Nope! :) He is completely oblivious~.... so fargargantuanlaughAugust 31 2011, 21:42:34 UTC
Gant's muscles slacked when Badd started babbling on about Shou. So it had been Badd all along. He was the snitch, that bastard! Gant could feel the red-hot anger rising. Thank god his tan was still pretty dark, or else me might have looked particularly tomato-ish right about then.
Placing a hand against the tiled wall to keep himself steady, Gant did all he could to keep calm. Sometimes a bit of madness seemed to shine behind his eyes when under extreme duress, and it was sparking there again, just as it had back when he had been accused of the Goodman murder. Only this time he wasn't going to leave smiling. There wasn't anything to smile about with this kind of conclusion. Not at all.
"So you're the one..." Gant's voice was low, barely perceptible, but he raised it again, accusingly. "You actually gave out that kind of information to a psychopath like Showy? That kid is serious! And you want to risk him actually doing one of his suicide murders?"
Covering his eyes with one hand, Gant did all he could in his power to calm down. God, he was glad there wasn't any sharp objects around, because who knew if his bad habit of stabbing meddlers would have reared it head.
.... Fine. Things would be fine. He had a weapon (or sure as hell had better after that damn drug test) and he would use it when necessary. But he wouldn't object to it "accidentally" discharging if he ever saw Badd at night... No. No, he couldn't do that, even if he wanted to. He had semi-promised Lana he had changed, so he would need to do all he could to keep to it. Still, it didn't mean he couldn't get back at Badd in a more indirect way.
It was only words, and only the lightest of blows to Gant's demeanor, but getting to finally hurt someone was satisfying. "Why not? It'd take care of two problems at once," he said with false joviality. "Two fewer psychotic monsters on the loose. If I can't get the state to give you that necktie you've had coming, I can at least ask around and see if I can get it done freelance."
Badd was still not sure how seriously he was supposed to take Niikura. On the one hand he was a passionate teen and it was impossible to commit a suicide killing more than once--on the other hand, there were zombies here and clones were only slightly less ridiculous. So who knew what the self-proclaimed vigilante was really capable of? Either way, it was to Badd's benefit that he'd pitted the criminals against each other. Badd leaned against the cold shower walls and folded his arms, chin lifted defiantly.
In a better frame of mind he might have considered the possibility that Niikura might go up against Gant and lose. Murdering a teenager was certainly within his range of abilities. But Badd could deal with the entire world burning down if it meant that the monsters burned with it.
Badd was serious. Seriously crazy, and seriously asking for a death wish. But no, Gant couldn't do that. Or he wouldn't. No, he wouldn't let himself go that far again. If he could help it. But the chief had an awful bad track record of keeping his impulses under control. If he happened to be in the same vicinity as Badd and also in possession of his scalpels then who knew what the outcome might be.
As it stood, he didn't have a weapon here, so the balding ex-detective would get away. This time.
Gant found himself chuckling, and even sounded a bit unhinged to his own ears. But who cared what Badd thought now? Maybe Gant was a little on the insane side by now. Landel's kind of did make one start questioning after a while. "You're delusional if you think Showy isn't one hundred percent serious. And you're more disgusting than me if you'd risk a kid's life in order to get back at a washed-up old man for just a tiny bit of satisfaction." Some might have said that Gant was no better, but at least he had never threatened a teenager's life. Sure, he got Ema into a scrape before, but that was different.
Turning away from Badd, but not completely away in case the other man decided to do something crazy, Gant started to vigorous work on washing his hair. The quicker he could get out of here and away from Badd's presence, the better.
Placing a hand against the tiled wall to keep himself steady, Gant did all he could to keep calm. Sometimes a bit of madness seemed to shine behind his eyes when under extreme duress, and it was sparking there again, just as it had back when he had been accused of the Goodman murder. Only this time he wasn't going to leave smiling. There wasn't anything to smile about with this kind of conclusion. Not at all.
"So you're the one..." Gant's voice was low, barely perceptible, but he raised it again, accusingly. "You actually gave out that kind of information to a psychopath like Showy? That kid is serious! And you want to risk him actually doing one of his suicide murders?"
Covering his eyes with one hand, Gant did all he could in his power to calm down. God, he was glad there wasn't any sharp objects around, because who knew if his bad habit of stabbing meddlers would have reared it head.
.... Fine. Things would be fine. He had a weapon (or sure as hell had better after that damn drug test) and he would use it when necessary. But he wouldn't object to it "accidentally" discharging if he ever saw Badd at night... No. No, he couldn't do that, even if he wanted to. He had semi-promised Lana he had changed, so he would need to do all he could to keep to it. Still, it didn't mean he couldn't get back at Badd in a more indirect way.
"... Suppose I can only return the favor, then."
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Badd was still not sure how seriously he was supposed to take Niikura. On the one hand he was a passionate teen and it was impossible to commit a suicide killing more than once--on the other hand, there were zombies here and clones were only slightly less ridiculous. So who knew what the self-proclaimed vigilante was really capable of? Either way, it was to Badd's benefit that he'd pitted the criminals against each other. Badd leaned against the cold shower walls and folded his arms, chin lifted defiantly.
In a better frame of mind he might have considered the possibility that Niikura might go up against Gant and lose. Murdering a teenager was certainly within his range of abilities. But Badd could deal with the entire world burning down if it meant that the monsters burned with it.
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As it stood, he didn't have a weapon here, so the balding ex-detective would get away. This time.
Gant found himself chuckling, and even sounded a bit unhinged to his own ears. But who cared what Badd thought now? Maybe Gant was a little on the insane side by now. Landel's kind of did make one start questioning after a while. "You're delusional if you think Showy isn't one hundred percent serious. And you're more disgusting than me if you'd risk a kid's life in order to get back at a washed-up old man for just a tiny bit of satisfaction." Some might have said that Gant was no better, but at least he had never threatened a teenager's life. Sure, he got Ema into a scrape before, but that was different.
Turning away from Badd, but not completely away in case the other man decided to do something crazy, Gant started to vigorous work on washing his hair. The quicker he could get out of here and away from Badd's presence, the better.
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