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“I like you John, I really do.” Dave said amicably as he sat down in front of the other pirate. The human glared at him from the chair he was restrained in. The chair was bolted to the floor, and John was strapped to it by his wrists and ankles. The room itself was bare except for the two chairs, and a table next to them. Dave smiled cheerfully at his captive, pulling out his revolver and putting a box of ammunition for it on the table. “And I mean it when I say that. Attacking and attempting to board the flag ship of your enemy with you slapped together freighter was brave. Completely and utterly stupid, but brave. Of course, being a leader, you can’t afford to be stupid, otherwise you’ll end up in the position you now are in. All of your crew dead, your ship being looted and stripped as we speak, and you are about to be interrogated for any and all information you have on what we both seek. But, I didn’t come here to speak of your failures.” He hefted the empty revolver. “I’m sure you’re wondering what this is. This is a revolver. A sort of pistol that only fired six shots a thousand or so years ago.” John continued to stare mutely and hatefully, no doubt thinking of all the ways he would be killing Dave right now. “ The reason I have this extinct and utterly useless gun is for one simple reason. Russian Roulette.”
John blinked. “What the hell is that?” Dave sighed, loading one bullet into his revolver and then spinning the chamber. “The ignorance of youth. Russian Roulette is where I load one bullet into the gun, spin the chamber, and then fire the weapon at you. If this wasn’t an interrogation, we’d be taking turns aiming the gun at our own heads and pulling the trigger for thrills and money. As it is, I’m going to aim it at your knee cap. If you’re unlucky, you’ll get the one bullet to the knee. But first, a question.” Resting the muzzle of the gun on John’s knee, Dave asked, “What do you know about the artifact? Aside from what everyone knows. You know, Prothean, it’s general location, how it’s worth so many credits that whoever has it can probably live and die like a king, stuff like that. Anything new to shed on the subject?” Slightly wide eyed, John shook his head. “No idea. I was just trying to get rid of competition.” Dave sighed. “Alright then. Let’s see if you’re unlucky or not.” John began to beg.
“No pleas-“ Click. John interrupted himself with small scream and a tensing in preparation for the bullet and the pain that never came. He let out a sigh of relief. Dave shrugged. “On to two bullets in the chamber then. Same question.” John began to try and persuade the pirate captain. “I’m telling you, I don’t know anything. If I did, why would I have bothered attacking you? I would have just simply went straight to the artifact.” Dave nodded, spinning the chamber with two bullets in it this time. “Perhaps. Or, you may be lying to me, trying to get me to stop before you break. Either way, I’m going to ask the same question. Then, if you give the same answer, I’m going to pull the trigger again.” He grinned at the captive man. “I may not even have to harm you once. I’ll just let your fear and your mind break you for me. Admittedly, there are other, more sophisticated ways to do such a thing, but none quite as…interesting, as this.”
John’s luck lasted until there were three bullets in the chamber. Then one tore through his kneecap. His scream echoed only faintly outside of the room. And after that, John’s luck took a turn for the worse. Every pull of the trigger was a bullet. Every bullet went through a new joint. To give him credit though, John never changed his story. It was that, as much as the fact that it was clear that he was getting nowhere, that made Dave finally put a bullet through John’s skull. Stepping out of the room, ineffectually brushing at the blood spots on his clothing, he walked briskly back to the CIC. His second in command asked, “Find out anything useful?” Dave shook his head. “Nope. Kid was just what he appeared to be, brave, stupid, and now, dead.”
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I keep reading over the characters, and keep getting reminded of just how doomed Mary would be if Lazarus wasn't there to protect her.
Well, we all have varying degrees of lore knowledge, but Dervish is the most well versed in it, as far as I know. If we all fail wiki. Though I suspect such advice is obvious. XD
Fallenreaper said
>) Good to know...
Don't you get any ideas...
No need to apologize. RL before RP.
Themerlinhawk said
are you saying angel's have both human and angel souls?
If they were born on the Surface world, yes. Lucien only has an Angel Soul (having been born before humans), while Echo's character has both human and Angel, as she was reincarnated. If you cut off Lucien's wings, two things could happen. You might get a very angry but flightless Battle Angel after you, or you might kill him instantly.
Your shit to do is of lesser importance! You must post NAOW!
Honored Brother said
8/10. It's the cliche city skyline picture everybody seems to be using but I have to admit it's beautiful none-the-less.
10/10 for Warhammer.
(I should deduct for being a follower of the Corpse Emperor, and not Papa Nurgle ;P )
Short post made. GO FREE GO!
Dirae gave an irritated glance at her dragon. A glance he pointedly ignored. “If you don’t want him there, shoo him off.” She told the Asura. “If he gets stubborn and keeps coming, back, shoot him. Try not to do it more than twice though.” The Siren grinned. “I’m not sure I can rebuild him from more than two bullet wounds.” The dragon gave another buzz. “Oh, yes I would. She has every right to shoot you if you get too annoying. The only reason I haven’t shot you yet is because I couldn’t aim at something as small and as fast as you to save my life.” Dirae retorted. The dragon buzzed again, this time more high pitched. “You don’t even know what that word means! You heard it from a drunk mercenary complaining about his wife who had left him for another man!” This could have easily gone on for several minutes, if the male Siren hadn’t arrived. He actively tried to avoid eye-contact with Dirae. That, naturally, made her actively try to catch his eye. She was curious. Was there anything, aside from the obvious, that was different between the two of them?
When the question of the plane wings came up Dirae ignored the conversation, and looked at the wings, head tilted to the side slightly. She could do it, if she had the right tools. Taking the wings off without unnecessarily damaging the plane would be fairly simple. Something she could have done in her sleep. The problem came with putting them back on so that they still worked as they had before. That would have required more time. Time that they probably wouldn’t have if they were suddenly attacked by bandits. All in all, she agreed with the rest. Trudy should fly, if only to rain bullets down upon anyone who attacked them.
“Well, if the question of ‘what should we do with the plane’ is settled, and everything else is packed, should we be going?”
When the question of the plane wings came up Dirae ignored the conversation, and looked at the wings, head tilted to the side slightly. She could do it, if she had the right tools. Taking the wings off without unnecessarily damaging the plane would be fairly simple. Something she could have done in her sleep. The problem came with putting them back on so that they still worked as they had before. That would have required more time. Time that they probably wouldn’t have if they were suddenly attacked by bandits. All in all, she agreed with the rest. Trudy should fly, if only to rain bullets down upon anyone who attacked them.
“Well, if the question of ‘what should we do with the plane’ is settled, and everything else is packed, should we be going?”
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