37th Lollipop - Survival

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[Here's Spanner, sitting in the corner of the hall on the 14th floor. It's relatively quiet at the moment, but in the last few days of stubborn tinkering in his room he's gotten used to using that pistol he carries.

On the bright side, though, he's finally found a use for all of those robot parts he had under the bed. He's converted a relatively large laser gun into something a human being can fire without being knocked halfway down the hall, and now he's got it positioned in front of him. Nevermind having what's most likely a broken leg. He's ready to pick some things off.]

Alright... let's hope this works.

Come and get it, space-zombies.

[ooc: tell me if this is not allowed for whatever reason. DX]

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[voiingyurshitup.livejournal.com]

[On his way up the stairs to check if the tentacle's gone and take some of his frustration out on any of the remaining Necros. Feel free to notice or something? :D?]

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[Ohhay you look familiar~]

It gets pretty nasty further up...

[voiingyurshitup.livejournal.com]

[Pauses, giving the guy who just spoke him a very annoyed look.]

I fucking know that.

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Just making sure you know. It's not a good idea to go up there alone...

[voiingyurshitup.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, Spanner. Squalo doesn't like being forced out of his room by a giant tentacle, gross monsters and lack of oxygen. D: He's in a bit of a bad mood.]

I don't fucking care! The assholes fucked up my floor, I'm not about to let them get away with this.

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Good luck with that, then...

[voiingyurshitup.livejournal.com]

[Bye! :D He's off to tackle the creepies.

...
only to come back less than five minutes later, sporting some nice fresh wounds and breathing in his first gulps of air since he went in.]

Fuck this!

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[just grins.]

That's what the space suits were for.

[palpitations]

[Walking by in hopes of finding more ammunition. He's got the rifle thingy in his hands, and is inching along with eyes on the ceiling until he almost trips on Spanner. Ohay, another cool toy.]

...where did you find that?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at Rolo, and after the moment or two it takes to recognise him, frowns.]

I made it.

[palpitations]

Oh. I see...

[Looks up at the ceiling, pausing, and then begins firing at it. When he stops, something falls out of the air vent to the floor--in pieces--and doesn't move anymore.]

Does it work?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[kind of stares at it. If Rolo wasn't already a creepy little bugger...]

It worked alright when it was almost done. So if I didn't mess it up... yes.

[palpitations]

What does it do?

[Says this as he approaches the body of the thing. A tentacle reaches out and grabs his foot, but he quickly fires at it, decimating it.]

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Well...

[Waits for a moment for another one to come out, then fires. Basically it's a big fucking laser and the thing kind of explodes.]

That.

[palpitations]

Oh. That's effective.

[Pauses, considering said big fucking laser.]

Do you have another one?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Nope. It took me a few days just to get this one working.

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[sup, have a Gino covered in... god only knows what it all is, carrying his rifle thing and his rapier. stumbles along, la la la not realizing who he's about to pass because he's in the fight mode]

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

[looks up at this next passer-by, and kind of jumps. Holy shit Gino you look scary.]

Gino...?

1/2

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[and he feels manly about it, too. fuck yeah.]

What?

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[...OH HEY]

Spanner?! There you are!

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. I'd ask what you've been doing but... it's obvious enough.

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

[rubs the back of his head. yay, guts in his hair]

I was out cold for a week or two little while, and when I got up, I couldn't find you or Ratchet...

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

Well... Ratchet disappeared with the rest of the local pets, and I've been trying not to die.

[commonerstyle.livejournal.com]

Geez, are you okay?

[weeabot.livejournal.com]

I think my leg is broken. But otherwise... I'm fine.