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outsiderslogs2013-04-02 08:53 pm
eclipsemercs) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-04-02 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
merc killin'
who. the eclipse initiates.
what. merc killin’
where. various locations on omega.
when. various times this week.
warnings. Murder, likely blood and gore.
The Eclipse initiates won’t find they’re given too much in the way of direction when they’re given the information on their targets. Eclipse doesn't care how they do it, as long as they get it done, in the end. The biggest rule is to make sure they don’t get caught, and that it can’t be traced back to the initiates.
The would-be mercenaries are given some very basic information and cut loose. Complete the kills within the week, and come back with proof.
what. merc killin’
where. various locations on omega.
when. various times this week.
warnings. Murder, likely blood and gore.
The Eclipse initiates won’t find they’re given too much in the way of direction when they’re given the information on their targets. Eclipse doesn't care how they do it, as long as they get it done, in the end. The biggest rule is to make sure they don’t get caught, and that it can’t be traced back to the initiates.
The would-be mercenaries are given some very basic information and cut loose. Complete the kills within the week, and come back with proof.
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"I'm alone," he says before he opens the door, stepping aside. "And I have to say, you're really not my type, because my type isn't a couple decades younger than me."
But he lets Marco inside none the less, closing the door behind him - leaving it unlocked, though.
"What are you here for?" Arthur had an idea, sure, but he wanted to be positive about it.
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Marco helped himself to a seat and opened the box on his lap, digging in to a slice right away. Cold pizza with weird toppings wasn't the most appealing food ever, but he'd gotten used to eating a lot of gross pizza over the past few weeks.
"But anyway, cutting to the chase. I'm here to borrow a cup of sugar. And by a cup of sugar, I mean a gun, and you for like twenty minutes of your life."
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Despite not knowing this Marco at all, he still felt some responsibility towards him - he could become the Marco that was on Sacrosanct, if he wasn't here.
"You need help with your initiation," he ends up saying after a moment, quirking an eyebrow up. He moves away from the wall, moving towards Marco and snagging a piece of pizza before he moves past him.
Anchovies remind him of Mal, but he still takes a bite.
"You have a plan?" He asks Marco after he turns around, swallowing. Like killing someone isn't a big deal at all.
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"Dude gets off his guard shift. Dude goes to bar. Dude has a few drinks. Dude stumbles home." Each step was ticked off on a greasy finger, the result of tailing his target for a few days and figuring this out. "Somewhere between bar and home, he usually pops off his helmet, since who the hell sits at a bar with their helmet on, anyway. One night, he encounters a lost delivery boy wandering around. Drunk and unsuspecting, dude offers the kid help, except the kid is secretly an assassin sent to take him out and blows off his head with a gun he had to borrow from his friend because said kid doesn't have his own. Said friend also happens to be hanging around the corner as backup in case something goes horribly wrong, and then shows up to grab the gun so the kid isn't caught with it and cooly walk away while said kid posts a video of the dead body onto the internet and pretends to be horrified at finding a corpse in order to declare his own innocence for a clean getaway."
Yep, totally not a big deal.
"Good story?"
typo sniper, the new game from drawzel studios
It's admittedly not a bad plan. Not perfect, but not bad, and will probably work for what they're doing. That's a terrible thought to have.
"I'd honestly prefer not drawing attention to the body, but it helps keep your cover," he gestures to the pizza. "It's your job."
He quickly finishes his slice and wipes his hands down on a nearby towel . "I'll help you. But first things first, you ever shot a gun before?"
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"I've got every single high score ranking on every House of the Dead machine within fifty miles of San Diego."
ooh mememe
He turns to get the gun he bought recently in prep for assassinating Liani.
"I won't get into the fancier options on the gun, but I'll show you how to aim, sight and fire, and how to put the safety on and off."
feel free to skip training montage and cut straight to kill?
Marco shrugs. People have been telling him video games were a complete waste of time and wouldn't give him any applicable real-world skills for his entire life; all he's hoping now is that what they said about how he'd be desensitized to violence and murder would turn out to be true.
So far, so good. His moral alarm bells haven't started screaming at him yet.
sure!
Once Marco tells him his target should be hitting the bar, they go to lie in wait.
"Good luck," Arthur offers before going to wait around the corner, pretending to be a loiterer examining his omni-tool.
marco puking the first time he sees real-life gore is totally canon
He tails his target for a few blocks, until they get a little bit out of the way of the main foot traffic around Afterlife. He knows the path to take, and sprints ahead by a block so that he can plant himself near the alleyway he picked out earlier. The pistol's hot at his side.
It's over quickly because Marco doesn't let himself get psyched out about it: flip open his omni-tool to pull up a map, pester the tipsy Patrick for directions, turn down the alleyway and walk a few steps, get confused again and ask Patrick to look over the map, bring up the gun and press it against the side of his head while Patrick leans down, pull the trigger and splatter brain chunks all over the wall.
Marco's mostly focused on the recoil he was warned about. The gun almost jumps from his hand; he yelps at the noise and stumbles backwards a few steps, but the job is already finished. Patrick's body is on the ground, and in the eerie silence following the gunshot, Marco catches sight of the mess he just made and promptly pukes cold pizza all over the street.
8(
Marco yelps at the same time the gun fires, and then there's silence before there's the distinct sound of someone losing their lunch. Arthur wants to be comforting but there's bigger problems now.
He rounds the corner he was around and is greeted by the side of a corpse with a missing chunk of head, a mess, and Marco.
He doesn't ask if Marco's okay. He's not. Instead he goes over to pull the gun out of Marco's hand.
"You're gonna be fine," he says, his voice steady. "Take the video once I'm out of here. I'll be nearby if you run into trouble." And he'll be watching for the post.
the most effective way to make marco shut up is apparently to let him kill someone
He nods and lets Arthur take the gun away from him---he's on the verge of dropping it anyway---then takes the next few moments to gather his wits. He's not going to open his mouth again for a couple of minutes, or else he might start hurling again.
a useful if troublesome fact to know!
"Good luck," he says finally, before turning, tucking the gun into his armor and heading away - though not too far. Time to let Marco deal with the rest of this, even if Arthur wasn't sure that was smart.