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animus_network2013-03-23 11:34 pm
doctor_dismemberment) wrote in animus_network2013-03-23 11:34 pm
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[The feed clicks on. Hunched over the terminal is a haggard, shivering man in a Nazi uniform with snow still dusting his body, who's glaring at the camera as if he's trying to burn a hole through whoever is watching. He's silent for a moment, just breathing heavily, until he finally speaks in a voice that's as gravelly and uneven as a cobblestone road.]
...That's it. [His German accent is thicker than ever, as if he's not even trying to speak properly anymore. He sounds strangely serene underneath it all, eerily so.] I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to live here-
[He cuts himself off sharply after his voice rises in volume, and he draws in a ragged breath, shutting his eyes. A violent shudder runs through his body, and a strap of leather slides down his shoulder as a result. He shrugs it back up, and the glinting metal of a large gun can be seen behind his back.]
...I don't. You are all- [A look crosses his face like he's just thought of a funny joke. He gives a chuckle, and the sound is light and airy, but it's weak, too.] You're all laughing, aren't you? You're laughing- [He slams his fists down on the terminal, all traces of good humor gone from his face and his tone.] -und you're happy that I am suffering like this! Well, I'll give you all another reason to hate me, ja?
[He straightens up, and for a moment, a pained expression crosses his face. He puts a hand to his head, mutters:] Shut up, shut up!
[And then he tugs his gun off its strap and over his shoulder. To those who are familiar with WWII-era weaponry, it's an MP 40 sub-machine gun, and Richtofen's holding it with a vice grip. He gives the camera a lopsided grin, then shouts at the terminal, at the viewer.]
Why don't you all try to give me one reason why I shouldn't knock on every door in this hallway und blow the brains out of whoever answers? Hmm? Come on, I know you have it in you! Convince me, heroes. [He spits out that last word like it's poison.
Speaking up again, his voice is bitter. There's an almost mournful edge to it.] Give me a reason to try und be a good person.
[And then he leans against the terminal again, eyes darting to and fro over the screen, gripping the gun tightly in his trembling hands.]
((ooc: Richtofen is at one of the terminals on the 2nd dormitory level. action replies are welcomed! just beware that an action reply also puts you at risk of being attacked by Richtofen. he has no supernatural abilities, but he has a knife and an itchy trigger finger.
warning - replies may include violence, dark subject matter, and possibly suicide if Richtofen isn't calmed down. as always, he has a permissions post that you can use to let me know what you are and aren't okay with, or you can just let me know in your tag.))
...That's it. [His German accent is thicker than ever, as if he's not even trying to speak properly anymore. He sounds strangely serene underneath it all, eerily so.] I've had it. I can't take it anymore. I don't want to live here-
[He cuts himself off sharply after his voice rises in volume, and he draws in a ragged breath, shutting his eyes. A violent shudder runs through his body, and a strap of leather slides down his shoulder as a result. He shrugs it back up, and the glinting metal of a large gun can be seen behind his back.]
...I don't. You are all- [A look crosses his face like he's just thought of a funny joke. He gives a chuckle, and the sound is light and airy, but it's weak, too.] You're all laughing, aren't you? You're laughing- [He slams his fists down on the terminal, all traces of good humor gone from his face and his tone.] -und you're happy that I am suffering like this! Well, I'll give you all another reason to hate me, ja?
[He straightens up, and for a moment, a pained expression crosses his face. He puts a hand to his head, mutters:] Shut up, shut up!
[And then he tugs his gun off its strap and over his shoulder. To those who are familiar with WWII-era weaponry, it's an MP 40 sub-machine gun, and Richtofen's holding it with a vice grip. He gives the camera a lopsided grin, then shouts at the terminal, at the viewer.]
Why don't you all try to give me one reason why I shouldn't knock on every door in this hallway und blow the brains out of whoever answers? Hmm? Come on, I know you have it in you! Convince me, heroes. [He spits out that last word like it's poison.
Speaking up again, his voice is bitter. There's an almost mournful edge to it.] Give me a reason to try und be a good person.
[And then he leans against the terminal again, eyes darting to and fro over the screen, gripping the gun tightly in his trembling hands.]
((ooc: Richtofen is at one of the terminals on the 2nd dormitory level. action replies are welcomed! just beware that an action reply also puts you at risk of being attacked by Richtofen. he has no supernatural abilities, but he has a knife and an itchy trigger finger.
warning - replies may include violence, dark subject matter, and possibly suicide if Richtofen isn't calmed down. as always, he has a permissions post that you can use to let me know what you are and aren't okay with, or you can just let me know in your tag.))
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I'm kind of laughing.
Come on, you have to admit there's something ironically hilarious about a mad scientist's breakdown.
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Jin isn't allowed to mock him during his mental breakdown, goddamnit! He refuses to accept that this is happening. And that's not hyperbole.]
...I can't hear you, go away. [His voice is tense and strained, like he's just barely keeping himself from shooting the terminal, a passerby, or himself.]
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Really? 'Cause I don't think you get that kind of reaction when you're deaf.
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[He covers one of his ears - just one, since the other is busy holding his SMG - and for the first little bit of his incredibly ridiculous spiel, he's referring to Jin, obviously. But then, abruptly, his expression changes, and he seems to be replying to someone only he can hear.]
Nein, nein, I won't do it! Shut up!
[The pained noise he makes next suggest that Richtofen is definitely going through some pretty mind-wrecking turmoil right now, though it's unclear as to whether Jin made it worse, or if he would've ended up yelling at himself like this anyway.]
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That reaction. [And he just kind of pointed at the screen. Because yeeeaaah. He's not even gonna dignify the 'who are you' with a response.]
Won't do what, dare I ask?
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[He almost hisses through gritted teeth, blinking a few times. His vision temporarily went blurry, and it shows in how he looks left and right blindly for several seconds. It's been a long time since he's had a reaction this strong to the voices, and, while it worries him, Richtofen pretends to himself like it's normal.
Once his eyes focus again, he looks back at the terminal, and the expectant look on Jin's face tells him he must have been asked a question. He was too busy trying to ignore the screaming in his head that he didn't hear one bit of it, though (and in fact, they're still telling him terrible things, but they've dulled to a point where he can hear himself talk again).]
...Um. What?
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What the hell is wrong with you?
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[Richtofen bares his teeth and lunges forward slightly, hands flying down to grip the edge of the terminal.]
You, with your blue hair, und your- your glasses. [He spits the word out like just saying it is a sin.] Don't look at me like that. I'll tear your guts out und roast you like a pig.
[Holy overreactions, Batman!]
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Jin was pretty sure Richtofen did not gain the ability to leap through computer screens, so he just sort of kept watching with a half bored and half amused expression.]
Well, I was kind of born with both of them. And I think we've firmly established I can still kick your ass.
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[He has to stop himself from aiming his gun at the screen. He wishes he could just fire away and end up hitting Jin.]
I hate your idiotic f- Wait, did you say you were born with glasses?
[Priorities.]
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[~helpful~
You know what, at this point he's not even gonna question Richtofen's priorities.]
No not with the actual glasses, you idiot. I was born needing them.