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Kotomine_Rin:
A-702
"Bullshit you didn't." He quickly snapped his eyes at Suerte, shooting her down faster than Clint Eastwood or Lucky Luke. But that was nothing compared to the hand that snapped to grab the man's wrist before it could clutch to his clothes. He was fast... and strong too. As fast and strong as Justice.
He didn't need to play the weak damsel right now anyways.
"And don't fucking touch me. If you weren't so busy obsessing over those two dead shitters, I would have told you how to deal with this." He slapped his hand away with a dry scowl.
Yet he betrayed a cracked smile at Justice. One that was more sincere than before.
"Then again, if you listened more and bitched less, you'd have gotten what I just told you into your thick skull. I'm not trying to get you two into another fight. I'm trying to get you two in the building. How else are we going to free the other ones? Like I said, the ones down there are just like me. The rest of the answers... they're in there, not here." He tapped at his temple.
This was the easy part. Thanks to the two of them, the strongest in the organization had fallen. Either way, they were pretty much safe.
YOLF:
Justice
There was no resistance to Justice's hand being slapped away, and no response. Not a grunt of anger even from Punishment, next to them. The Rider's unfazed stare had, at this point, changed substance. It was no longer of made unflappable patience, but instead of bone-deep, sorely unimpressed fatigue.
"Get us into the building, to see something you would rather show us but not speak of, to get answers you know are there but can't name yourself, to save people you say are there while leaving the ones in risk right now for later, or never. Did you already forget how you were appealing to my morals just now? You're not stupid. Don't pretend like you think that highly of yourself. I didn't keep you alive to be fed such rubbish."
He shook his head and dragged a gloved hand through his face.
yinsukin:
Suerte
Suerte stopped talking. Staring at the two of them, she frowned. The anger on her face had subsided and all that was left was sadness. Even so, she kept her hand wrapped around the butt of her gun, ready to act at any moment. Although she was not entirely sure of what she would do.
Kotomine_Rin:
--- Quote from: YOLF on July 31, 2020, 03:48:23 AM ---Justice
There was no resistance to Justice's hand being slapped away, and no response. Not a grunt of anger even from Punishment, next to them. The Rider's unfazed stare had, at this point, changed substance. It was no longer of made unflappable patience, but instead of bone-deep, sorely unimpressed fatigue.
"Get us into the building, to see something you would rather show us but not speak of, to get answers you know are there but can't name yourself, to save people you say are there while leaving the ones in risk right now for later, or never. Did you already forget how you were appealing to my morals just now? You're not stupid. Don't pretend like you think that highly of yourself. I didn't keep you alive to be fed such rubbish."
He shook his head and dragged a gloved hand through his face.
--- End quote ---
Spidey
"They're data logs. More reliable than the words of a killer who'd chop up his friends like sushi. Words and thoughts I can't recollect because they were stripped from my memory banks. Some I can only recollect slightly because I managed to snatch them back. A lot of them were plans the boss was trying to implement. And like I said, I'm trying to free the other ones in there. I got shot thrice in one day, but you don't see me moaning like I just got out of Elizabeth's dresser. And I'm just not the type to start giving a heartfelt confession or start justifying myself, so give it a rest."
He glanced at the girl. Noticing her expression, for a moment, he grew concerned. "I told you guys, I'm not letting anyone die. Not the kids outside, not the ones inside, and not us. So what is it? Truth or Justice? What do you really care about?"
YOLF:
Justice
He rolled his eyes at Spidey like he was dealing with a stubborn child. Had that been so difficult to say? The Rider let the weight of the discussion roll to a stop in his gut. It was never pleasant to deal with those that dealt with everything circuitously - even if it was for the sake of survival. But he decided that when this worked out, he'd give Spidey less of a hard time over it. If it worked out.
"There's no choice to make," he rumbled, free of animosity. "You said it yourself. If you won't let anyone die, then we'll get them and the truth out."
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