[He tosses the chair back into the room and doesn't flinch at the crash.]
Are you giving me another blade? [He asks, closing the door behind him, and following Wriothesley with the self-assurance of a man used to being a predator.]
Not a blade, no, but it's some kind of a weapon. [ it's not meant to be a weapon, but he could hit somebody with it and it'll hurt. ] We're going for a ride. [ he approaches the car parked to the side of greed and opens the passenger seat, ] Do you want to kill some zombies or do you want to destroy a house?
Hospital then. [ he goes around to the driver’s side and starts it, some eurobeat coming through the speakers, but he turns it down. ] We’ll kill them until we get tired, and then we’ll kill a few more.
[ there is a map that makes no sense in there. like it was cut and clipped back together with spots from all different places in real and ‘fake’ worlds. a flashlight. and an airhorn. ]
[He takes out the map. Turns it over, turns it upside down. Folds it back up neatly and puts it back. The flashlight he filches, and the airhorn he leaves alone.]
Wriothesley. [He reaches over to him... to fasten his seatbelt for him.] If you wanted to get me killed there are easier ways. Just so you know.
I’m not interested in getting you killed. But killing somebody is going to create a domino effect, and only put you and the rest of Gluttony in a bad spot. If you need to kill something then let’s kill these things. [ since featherface isn’t going to appear out of nowhere for them to beat on. ] If you’d rather not, Dan Feng… then all you have to do is say so. [ he slows the truck and turns to him. ] I’m doing this for you.
And then reaches out to pat him on the cheek, indulgent.]
Whatever you say. [Kind of bad form for Wriothesley to think Dan Feng would believe him so easily, but Dan Feng really was itching for violence, and was willing to take any kind that came his way.] Lead the way. If you die, I'm taking your coat.
If I wanted you dead, [ his double leans over the seat to dan feng’s right. ] then we would have killed you already. But the help you gave me regarding Neuvillette was appreciated. [ he stops the car a ways from the hospital, because the noise will likely alert the zombies. ]
[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Then stop complaining. [ the clone doesn’t flinch, but instead just gives him a look as he stops the swing just shy of hitting him. ] We stick together, alright. [ wrio sets his hand on the truck as his double disappears - the metal creeping up his arm. ] Even if we don’t always see eye to eye I don’t want anything happening to you. Let’s go.
[He's never been in the hospital, actually. He's just heard things, and he keeps the bat in an easy hold by his side, looking out for equipment, too, that he can take.]
I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
[ as they near the hospital wriothesley brings his fists up. a few of the regulars zombies mingling around the front door turn to them, moaning their hunger and beginning to shamble toward them. ] Ready… [ he rushes in, punching one of them straight in the face and prompting its already half rotten head to burst. ]
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Day 9.
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Oh. [He blinks.] A present?
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this wouldn't be the first time he was hit with a chair. ]
A present. Follow me.
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Are you giving me another blade? [He asks, closing the door behind him, and following Wriothesley with the self-assurance of a man used to being a predator.]
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... what are you doing?
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I want to kill someone.
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[ there is a map that makes no sense in there. like it was cut and clipped back together with spots from all different places in real and ‘fake’ worlds. a flashlight. and an airhorn. ]
I got you a metal bat.
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Wriothesley. [He reaches over to him... to fasten his seatbelt for him.] If you wanted to get me killed there are easier ways. Just so you know.
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And then reaches out to pat him on the cheek, indulgent.]
Whatever you say. [Kind of bad form for Wriothesley to think Dan Feng would believe him so easily, but Dan Feng really was itching for violence, and was willing to take any kind that came his way.] Lead the way. If you die, I'm taking your coat.
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[ he climbs out and his double hands him the metal bat from the back seat, which he offers to dan feng as he rounds the truck. ]
We can still go somewhere else. [ he motions to a small cluster of houses. ] And if you want to try to kill me… [ he has his double. ]
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[The amount of childish excitement on his face in anticipation of killing things - with a chance of being killed, himself - is Absolutely Not Normal. He takes a picture of the hospital, fiddles with his phone.
And he then hefts the bat and tests the weight - by swinging it at the clone, telegraphing the way he's going to stop the swing well before it hits.]
Not bad. Thank you.
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I have your back. [Faintly amused, and just following Wriothesley inside, almost docile.]
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You aren't squeamish at all!
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