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log; incomplete
when; 30 March, evening.
rating; PG-13.
characters; Muraki Kazutaka (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roy_de_epee), Riffael Raffit (ruined_arcana).
summary; After an invitation to a drink, certain plans are meant to be followed through.
log;
The evening was cool, but not too chillingly so. Luckily, a light jacket fit the balance very well, and it wasn't warm enough that he suffocated at the thought of lighting a cigarette. A good balance, a pleasant evening; even more so at the prospect of, perhaps, were he not nearly as careful as someone would like him to be, some bloodshed? Oh, it could be brushed off as a simple mistake - so long as the man was alive, what did it matter? Blood, yes... a prospect of a fine evening, indeed.
The shadows in an alley were the best way to go about it; even white could be hidden in the blackness of such crevices. And that butler, the lapdog of the original target, would be taken back to that man for god knows what reason. Maybe he could ask about that later... after all, curiosity was merely a search for a truth - hardly stepping on anyone's toes....
One, two, three, four... Footfalls. Growing very close - very.
Sharp eyes? Ready. A gun lay at his side, ready for whatever came his way, and Muraki himself wasn't one to come unprepared. Even simple butlers could be dangerous. No time to make any mistakes - just aim, shoot for anything but the head or heart, and pray for the best. And so he silently waited, back pressed to the bricks that obscured him from the oncoming traffic of a lone man (or woman, who knew?), the gun itching to be taken out. Hah.
Like he needed a prayer, though.
rating; PG-13.
characters; Muraki Kazutaka (
roy_de_epee), Riffael Raffit (ruined_arcana).summary; After an invitation to a drink, certain plans are meant to be followed through.
log;
The evening was cool, but not too chillingly so. Luckily, a light jacket fit the balance very well, and it wasn't warm enough that he suffocated at the thought of lighting a cigarette. A good balance, a pleasant evening; even more so at the prospect of, perhaps, were he not nearly as careful as someone would like him to be, some bloodshed? Oh, it could be brushed off as a simple mistake - so long as the man was alive, what did it matter? Blood, yes... a prospect of a fine evening, indeed.
The shadows in an alley were the best way to go about it; even white could be hidden in the blackness of such crevices. And that butler, the lapdog of the original target, would be taken back to that man for god knows what reason. Maybe he could ask about that later... after all, curiosity was merely a search for a truth - hardly stepping on anyone's toes....
One, two, three, four... Footfalls. Growing very close - very.
Sharp eyes? Ready. A gun lay at his side, ready for whatever came his way, and Muraki himself wasn't one to come unprepared. Even simple butlers could be dangerous. No time to make any mistakes - just aim, shoot for anything but the head or heart, and pray for the best. And so he silently waited, back pressed to the bricks that obscured him from the oncoming traffic of a lone man (or woman, who knew?), the gun itching to be taken out. Hah.
Like he needed a prayer, though.
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He pressed a hand to his wound, trying to push back the nausea as blood seeped out across his fingers.
It was hopeless. His movements were fumbling, his arm could barely lift the pistol to begin with and all the blood coating his hand had caused the trigger to stick. Still, he couldn't resign himself. Even if it was playing right into the doctor's plans, in the lack of a clear alternative it was all he could do. He pulled and fired again.