Silence hung heavy in the air. Logan scratched the side of his head, awkwardness showing rather strongly. Daisuke seemed to be thinking about it, but for all Logan knew, he could just be in a stunned silence, or trying to decide whether Logan was being honest, or just looking out for himself - sure, Logan didn't lie, but not everybody knew that.
Not the answer Logan had been anticipating, but not particularly unexpected either.
"I'm sick of just waiting for everyone else to solve my problems. It's time I actually did something right for a change. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I just sat back and let you do all the hard work?"
Sigh. Of. Fucking. Relief.
Speaking of not lieing, Logan certainly hadn't been when he said he didn't want to fight Kris, that he didn't want to kill, or die. He liked to think that he would've been able to do it, but as luck would have it, just then wasn't his opportunity to find out the truth. Heroic semi-badass facade or not, the boy - having had time to think his plans through - absolutely dreaded having to actually live up to the challenge he'd set for himself.
"Follow me on three. If I get shot, you know what to do. Ready?"
Wait, what? Fuck, good point, just because Logan wasn't going to be holding the gun, didn't mean he wasn't going to take part. Maybe he wouldn't have to shoot anyone, but in retrospect, maybe being armed would still be preferable. Or it would just make him a more attractive target... he resolved just not not think about it so much. Roll with it, hope for the best, be ready for the worst.
Yeah, ready for the worst, that's a laugh. It was hard enough imagining putting a bullet through someone's head, but a steel spike on a stick? Even less palateable. He couldn't lie to himself, as much as he wanted to do so, if Kris started shooting, it was going to end badly.
He couldn't lie to Daisuke, either. "Of course I'm not ready, but do we have a choice? Let's just do it and hope for the best."
So hope for the best they did. After a count of three, Daisuke went out first, weapon raised. Logan picked up the hakapik from where it rested against the wall and followed, his left hand on the base of the handle, his right high along it near the head. In truth, he had no idea how it was meant to be used, so he just assumed it should work like a felling axe, just with a point instead of a blade. The morning glare had worn off, mostly, and Logan could quite plainly see that their target wasn't there.
"Fuck! We had her! We fucking HAD her, and I let her get away!"
2x sigh-of-fucking-relief combo. Armed and dangerous, probably unhinged girls not being around, quite a nice thing to see. On the flip side...
"And who the fuck are you!"
Someone else. Also armed. Probably drove Kris off... which means... shit.
"He's the guy that scared a double-murderer off, so I'd be very nice to him if I were you."
Every time you fall asleep you die. Someone else wakes up in your body, thinking they're you.
You are alone and trapped in your own mind, the world around you is your lie.
Soon you will be nothing, you will never again hear sounds, never again see colours, never again be anyone.
appreciates that Action Needs an Audience
, but it's hard not to watch. Hair Status: Bubblegum Pink
Parallel with: The Heavy Weapons Guy
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- G045 - Ema Ryan - Never made it home.
Reaching out for someone who was never there, laying flat on her face in a pool of her own blood in the Residential Area; Maladjusted
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Status - Dead: Succumbed to wounds inflicted by Saul Fetteralf and Raidon Naoko
Weaponry on body - Falcata, Hunga Munga, Vektor CP1 - 0/10 (+ 2/10 & 10/10), Colt Anaconda - 5/6 + 12, Model 14 Nambu - 0/8 + 3/8 Taurus PT99 - 7/15 + 1x15, Model 176B - 5 darts
[9/276] - 8 Kills - Died Day 13
B114 - Logan Reynolds - Told himself a little harmless lie.
Laying under blood and broken glass in the Hall of Mirrors; Laisse tomber les filles
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Status - Dead: Shotgunned by Bill Davis
[153/276] - 0 Kills - Died Day 6
B152 - Steve Barnes - Found a little piece of heaven.
Laying headless in the middle of the Fun Fair; Break Up And Break Down
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Status - Dead: Decapitated by Hayley Kelly
[245/276] 0 Kills - Died Day 2
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- Brown #3: Eloise Winterburn told herself she wouldn't beg.
Location: Somewhere out in The Open Plains - A Portrait Of Skin
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Status: Dead - Shot by Jacob Langston Zachariah Johnston
Weaponry: Sledgehammer [Taken by Jacob]
Pink #5: Isaac King had ironic last thoughts, come to think of it.
Location: The Cruise Ship - Magical Bunny Girl Warrior Sidney-Chan
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Status: Dead - Shot by Vincent Sullivan
Weaponry: IMI Desert Eagle [Taken by Vincent]