Bang-A-Boomerang | Taran + Fenna | Gacha Car

Taran

Narrator Gun

“Oh, that’s just… Unbelievable.” Was the machine rigged for this killing game too? This opened up a lot of possibilities and none of them were good. One of those possibilities was just someone noticing that he had it.

Fenna Van Daalen “–Is that a fuckin’ GUN?! I-it’s naht loaded, is it? Lemme see that!”

Dammit. He pulls away, afraid Fenna will try and grab at it. He makes sure to hold the body of the gun with his fingers nowhere near the trigger.

“Hey! W-we can take care of this, just chill!” Taran hissed. He bobbed his head towards an arcade cabinet off to the side. “Let’s get out of sight here, alright?”

Fenna Van Daalen

Taran “Let’s get out of sight here, alright?”

“Shit– okay, okay!”

Fenna’s a bit too tall to really get out of sight, but she does her best to look casual as she leans on the arcade cabinet, trying to obscure the others’ view of the firearm in Taran’s hands. Hopefully anyone who approaches won’t see the thing immediately…

“So… uh… do we just… hide it somewhere and pretend we didn’t find it? Dat sound good?”

Taran

Fenna Van Daalen “So… uh… do we just… hide it somewhere and pretend we didn’t find it? Dat sound good?”

Something instinctual pushes against the idea of giving it up, and Taran’s brain starts justifying it a split second afterwards.

“I think trashing it would be better than leaving it unattended in here. If we make it back out to the train we could just chuck it off the side.”

“And in the second place, maybe we don’t? I don’t think we could take the Neko-bot with a handgun, but… we could stop a human killer with it, if somebody flew off the handle. You’re right though, not even sure if it’s loaded.”

Taran tries checking the chamber and removing the magazine.

Vinzent Mayer

Just what is this machine’s deal?

Not only did it piss him off enough for him to punch it, thus him trying to take care of his own hand afterwards (it still hurts badly), but he saw it also gives some fucked up items? A gun. A gun. It’s hard to not notice such an item before it was hidden.

“Uh…”

Actually. You know what, he’ll shut up and pretend he didn’t see that either. They didn’t want to spread the panic, that’s the best idea right now. There’s already too much going on, so he tentatively goes back to pretending he didn’t see it, but really. WHY WAS THERE A GUN IN THIS MACHINE OF ALL THINGS?!

Fenna Van Daalen

Fenna grimaces at the thought of anyone actually giving in to that horrible robot’s game. Of having actual cause to use such a dangerous thing… Not that her club hadn’t had a scare or two in the past– her mother had made damn sure she knew how to shoot for that reason– but warning shots had been enough. But now…

Vinzent Mayer A gun. A gun. It’s hard to not notice such an item before it was hidden.

Haruka Yukimura She froze, the indecision between addressing the gun, looking after Abel and the instinctual terror all fighting for attention in her mind.

She wasn’t unaware of the chaos on the other side of the room (poor Arty), nor that a couple of the others had noticed already– they needed to end this conversation quickly, before one of the more unsavory types caught wind of it.

Taran “And in the second place, maybe we don’t? I don’t think we could take the Neko-bot with a handgun, but… we could stop a human killer with it, if somebody flew off the handle.

“…Maybe. Dat thing’s a tickin’ time bomb if ya ask me, but…”

She sees him try to open the gun, catches a glimpse of a bullet, and snaps at him.

“C-careful! Ya know how ta handle one a dose?!”

She holds her hand out for the weapon again, more emphatically this time.

“I know how ta mind a gun. Lemme see it.”

Haruka Yukimura

Haruka was mostly occupied elsewhere, but the kerfuffle that kicked up by the gacha was enough to get her attention, and -

was that a gun?!

She froze, the indecision between addressing the gun, looking after Abel ~~and the instinctual terror~~ all fighting for attention in her mind. It was… fine. Someone… people were talking to him, it looked like they were being sensible. It would be fine! It would be okay! She could trust these people!

She definitely wasn’t razor-focused on the fact that she could swear she recognised that particular gun. No, no, that was just… paranoia, or some sort of trauma response, or - she had an injured man to look after here, for goodness’ sake! (And that was a really bad time to freeze up, wasn’t it?)

That she could focus on, and she decided to dig extra deep in her first aid kit. There wasn’t anything else useful in here, she knew, but at least this way she could find something else to think about.

Taran

Fenna Van Daalen “C-careful! Ya know how ta handle one a dose?!”

I mean, he knows the basics! And he was finding his way around this one well enough. But it was loaded. Which is why Fenna was rapidly getting more concerned. If he kept resisting Taran would likely risk trashing whatever trust she had in him. Better choke down any protestations for now.

“Yeah okay, here. You want to like, split up the gun and the ammo while we’re in here? Nobody could get grabby that way.” He hands the pistol over.

Fenna Van Daalen

Fenna takes the gun and smoothly removes the lone bullet. Rickety piece of shit, isn’t it?

“Naht a bad idea. I gaht a purse, I’ll keep the gun. Ya good hangin’ on ta the bullet?”

As she slips the gun into her purse, she notices some chaos starting to brew over by the gumball machine. Arty and… Atsuko? So much for her last statement being a question. With a curt nod, she drops the bullet in his palm and dismisses herself from the conversation.

“…Talk later, ’kay?”

Taran

“Yeah, for sure.”

He puts the bullet in his pocket apart from any hard objects, and heads over to the pizza. He hadn’t eaten since before the gig back home, so not quite 9 pm. It was probably about breakfast time by now. In addition to just splitting up for the sake of it, crappy pizza for breakfast sounded good.