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bakerstreet2018-08-20 06:41 pm
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you could be the corpse and i could be the killer

WARNING: this meme could be triggery
It's simple you see...
1 : Post as your character; include name and canon of course!
2 : Respond to other people; you are now forced to kill that person.
3 : Reasons for being forced can be anything — threat, duty, whatever.
4 : How you kill them, be it knife, poison, strangulation, is up to you.
5 : Profit... ? from here
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He'll neutralize the bomb, if he can, and allow the humans to stay on the ship and eradicate the rest of the deviants hiding here. But his main focus is Markus itself.
mission: neutralize the deviant leader
He hears a creaking overhead, but he's heard plenty of those. The ship is alive with clanging and shouts. He's very surprised, then, by the weight that hits his left shoulder hard.
Connor's knees hit the ground first, and he catches himself with his hands before his head can hit the vented metal flooring of the ramp. His vision lights up with small warnings, easily dismissed - superficial damage to his knees.
Connor shoves the android that's fallen against him, pushing it away so he can start standing up. He doesn't bother offering a hand out to help the other up, just coldly looks him over.
PL600. The serial number - and non-standard clothing - match the one that yelled at him earlier. It had gone further back into the ship? Why? Connor's brow furrows in dissatisfied confusion, but he doesn't speak to it. ]
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Surprise bitch!Simon fumbles back as he's pushed away, scrambling to his feet, a hand on the wall beside him. He expected the other android to bolt off the second he got up, but instead he regards him coldly, as he wondering what to do with him. Simon takes the few beats to keep him distracted.]I can't let you go down there.
[Then, carefully, he takes a step closer.]
You aren't one of us yet, you're still lost. Join us, it's not too late.
[Because Simon knows he's not been here in Jericho before, a new face, clearly with a mission to get down where Markus is. He must be working for the humans. Simon can't let him get to Markus, can't let him endanger their people. Trying to open his eyes is the best option.]
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[ Connor isn't disguised, so he isn't shocked to be called out. He'd been...in a rush. Everything had gone so poorly in the archive room...
Thinking about Hank turning in his badge is distracting. Connor shuts down that memory file - he's had to do that an awful lot since it happened - and focuses on his mission's current roadblock.
This PL600. ] It is too late. [ Connor's voice is firm and attempting to be calm, but it's braced at the edges in something...more heated. Anger, if Connor was capable of feeling that, instead of just synthesizing the inflection. He isn't angry. He's just determined to be useful.
And this android is trying to stop him.
Connor takes a step back, giving himself room to draw his gun and start to point it at the PL600. ]
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Simon hopes for an easy resolution. That maybe if he gets a little closer he can connect with the other android, show him he doesn't need to follow orders anymore. That he can choose to do what he wants, not things based on what Cyberlife wants of him.
As he takes another cautious step closer, the RK800 moves back and Simon sees that gun coming out and all he knows is that he's got to defend himself. Preferably while neutralizing the threat, but without killing him.
While Simon may not be a fighter, according to Josh (none of us know how to fight), but when push comes to shove he pulls up his britches and makes it happen. So when he catches a flash of that gun before it's fully pointed at him, Simon only has a second to decide what to do.
A second later he moves to kick the gun out of the RK800's hand, hoping to disarm him. Make it a more even playing field if they're gonna duke it out. Or it will just become a mad dash for the gun.]
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None of that means they're infallible. The PL600 kicks and Connor was already moving forward to shoot. He can't correct his course quickly enough, processing power and fighting programs be damned, and the gun is flung to his left as his grip is forced loose on it.
Connor's skin turns off where the contact was, white plastic gleaming like a temporary wound.
probability of success of retrieving gun: 55%
probability of success of direct attack on PL600: 83%
Connor believes it's those statistics, and not spite, that sees him lunging at the other android, ready to try and trip him to the floor. ]
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An older model like himself stood no real chance, but that was okay.
It doesn't stop Simon from putting in an effort to win, he's not looking to die of course. That was the point of everything they were doing, fighting to live to be free. So when he tumbles to the floor, he's kicking out to try and return the favor to the RK800, as he can't let him run off at any chance he gets.
Simon also pushes up a bit on his knees to scramble for the gun, getting any sort of leverage in this fight would be beneficial for him.]