Sniping

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock is bored and decided to do some research. Or maybe he's just annoyed that he feels terrible emotions from zombies. Either way, he's currently leaning out a window on the top floor of the library.

He has a pile of meat in a bucket and has rigged up a simple pulley system to lower meat down to the ground. Why? Well, he's luring zombies. Luckily, he's leaning out the back of the library, so no zombie crowds at the doors but still.

He also has a pair of revolvers and ammo from the weapons table. Every so often, Sherlock aims down and fires. He's trying for headshots. Sometimes, the zombies die. This pleases him greatly.]



[ooc: Empath on deck, so please to be telling me your character's feelings if they tag. ♥]

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[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

[Sawako silently sidles up seemingly out of nowhere, because that's a talent she has apparently. She leans out the window beside Sherlock and looks down. She can't help but wince at the the carnage down below.]

I'm sure Watson-sama approves of this much more than shooting holes in the walls.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock glances up at her.] Oh, I doubt it matters. The library isn't his.

[He's interrupted by screeching down below and leans out.] Shut up, all of you! [He shoots off a few bullets and slumps back in his chair, smiling at her.] Noisy, aren't they?

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

[The screeching startles her enough that she jumps and gives a small gasp. She stares as they fall away and looks out a second longer before turning to Sherlock and nodding.]

Are - are they in pain?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock glances out the window.]

They're burning with hate.

[superoptimistic.livejournal.com]

Burning with hate?

[she leans out the window again, looking down at them]

They - they started screaming before you shot them. They were in pain all ready. [she pulls herself back and turns around to face Sherlock. She's still sad for them, but there is some hopefulness and admiration for Sherlock in there, too] You - you were helping them, weren't you Sherlock-sama?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He pauses in surprise before shooting another one. This is a good time to reload his gun.]

I'm luring them all to this spot to kill them. This place feels heavy enough without them adding their rage to it.

[clinical]

[Jade, walking towards the library, watches a zombie get shot down, spots Sherlock, and then decides to walk past the zombies (he's too lazy to get his spear out) and up to the floor where Sherlock is]

Might I try?

[He has never shot anything before. It looks like fun.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Ah, someone who appreciates zombie shooting minigames. Sherlock approves. He nods and stands aside, holding out the gun to Jade.]

Be my guest.

[clinical]

[Jade accepts it, attempting a few random shots at the library wall just to get a feel for the aim of it]

John had a similar weapon to this. Are they common?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

Very common. Knives are more common because of tight gun restrictions but gun crimes are hardly rare. They and their cousins are the primary weapons for ground forces in war.

[clinical]

[there's a flicker of something fond, but like with most of Jade's emotions, it's muted] And no fonic artes.

[Jade leans out the window, casually picking out a target.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock leans against the frame to observe. He does approve of the fondness, really.]

None. Though technology can be impressive at times. A soldier can aim a missile at a target via computers from a continent away. Air-based warfare is quite important, though in the end, it's soldiers and guns on the ground that make up the blunt of it.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[When John stumbles into all this, his original feeling is curiosity. There is a flare of annoyance, though it's very weak and overcome by a sort of giddiness at the prospect. As he's stockpiled on ammunition since finding the table, he wordlessly grabs one of the revolvers and settles next to Sherlock. It's only moments before he catches sight of a zombie.

A shot is fire, and the thing drops, dead and unmoving, a bullet hole clean through it's skull]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[There is a slow smile as Sherlock settles back in his chair, eyes shut. John seems to have the most pleasant emotions of the ones he's felt so far. Not to mention John understands this.]

It is always a pleasure to see your skills.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

[He smiles, obviously pleased with himself] It's always nice to get in a bit of practice.

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He grins.] Yes, not entirely my forte but if we're being given weapons, I may as well brush up. I thought you would be happy about the ammo.

[reverseptsd.livejournal.com]

Quite happy, actually. Though I still intend to make an effort to ration it all.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

[It is hard to cut the zombies down with a knife, but that has not stopped Leela. The fight, at least, is something she can understand. These creatures do not bleed as they should, but they die. They die and die and every creature that falls at her feet is a threat removed.

Wiping her knife clean, she stepped into the library and made her way over to Sherlock. She was curious and, when she saw the dead creatures beneath the window, rather admiring. He was a warrior, then.]

So you are the one who has been luring my prey away from my blade?

[But she was smiling as she spoke.]

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[He looks up with a smile, reloading his gun.]

I would apologise but I'm not sorry. My skills are a bit rusty and there's so many targets. [He nudges the bucket of meat with his foot.] They know what they're after, at least. It makes it almost too easy.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

Why would you be sorry? Those creatures are dangerous. They deserve to die.

[She tilted her head to study him.]

You want a challenge?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised how people react sometimes.

[Though he nods and sighs.]

Yes, I do. I'm bored. I haven't been able to make progress on finding who made this choice and I refuse to stagnate for even a moment. I need something.

[anoblesavage.livejournal.com]

I am no longer surprised at how foolish people can be.

No, neither have I. Not the choice that trapped us here.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[Arthur was outside killing zombies, because he needs to do something to keep himself occupied and be heroic and knightly and stuff. He however noticed that zombies were running off in the direction of the library for some reason, so he followed. He was greeted with the sight of zombies being gunned down. Unsure if this is magic or some crazy other universe science, he went into the library to see what was up.]

You! [he approaches Sherlock looking over the revolvers and Sherlock, then out the window, and back to Sherlock once again] Were you the one striking those things down?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[There is obvious satisfaction in his answer.] Yes. I was practising. I assume you were as well?

[heartscastaside.livejournal.com]

{Caster is radiating calm--maybe it's so that empaths pick this emotion up, courtesy of her Master's instructions, or maybe it's because she really does not give a shit. Both are equally likely.}

My, what a clever boy. Luring the poor things closer to pick them off from afar? It really is wonderful to see people enjoying themselves.