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Your bird?!

Erm... Sorta? I guess... He was technically my um -- "pet" -- I suppose you'd call him... And he went absolutely loco-- and then i had to take a headshot on him, and... he fell! He just-- crumpled, like a damned leaf! I mean, he's -- he's over there... If you maybe want to check, and see if he's still... alive...? I don't think he is, though... Oh my GOD, I actually KILLED him! Omigooood....!

((ooc note here: there is a man on the floor, over where she's pointing, and he is dead from a headshot that she took with her service revolver! :( poor guy... and poor girl, too, for that matter...!))

You what?

[There's been worse, he thinks. Makoto clicks his tongue and he thinks, immediately: what a pain in the ass. But he doesn't say this out loud and instead steels himself for what he's supposed to see next.

And there it is. Blood everywhere, sprayed on the floor and the wall and fuck, it's leaking out the guy's head.

Makoto looks back at her.]

What the hell did you do?

Do you mean before or after he went completely psycho on me and tried to kill me with his goddamned MIND!? because as far as I know, I did absolutely nothing to provoke that action, to begin with... I was his superior officer, and he was damned well fine with that for almost six months going on now...! Oh my GOD, he's dead isn't he? Oh my GOD...!

I have got to go-- report this.... to the Falcon HQ centre in town, wherever that is... I mean, we were new in town as of today, and... I don't even know where I am...! (and she sobs a little bit, but then quite simply-- catches herself. No, no, she has to keep calm, she has to keep calm for Thor's sake, of course, and for Nathan's too... Yes, she has to keep calm, for her little boys' sakes...) I mean, d'you happen to know where I need to go to report a Rogue Falcon, young man? I mean, obviously you're not one yourself, or even Military in general, with that long-ass hair, but-- could you direct me to the right place, maybe, please? (her voice shakes a little bit, naturally enough, as she has just killed a man!)

[It's like watching a fucking trainwreck, Jesus Christ. Makoto regrets ever trying to get himself involved in the first place.

This entire thing's such a fucking pain in the ass.]

I don't know what the hell you mean by Falcon HQ, but if you want to take this to the authorities, they're called the police, and you're gonna be arrested. Good luck with that. [It's none of his business. He should walk away. Fuck--why does he keep attracting trouble, anyway?]

I don't know... I don't know... I guess the police would do close enough to the real authorities... I suppose....! (and she grimaces slightly at the idea of being arrested, and separated from her little boys!) You don't think they'll understand-- it was self-defence, do you...? I mean, Falcons are trained to kill and wound an-- all kinds of fun stuff, like that, with their damned minds! Normally there's a Non-Psionic Handler: military personnel, like myself, watching over them, but -- sometimes they just-- crack, and have to be put down... I mean, it's not my fault! It really isn't! I mean, I have got to go home with my little boys tonight; they'll be so scared after-- everything that happened! OmiGOD!

[Ugh. His head fucking hurts.]

Look... I don't have a clue what the hell these falcons and sonic handles are, okay? And if you can't explain that shit to the police they won't think it's self-defence, either.

Your best bet's hiding the damn body.

Oh dear Lord, are you not Listening to what I'm saying?! I mean, seriously? You got "sonic" out of "PSI-ONIC!?" I mean, honestly, where the Hell are you from!? (And she pulls a slight grimace as she considers, however briefly, the idea of hiding the body!) Maybe... but NO! No, I'm not gonna do that to Paul! I mean, honest, I know I just told you how he attacked me with his damned MIND, but -- still... No one deserves to be forgotten in an unmarked grave...! Not anybody!

Besides which, if the local authorities have been living under the same damned rock as you have... Well, the Feds will be around to bail me out, soon enough...!

Edited 2014-09-03 19:30 (UTC)

Why are you so loud, damn.

[Lightly massaging his temple, he sighs.]

Then just clean up this dumb body and hold a private funeral, how's that for your marked grave bullshit?

Oh my God, am i that loud? i'm so sorry...! i mean, honest, i thought i was being rather quiet, compared to how loudly i could be screaming, after all! i mean, i want you to imagine ear-piercing screams coming from me....

(all the same, she feels horrible for piercing the poor young man's ears, and clamps her hands over her mouth, to shut herself up, even doing it bodily!)

......

I don't understand you at all.

[Still, he looks back to the corpse and winces again.] Look, do you promise not to blow someone else's brains out again?

Oh dear LORD, of Course I won't...! I mean, honest: I n-never want to even look a-at another gun again...! Please, just-- call the coroner, or something of the sort? so Paul doesn't have to rot here? I mean, not even he deserve that... Not even after he attempted to kill me, I mean to say! Oh dear GOD....! God, please help me....

(but it's very clear from the way she's looking up to the ceiling of the little room they're in, she's no longer asking the punk Japanese kid for assistance, but is going over his head...! xD)

Look, talking to God won't help you.

[He can't help rolling his eyes.]

I'll call the god damn coroner. Christ.

What do you want me to say?

oh my GOD, THANK YOU! (she squeals in positive relief, and jumps up to hug the man in front of her.) I mean, seriously, thank you, ever so much...

As for what you should say... (she bites back the obvious snarky response, because that's really not helpful to the very nice man who is offering to lend her a hand in cleaning up the body.) Well, tell them that a Falcon was -- sanctioned, I think is the appropriate terminology... Yes, definitely sanctioned, and they need to come pick up the body...

Omigod, thank you so much, sir....!

....

I didn't do it.

Oh dear Lord, am I -- am I hallucinating fucking SPIDERMAN up in here...?! (now she KNOWS she's gone crazy!)

I mean, of course, not your fault, Mr Spiderman, sir... It was all on me, really...! I shot him!

Deadpool. Not Spiderman, DEADPOOL. Different, I'm older and hotter.

Oh you shot him.

... Fuckin' good shot, look at him, he's a bleeder.

Deadpool? I've... never heard of you, I'm afraid, but-- well-- I'm not really that into comic books, really....! Sorry, Deadpool, sir!

Oh dear GOD, please, just cover him back up... Please...? oh dear Lord, he IS a bleeder, isn't he? Just-- please, cover him back up, Please!

Read up, educate yourself. I'm not gonna mentor you in comic book trivia.

Jesus, fine, God.

[He covers the body back up again]

Probably gonna want to bury that before the cops start coming. I don't think Animal Control is going to be too interested.

Oh dear LORD, what makes you think that i would even consider calling Animal Control, for a damned man's death? I mean, I know that there's something to be said for the way those Homo-Sapien-Mentalis are Less than God's own perfect Human Being-- the Devil's work and all that -- but still -- Paul was kind enough to me, before he flipped the FUCK OUT and tried to KILL ME: with his MIND...!

OOoh, one of those mind murders huh? I understand that, my Ex blew my brains out once with his mind. Fuckin' telepaths.

Welp, better go get a shovel, lady.

What? NO! I'm not just gonna bury him in the backyard and forget about him....!

I mean, he must have had some family, right? He deserves to be laid to rest with them! And don't worry about a thing, Mister Deadpool; the Asian punk kid's already callin' the coroner for me....!

I didn't say forget about him, if you wanna be all green and hippyish we can plant a goddamn tree here.

... Trying to care.... Sorry, couldn't work up a single care.

Alright, Mister Deadpool... You can go, now, really; the Asian punk and I will be just fine here, alone, until the coroner gets here...!

... I betcha he's a narc. Police are probably on their way right now.

...

...

.......

ALright, but-- hey, even if he is -- I had the legal right to shoot that guy on the floor! Sanctioning, they call it in the Falcon Program, you feel me?

Nnnnnnope. Don't think the local sheriff knows about the free murder for falcons law.

Might want to find yourself a taxi.

(She arches an eyebrow at Wade) Is that so? Well, unless I've somehow wandered into Californian territory-- they've seceded from the US, you know-- but hey, that would have to be a HELL of a wandering around, given that i was stationed just outta Quantico, last i checked....

(She doesn't look at all nervous, does she? nope... not at ALL!)

Anyway, it'll be a good opportunity for the local sheriffs to learn some appreciation for the Feds, you know? I mean, honest, they are supposed to be the Top Dogs: the Feds, that is, not the backwaters sheriffs who aren't even aware of the Snyder administration.... Even IF they probably voted for Snyder, too...!

Pretty sure California is still the liberal bastion of the US that it's always been.

Hope you're wearing a bullet proof vest, because all those head voices are really bad at giving you better guidance thusfar.

Alright, but-- I am not hearing voices, like, at ALL! I mean, other than the ones OUTSIDE my head, that is to say... (Plausible deniability, anybody? No? Awww...!) Like your gravelly, raspy voice, like -- I don't even know how to describe that horrible sound emanating from your mouth! Anyway, I am wearing a bullet-proof vest, in fact...! Feebs-issue, of course...

And I don't know where you've been lately, Mister Deadpool, sir, but-- California seceded from the US when Snyder was re-elected to a second term in 2016, after screwing up the economy and the Middle Eastern situation both in his first four years.... But I shouldn't say that! I mean, it's Wonderful, really, how my husband and I both have government-supported jobs in this economy...! We're both Falconers, in fact!

(and she grins fiercely at Wade, as if daring him to make another remark about the bullet-proof vests, or the bullets she unloaded into Poor Paul's head, or -- anything at all, really!)

It's 2014. I know because I'm not the time traveler in my fabulous fuck parade. Obama's president right now and there isn't any runners up by the name of Snyder. At all, actually. Palin's in there, but that's more of a nightmare Apocalypse situation.

I've been in several secret agencies since I started with this whole mercenary thing, have not heard about the falconers. Also: Still illegal to shoot people in the head. I know, I do it and the cops shoot me.

The only difference between the two of us is that I can live through a headshot.

Alright, so-- now Paul and I have travelled back in time, too!? Well, fuck me....! (and she pulls a face at Wade, almost as if she hopes that she can blame him for her problems now... But no, that wouldn't be fair, would that, debs? No, it most certainly would NOT!)

Weeeeeeeeeeellllllllll it looks like it was just you, booboo.

Because I don't see anyone else here with a gun and a conspicuously dead body bleeding on the ground.

By the way, I'm totally out of here the second cop lights show up, you're on your own, babe.

Oh yes, just because he technically transported us back 5 years the moment he fucking well DIED! Doesn't mean that I am worried at all about this; I mean, the Falcon Program was around in '14, too... To the best of my knowledge, at least...! (Yeah, she's fucking terrified; hold her close for her last few moments on this earth, Wade...! xD)

You are so fucked. The police don't care how crazy you are. For example, I murdered a bunch of police officers with a hammer from Home Depot once. Shot me full of bullets!

You are more fucked than Ke$ha on a Friday night.

KE$HA?! Now there's a name I haven't heard in years! I mean, seriously, I think she died of an OD or something back in '17...! Or rather, she will die of an OD in 2017-- a couple months before the whole NYC EXPLODES business hit the news-- and i swear before GOD, they were still making a HUGE deal about KE$HA'S death when New York City blew up...! It was like, two or three months later, i swear to God, and yet-- there it was, still on the fucking NEWS to be interrupted by the "BREAKING REPORT" of the NUCLEAR EXPLOSION in the middle of the fucking CITY...!

Talk all you want, it doesn't repel bullets.

[What Makoto doesn't say is that he isn't calling a normal coroner. Rather, he sighs and uses one arm to hug her back (if only because it's rude not to), and then uses the other to pull out a mobile phone and dial a number.]

It's Makoto.

[And he talks on the phone for a while before ending the call, shoving the mobile back into his pocket.]

Someone'll be here in a bit. We'll get this... shit... cleaned up, and you'll have your small burial ceremony. Good enough for you?

Oh, yes, sir...! Thank you again; thank you soooo much, Makoto, sir... (She IS still military, after all; she has to use the word "SIR" after every sentence, out of instinct!)

Just Makoto's fine, yeah.

[The first person that comes in is dressed in yellow, as is the second. They don't ask any questions, though they do look at Makoto in disbelief.

The third guy (also in yellow) has a suit in clear plastic with him. For the dead guy, or whatever.]

You want us to wash this guy up before we get him ready?

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((LOL! ❤ Oy Makoto, I am SO SORRY for this lunatic...! xD))

HAHAHA OH MAN ITS COOL makoto deals with death and kidnapping and violence and rape a lot sIGHS

aww! xD ❤ poor Makoto, then, too! D: (cuddles him! xD)

he always whines about it but in the end he deals with it anyway :') he's a trooper!

aww! xD ❤ indeed!? and could he maybe talked into helping Debs with the body, here? xD

CRIES HE PROBABLY WOULD EVEN THOUGH HE'D COMPLAIN ABOUT IT

awww! xD ❤ it's FINE if he doesn't want to really, just- she can't do it herself...! xD ❤

he always says he doesnt want to but the guys a real sucker for helping out :/

awww! xD ❤ b/c it's so much FUN to help out, isn't it, Makoto? ❤ gives you such a good feeling.

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ahaha! xD ❤ oh Wade: ilu for this! (huggles you and your mun!) xD

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LMAO! xD ilu for realises...! : D

thanks <3

you're welcome, of course! : D ❤❤❤

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[MAKOTO SIGHS LOUDLY IN DENIAL]

aww! xD (cuddles up to poor Makoto...!) ; )

[Makoto whines about the cuddles for years]