Target #16 - Stand Tall, Shoot First (Voice | Phone)

[bloodon_myknife]

[Sniper, like last time was back on the phone after the announcment of take over. Here it is.Listen up town. Don't back down. If his pets are causing you problems, flee to Williams Road and I'll take care of it

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[glowing_science]

[Ema is standing in front of the house, staring up at the figure on top of it while holding up a hand to try and keep the sun out of her eyes. With a moniker like "Sniper," she supposes she shouldn't be surprised.

She's not entirely sure why she decided to show up, even with Alphonse's recommendation; it's not like she's been attacked by whatever it is the crazy person screaming earlier had been talking about. But she's got nothing but a pad full of notes, and she figures she might need to know someone who's armed. Not that she has any reason to trust him outside of Alphonse's word, which means she's prepared for things to go badly-there's a small bottle that Ema filled with bleach in her bag. A little harsher than her usual chemical defense, but it works in a pinch. Hopefully she won't have to reach for it.]

Hello up there!

[bloodon_myknife]

[Sniper had a jar of his own "chemical" sitting nearby and ready just incase he had to deploy it. He watched her come up and gave her a friendly wave with the hand not holding the rifle. Smiling down to her.]

Hello Ma'am. How can I help you today?

[He was friendly enough with the non waring non drones.]

[glowing_science]

[He seems friendly enough, firearm aside.]

You're Sniper? Alphonse told me to come find you.

[bloodon_myknife]

He did? Then I take it you need a safe place to stay for the moment or just to hang around until this trouble has been handled?

[Sniper was getting back to his old self, which meant he could be friendly for now.]

[glowing_science]

That was the idea. I just got here, and some crazy person's declared martial law, and people are missing or dead or something. [All of which he surely knows, so she moves on.] He figured it's safer to send the fresh meat over to someone who can protect her rather than try a crash-course in self-defense among the insanity. I think.

[bloodon_myknife]

Well then, welcome to Mayfield. Can't say it's the best time, but no time is a good time here.

Push the ladder over if you want to join me. It's in the side yard. Otherwise feel free to make yourself at home inside. My wife is a drone but they are easy enough to trick.

Until this settles out, I'll be keeping this street safe.

[glowing_science]

[Ema considers her options and decides on the roof. Her drone!child freaks her out a bit, so she's pretty sure she doesn't want to deal with a drone!peer. She goes over to the side yard, pushes the ladder up against the house, and climbs up. It's easier said than done in 1950s housewife attire, but she manages.]

Thank you.

[bloodon_myknife]

Not a problem. Did Alphonse give you a run down of whats going on in this city?

[For all his kindness he was holding a hunting rifle, there was a box of bullets up there, a meat cleaver tucked into his belt behind his back and a jar of unknown yellow liquid. He was pretty well armed for now.]

[glowing_science]

[Ema notes all of the armaments, quickly realizing that her paltry bottle of bleach really isn't going to do anything to protect her should he turn on her. Good thing he's being nice.]

Briefly. He said that people are trapped the next town over, and that someone--"one of us," probably--declared martial law. I've heard the past couple of broadcasts, too, so... I really arrived in the middle of a huge mess, didn't I? [She sighs softly.]

Do you do this often? [She gestures vaguely to indicate the entirety of the situation: weapons, standing on the roof, the whole nine yards.] This whole 'make a stand' thing?

[bloodon_myknife]

The martial law thing won't stand. He can't maintain it. Not with the people still in town.

As for our friends... they'll be back. It won't be pretty but they'll be back.

[Listening to her questions.]

Before I came here I was a hired killer. I was part of a war that had no end. I enjoyed it. It was a good job and the pay kept coming.

I'm not about to bend down to someone just flaunting a new ability. We are trying to get out and this sort of thing breaks up our progress.

Don't worry though, people like him are just a good way for me to avoid getting rusty. Not really a problem.

[glowing_science]

[Ema's eyes widen ever so slightly. Coming from a world where it's not wartime, the statement is a little off-putting] Right. That's good, I guess. Not getting rusty.

[She looks out at the town, or at least how much she can see from their vantage point on the roof.] This really is 1950-something suburban hell. [She squints into the distance.] Is that a graveyard over there?

[bloodon_myknife]

[He saw the look.]

I might be a killer, but I'm a killer on your side. So don't worry too much about it, there's plenty to worry about here worse than I am.

[Speaking of which he glanced out to the Graveyard.]

Yes, it's a trick though. They are trying to convince us our friends are dead from Westport and burried there.

[glowing_science]

[Busted. She averts her gaze a little.] Right, right. Sorry.

A trick, huh. This place... it has some weird power. Pulling people from who-knows-where, this barrier, brainwashing. I don't understand it. It doesn't seem scientifically possible. [And that bothers her.]

[bloodon_myknife]

It's beyond me. All I know is they did it, and that we need to find a way out. But they were simple enough to bring alot of my coworkers over, so we'll show them how much of a mistake that is.

[glowing_science]

You plan to fight back, then. [It's not a question.] That's good. That's very good.

How many of your coworkers are here?

[bloodon_myknife]

Three if you count those stuck in Westport. We have other allies here. Also a number of the people we fought back home are here. We have called a truce until this situation is settled.

You plan to help out in this little battle for freedom?