9th Sweep [backdated to thursday]

[mokorilove]

[So Ryo's in a bit of trouble-yes, he's been affected by this horrible hallucinogenic gas, and he's definitely not in his right mind.

You'd like it if he were perving on inanimate objects, or dudes, right? But alas, there's little humor in this situation.

He's flashing back to some pretty unsavory moments in his life; he sees jungles and enemies,

Comments

C- Fine with hurting; How long does someone stay dead in Mayfield?

[insectoidalien]

[Goddammit, this shit is why Tak doesn't like being in this house.

As quietly as she can, she retrieves a kitchen knife from a drawer.]

Re: C- 24 hours! ^^

[mokori_love]

[Nice try, but he's already turned on his knee and aiming his Colt Python at Tak; he has a bandage wrapped on his wrist, and looks rather neutral in expression.]

No te mueves-Suelta tu arma.

Death is fine then!

[insectoidalien]

[Well, dang. She stays still, but doesn't drop the knife]

Explain what you are doing here, or had better hope you are VERY good with that thing.

And try to answer in not whatever language you just used, because I have no clue what you just said.

[mokkori_love]

[He tilts his head just a little. He sees before him a man in a uniform. And what a short man he is; but he didn't seem armed... He kept it aimed, squinting an eye.]

I was injured and just needed a few supplies. I'll be gone in a few moments, if you'll let me.

[A pause.]

Where did you learn such fluent English?

[insectoidalien]

[She wants to say something along the lines that he's STILL both a thief as well as an intruder, but she respects your guts. She lowers the knife. Doesn't mean se won't still mess with you though:]

Under the surface of my home planet, 150 years ago.

[mokkori_love]

[He looks incredulously at 'the short man'.]

Excuse me? You're sounding a little loony, sorry.

Wait, dying isn't going to work. Derp, sorry

[insectoidalien]

Maybe you're the one who's crazy. Ever think of that?

[mokkorilove]

Last I recall, people only live to 100, if they're lucky. 150's stretching the truth a bit, don't you think?

[insectoidalien]

[She casually tosses away the knife, slowly walking toward you as she talks]
Well, amazing advances have been made in modern medicine. Makes people live longer...

[mokori_love]

[He decides not to bring his gun up again at the progression toward him, though he's a little unnerved by anything closer than a few feet.]

Really then-I haven't heard anything like that.

[insectoidalien]

[She veers off toward the side, like she's aiming for the cabinets behind you instead of you. Closer, closer...]

There's a gene, you know, that makes people age and die.

[Approaching striking distance...]

[mokorilove]

[He glances at her and aims at her in a split-second.]

Not any closer, please.

A gene, huh?

[insectoidalien]

[The minute you aim at her, she assumes you're going to turn her into swiss cheese. Four spidery robolegs pop out of the shell on her back to protect her from your bullets.]

[mokori_love]

...What on earth are those?

[Re-lowers his gun, just a little, because those are just strange...]

[insectoidalien]

[She doesn't reply, instead taking the chance to try and knock the gun out of your hand.]

[mokkori_love]

[Consider it knocked out of his hand.]

Wait a minute, I'm not trying to shoot you, idiot!

[He falls back, knowing where his knife is but not reaching for it.]