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[lfetimewarranty]

Characters: Xanxus [ getmesomewhisky  ], Reffy [ lfetimewarranty  ] and later Zeke [ thenotmagician  ] (closed)
Location: Sergei's.
Date: Present.
Rating: PG-13. Reffy is going to die, but she's a robot and has no squishy hyooman parts besides her skin.

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[getmesomewhisky]

A tall man silently enters the restaurant, sitting down at one of the tables and reading the menu. It's not too often that you find people coming to restaurants alone, but Xanxus is exactly the kind of person who would. He's kind of annoyed by the fact that there doesn't seem to be any waiters or waitresses around, but hopefully someone will come out soon. Otherwise he'll just have to help himself to something.

[lfetimewarranty]

Rfena is entirely unaware of Xanxus arriving, or she would at least tell him she's not a professional cook, and that the professional ones will be back soon. Or that he can use the kitchen on his own.

She's also beginning to think that "a watched pot never boils" may have some reality, even though her internal clock tells her it hasn't been that long.

[getmesomewhisky]

After only a few minutes, Xanxus is already fed up and pushes his seat out and gets up, storming into the kitchen. He pushes the door open rather forcefully as he enters, making a loud banging sound as his hands slam against them. He notices the woman standing by the pot, though the first thing he really notices about her is the robotic arm. Oh great, another freak.

"Hey," he says in Italian, with a rather demanding tone. "Make me some steak."

If she's a robot, then maybe she can understand lots of different languages...?

[lfetimewarranty]

Though not inclined to visibly show it, Rfena is startled by the door slamming open, and jerks her head up, watching Xanxus enter. This man doesn't look entirely friendly.

She blinks once when he speaks, and then shakes her head. She recognizes the language as Italian, but she can't understand it.

"I do not speak that," she says finally, on the off chance he understands English.

[getmesomewhisky]

Unfortunately, he doesn't, but he recognizes the language of course. After all, everyone in this fucking hellhole speaks it. Except for him. Xanxus is really sick and tired of everyone speaking English at him, and no, he is not in the mood to text message right now. He's starving, and the only cook in the kitchen doesn't speak Italian. Why can't he just talk when he wants something like a fucking normal person?

He approaches Rfena, expression darkening. Then, he grabs her by the collar of her shirt and pulls her close.

"Make me a fucking steak now, you good-for-nothing robot," he growls, "or I'll fucking kill you."

[lfetimewarranty]

The frustration is pretty visible on Xanxus' face as he approaches, and while Rfena is sympathetic to what she assumes his plight might be - plenty of people complain on the comms about no one speaking their language - violence is not the answer.

There's no mistaking it, anyway, when he grabs the front of her shirt. Her own expression changes - becoming flat and unreadable, her version of annoyed.

"I am sorry, but I still do not understand you. Now unhand me." As she says this, she raises her robotic arm to his wrist and applies pressure. It's not enough to hurt, but more of a warning. She doesn't realize it might not be a good idea to do that to an annoyed man.

[getmesomewhisky]

No, it is not a good idea at all. Xanxus's free hand quickly travels to that robotic wrist, grabbing onto it. He doesn't try to pry it off or anything; instead, that hand that he used to grab it with suddenly releases a hot, bright orange glow that soon develops into flames. It's slowly draining his energy as he keeps the flame alive, but Xanxus doesn't show any signs of strain on his face.

[lfetimewarranty]

Rfena doesn't register pain the same way that humans do, and that arm isn't wired to even alert her sensors that damage has happened. But she can see it, at least, the flame engulfing his hand and her wrist.

She pulls on the arm, trying to get away from him, and at the same time her free hand comes up to shove against his chest with all her strength. It's more than you'd expect from a human her size, but it's not overpowering, considering Xanxus size and abilities.

[getmesomewhisky]

The moment he feels the pressure against his chest, Xanxus plants a foot into the ground behind him to keep himself from flying back, and then he pushes back with all his might, aiming to pin her against the wall. He lets the flame die for now, not wanting to waste all of his energy.

[lfetimewarranty]

She's shoved back a few moments later, pinned to the wall, though she immediately begins struggling.

"Let go!" she shouts, partly in the hopes he will and partly in case someone will hear her. She tries digging her fingernails into his chest.

[getmesomewhisky]

Sorry, Rfena, that isn't going to work so easily. Xanxus disregards the pain and grabs a hold of that robotic arm again, attempting to rip it clean off. He has no real explanation for this act of violence other than he's been bottling up negative feelings for a while now and needs to vent somehow.

[lfetimewarranty]

Well, poppycocks. Rfena hears the creak of the bolts that were used to attach it - it's not as well welded as her other arm, and it can and will come off if he tugs hard enough.

The bolts are already loosening, protesting this treatment, and she tries kicking at one of his legs. She isn't blind with panic, but for the first time in her life she can't quite say she's turning off her emotions to deal with the situation. She doesn't know what he's doing. He could be trying to take her apart piece by piece, which is as good as death and she doesn't want to die.

[getmesomewhisky]

The kick makes him stop for a moment, but he doesn't really budge from his spot. Xanxus resumes tugging at the arm again after he recovers from the pain, putting more force behind it this time.

[lfetimewarranty]

There isn't a warning cry from Rfena; one minute her arm is attached, the next moment the bolts are ripping free and the arm is separated from her body.

Rfena spares half a second to look at it before she tries to knee him in the stomach.

[getmesomewhisky]

The blow is powerful enough to cause Xanxus to double over in pain, dropping the now separated arm onto the ground beside him. Like before, however, he makes a quick recovery and pushes against Rfena to keep her against the wall, and shoves a hand into the opening where her severed arm used to be. He can feel all sorts of things in there, and he does the best he can to break as many things as possible, using his flame to hopefully speed up the process.

[lfetimewarranty]

Rfena tries to make a dash for it, but right now she is feeling the difference between a stolen body and one that might be made for combat.

When he shoves his hand into her body cavity, her internal sensors go off, warning about heat overload and internal damage.

Rfena tries to land a solid blow on his chin, but Xanxus is working fast. Her generator is overheating, and he manages to sever the line connecting it to the rest of her body.

She struggles for a few moments, but the remaining energy rapidly drains out and she goes limp after a moment, for all intents and purposes down for the count.