[58] you'll never settle any of your scores

[buildstherobots]

[A joke. It had all been a goddamned joke.

He's left with a handful of clues that may or may not be worth anything, another death under his belt, trauma, and a ruined chain gun for a joke?! His regain adds insult to injury; having his own glasses and makeup is nice, but what he had to go through to get it? It's too much

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B

[infinitemars]

[Despite the fact that Dist's appearance will absolutely horrify her in some ways, Kira has met him, and he wasn't mean, so she'll stop when she sees him. After a moment of debating, she'll speak up.]

Are you okay? Did you get injured?

B

[buildstherobots]

[Much as he resents the nickname, Reaper isn't all that inaccurate when it comes to Dist. He turns to face Kira, shaking, and though his anger doesn't seem to be directed at her she'll unfortunately have to bear the brunt of it at the moment.]

No, I did not get injured. What do you want?!

Re: B

[infinitemars]

[The yelling will make her wince and take a step back. It isn't something she's generally been good with, even though she's getting better.]

...I... I was making sure you were alright. That's all.

B

[buildstherobots]

I am not all right. As long as I'm in this damned hellhole I'll never be all right!

[Unfortunately, his voice breaks in the middle of all that, which breaks the blind anger into something more desperate; he's not really in the right mind to notice the change himself, though.]

A

[perfectvoice]

[Well, unlike Dist, Miku's anger has cooled off. Yes, she's still angry, but now she's just...more or less focusing her attention back on showing the new people around town and showing off her new clothes.

Right now, she's also wandering around town, dressed in this outfit. The electric guitar has been left at home, of course.

And then she notices a familiar face.]

Dist-san?

A

[buildstherobots]

What?

[His voice is dark; he has a mission right now, and he's sure that once he's completed it he'll at least have some closure. Maybe.]

[perfectvoice]

Ah...is something wrong?

[Of course something's wrong. It's obvious from the tone in his voice, and the way he's sulking.]

[buildstherobots]

Everything is wrong. And I'm going to do the only damned thing I still have within my power.

C; also a+ choice of subject line

[riastrad_ridire]

[Well hey there Dist, it's just your friendly neighborhood bartender here.]

Looks like I'm not the only one with that particular method of coping with Mayfield's jokes.

[Apply liberal amounts of alcohol until you forgot there was a problem. Good work.]

C; it was pretty much on repeat for this whole post

[buildstherobots]

Murder and alcohol? What else have they left us? After all of that nonsense and they just destroyed him and--

[Can you chug an appletini? Because he does.]

i approve of this. :3b

[riastrad_ridire]

[You can if you're Dist, apparently.]

As far as I can tell, nonsense and destruction are what this place runs on.

[buildstherobots]

I put him down like a sick dog. That's what he was; he'd have been disgusted if he could see himself.

[He shoves his glass at the man, not satisfied in the least with his current blood alcohol level.]

B!!

[nerdheir]

[ John's been flying around to see if he can find out any information about this particular event, and he finds Dist walking around. He touches down gently in front of the other, taking off his hood ]

Hey, are you okay? You look like your bleeding...

AW YEAH

[buildstherobots]

I'm not bleeding! It's not my blood!

[RAGE. Sorry, John.]

lmao fdsjkalfj

[nerdheir]

It's not yours? Doesn't that make the situation worse?

[buildstherobots]

No, it doesn't! It was an act of mercy!

B

[perfektsymmetry]

[Crowe feels the same way Dist does after all this; he's just not good at that explosive rage thing. Coming across him covered in gore is a bit worrying though.]

...Dist?

B

[buildstherobots]

What?!

[He's able to rein it in somewhat because Crowe is a known friend, but not much.]

[perfektsymmetry]

[He recoils a bit, and put his hands up innocently. His expression is firm though.]

What happened?

[buildstherobots]

I killed him, okay?! Why is that so hard for people to grasp?

[He's starting to think again, though... he shouldn't have. Jade was in there somewhere. If he'd just been good enough, dedicated enough...

He runs his hand over his face, though it just smears the blood.]