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[agoodsentry]

Date & Time: some time after this.
Location: Somewhere outside the Hold
Characters: BIRDIE(agoodsentry) and Satero(strangle)
Summary: BIRDIE can't find Vitali to murder him, but she finds Satero instead, who happens to know him. Obviously the perfectly logical response is bullets.
Warnings: LOTS OF VIOLENCE also dead birds :C


It was infuriating to say the least. BIRDIE had been searching for DAYS to find Vitali after she speaking with him briefly over the network. She originally thought it wouldn't be a difficult matter, but after spending some time watching the rooms-- specifically the one Vitali was listed to be in-- it was clear he had fled the scene. Still no trouble, she knew, she simply set out combing through the rest of the city. Really, on an island how many hiding places could he find that should could not as well? It wasn't as if she were inexperienced at hunting him, after all.

At least, that's what she thought. Until there were still no signs of him. Night after night; day after day. Almost as if he vanished without a trace.

During her search, BIRDIE had heard word of people disappearing suddenly, and had not given it much worry. Now though.... now she is worried. The idea that he is gone, that she will be unable to kill him, is completely unacceptable.

He must be here somewhere. No other possibility will do.

Her feet click against the ground as she springs from a rooftop, now resolved to redouble her efforts to check every turn and corner of the city. Behind trash cans, inside stores-- she will memorize every crack and cranny if that is what it will take. She only bothers to pause when something crunches under her weight. She looks down and sees..... a wing? She raises it out by the tip, gray feathers splaying out rigidly. It is surprising to see the rest of the bird is still attached, only crumpled and bloody--ah, no, it appears the head is missing. That is a much bigger surprise.

Curiosity takes hold for the moment, and BIRDIE glances about for-- maybe a cat? It was the most logical explanation at least.... but does not explain the other birds littering the ground. A cat would eat the carcasses, not rip and twist them into ruined shapes... And there are many ruined birds to be seen on the cold concrete.

BIRDIE stands slowly, still holding the headless one by its wing. She is not sure what to make of the scene other than... puzzling.

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[strangle]

Birds. Satero hates this place. Satero hates birds. Satero hates this place because right from day one, it's been full of fucking birds. There was -- that woman. The hawk. But she was gone, replaced by that October man, who didn't believe him about the birds. And then there were the actual birds themselves, of course. No matter how many of them Satero chases down and kills there's always more.

That's the thing about birds, you see. They can't be eradicated. Because they're birds.

Satero bites down. Satero chews. Bones crunch. His mouth fills with blood. He swallows. He drops the rest of the carcass and crushes it underfoot with a detached sort of relish.

Then freezes, suddenly tense -- tenser, rather -- and listens.

There is someone right around the corner. He listens more, for breathing, for a shuffle, for the rustle of clothing, none of which he hears. Regardless. Someone is there. Someone had stepped down.

Satero growls, loud and rough and sudden, and backs away, keeping his sight on the turn of the road the whole while, knowing that something will emerge from it soon. He drags his crowbar along the ground as he goes.

[agoodsentry]

The crunching noises are not lost on BIRDIE, and she drops the headless pigeon in the dirt. Her thin metal feet space apart into a stance, alert. Even if there were not dead birds all around her, her response would still be the same. Alert. Always checking for danger.

Then comes the growl and immediately her guns click and fold out from her forearms. Her hardware whirls and chirps, stroking through calculations to identify the voice and inflection; who, and what. All of the seconds this takes does her little good, however, as the obvious is already there: It is angry, and it is big.

Grating next-- Dragging; something metal.

"Identify yourself." She calls, demands. Guns already aimed straight at the turn of the corner. With a swift jump she lands out in the open, in sudden view of Satero. BIRDIE holds her ground.

[strangle]

"Fuck you," is Satero's answer. Granted, that's his answer to most anything, from put the gun down and your hands up to hey come on man, that was the last chip in the bag, douchebag.

He looks at the... thing's guns. He looks at the thing itself. He bares his teeth at it and swings his crowbar up -- like that'll defend him from bullets.

"The hell are you?"

OMFG I'M SO LATE ;M; sorry Sophia

[agoodsentry]

That's all the confirmation BRDIE needs that this guy is a threat. Disarming him seems like the best course of action, she decides. Watching the crowbar swing up, she immediately fires off her guns, aiming for the large man's arms first.

"An execution machine." She answers, cutting the explanation short this time. Its not like the man will be needing anything more than that when she's through with him.