MURDERAN: THE STORY OF A ONE-ARMED MAN AND HOW HE TOUCHED PEOPLES' LIVES
Who: Ladd Russo, J.J, Moses, Alexander Wolfgang, Firo Prochainezo, Zack Fair, Allen Walker, Miles Edgeworth, Jonathan Teatime
What: Ladd's Fun Murder Spree Adventure!
Where: All around Nautilus!
When: Late Saturday afternoon into the night.
Warnings: Character death. Copious violence. Probably language especially considering we have an Alex.
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What: Ladd's Fun Murder Spree Adventure!
Where: All around Nautilus!
When: Late Saturday afternoon into the night.
Warnings: Character death. Copious violence. Probably language especially considering we have an Alex.
Notes ( Read more... )
"The hell's that?" It was a mutter, but a loud one. Ladd started to walk forward towards Alex, gazing at him suspiciously. Could be some kind of attack. That didn't make him scared - for his own health, Ladd rarely had deep concern - but it did make him curious. It would be a bit of a pain if someone got the jump on him during his night out. At the same time, getting caught up by someone's living shadow? That sounded like a fun experience, too. As usual, nothing could be done about the smile that crept onto his face.
In his prosthetic left hand, the shape of a magnum began to form.
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For Ladd, he saw the shapeless monster that remained in its field, unseen by many and visible only by those that had died before. And for that reason, Alexander was unable to see it. In spite of his own state, he had never died before.
So, to him, this guy was just being batshit. Seeing things.
“The fuck’re you talkin’ ‘bout? I don’t see nothin’.” Alexander’s thick, southern accent kicked in as he stood. His vision failed him so horrible that he didn’t even notice the magnum in Ladd’s hand. The light itself burned his eyes as the dead man averted his face.
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He snorted in reply to that answer, because there was obviously something there at the guy's feet - sure, he had plenty of issues running around in his brain, but there was nothing wrong with his eyes. It didn't seem to be doing much - like any shadow, it seemed stuck to the ground - but Ladd didn't come close enough for the shadow to reach him, staying a good ten feet away from Alex. The other man's difficulty seeing was apparent, and the state of his body - that Ladd could see - didn't look so good.
That didn't make a difference at all.
"I bet you don't." The brusque answer was loud enough so that this weirdo he'd found could hear it, but the derogatory tone didn't last. His voice softened, sounding playful in a way that made it obvious he wasn't playing. Ladd was out for blood tonight - this was a good excuse, right? "Hey, hey, hey, are you tryin' to make a fool out of me, buddy?"
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The dead man did not seek redemption. It was not his right to, as he’d accepted the fact that he was a sociopathic bastard who deserved nothing more than a bullet between the eyes. That was, assuming that a bullet to the head would kill him. Nothing else seemed to work.
“Fuckin’ idiot. Why would I do somethin’ like that?” Alexander barked out a crude and joyless laugh. He tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat.
He couldn’t see the gun, but instinct told him that death was nearby.
“If you’re gonna try and kill me, fuckin’ do it already.”
That’s how the song and dance begins, right?
Is it Monday or Thursday?
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This guy's attitude was really annoying. He obviously wasn't afraid at all, whoever he was; considering how he looked, it wasn't much of a stretch to say he'd probably accepted death. Ladd assumed he had some kind of sickness, and the guy was on his last legs. Even for Nautilus, an appearance like his was pretty unusual. It's not like someone would purposefully Bend themselves to look like that.
On one hand, killing a guy who was on the verge of death didn't do much for Ladd.
On the other, though, this guy's attitude about it was just infuriating. Maybe somewhere under there, he really was acknowledging his own defeat, but it just largely seemed like he didn't care.
Ladd's answer came before Alex could even finish his sentence, his hand drawn up and gun poised with a motion so quick that it was obvious he'd done this many, many, many times in the past. The trigger snapped, and with a crashing shot, the magnum blasted a bullet into the other man's abdomen.
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Not quite, but getting there.
Didn’t matter, though. Because already he was hearing the sound of a weapon. Shit. Alexander couldn’t see it, but he knew the sound of a gun very well. He especially knew the sound of bullets as they were being fired. He’d been shot and shot at plenty of times in his life to know this.
The sudden punch of bullets stabbing into his stomach didn’t invite pain; neither did it summon a scream or cry of agony. He vaguely felt the blood spurt out of the injury. The impact pushed him back a few steps, nearly bowling the dead man off his feet. Nothing more.
“Oh goddammit.” Alexander muttered as his gloved hand touched the source of the wound. He couldn’t tell until blood smeared across his fingertips that he brought to his face, that he was bleeding. “Guy. Did you seriously just shoot me?”
He sounded more incredulous than anything else. Really, how did he manage to get by this far in Nautilus without this kind of thing happening?
Wait, he did! He forgot about that other hole in his chest that hadn’t been healed over just yet.
Riiight.
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-- and he was talking? Looking baffled, Ladd lowers the smoking weapon down by his side again, staring at Alex for a moment or two. Then his gaze turns curious. Annoyed, but mostly curious. He props his hand up on his hip in an overexaggerated gesture with a 'hmph.'
"You're talkin'! I just shot you right in the gut - you should be writhin' around on the ground right now from a bullet there. I know that much. Hey, hey, what's up with you? Huh? If you're not gonna die, I want my bullet back! Heh."
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