> Flynnt: Kill Teloma.

-- doubleGunslinger [DG] began pestering malignantCelebration [MC] at 05:44 --
-- malignantCelebration's [MC'S]  hive is a nice place in the suburbs, with a pretty lawnring. --
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  is hiding somewhere in Teloma's hive, her dead lusus lying against the recuperacoon. --
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  gets there and leans her two-wheeled pedalling device against the wall. She steps up to her door and unlocks it, and turns to lock it again once she's inside. You can never be too careful! --
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  only waits in the shadows. He has plenty of patience. --
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  heads to her respiteblock, ready to relax after a long day... --
MC: oh god wha+
MC: Faus+us?!
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  leaves his hiding place, moving quitely towards the respiteblock --
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  runs to her fallen woofbeast, drawing her crossbow from her specibus. --
MC: ((*her gun!!))
MC: who did +his +o you?!
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  shoots the gun-holding hand as soon as it is drawn --
DG: Howdy there, pardner.
MC: fuck!
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  swears as her hand is shot. Her gun skitters to the ground, and she dives for it with her other hand. --
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  rushes forward, holding his revolver at point-blank range against her head --
DG: I said I'd find ya, didn't I?
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  grabs her gun and pulls it up -- but she only gets to leg level before she feels steel against her thinkpan. --
MC: hello, shi+blood. do you wan+ +o die +his badly?
DG: Y'want t'feel big, eh?
MC: could ask +he same of you, pullin' guns on your superiors.
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  equips his kukri in the other hand, slashing at the good arm, with strength enough to cut it off. --
DG: Y'know, y'don't look so superior on yer' knees there.
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  pulls the trigger on him as she senses movement, aiming a bullet at his leg. She jerks backwards to avoid the knife, but a deep gash still runs along her shoulder and chest. --
MC: gh-!
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  flinches from the shot, but quickly recovers and slashes again at the same point. --
DG: Kh... you ignored my warnin'.
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  tries to fire off another shot, but she can't command her finger to tug at the trigger -- and then her arm's off. She screams. --
MC: FUCK YOU!
DG: I warned ya, pardner, I really did.
DG: Y'made yer' choice.
MC: +his is none of your business! ge+ ou+! GE+ OU+!
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  is almost sobbing from the pain, though her teeth are grit, trying to save her pride around this dirtblooded peasant. --
DG: Oh, I will. Soon enough.
DG: It'll cost ya an arm an a leg, though.
MC: FUCK YOU!
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  slashes at her right leg, again with full strength --
DG: Wrong answer.
MC: grrrrrrAAAAAAHHHHH!
-- malignantCelebration's [MC'S]  leg is severed from her body, and her green blood pools out. --
MC: s+op i+...
DG: You didn't stop when you should have.
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  grabs her by the hair, forcing her to look at him. He stares straight at her eyes, with probably the creepiest grin ever imagined. --
DG: Should the head come out next?
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  looks up at him, tears streaming down her face. --
MC: no...
DG: If you say so.
MC: oh god... don'... don' leave me...
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  slashes away the other arm, without ever moving his eyes from her face. --
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  screams, her eyes scrunching shut. --
DG: I was serious, Teloma.
MC: please don'...
DG: Don' what?
MC: don' kuh-kill me...
MC: i wanna live...
DG: Why do you wanna live, Teloma?
DG: So you can weigh down on yer' friends a lil' more?
DG: Y'enjoy yer' personal doormats?
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  is feeling faint from the lack of blood. It's all pooling outside of her body, staining the carpet and Flynnt's shoes. --
MC: i never... never +houg'...
DG: You had one job, Teloma. One simple rule to follow.
DG: I warned ya, didn't I?
MC: don'... don' follow rules se+ by shi+bloods...
DG: I told ya, loud an' clear.
DG: You made yer' choice.
DG: Now, you'll die on the hands of one.
MC: no...
DG: Ain't it funny?
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  rasps, staring up at him with tearful eyes. --
MC: ain'... ain' laughin'...
MC: you'll... you'll pay f' +his...
MC: yh... your prezius crush... she'll come f' who kill'+ me...
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  gets up, decaptchaloging a matchbox and a gallon of alcohol, spilling it all over Teloma and the respiteblock --
DG: Crush?
DG: Who're y'talkin' bout?
-- malignantCelebration's [MC'S]  eyes widen further at the sight of what he's doing to her. --
MC: paloma, you fuckin' shi+blood..!
MC: don'... oh god don'+ do +his...
DG: Oh, her.
DG: Yeah, she's a good troll, and she's pretty
DG: But I wouldn't call her a crush.
DG: Or else I wouldn't be doin' this, right?
DG: Say, Teloma...
DG: Do ya like fire?
MC: nh--
MC: oh god, don' do +his...
MC: please...
DG: Sorry.
DG: I take no orders.
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  lights the match. --
DG: Have fun, Teloma.
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  sobs brokenly as the fire flares up - and then she screams. --
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  throws the match on the other side of the respiteblock, so she could see the trail of fire coming. And then he casually leaves through the window. --
-- malignantCelebration [MC]  burns like the witch she is. She dies screaming. --
DG: Adios, pardner.
-- doubleGunslinger [DG] ceased pestering malignantCelebration [MC] at 06:38 --