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Murderbot ([personal profile] sanctuarymoon) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-01-03 04:45 pm
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o1 . january catchall

Who: [personal profile] sanctuarymoon and you!
What: A rogue murderbot arrives in Trench.
When: Throughout January.
Where: Throughout Trench.

Warnings: Will be marked as needed.

forwantofahorse: (Breakdown)

1. cw: umineko spoilers, gore

[personal profile] forwantofahorse 2022-01-04 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The scene opens in what may be a distressingly way for Murderbot: a gunshot, and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

A portly old man in a doctor's labcoat topples backward, collapsing onto a blood-slick floor. Most of his skull is caved in from the force of the shot, and a fragment of bone zips past Murderbot and embeds itself in the wall behind it.

Standing over the corpse is a young woman in a gore-spattered maid's uniform with a hollow expression on her face and a Winchester M1984 aimed precisely at where the doctor's head used to be. She lowers it slowly, looking at the gun with what appears to be blank disinterest at first but is in reality all-consuming rage only held in check by soul-rending despair. But the former quickly fades, leaving only the latter.

She gives the doctor's corpse a vicious kick, then one more, and perhaps a third before she hears crying coming from the door leading out of the hallway. That blank expression changes into something mournful as, after hesitating for a few moments, she creeps her way inside, not making a single sound.

A girl with bandages wrapped around her eyes sits under a table, clutching her head and calling for Kanon-kun. The culprit looks down on her with something approaching pity, raises the gun, levels it at her next victim's head...

Then pauses.

She breaks. Her formerly-numb, now-melancholy expression becomes just plain exhausted. Carefully, she lays the gun down on a nearby table, kneels next to the sobbing girl, and in a voice that's totally incongruous with her entire presentation—sounding more like a moody teenage boy than a maid—says:]


"Milady... I am always waiting by your side."

[On the other end of the room is the same person as the one clumsily attempting to calm the girl beneath the table, although Murderbot would be forgiven for not realizing that for a few moments, given the change in outfit to something significantly less bloody and more androgynous in a simple white button down and slacks, as well as the lack of enormous breasts.

Sayo stares down at the scene replaying itself from her memory, not even realizing Murderbot is there as tears fall from her eyes until it makes itself known by clearing its throat.

She looks up, locks eyes with it for an interminable moment... then laughs hollowly.]


Van Dine's Eleventh, [she says, without any explanation. It's clear from just those few words that the voice the memory-Sayo is putting on for Jessica is an affectation, albeit an expertly-crafted one, but the real Sayo's voice is still rough around the edges and exhausted. A little bit deeper than Murderbot would expect by looking at her slight frame, but not by much.]
Edited 2022-01-04 03:22 (UTC)
onekindsoul: (for some romantic life)

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[personal profile] onekindsoul 2022-01-04 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Ruby freezes on the command and her eyes glance up at Murderbot but she catches the horror in his eyes and realizes he's not looking directly at her. Her eyes follow his gaze down below and she catches sigh of tentacled creature beneath them.

Instead of looking terrified there's a hint of a smile on her face.]


Woah that's so cool.

Want to kill it?
shiro2hero: (Dont use space wifi for porn)

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[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-04 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
[It's too cold. His whole body aches. Especially the joints of his arm - the right arm. The one that isn't supposed to hurt at all. He just needs to get out of the cold, out of the wind. Hole up for a minute with his omen until the aches subside.]

[He doesn't realize he's not alone in the empty space, not until the lioness growls, low and humming. It's not a warning. Not a threat. It's the sound meant to alert her human of another presence.]


Hello? [He calls out, pulling the hoodie tighter around himself under the coat.]
slayerskiss: (you're not a judge)

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[personal profile] slayerskiss 2022-01-04 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Jesus. [Is all she says as she claws herself to the surface of the water and grabs hold of the wall like it's a lifeline. Luckily her knife is still tightly gripped in her hands.

She peers out into the dark. Of course Slayers don't get nightvision, that would just be an immensely useful ability for them to have.]


Hey, where the hell are w – [And then she's being dragged and the fingernails make contact with her skin and her poisonous blood starts to leak.] Motherfucker!
hearuthinking: (Up)

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[personal profile] hearuthinking 2022-01-04 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jason must just be a magnet for falling into places infested with monsters. He hits the water and mercifully doesn't break any bones. The moment he recovers from the impact he takes in his surroundings. Unease stirs in him. Alone in the dark... He listens hard but he can't hear any of the tell-tale noises of the vampires. Which does nothing to assure him since they could just be off in the distance somewhere.

He hears movement and another voice, saying the thing that is on his mind]


Yeah, what you said.

[He taps at his flashlight until it comes on, letting him get a better look at their surroundings. He turns to shine the light on the stone walls looking for hand-holds. Jason doesn't know where they are but he does know he isn't about to be stuck in a hole again]

Eric had the fuckin' climbing gear. Gotta make do with what we got. You good up there?
shiro2hero: (no really i don't get it)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-05 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, good, it's another person. Shiro relaxes almost immediately, and so does his Omen. The low warning in her chest turning to a softer, more inquisitive sound. Shiro holds his hands up, palms outward. See? He's not armed - ]

[Okay, he doesn't have a traditional weapon.]


Hey.

Sorry, didn't mean to barge in. Just - needed to get out of the wind for a minute.

[Hopefully it'll be okay to hang out in here for a bit until he warms up.]
shiro2hero: (no thanks i dont want any cookies)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-05 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks.

[He decides it's probably best to give them some space. Can't just drop in on a stranger, crowd them, and expect it to go well. So he moves to sit against an opposite wall, shoulders hunched, arms wrapped around himself.]

[His Omen, having made up her mind about the entire situation, promptly crawls into his lap. An entire Lion has just deposited herself on him, so, naturally, Shiro yelps.]


That... that's... great. You're a great help.
shiro2hero: (the fuck is my life even)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-05 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
Yes. Yes, she is.

[Said in a slightly muffled voice. The slightly muffled voice of a cat owner whose pet has just sat on their face, and they know it absolutely will do that again. Like the pet in question isn't a fully grown lioness.]

[Said Omen just chuffs, proud. Her tongue drags across Shiro's face, spiking up his hair in the process.]


... she's proud of herself.
shiro2hero: (22 seems excessive)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-01-05 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[If she does talk, the Lion has never ventured the information to her human. Now is no different. With her apparently deciding Shiro's hair needs a wash - something Shiro has no say in.]

Yeah. At least for me, anyway. But...

[He finally pulls his head back, looking at the Omen. Something passes silently between them, and she reluctantly pulls back. It's hard for a lion to look nonthreatening, but, hopefully, the slow pad across the room, and low purr is enough. She doesn't flop on the stranger. But sits close enough to offer her own body heat, if they need.]
slayerskiss: (when i'm nervous)

[personal profile] slayerskiss 2022-01-05 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Faith lets out a growl as she gets loose, and with a ridiculous show of strength she grabs the monster by the hair and starts slamming the monster's head into the wall with a vicious crack.] Big fuckin' mistake.

[She can see clearly now, and she raises her knife, intending to slash her throat, but the creature slashes across her face this time and the pain is enough to make Faith lose her footing and stumble back into the shallow parts of the water. She stays standing but she has to punch the creature back into the wall to avoid being mauled.]

You know how we're supposed to kill this thing?!
Edited 2022-01-05 09:24 (UTC)
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[personal profile] hearuthinking 2022-01-05 11:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm good.

[Nothing's broken and he's not bleeding-- yet. He does not question the feeling that blood is important. After all, he just spent a lot of time underground with vampires. For the other question, he hefts his backpack and makes a mental checklist of what he has inside. He took out the dynamite when they were all doing inventory of weapons, and even if he hadn't Nick said the shit was unstable. Likely to blow Jason and his new companion up along with their exit.

But then he notices another bag floating in the water. He makes a grab for it-- you work with what you got-- and starts looking for anything in there that might be useful. Nope, nothing that will help them climb out of this hole. Except... Jason's lip twitches a bit as his fingers close in around the tent peg. Never know when you'll need a sharpened stake, he'd said when he had taken it off the dead body]


I got this. Got a knife, too. Maybe we can use 'em to make hand-holds and climb up.
forwantofahorse: (Smug)

[personal profile] forwantofahorse 2022-01-05 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
"Servants—such as butlers, footmen, valets, game-keepers, cooks, and the like—must not be chosen by the author as the culprit. This is begging a noble question. It is a too easy solution. It is unsatisfactory, and makes the reader feel that his time has been wasted. The culprit must be a decidedly worth-while person—one that wouldn't ordinarily come under suspicion; for if the crime was the sordid work of a menial, the author would have had no business to embalm it in book-form."

[She enunciates it clearly, with all the theatricality of a practiced orator, but breaks into a hollow cackle afterward. Beneath the table, Past-Sayo is murmuring to Jessica in a voice more suitable for sweet nothings than instructing a blind person how to avoid furniture (both kinds, really). After the laughing dies down, Present-Sayo watches the two of them with a bitter smile on her face.]

One of SS Van Dine's Twenty Rules for Writing Detective Stories. This scene violates the eleventh item.

...I've always hated Van Dine. Excellent understanding of the form, but knows absolutely nothing of the craft.

Knox, on the other hand? I went to painstaking lengths to follow his commandments. Perhaps I bent a few of them, but if any member of some great heavenly court for murder mysteries wishes to judge me, I think I have enough grounds to plead my case.

[She's rambling, grasping for something, anything to keep herself afloat in the sea of despair that wells up as she watches "Kanon" gently guide Jessica out of the table's shadow. The desperation makes itself clear in her expression and leaks into her voice.]
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[personal profile] terriblepurpose 2022-01-05 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pauline had sometimes fantasized about being able to attend a social engagement incognito, acting as if she was any one of the other Bene Gesserit sisters invariably flitting through the social waters like the ancient predators they are. This wasn't quite how she pictured it, but never mind that - she's not one to miss an opportunity, however it comes to her.

The pleasure of doing what one does well is one of her favorite kinds, so she's in good spirits as she strolls through the celebratory atmosphere, sipping at a tall glass of sparkling alcoholic wine, and she witnesses the startlingly quick recovery of a similar glass with a quirked eyebrow. Well - why not?]


Are you waiting for anyone?

[A small human in a dress stands in front of Murderbot, her tone lightly friendly.]

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