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[bitingcynicism]

[Tonight, emerging from deep in the cornfields, there is a young man. A young man who has been liberally splashed in zombie blood and other ichor and whose eyes glow a flickering red. At his side, is a smoking gun, which he's proceeding to reload, even as his eyes scan the rows of corn for more targets. He also looks completely exhausted to the

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[raburaburabu]

*oooh what is thiiiis*

[bitingcynicism]

[Senses her presence almost immediately and whirls around to face her, half lifting the Bloody Rose.]

[raburaburabu]

*smiles, just a little! because you are far from the first person to wave a deadly weapon in my face little boy. also, you are maybe the least frightening*

Such a terrible greeting.

[bitingcynicism]

[Not lowering said weapon either but breathing heavily, as the red hue in his eyes intensifies slightly.]

I don't feel like dealing with you tonight.

[weed_it_n_reap]

This looks troublesome.

[bitingcynicism]

[Looks up briefly, as one bullet falls to the ground.]

They've fallen back.

[weed_it_n_reap]

[Sticks his shears under his arm and pulls out a pad of paper and a pen]

Elaborate. Who has fallen back?

[bitingcynicism]

[Ignoring fallen bullet and instead taking a closer look at him.]

Who are you?

[my_numbertwo]

. . . Zero.

[bitingcynicism]

[Very busy struggling with this bullet here.]

... What?

[my_numbertwo]

You're going overboard.

[bitingcynicism]

You're wrong. I'm just making sure I don't.

[lipstickittoyou]

*walking over to :|*

[bitingcynicism]

[Clearly staggering in his movements but looks up when he sees her and straightens.]

Stay there, Ebi. It's fine.

[lipstickittoyou]

*snorts and walks the rest of the way, tugging a tissue out of her bag and wiping the blood and other uck off his face*

[bitingcynicism]

[Jerks away, some red still flashing in his eyes.]

I said it's fine. I just needed something...

[criticalbit]

[stopping.]

. . . ah . . .

[bitingcynicism]

[... And there goes another bullet to the ground.]

[criticalbit]

[Not coming any closer for now.]

Zero.

[bitingcynicism]

[Picking that one up very slowly and almost losing it again.]

What do you want? This isn't your problem.