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Ayato Naoi [直井 文人, Naoi Ayato] ([personal profile] theonewhodied) wrote in [community profile] poly_chromatic2013-06-18 05:34 pm

#004 [(Accidental) Video]

[The video feed starts with a dizzying blur of colour, a black clad arm flapping uselessly.]

Unhand me, trash! How dare you manhandle your—

Wah!

[And out of the well-lit interior of the office building out into the considerably brighter City. Naoi's being shoved outside, hauled out by security.

The communicator he's swinging so carelessly, seemingly unaware of the fact that it's recording, shows a familiar raven-haired girl likewise being taken outside.

Evidently, they were trying to snoop around the Deities' office building, when through one fault or another (good bets on "ruckus and mayhem"), they were caught.]
immortal_machine: (insanity even unto death)

Re: action; you're fine! :)

[personal profile] immortal_machine 2013-06-20 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[The gun is moving -- her hand missed it, because it was too low -- but instead of ducking away, she drops down and catches it in her shoulder. Something she has never felt before -- intense physical pain -- rushes through her, but the adrenaline is overriding it and she forces herself at the gun. If she can just disarm him, then she can take him apart at will...

Blood is soaking into her gray shirt now, but nothing vital has been hit -- even so, big holes in the body are still big holes whether or not they're in an important location, and she won't be able to keep this up.

She grabs for the gun arm, this time trying to pin his forearm and drive the laser-blade into it. She doesn't need to cut the arm off; doing damage to the tendons will prevent his hand from closing.

She hopes. Her mind is a little fuzzier than it usually is, because the biological rush is getting in the way. Damn human body.]
immortal_machine: (staring into outer space)

action;

[personal profile] immortal_machine 2013-06-20 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[She would have had him...maybe.

Except now the loud wailing in her human ears, the sudden presence of the second gun that she didn't see, and now the sudden flash of another influence in her mind have stalled her for too long. Green eyes meet red, and now the lightning-fast computation has slowed, curling in on itself as it tries to root out whatever is there, trying to free itself, getting caught up.

Which is the point where the bullets bite into flesh, that tiny fraction of pause, and now he's shooting wildly and there is blood coming from her shoulder and a graze on her arm and one of her ribs is aching like a hammer just pounded it in and then -- crack -- one of them gets her in the jaw.

The force of the shot throws her head back, and where the head goes, the body follows. Flecks of blood and bone fly out as it the bullet whittles the side of her face to a raw edge, tearing open her cheek and chin and landing somewhere in the lower part of her skull.

She lies back on the ground, vision pulsing and pounding as her brain tries frantically to shut down the pain, but it's not particularly possible; the human reactions have overwhelmed her.

She can still speak, but it hurts like being shot all over again just to move her jaw. She tries to move, but now it's away from him.

Then it hits her: he has her, if he wants.

Humans. Not again. Never again. Why...why did I? I said I...I...I don't...I...

No. No, she...did do that, didn't she? The City, the human body, all of it is getting to her. And now all she can hear is the ticking noise, and as she reaches up to try to cover the bleeding from her face, she activates the distress beacon that she programmed in the moment she arrived in the City...]
Edited 2013-06-20 18:25 (UTC)