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( the capture - closed. )
Who: Shady Man (S-8), Gnome, and Chadsef (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nysan) & Qrow (unpromising), Terra (earthy), and Jeanne D'Arc (Alter) (lahaine)
What: The pursuit and capture of the Shady Man and two of his closest associates.
When: October 8th
Where: The Red Light District, Nobles District, and a remote alley in the Market District
Warning(s): Violence, possible suicide. Threads will be warned for appropriately.
(( Subthreads for each capture will be posted below shortly. These three characters were drawn via RNG under the criteria of signing up for either Choice 1 or Choice 2 for the October Plot AND being unaffected by VIOLET 2710. ))
nysan) & Qrow (unpromising), Terra (earthy), and Jeanne D'Arc (Alter) (lahaine) What: The pursuit and capture of the Shady Man and two of his closest associates.
When: October 8th
Where: The Red Light District, Nobles District, and a remote alley in the Market District
Warning(s): Violence, possible suicide. Threads will be warned for appropriately.
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That plan is soon cut short by the feel of a sharp bullet grazing his skin, momentarily interrupting his circuitry. That, in combination with the unforeseen circumstance of a barrier rolling towards him, is enough to make him fall to the ground.
He winces in pain, and now, knowing that he's stuck here again, looks up at Qrow. ]
Lemme guess— you'd take me to that beast woman in charge of the guard here. Am I right?
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[ With S-8 down, he walks closer and pulls the other man up. He doesn't care about being gentle now. His grip is rough and strong. His tone, on the other hand, is much lighter. ]
Listen up: you did something wrong, and you messed up by getting caught. I'd probably reconsider if you actually decided to rectify this whole mess, but it doesn't look like you're planning on doing that.
Not to mention, there's a lot of people who want your head, too. They won't take you to that beast of a woman in charge of the guard. They'll take you down themselves.
[ Either way, he's fucked now. ]
cw: suicide
[ Despite Qrow's aggression, S-8's tone has become flat, his body limp and somewhat resigned in the other's hold.
S-8 knew that this was a possibility from the very beginning, when he'd agreed to take lead on this job. He had hoped that he would be better able to serve him in the future, but this would have to suffice. ]
You ain't getting anything else out of me, either. [ There's information that can be coaxed out of him, to put things lightly. Information that would put them all in danger, and he's been enough of a coward already.
Before Qrow can fully restrain him, he shifts to lower his lips closer to the inside of his collarbone. There, he finds it. His ampoule. He bites down hard into the glass, injesting both broken glass and the poison within it as rapidly as possible. It is an acrid, burning taste, but far better than what would await him at the palace. ]
Not... a chance...
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[ A wave of panic hits him when he realises what just happened. He turns S-8 rather roughly so they're both face to face, and his hands are on the other man's shoulders.
Qrow curses again as he shakes the man, but he's pretty sure there's not much he can do at this rate. ]
You idiot!
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It is as if he's falling into a gradual sleep, remnants of the poison and a trickle of "blood" trailing down his jaw. S-8's eyes roll to the back of his head, and within a few seconds, the unit is unresponsive and limp in Qrow's hold. ]
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Once he finds the coupon and the ID, he gives the fallen man one last look. He shouldn't have pity on the guy, but to kill yourself because you had no other options? It's a sad fate. And in the end, Qrow will blame himself for it.
He walks away with his head down. ]