operation robodachi

[sloshing]

Who| HK-47, Eridan, Dave, Clara, and OPEN
What| Catch-all: HK gets shot in the shoulder, has to treat his wound, and then ends up dying anyway a few days later.
Where| Multiple locations: Lockers, A Touch Of Class, Centurion Cineplex
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Injury (gunshot) and death (tbd). The open prompt is for anyone who'd like to show someone from a futuristic universe how to work an archaic first aid kit. Operation Robodachi.

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Eridan was more than pleased with his prize, and had made his way to retrieve it pretty early on in the morning. He was nocturnal, after all, and so getting to the lockers before most others proved fairly easy for him. His prize: a carbine. He was skilled with fire arms, though his preferred one being of a legendary beam rifle variety, but he could settle for this.

It was far better than what he could have gotten. Like a sword, or something. Who even used those, anyway?

He had headed out of the area, trying to avoid what threats he could in the mean time, but he couldn't help but give into the thoughts running through his head. How he certainly should put this to use, if he were to win this brutal game. Surely sitting on this gun and its ammo would be a waste, and the more he killed, the more he'd be favored by the on-watching audience.

So he returned, waiting down one of the aisles to see who would first become his hapless victim. He had no qualms about killing, none what so ever. It was second nature to a troll like him, and he almost craved it. So when he caught the daydream-like gaze of HK's, the man armed with a sword (HA), he narrowed his eyes, aiming the gun straight at him.

He wasted no time pulling the trigger, the shot aimed at his head. Then again, Eridan wasn't really accounting for him to move. Considering his weird almost zoned out staring, but there was also the fact that Eridan wasn't used to this gun either, and so his aim was bound to be slightly off.

[sloshing]

Good job HK, he's aiming at you. He's fired the gun at you. What sort of an assassin are you?

One in love with guns, not swords.

Luckily, he has enough reaction time to move out of the way, ducking behind some lockers, but not lucky enough as it tears through the flesh of his shoulder, stuck somewhere below the clavicle and just before the shoulder blade. All pain he had experienced up to this point had been mild shocks from falling or even a mano-y-mano experience with some warrior type from a very archaic culture. Now he had a feeling to go with all those times he'd pulled the trigger on some meatbag target he'd hunted to eliminate at the orders of one master or another.

However, instead of being a poor sport about it, as he knows just as well as anyone the point of the arenas, his only reaction to Eridan is to call from around the lockers he'd ducked behind, "Affirmation: Nice shot!"

It really could have been a kill shot if he hadn't moved, and he had some level of respect towards that.

[unconchonable]

Eridan curses under his breath when his shot doesn't make its mark. Sure, it hit him, but he wanted a kill shot. Oh well, he writes it off on the fact he just needs to practice more, and moving targets make for a challenge he can enjoy.

However, when HK shouts out the compliment, Eridan can hardly help but grin to himself.

Slowly, he starts to approach the lockers that HK ducked behind, making sure not to get too close. He saw that the human had a weapon on him - a sword, not a gun - and he's really not looking to get stabbed if he can help it.

"I'll make another one if you stop hidin' like some yellow-bellied landfucker." Eridan retorts finally, a good ten or so feet from the corner the lockers make. He could round it, try to blast him away before he has the chance to draw his sword, but Eridan also likes to play with his prey a little.

After all, he already fucked up the one-hit kill, so he might as well draw this out for pleasure's sake.