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WHERE: Rorschach's room.
WHO: Elle Driver, Marvin, Daniel 'Nite Owl' Dreiberg, and Rorschach
WARNINGS: Violence, character death.
Rorschach might be a paranoid bastard, but he couldn't pass up a lead. And Elle was sure his paranoia had worked in her favour: he would be expecting danger at the 'meeting', not suspecting that it could be a ruse to allow Elle to slip into his room and poison every bit of food he owned.
The locks were tough- the man valued his security- but Elle had talent and time in abundance. She wasn't afraid of being spotted as she picked the door; most people stayed away from the crazy guy's room.
The door swung open and Elle slid inside, closing it behind her. For an obssessive, Rorschach's room wasn't very well-organized. Piles of discarded cans and sheafs of scribbled conspiracy theories decorated the floor, and there were few surfaces without some sort of stain. Perfect. Just her, Rorschach's food, her 'additives', and an empty-
"Hello Mistress Driver!"
Elle damn near jumped out of her skin, pulling her sword from sheer reflex on the dopey-looking robot. Marvin stood there with a feather duster, oblivious. "What," she hissed, "the fuck are you doing here?"
"Being helpful!" The robot chirped. "Master Mcninja told me about the deplorable state of Master Kovacs' living conditions, and recommended that I 'surprise' him with a clean room. My keymaking programming was useful for once! Hooray! Are you here to help, Mistress Driver?"
She stared, wondering what to do with a robotic witness. "Let me put it this way," she said slowly. "Once I'm done, this guy will never have to worry about hygiene again." This job isn't going to be easy, she realized...
WHO: Elle Driver, Marvin, Daniel 'Nite Owl' Dreiberg, and Rorschach
WARNINGS: Violence, character death.
Rorschach might be a paranoid bastard, but he couldn't pass up a lead. And Elle was sure his paranoia had worked in her favour: he would be expecting danger at the 'meeting', not suspecting that it could be a ruse to allow Elle to slip into his room and poison every bit of food he owned.
The locks were tough- the man valued his security- but Elle had talent and time in abundance. She wasn't afraid of being spotted as she picked the door; most people stayed away from the crazy guy's room.
The door swung open and Elle slid inside, closing it behind her. For an obssessive, Rorschach's room wasn't very well-organized. Piles of discarded cans and sheafs of scribbled conspiracy theories decorated the floor, and there were few surfaces without some sort of stain. Perfect. Just her, Rorschach's food, her 'additives', and an empty-
"Hello Mistress Driver!"
Elle damn near jumped out of her skin, pulling her sword from sheer reflex on the dopey-looking robot. Marvin stood there with a feather duster, oblivious. "What," she hissed, "the fuck are you doing here?"
"Being helpful!" The robot chirped. "Master Mcninja told me about the deplorable state of Master Kovacs' living conditions, and recommended that I 'surprise' him with a clean room. My keymaking programming was useful for once! Hooray! Are you here to help, Mistress Driver?"
She stared, wondering what to do with a robotic witness. "Let me put it this way," she said slowly. "Once I'm done, this guy will never have to worry about hygiene again." This job isn't going to be easy, she realized...