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exsiliumlogs2013-04-19 07:11 pm
5055034455) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-04-19 07:11 pm
[open] funny how fast things change
Date & Time: April 18, morning/afternoon
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.
Location: The Hold, the police station
Characters: Saul & you!
Summary: It's not laser tag, but at least he gets to shoot something. Pissed off as Saul may be, he knows he has to go get Jesse's records. First, though, he's going to blow off some steam and finally get acquainted with his weapon.
Warnings: n/a at the moment.
[Early morning finds Saul, surprisingly enough, in the Hold.
He doesn't like this place.
Then again, that can be said about this whole place, not just the Hold.
Anyway, there he is, down in one of the training rooms with his weapon and a box of cartridges that look just like the ones his weapon is meant to use but aren't quite. They're not electrified, these cartridges — he doesn't see the point in firing those at a training dummy. It'd be a waste.
And because someone made the mistake of telling him this thing is supposed to be sentient, he's talking to it.
The dummy he's been firing at has few cartridges sticking out of its torso. The rest? Stuck to the wall behind it.]
Come on, you piece of junk. Be sentient, or whatever. Aim yourself. God damn —
[He aims, fires off another round. This one winds up jammed at an awkward angle in the floor.]
Son of a bitch!
[Here's the thing: he doesn't know how to fire a gun like this. He also started the day off mad — actually, he hasn't stopped being mad since he talked to Lisbeth — and he's just getting madder. Mad enough that he almost flings his weapon across the room, but stops himself before he lets go, so all he really manages to do is tweak a muscle in his arm.]*
[Luckily, being angry takes a lot of energy, so by the time he finishes off the box of rounds and changes into a suit (a suit that's in dire need of tailoring and a splash or two of color, but beggars can't be choosers) for his field trip to the police station, he's much more subdued.
Still mad, though.
He has no idea what he's going to come up against, once he gets there. What he'll find out, what will change as a consequence of him finding out, yadda yadda, blah blah, shit sucks. And while it's true that he wanted the chance to do his job again, he wasn't really hoping for this.
After pacing on the steps of the station for a solid three minutes full of fidgeting with his briefcase and tie, he passes through the door and assumes as cool an exterior as any, then strides up to the front desk.
And smiles.]
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[He sighs. It's bad enough he's attracting attention, but it's even worse when that attention knows him.]
Hi, Yosuke.
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[Well, that's clearly an invitation as far as Yosuke's concerned. So he wanders in, and has a closer look at the gun.]
Can't you get it to work? That's weird. I thought they were supposed to be smart.
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That's what I thought, but I guess they're not smart in that way. It's working, I just... I'm out of practice.
[And by that he means completely. He's about to set the gun down when he suddenly stops, eyes going wide.
So much for taking that breather.]
You said something to me back when we first met. About that trial...?
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[He gives the gun another glance over, but then gives up with a shrug.]
I don't know how they work, either. We don't have those. It's illegal, actually. Ha.
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[It's always straight to the point with this guy.]
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I'm not going to tell you anything you can use against him, if that's what you want. You'll have to a-
[Hang on a second. Mexico. They're both from Mexico. This time he considers before running off at the mouth.]
Since when do chemists need lawyers?
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COME ON, YOSUKE.
Saul's expression remains neutral.]
Everyone needs a lawyer, eventually.
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Isn't it usually just people who break the law?
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[Need he go on?]
Why Jesse needed me back home is none of your business. Why he needs me here is, however, relevant to your interests, so I'm going to ask again: how well acquainted are you two?
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[Yosuke shrugs, and glances to the side. He and Jesse don't see eye to eye about the drugs, clearly. Which frankly, as far as Yosuke can tell, probably is a good enough reason for the guy to have a lawyer in the first place.]
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Were you at the trial?
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[Yosuke wanders his way toward the wall, to get a proper look at the casings and slugs scattered around.]
The lawyers were good, too.
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[He watches Yosuke, then makes a face.]
What are you doing?
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[Delivered with an indifferent shrug. It hasn't quite occurred to the kid that the weapons are for a purpose get. He had his before he arrived here, after all. No big deal.]
Maybe I shouldn't have interrupted your practice.
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[Because you are right there, Yosuke, and Saul is super curious to see what this would do to a human.
...but no, he's only joking. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.]
I don't suppose you know how to use something like this, do you?
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[Which isn't technically a no. Except that he's not a gun guy. He mostly just knows what he's seen on TV or heard in songs when it comes to guns.
Either way, he does his best to help out here. In spite of the continued threat of being made into a target. He's starting to notice a pattern with Saul's threats, after all. What's this, the third one already? And so far, nothing's cone of it.]
Maybe you should mark the difference between where you aim and where you hit. Then you can adjust for it.
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He listens to Yosuke's suggestion, then stares at the gun. It can't possibly be that easy. He knows he's not holding it correctly, because it feels weird. Maybe if he just...
He shifts around a bit, adjusting his feet, his shoulders, the angle at which he's standing, how he's holding the weapon.
It's a little better, but something still feels weird. He looks over at Yosuke again.]
What do you use?
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[Cause it's easier to 'misunderstand' that question, frankly. He puts on his best innocent face.]
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[Look at that deadpan.]
I mean you specifically, smartass.
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[But maybe not exactly sanctioned, either. Still, an adult asked him something direct. He feels compelled to answer.
Casually, he flicks a wrist and slides a bit of steel from where it's hidden up his sleeve. A kunai.]
Just a little knife, sort of.
[Two, technically. And them there's Jiraiya. But even his sparring partners don't know about Jiraiya at the moment. No one does, he hasn't told a soul. And this funny, cranky, frazzled lawyer man isn't the guy he's coughing that juicy fish up to first.]
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He was not expecting that.
That's probably the point, though, huh?
After a moment, he wrinkles his nose in distaste.]
Sort of?