Day 41: Lunch

[perfectrecord]

Just as von Karma started to enter the doorway leading to the Courtyard to look around for anyone remotely resembling his daughter, that pretentious lunatic's voice rang out over the Intercom, heralding the approach of lunch time. Right away, the damned nurse practically dragged him back into the cafeteria and towards the serving tables, telling

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[justlovesyogurt]

Train all you want at dodging and blocking, sometimes you're just going to want to take a punch to the face. In these situations, I recommend angling your head so that your opponent's fist connects with some part of your forehead. No matter how well trained you are, get hit in or around the temple and your jawbone can pinch some very important nerve clusters when it shifts. You'll be in severe pain, unconscious, or worse.

Michael took Lockdown's punch and sprawled backwards, out of reach of the robot's other hand, peeling the note off the ground as he did. He hid his face behind it, with the words facing towards Lockdown.

"Oww! Don't hurt me dude! I'm sorry! I'm sorry. Here! Take it back. Take it back!"

As Michael spoke he was quickly scanning the contents of the note through the back of the paper. The water he'd soaked it with had turned the paper translucent, and the black letters stood out out boldly against the fluorescent lights he was now holding it up to. Aidou Hanabusa ... not familiar. Michael got about halfway into the physical description before he decided to stop pushing his luck.

"Please, man, take it!"

[captain_hunam]

"Hey!" Now that was just wrong! Chaz might've been an idiot, but hitting him?! Zelnick was over the table, quick as he could, and setting himself between the tattooed guy and Chaz, arms crossed and back straight. "Cool down, mister! He made a mistake, yeah, but you don't have to assault him for it!" he snapped, indignantly, eyes narrowed.

[ruthless_hunter]

Lockdown took his paper back, looking it over and making sure the ink hadn't ran. He read it once more over, closed his optics and went over it in his head. Good, he'd memorized it, and it would still be in his processor until after the job was done, then he'd forget what the target looked like again, as usual. The bounty hunter tore the paper up and stuffed the pieces in his pockets, planning to dispose of them later.

He finally seemed to notice the other human who had accompanied the man with the strange accent. Rather short for a human, and his hair was that common brown color he'd seen on quite a few patients.

Lockdown looked past the brown-haired man to glare at the idiot on the floor, his voice dripping with menace, "Yeah, well, just don't touch my stuff next time, or else I'll do much worse than just punch you." He wished his had his chainsaw to demonstrate, but for now, he would just have to put all his threat into his voice.