fracture.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he's causing quite a ruckus, shooting the dangling crystals off the chandelier in the ball room. bang. reload. bang. reload. he's using a revolver magnum he found in... well that's not important.]

Comments

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Nice aim.

[has about...well, so many guns on him. say hello to zombie hunter you.]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he spins, and that revolver is pointed right at the fellow Sora. he eases up immediately though, dropping his arm to his side.]

Thank you.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Do you have to make such a racket?

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[glances over his shoulder... and fires the gun off again. another crystal pops as the bullet decimates it.]

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Easy, want to poke someone's eye out?

Though I can kind of understand, I was paranoid when I first got here.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Seriously.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he sighs.]

Been here longer than necessary... and the paranoia still hasn't gone away.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[bang.]

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

Well, I can say this world was better than where I was from.

At least no zombies.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he turns back around, outstretching his arm as he takes aim.]

I'd rather be home.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[it's a pretty big chandelier, Riku, and he has a lot of irritation to burn. bangbang.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[the metal nozzle presses to Riku's chest. too blue eyes stare up at him.]

... yes?

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

What's your world like? [lounges back on a seat, handgun and BANG. someone joined your game]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Noise. You're making a shitload of it. Kindly keep it down, will you.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't even flinch, too familiar with the sounds of gunfire.]

Worse than here, but it needs me.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

I don't have a silencer.

[his finger tightens on the trigger...]

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

War? [BANG BANG BANG]

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[out of bullets, he drops the revolver and pulls twin uzis from the holsters strapped to his thighs. one squeeze of the triggers and the spill of bullets is continuous.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Not firing works pretty well.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[Roxas isn't around and he's in one of his moods. what to do, what to do.]

Move, please.

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

Not unless you knock off the loud noises.

[blueterror.livejournal.com]

[he's silent... then he's shoving the gun with all his weight against Riku's chest, with all intent of pushing him back.]

[shootatthehead.livejournal.com]

[lol watches]

No wonder you're just as armed.