IC: At the shooting range this dusk

[bitingcynicism]

[ITP: Stress relief. Via lots of bullets and lots of perfectly aimed bulls-eyes. Though considering the shooter's stress levels, this could go on for a bit.]

Comments

[forthehoard]

What's going on right now?

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Something's messed up with the resurrections. People aren't coming back. I've heard them talking.

[forthehoard]

So this is the perfect time to try!

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[SO VERY TEMPTING.]

[forthehoard]

He called me stupid. And a meal.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

He won't be able to try again.

[forthehoard]

Since you've been so effective so far.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

[Yes, that was some bared teeth.]

[forthehoard]

It's fine. I can deal with it anyway.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

... it won't work for you.

[forthehoard]

I'm not going to shoot him with your gun.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

. . .

[forthehoard]

You'll get it back when I can go get it.

[bitingcynicism.livejournal.com]

Right.

[forthehoard]

Good.