[65] bang bang

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[action, all week]

[Oh, no. Dist is too jaded from Thanksgiving to drink anything the town encourages him to. And being droned? Not that bad; it seems to wear off daily just long enough to give him a chance to drink, and when he doesn't it puts him under again. He can risk it when he gets sick of the cycle, after all. His house is full of drones;

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Re: Friday - B

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[Saphir turns around, pleasant as pie, speaking cheerfully (if quietly) as he reloads.]

Ah, Miss Liebert! It's wonderful to see you taking such an interest in our establishment's friendly, calm environment! I have only been removing those who cause trouble, you know. Busy busy!

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[The shot lands, as drone!Dist is not really expecting it at all. He doesn't even show any pain, though the shot has rendered the arm mostly unusable.]

Well, how rude! This is a library, we can't have you causing a scene!

[Dist raises his gun and fires off a shot; it goes wild, because his dominant arm has been taken out, but still.]

B

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[Mart's just sitting in the park, trying to get his mind off things when who should apporach but Dist]

Hiya Pinky!

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Well, afternoon there, champ! These long days at the end of summer sure are the best, aren't they?

[This is totally normal behavior for Dist. Absolutely.]

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[Mart scratches his chin, something about this guy seems... off.]

You doing okay, Pinky?

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Now, you know perfectly well that I'm Saphir Neis, the librarian! And I'm feeling just dandy; a hearty glass of milk in the morning sure does a body good!

[Hey, is that a gun? Why is he pulling it?]

B or C?

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[He probably should have maintained more contact with Dist than he had. But things had happened, he'd closed himself off.]

[But there he is. In all his shiny Corvette glory.]

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Well, would you look at that! That's a mighty fine set of wheels you've got there, stranger!

[Dist taps on the window, all smiles.]

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[Stranger?]

[He rolls the window down, absently flicking his hologram into place. It's easy to forget sometimes, that humans like human faces to talk to.]

Dist? It's me.

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Oh dear, how could I have forgotten? It has been so long since we've seen one another, you know! Have you been drinking your milk?

[He rests his elbows on the window frame, a gun dangling absently from his fingers.]

totally counts |D

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[Oh! Well that certainly is a surprise! Dist turns around, chuckling a little, but blood foams up in his mouth; one of his lungs has been pierced, and even though he doesn't feel the pain, he likely won't be up for long. His voice has a gurgling quality to it when he speaks.]

Well, how terribly rude of you!

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[A drone body may not be able to feel pain, but it can certainly begin to drown, so any proper reply Dist might have had degenerates into more foaming blood, his body starting to stumble backwards. A final stab? Won't be difficult.]