[Center][h2]Rui & David[/h2][/Center]
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There was a soulful humming heard down 5th avenue as bodies began to pile on, a voice which sounded like David Bowie's singing in time with the rhythm of a firearm shooting in a three-round burst.

[color=00a651]"Busier today, huh?"[/color] Rui asked as his arm was dragged toward the left. He turned his head, squeezed the trigger, and a shot was fired into a man's chest.

[color=f6989d]"I hadn't noticed."[/color] His weapon replied to him in a gleeful tone, barely able to contain its laughter each time a round fired out its barrel.

For a gun, Rui's firearm looked a bit too flamboyant, painted blue and covered in yellow stars. It looked more like a plastic toy than an actual firearm and the way its bayonet sparkled made it look almost as if it had been wearing make-up. That is, if knives could even wear make-up.

The gun pointed itself forward, ready to fire once again, until someone had appeared, apparently out of a tree to stab his target with a set of claws. ( [@LemonZest1337] )

[color=f6989d]"Excuse me."[/color] A voice sounded out from the direction of a shy-looking Japanese man in a business suit carrying a pastel-colored weapon in his arm and a wooden plank on his back, but it did not sound like the man in question. As far as anyone could tell, it had a British accent, and indeed, the man's mouth didn't even move. [color=f6989d]"That was going to be my kill. If you would be so kind as to go somewhere else, I might even-"[/color] the voice stopped itself as the Japanese man was dragged forward, leading by the bayonet and toward the clawed man.

Rui huffed. His nose was stuffy and he wanted to go home, yet there he was. His legs moved reluctantly as his weapon lead him toward danger, ready to stab another person, the bayonet aimed squarely toward Nathan's chest.