[Thread] Playtime!

[larandorder]

Who: Larxene [larandorder] and Seras Victoria [lamiaunderlaw].
Where: One of Terra’s "calmer" areas, the fourteenth precinct.
When: A few hours after this; a while after dusk has set in.
Summary: Tired of mere window shopping, Larxene decides to finally procure
Rating: Probably R for violence.
Other: In the sense, it’s a fellow-up to a previous log with the two.

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[lamiaunderlaw]

At least it was better than paperwork.

The nights had been getting colder lately and Seras was grateful that they deemed to make the police uniforms from sturdy cloth, enough to protect against the chill wind that was blowing now. Though her partner seemed to be doing worse than she was in it, he kept rubbing his hands together and mumbling into the collar of his coat. Not very nice words either.

Sighing the blonde looked back down the street, her bizarrely good nightvision picking up the road ahead in brilliant detail. Nothing, empty and dull as ever. She kept wondering why they still ran patrols through here when nothing ever happened, especially when the Joker had been running riot throughout the city. But now he was caught she guessed it was getting things back to normal and that meant dumping her back on the easy patrols.

Sometimes though Seras just wished something would happen. Anything, to break up the nights monotony.

[larandorder]

Be careful what you wish for

[lamiaunderlaw]

It all happened in a matter of seconds, but she registered every movement as if it was in slow-motion

[larandorder]

Larxene wasn't concerned with the gun. In the bluntest of terms, it was a pea shooter. A standard-issue .38 revolver, a six-shooter. Unless Seras went for the face, the bullets would be largely stopped by her own personal armor. Besides, it wasn't like Seras was going to shoot her any time soon. Just as she had planned and hoped for, Seras seemed to have swallowed the bait. Though the fact that she was as badly shaken as she was could just as likely have been the product of the fact that it was the first few hours of her first night shift and she was already staring death in the eyes, more-or-less literally. Not that it mattered though; as long as Larxene wasn't getting her face pumped full of lead, she was a "happy" Nobody