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[ice_echani]

Characters: Brianna (ice_echani) and Vimes (stonyfaced)
Date/Time: August 15th, late morning
Location: Yard Sale
Rating: PG. NOES THE MANNEQUINS!!
Summary: Two "civilians" have a chat.

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[stonyfaced]

Unlike Brianna, Vimes couldn't feel the presence of those around him and was rather consumed in his current task. This task consisted mainly of tearing apart the mannequins (taking particular pleasure in popping their arms off and discarding them to the side), but at the moment that Brianna arrived, he was busying himself with swearing at a mannequin. The bright red mark on his collarbone betrayed the fact that one of them had managed to shoot one of those pesky rubber bullets at him and he appeared to be deriving great delight in taking revenge.

He really was very creative with his vulgarities when he thought nobody was listening. On top of that, he was loud. His revenge consisted of popping all of the limbs off of that particular mannequin, stealing its gun and trying his hand at shooting it, more out of curiosity as to how the guns worked than anything else. To his vast disappointment, the rubber bullet bounced right off of it and back into his face, which resulted in him hurriedly chucking the gun off to the side. He

[ice_echani]

...On second thought, Brianna didn't really need the Force to find Vimes. Nor did anyone else who had a functioning inner ear. She resisted the urge to stand there and watch him exercise his feelings on the mannequin and its previously-attached limbs and pulled down a few more with the Force instead.

"I would hope that most people are remaining indoors," she replied, eyes lingering on the discarded gun for a moment. "Even a weapon loaded with rubber bullets can be dangerous." The words you could have lost an eye lurked beneath the statement.

She turned and threw her lightsaber through another pair of mannequins in rainbow uniforms. "I trust that you have seen the posters."

/RUINS ALL SRSBZNSS WITH SILLINESS FOREVER

[stonyfaced]

"I realize that," Vimes said sourly. "They're better than regular bullets, at least. If you could slow down the projectile a bit, they wouldn't make bad tools for watchmen. Less capable of killing a man than a crossbow. I did issue an order for watchmen to encourage people to go inside, didn't I?"

At the mention of the posters, however, Vimes' expression sobered. It wasn't that he put on his crotchety grumbling and rather sharp exterior as a mask - he really was irritable, and he really wasn't nice as far as he was concerned - but it was useful for when he didn't want to run around looking worried all the time. And truth be told, he was worried all the time. It was difficult to be anything else with Edensphere acting the way it was. If there was anyone who wasn't worried right now, Vimes privately thought, he was either an idiot or lived in a small dark room completely alone and also happened to be deaf and blind

WHAT RUINING

[ice_echani]

"I've relayed that information," said Brianna. She'd written what she hoped was a sufficiently clear and official-seeming announcement in the journal and added written instructions in the Watchouse itself, although she didn't expect it to satisfy everyone.

She watched as he pulled himself upright--no longer engaged in the peculiar relaxation of wailing on the mannequin. (Mostly.)

"Rainbow and grey. It is... highly symbolic." Her tone said clearly what she thought of symbolism; it was not a positive opinion. "But with such obvious emblems... I think it means that the grey power is diminishing."

Her frown deepened. "I am glad that we do not have uniforms. It would make our duties far more difficult, and... I would not like to wear the colors of either 'side' in this battle."

[stonyfaced]

"Good, good," he said with an absent nod, and slipped his truncheon back into his belt where it belonged, though his hand hovered over it just in case another opportunity arose. Frankly, he could easily disarm the damned mannequins with his hands alone, but it was a lot more fun smacking them about with a blunt object.

Ah, symbolism. He never liked the blasted stuff, but he was able to wrap his head around it. Not that this required any thought whatsoever, he thought. "Obvious? The bloody things are beating people over the head with their meaning. The only way they could be more obvious is if you put a target on each of 'em." He glowered. Vimes had a champion glower. His face was just made for it. "I don't like the lot of them. People here are just civilians. They shouldn't be forced into one godsawful side against another."