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[doctor_dismemberment]

[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.))

Comments

[culbutiri]

I do be sure they would be loving that, watching your show. They do be like children and children do be liking to be watching puppets dancing. [She still hasn't moved, not an inch.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Nesir's reaction confuses him. More than that, it sets him off. He hates people who view him with that calmness, the ones who either hide their terror or simply don't care. He doesn't do what he does to be met with apathy, he does it because he wants to hear people scream.

Standing there now, looking at still, unafraid Nesir, he starts to feel like a drug addict going through withdrawal. His arm jerks once, like he hasn't decided what to do, but he rips through that indecision and reaches out, trying to grab Nesir by her hair.]

Come here, you little brat!

[culbutiri]

[He gets her hair and she is yanked closer to him, her daggers come out and press against his wrists.] You do be letting me go or you will be regretting it.

[And then she is going to kick him for good measure]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen shifts his body, and the kick hits him in the leg. He cries out in pain, but holds fast, his grip on Nesir's hair never letting up. As a counter to her daggers, he shifts his gun in his hand, pointing the barrel at her head.

He isn't sure how much Nesir has learned about guns since she arrived in the Tower, but he hopes she's still fairly ignorant. A gun like the MP 40 has a good amount of recoil, and it's fully automatic. If Richtofen were to try to shoot it at her with one hand, he could very well break his wrist, and the bullets might not even hit her.

But then again, there's a chance that they might. And if there's even a small chance that he can put a bullet through her brain, Richtofen will take it, if it comes down to that.

He growls, deep and low in his throat.]

The same to you, Fräulein. [He spits the last word out with a scoff.]

[culbutiri]

You do be the one grabbing me. [She's very still again, her eyes blazing with anger, he's right in thinking she still doesn't know anything about guns except they are good for killing people with.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Because you are infuriating!

[He shifts forward until he's practically touching foreheads with Nesir. He searches her eyes, looking for any sign of fear, but when he sees only anger in them, he grits his teeth.]

You are infuriating, und you are insulting, und you are lucky that I haven't started to pull your guts out through your mouth yet!

[culbutiri]

And you do be pathetic. [She glares into his eyes] I would be almost being too kind to be killing you.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[That's all Richtofen can take. He shoves Nesir back abruptly and aims a kick for her ribs. If it connects, it'll hit hard; he's too angry to care about the fact that they're supposed to be allies.]

[culbutiri]

[His kick connected and she hissed in pain, a sound that would have been a scream if she wasn't as well train. She slashed out, trying to slice his ankle.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[The knife cuts through his pant leg and nicks his ankle, but the small amount of pain only makes Richtofen angrier. As soon as his foot hits the ground, he takes hold of his gun with both hands and raises it up high, attempting to bring the barrel down on Nesir's head.]

I want you to die!

[culbutiri]

[She rolled out the way and came up in a crouch, ignoring the way her ribs screamed with pain.] Well I do no be wanting to. And you do no be being my boss.

[doctor_dismemberment]

Snarky child! Do you think you can get away with making the doctor bleed? [He wrinkles his nose and spits out the word like it should be unthinkable that she would attack him.

In retaliation, he kicks out with his injured leg, aiming the blow for her head. He's not even thinking straight enough to raise his gun and start firing. All he can think about is burning pain, cold that seems to seep down into his very bones, and - very briefly - the face of another brown-haired girl from his homeworld, one whose head he wishes he could stomp in right now. In lieu of that, Nesir's will have to do.]

[culbutiri]

[She rolled out of the way again, away from him, towards the stairs. She knows when to retreat from a fight.] Someone should be making you be bleeding. You do be like a baby, crying when you can no be getting your way.

[doctor_dismemberment]

I will make you cry!

[Richtofen lifts his gun again, first in an attempt to hit Nesir with it, but she's a little too far away for that. He finally seems to remember that shooting it off is a thing that can happen, so he raises it quickly and fires. The shots are messy, though, as Richtofen hadn't been gripping it properly to handle the recoil. Most, if not all of the bullets end up shooting past Nesir instead of landing in her.

Yeah, it'd probably be a good idea to run away from the general area now, girl. He ain't fucking around.]

[culbutiri]

You will no be. [She smirked though she began to seriously back away when he started shooting, his gun seemed a lot more powerful than the one she had had last October, it shot more than one bullet.

One grazed past her and she hissed, bringing her hand to her arm, it came away bloody.]

I do no even be knowing how. [An even bigger smirk despite the pain and she ran, because this wasn't worth risking her life (and therefore her soul) for.]