♠ 3 ♠ - I'm the monster who's gonna devour you all. -

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[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.]

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.))

Comments

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

Oh I see, your the silent type, eh?

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu notices that, being aware (although seldom acrobatic enough to pull) of the move..]

[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.]

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

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.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Kiritsugu recognizes the pull of the trigger and moves to the side. Of course, he's still human, and the bullet grazes his left arm, leaving a deep gash in it. True to his prediction, this causes him to pull his own trigger, firing at Claire himself. Having never swapped into the Contender, he immediately takes advantage of the subautomatic's capabilities, firing as much of the fourteen 9x19 mm rounds as he's capable of. Despite having a lot of experience with firearms, he rarely encounters enemies who wields them, and so, he's entirely unaccustomed to being shot.]

Guh...

[thisw0rldismine.livejournal.com]

So...you...can speak.

[maguskiller.livejournal.com]

[Unfortunately, Kiritsugu's too wounded to move. The shot hit him straight in the chest, in what he recognizes to be a vital area. Without faltering for another moment, Kiri acknowledges that he has about two minutes of life, at best. Consciousness will be even more short-lived than that.]

[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.]