2011-09-24 03:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctor-tyrant.livejournal.com
What if I said... all I wanted to do is to help? I am a doctor by profession and therefore, it must be in my nature to help.

Date: 2011-09-24 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buildstherobots.livejournal.com
[Okay, the shaking is totally happening. Dist's whole posture shrinks and he draws his shoulders up, pressing his hand to the bandage over his eye.]

...Nevermind. I should have expected this. It's not even worth it any more. But it's not about you.
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