Claire Stanfield ✗ Vino ✗ Felix Walken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
railtracer) wrote2011-08-16 02:32 pm
railtracer) wrote2011-08-16 02:32 pm
♠ 3 ♠ - I'm the monster who's gonna devour you all. -
[A. Action // Olney's Tavern]
[If you knew of the events on the Flying Pussyfoot in December 1931 or the true reason behind his alias, Vino, you'd have a hard time distinguishing the tavern from the conductor car on the Flying Pussyfoot or just a normal everyday hit. The walls are covered in the blood of the drone patrons and co-workers and so is he. A silver revolver with a noticeable scratch on the side (made by a certain Mexican girl's katana) in his hands.]
[Just then, out of the corner of his eye he notices a drone moving. He walks over and kneals down next to him and picks him up by his hair.]
[He then picks up a knife from the table and cuts his throat. Before the drone man can completely bleed out, he drops him and he's gone.]
[B. Action // ANYWHERE IN TOWN!!]
[A blood soaked man in a bartender getup is walking through town. The drones don't notice the blood at all and cheerfully wave at him saying things like "Good afternoon, Mr. Stanfield!" They in turn get a cheerful reply back...as well as a nice little bullet hole in their heads when they start walking away. Approach him if you dare.]
((DISCLAIMER: Claire has been killdroned for not drinking the milk. Harm may come to your character. But I guess you already knew that.))
[If you knew of the events on the Flying Pussyfoot in December 1931 or the true reason behind his alias, Vino, you'd have a hard time distinguishing the tavern from the conductor car on the Flying Pussyfoot or just a normal everyday hit. The walls are covered in the blood of the drone patrons and co-workers and so is he. A silver revolver with a noticeable scratch on the side (made by a certain Mexican girl's katana) in his hands.]
Hey, anyone mind cleanin' this mess up? I've gotta couple errands to run that I completely forgot about.[Just then, out of the corner of his eye he notices a drone moving. He walks over and kneals down next to him and picks him up by his hair.]
Hello Mr. Williams, you really don't look good. Maybe you should rest a little while. If you go home lookin' like this that wife o' yours will know what you've been doin' after work.[He then picks up a knife from the table and cuts his throat. Before the drone man can completely bleed out, he drops him and he's gone.]
[B. Action // ANYWHERE IN TOWN!!]
[A blood soaked man in a bartender getup is walking through town. The drones don't notice the blood at all and cheerfully wave at him saying things like "Good afternoon, Mr. Stanfield!" They in turn get a cheerful reply back...as well as a nice little bullet hole in their heads when they start walking away. Approach him if you dare.]
((DISCLAIMER: Claire has been killdroned for not drinking the milk. Harm may come to your character. But I guess you already knew that.))
A. Olney's Tavern
But Ken told him not to make that sort of choice lightly.
So, The Captain decided to get good and drunk first. Then go after Milkman.
...
He walks in on the aftermath of the massacre and just freezes a moment.]
What... the... ☠☠☠☠?
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Hey there! Sorry about the mess.no subject
Who the ☠☠☠☠ are you?
[Yeah, unnerving to say the least.
Still, he's balking.]
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Nope, not at all. Mr. Jones accidentally cut himself on a broken glass and I just came over to help.My name's Claire, Claire Stanfield!The Captain is a super hero, but he is also a piss poor fighter.
Even if you have a girl's name, I'm still going to tear you a new ☠☠☠☠.
Sadly, Drone!Claire has been brought down to normal, all he has is his gun.
I'm glad I'm not the only one that thinks that. I honestly haven't the slightest idea why my parents even choice it. It's very embarrassing.
And you wanna bet?
Even in a straight fight, he's less than average. Just hard as anything to kill.
[Stares down the gun.
The Captain starts walking forward.]
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Like some comic book villain. I think that's over doing it a little don't you? As for punching me in the face I'll shoot you before you have a chance.no subject
Though for him, it only hurts. It doesn't kill.]
☠☠☠☠!
Just, ☠☠☠☠!
I got news for you... we aren't just comic books.
[Shaking his head. Okay, so it hurts a lot.
Still, no blood?]
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You don't say. I'm not completely disproving the existence of super heroes or villains. But isn't that kinda childish? Pretending to be a hero I mean.Feel free to dodge, The Captain isn't a good shot.
No blood, Claire will hear the bullet bounce on the floor.]
Who's pretending?
[He grabs a chair and throws it. Doesn't even seem to use much effort.
It flies fast, it's not too accurate though.
If it hits, it'd kill a guy.
If it misses, it'll smash to splinters against a wall.]
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Now Mr. Matthews...I was only statin' a fact.
Also you shouldn't throw things here. It might start a fight.
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The knife cuts fabric but bounces off of flesh.]
Ow!
Okay, that sort of ☠☠☠☠ stopped being funny long ago.
If you throw your gun at me next, I may have to pop your head like a grape.
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Hmm? Why would I do somethin' like that?I wouldn't hurt a fly, Mr. Matthews.b
stolenguns and knives himself. He waves at you, with that darling drone smile.][He's got a rifle ready, pointed at Claire's forehead.]
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It most certainly is. It's probably the best day we've had all year.no subject
[He stares at the pistol, then smiles again at Claire. Amakusa adjusts his aim, making sure that the bullet's going right between Claire's eye, before pulling the trigger.]
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You know I should do that too one o' these days. That little scamp of mine has been wanting to hang out with his good ol' pop forever.no subject
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I'll...take...par--no subject
[He'll start to walk away, but unfortunately for him, he's bleeding out pretty bad. He'll finally fall over and hit the ground with a thud.]
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[Running away would end badly, as well.]
[Quietly, he starts drawing his own gun, the S&W Model 59, one of the two he has been carrying around the last couple of days.]
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Hmm?
Hello. Fine weather we're havin', isn't it?
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[Luckily, unlike its prior version, the 59 has adjustable sights, which aid Kiritsugu in that task. It took several modifications of his own to get it working properly, considering the model shouldn't have been invented until 20 years in Mayfield's future, but fortunately, apart from the parabellum cartridge and feed system, the 59 doesn't differ that much from the 39, which was widely available in the 50s.]
[It's stronger, though. That could come handy.]
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Oh I see, your the silent type, eh?no subject
[In this situation, shooting at Claire would simply result in the two men shooting each other. However, he figures that if he waits until the kick, he will be able to use that brief interval of focus to shoot him with his other firearm, the Thompson/Center Arms Contender. Being of a single shot, the Contender is hardly suited for combat, but Kiritsugu knows he won't be able to shoot any more than that anyways.]
[He still slowly backs off, if only to keep the impression that he's unaware of what to do.]
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Cat got your tongue?Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I mean it's your choice, right? Or might you have a cold, and can't talk? Maybe you should get checked out.no subject
Guh...
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So...you...can speak.no subject
[However, that doesn't mean he can't let a person like this bring harm to others.]
[The magazine has been emptied. Inconsequential. Kiritsugu's unable to use his left arm, so he motionlessly drops the S&W 59, letting his right hand fly towards his other weapon. Fortunately, he's an exceptionally quick draw. As the world fades to black around him, Kiritsugu pulls down the already-loaded Thompson Contender's hammer, the .30-06 bullet lined up in front of him.]
[He fires.]