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I feel this current it's so strong

Jul 20, 2011 22:40

WHO: deus_ex_100 and swwag
WHERE: Gracie Mansion
WHEN: Last tonight
WARNINGS: Trolls. Also violence.
SUMMARY: It's a surprise!
FORMAT: Para!!

( It gets me further down the line; it gets me closer to the light )

mitchell hundred | the great machine, eridan ampora | prince of hope

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swwag July 21 2011, 20:08:15 UTC

It was time for a change.

This is what Eridan had decided earlier, feeling the healing marks from Kanaya's fangs bitterly. Gamzee was slinking far ahead of him in kills, he and Rose and even fucking Kanaya had managed beating him soundly so far, and Eddie was getting fed up with his ward's streak of botched murder attempts and humiliating failures. It was only a matter of time before his kismesis dumped him for a blackmate who offered more of a challenge and his moirail got sick of him and his theatrics, just like the last one did. Eridan was positive of all this, and the more he thought about it, the more sure he became.

So he'd kill someone important (and the most important person in the City was obviously its leader), brag tell his quadrantmates, and then go about his normal routine. Take a long break after this, pick up some useful skills and shit from Eddie and his homeschoolfeeding or whatever, and make sure Gamzee didn't get lose his other arm. It'd be sorta like a big last hurrah before he begrudgingly played nice for a ( ... )

homomachinis July 21 2011, 21:38:48 UTC

It wouldn't be hard to find him. The entire mansion was dark. There were so many rooms, but only one was actually occupied, and the sound of the television humming was something that echoed through the entire hallway leading to Mitch's room. Sadly for him, windows were not machines, and he couldn't speak with them. There was no alarm on the antique windows, nothing to raise his awareness that there might be something going on in the house ( ... )

swwag July 22 2011, 21:06:09 UTC

Initially Eridan moved stealthily (or as much as he had the patience for) through the halls, towards the noise. But when he realized security was practically nil, he just strolled on up to the only lit room in the mansion, pushing the door to said room open and spotting Mitch. He could try and shoot from here, if he wanted to. The odds of hitting his target were good, and even if he did miss, he'd probably have a second or two of disorientation on Mitch's part to shoot again.

Unfortunately, Eridan had an ego. The act of murder just wasn't as satisfying when they died unawares.

So instead of doing things the way he probably should, stealthy and efficient, he purposefully rapped his gun against the doorway. Loudly. Then he took aim.

homomachinis July 22 2011, 21:13:42 UTC

Guns were funny things when they were in use. They didn't list targets, they just stated that the bullet was in the chamber, the gun was cocked, and the trigger had not been pulled. Or it might say that there was no bullet in the chamber, or that it wasn't cocked. Guns lied, though. He'd learned that one quickly enough. Guns were lying liars who didn't give a damn what was going on, but they wanted to be used.

Although the din of constant noise in the room was loud, the addition of a new voice was enough to make his head swivel before he'd even heard the rapping on the doorway. The pen and paper forgotten, they fell to the floor silently, carpet muffling any sound.

"JAM." he told the gun, standing up and spinning in a smooth motion. Okay, so he might be an out of shape politician, but he had been a superhero, and some instincts didn't go away no matter how much time you spent away from them.

"Who the fuck are you?" Okay, so there was considerably more information he wanted than that, but it'd be a start, at least.

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